this was originally a trohley one and i wrote it because it was snowing in texAS !!! anyways, yee i reread it and realized how i spaced out every comma , like this , for some reason ??? idk but yeeee

The sun peeked through the curtains, awakening James. The man groaned a bit, rubbing his eyes and grabbing his phone. He looked over to see his fiancé, Thomas, sleeping on his back with his mouth hanging open and soft snores emitting from his throat. James giggled, reaching for his phone. Turning on the c e l l u l a r d e v I c e, he checked saw a text from the groupchat with his boss and a few coworkers.

Washington: no work today, too much snow. 

Ham: fuck yeah!

Peggy: alex watch your fucking language smh

James couldn't believe there was snow. He got up, running to the window and opening the curtains. Sure enough, there was at least 6 feet of snow. Grinning widely, James went back to the bed, jumping on Thomas to wake him up. 

Thomas jumped awake, about to punch something but then realized it was just James. The man was smiling widely and giggling. Thomas smiled tiredly. "What's got you in such a good mood this morning, kitten?"

"It's snowing, and there's no work!" James slipped off of Thomas, grabbing his hand and pulling him off the bed. Thomas groggily followed him, scrunching up his face when he was at the window. "See?!" James exclaimed. The caramel-skinned man's face lit up as he stared out the window.

"Can we go out? Pleeeasseeeeee?" James asked like a little kid. Thomas' heart melted at this. How could he say no? He nodded and said, "You need to bundle up. I don't want you to get sick again,"

James pouted a bit, knowing it'd be weird to do anything in bundles of clothes, but complied anyways. He reached into the closet, grabbing a small long-sleeved sweater, then a thick long-sleeved sweater, a heavy coat, tights, jeans, more jeans, two beanies, gloves, and a scarf. Thomas repeated these steps, both of them getting dressed with their backs turned to each other. 

They put on boots, then walked outside. James started laughing, trying to catch snowflakes in his mouth. Thomas watched him, chuckling at his youthful nature. The man knelt down, grabbing a fistful of snow and throwing it at his fiancé, who stopped his movements opened his mouth in shock. For a moment, he just stood there, and Thomas started to get concerned.

"James?" Thomas spoke as he stood up, worry starting to overtake him. When he was directly in front of James, expecting to be met with tears, but instead saw him smirking. Thomas cocked his eyebrow, and then was hit by a snowball. He shrieked, chuckling along with James. 

Snow fell on the two's heads as they had a snowball fight, laughs and shrieks filling the air. After ten minutes, James was panting heavily, a wide grin glued to his cheeks. Thomas walked over to him, wrapping his arms around his fiancé's waist. James giggled, trying to press a kiss to his cheek, but Thomas moved his face so that their lips met instead. The smaller man smiled into the kiss, their lips falling in sync.

"We've been out for an hour. We should go inside, yeah?" Thomas suggested. James pouted a bit but nodded a bit.

"I love you," Thomas whispered. James said it back, a blush forming a bit.