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Winter Cold - Victor Criss [REQUESTED]

Requested by Ice_Demon_16! Thank you for the request! Hope you like it!
Also, you are Beverly's sister in this... I hope you don't mind.
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[EDITED]

Ugh! Gross!

My hand grazed the top of the pile of puke Victor ever so kindly made. I began gagging uncontrollably as I rushed to rinse my hand off. But it seemed as though, no matter how much soap I used or how much I scrubbed my hand, it still reeked of vomit.

Disgusted and defeated, I slumped to mine and Victor's shared bedroom. Victor was laying on his side, facing the door. He was cuddling a pillow with his face squished against it. He looked sick and frail. Probably from days of not eating or drinking. His face was shiny from sweat, his hair waved over his face, blocking his eyes. I couldn't help but feel bad for him.

Sliding under the covers, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, not caring whether or not I got sick. I moved his hair from his face and inspected it. My eyes began to feel droopy. I fell into a deep sleep as Victor snuggled his face into my neck.

~THE NEXT MORNING~

"~Victor~... ~(Y/N)~..."

Something brushed against my nose softly, tickling me. I scratched my nose, waking up. It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the new colors and light. But when they did, I was met with Patrick leaning over me, with a pencil in hand. Victor was still asleep, not caring Belch had just burped in his face. Egh!

I sat up, my nose scrunched up from the rancid smell of Belch.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. Henry shrugged while Patrick began messing with comics Victor was reading the day before. Belch just sat in a chair in the cornor of the room and stared at nothing.

"Just checking up on our sick friend and his personal nurse." Henry sneered. I rolled my eyes and layed back down. I wrapped my arms around Victor's waist and snuggled my face in his back.

"Shut up and go away. We are still sleeping."

"Uh, well it's 2 in the afternoon. It's time to start a new day. A late day." Patrick said, looking at me over the top of a Batman comic.

"And besides, tomorrow's Christmas. It's our last day together before the holidays."

I mumbled something incoherent, my eyes closing. I was beginning to become warm and relaxed when Henry ripped the blankets off me and Victor.

Victor flinched, waking up. He looked over his shoulder and at Henry.

"Goodmorning." Victor mumbled, rolling over to look at me. I looked into his eyes and immediately felt safe and no longer irritated. I smiled slightly and played with his hair. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to his body.

"How are you feeling?"

"Well. Thanks to you, I don't think I have a fever anymore. I feel amazing." He smiled and gave me a kiss on my lips.

Henry cleared his throat awkwardly. Belch was still staring at nothing and Patrick was now reading a Spiderman comic.

"We got presents for you guys." Henry said, again, awkwardly. My face lit up with a smile and I rushed out of Victor's warm embrace.

I never receive present on Christmas. Unless you count the amazing cards my sister, Beverly, makes me. I always go through the holidays wondering if I will get a present. I'm always eager to get one. It makes me feel loved and special.

Henry remained where he was and stared at me with a confused and slightly terrified expression. Victor had a raised eyebrow. Patrick and Blech were occupied with a comic they were reading together.

I looked between Victor and Henry.

"What?" I asked, afraid I did something wrong.

"Nothing, just... what are you so excited for?" Henry asked. Victor just smiled as he went to the bathrooms and got changed.

"Presents." I said like it was obvious. Victor walked out of the bathroom, now in jeans, a black Tshirt and his dark green utility jacket.

Henry just rolled his eyes as he took something out of his pocket. He put it in my hands. It was a medium sized box, wrapped in newspaper from two weeks ago. I smiled brightly as I unwrapped it, revealing a beautiful necklace with a Butterfly and a Flower. I had seen this necklace at the local jewelry shop. I was always captivated by it.

"We all pitched in. Victor too." Henry explained as I put the necklace on my neck. I was struggling with hooking it. I turned around to ask victor if he would help me. But I didn't see him. I looked around and saw him on his knee.

I was confused and didn't know what was going on. Belch and Patrick has stopped reading the comic and walked over to Henry.

I stared at Victor, still confused.

Victor began fidgeting with the buttons on the pocket of his jacket. He pulled out a small box, big enough to...

Wait. Oh my god. I began tearing up, knowing what was happening. Victor cleared his throat and smiled at me.

"(Y/N) (M/N) Marsh, will you marry me?" He asked nervously. I put my hands up to his face and kissed him. I nodded and he immediately let out a sigh of relief. He stood up and wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me around. Henry, Belch, and Patrick began clapping and hollering cheerfully.

~some time later~

Victor and I sat on the couch in the living room. Henry, Belch, and Patrick were passed out from the bottle of rum they had drank. Victor had his arms wrapped around my shoulder as I leaned into him more. He put his face on my head.

I was looking at the ring on my finger. It was a silver band with a diamond on it. Around that diamond were little diamonds. It was beautiful. It all felt like a dream.

"Do you like it? I know it's not a big diamond like you've always wanted." Victor whispered to me, careful not wake our friends.

"Vic," I sighed. I looked up at his face. He looked sad and worried. "I dont care how big the diamond is. I am happy being with the love of my life."

Victor relaxed a little. He nodded.

"I know. I really do. I just worry there's someone better for you."

"You wouldn't have asked me to marry you if you believed that lie. Victor, I love you. And only you. No one will change that. Not even my father. Not even Beverly. Vic, this is the start of something special and something made to last. It's not something I'm going to throw away."

Victor began tearing up.

"Did you just say your wedding vows?" He joked, wiping is eyes. I laughed, kissing his cheek.

"That's for the wedding, Vic."

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I'm not sure this is what you wanted, but I'm very happy with it. I wasn't sure how you wanted me to execute the fluff, but I think a marriage proposal was a good idea. Let me know what you think!