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30 cozy inspired prompts for November. Feel free to use them in order, or combine them, it’s entirely up to you. For writers and artists. Tag it with #30daysofcozy

crisp air

memories

camping

rainy 

shiver

star gazing

flannel

early sunsets

cozy

shooting stars

gloomy

cuddling

cabin

blanket

hugs

sleeping in

fireplace

steaming mugs

wind

safe place

moonlight

late night talk

whispering

slow dance

fatigue

heartbeat

grey sky

smoke

apple cider

lantern

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Cozzy November Day 6 - Star Gazin

Fandom: Roswell New Mexico

Pairing: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes

Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes

Star Gazing

Finally a nice day for Michael and Alex

"I can't remember the last time I had time to stop and look at the stars."

Michael accepted the mug of hot chocolate that Alex set in front of him, it was steaming, but it comforted him in the cold winter night.

He looked up at the sky again. They had picked a fantastic night for stargazing.

"That's why we're doing this. Our first romantic date." Alex told her and settled in next to her under the blanket. "Walking around town holding hands is all well and good but we deserved something more intimate."

Michael didn't answer, he turned to Alex and realized he was staring at the sky, unblinking and probably had his head far away from there.

"Michael are you okay?"

She saw him shake his head and turn to him with a smile on his lips. She had seen him smile many times, but there was always a certain part of sadness in his expression.

Now however, his smile was different, warm, it was just what she had always wanted to see in him.

"I was just thinking... after everything that's happened, I was wondering what the world I came from will be like now." Alex took her hand from under the blanket. "I don't regret being here, living here. This is my home, Alex, you are my home. But sometimes... sometimes I wish I knew where I came from, to see that place and know that..."

Michael shuddered.

For so long he had felt lost, alone, he had felt that he wouldn't be able to find a real home or someone who would love him for who he was and not who they expected of him.

He had imagined what it would be like to live in that world, to have never left that world, to be a part of it, with his family, his mother... he already knew what his father was like and that scared him.

He was afraid to be like him, afraid to have stayed there, on his planet and grown up with him.

"I would have been like him."

He said at last and Alex didn't understand what he meant.

"Michael, what's wrong, I know you have a lot on your mind? We can talk about whatever you want." "No, tonight is not for talking." Michael settled back against Alex's chest and started listening to his heartbeat to take his mind off those thoughts. "Tonight is for stargazing, you and me together, alone here. Tonight is ours, every night is ours Alex." "And what about the stars, whose stars are we looking at here and now?" "When did you become a deep guy Alex?" But Alex just stared at him, waiting for an answer.

Michael looked at the stars again, saw them twinkling as if it was a morse code being sent to him, to tell him that he could trust, that everything was okay, that it was his time to be happy and that he was with the right person.

"Since you ask about the stars, I think they're telling us that it's our time, that we can be happy because we've risked enough so far this year." "Sounds like a good plan." "And have the stars told you how long they're going to let us be happy without putting another end of the world in front of us?"

Michael looked up at the stars again, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Those four over there tell me we have all the time in the world. Those three on the right, they're a little more cryptic and say we can be happy until we have to stop being happy for a while, but like everyone else I guess." "And what do those two over there say to you?" "Those ones are holding out a banner that says Malex." "Malex?"

Michael burst out laughing apparatusically, he felt ridiculous. Being a romantic type who said the silly things wasn't his thing.

"Oh, wait I just caught that. You made up...the stars made up a name for our couple. My God, Michael, you are the most romantic creature in this world when you want to be. Don't ever change, please."

Alex gave him a kiss and reached out for the thermos of chocolate and refilled the two mugs again.

"It's starting to get cold." Alex whispered. "Why don't we go inside? The bed is more comfortable than these chairs and certainly more comfortable." "Just a little more, here it's perfect, Alex... with you it's perfect.

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Cozzy November Day 7 - Flannel

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairing: Eddie Diaz/ Evan "Buck" Buckley

Characters: Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley

Where is my shirt?

He had looked everywhere, but Eddie couldn't find the damn shirt. He had looked everywhere he could think of. It hadn't been in the washer, it hadn't been in the dryer, it wasn't among the things to iron.

Carla had taken it upon herself to do the last load of laundry but no, she had no idea where Eddie's favorite damn shirt had been.

"I think Christopher told me he wanted to put the clothes away. He was too heavy with learning how to use the iron." "Oh no." Eddie said imagining what could have happened to the shirt in the hands of a kid using the iron."

He had to wait until Christopher got home from school before he could ask him.

He was willing not to be angry if his son had done it to help him and give him a hand with things around the house. But it was his favorite shirt, the one that fit him the best, the one he liked the most and to think that he had lost it because of his son's carelessness didn't put him in a very good mood.

Buck: I've written you three times today but you haven't answered, I'm starting to get worried."

Eddie: Sorry I saw that but I'm having a rough day, do you really want to come home this weekend? Christopher will be there too. I know it's uncomfortable for you.

Buck: At some point we're going to have to tell him about us if we're serious.

Eddie: I've lost my favorite shirt, it might be destroyed by the iron, I have a bad feeling about telling my son today that we're together.

Buck: Look who's going to worry about it now. The guy who isn't superstitious.

Eddie: Haha very funny. Okay, come home we'll have dinner together with Christopher and if the time comes up we'll tell him. But he wouldn't have seen my shirt would he.

Buck: I've seen a lot of your shirts, I've seen them on, I've seen them on the floor. If you don't be a little more specific.

Eddie: Have I told you how funny you are today?

Buck: Excuse me, excuse me. Eddie: I'll go over to your house and help you find your precious shirt. I'm sure we'll find it.

Sure enough, when Christopher came home from school, he assured him in every way possible, that he hadn't done anything with his father's shirt.

"I thought about giving you a hand with the iron, but Carla told me all the damage I could do to myself with it, I got scared and didn't do anything." "And the shirt?" "It was among your things, but I didn't touch it." "You don't know what happened to it?"

Christopher shook his head and since his father had no reason to disbelieve him, he accepted that the boy didn't know anything.

He didn't have many options left, except to think that someone or he himself had inadvertently thrown the damn shirt in the trash.

Buck's arrival on their day off, at least, was the best thing that had happened to him all day.

He greeted him with a kiss taking advantage of the fact that Christopher was playing with Carla and took the bag from him, tossed it in his room. They cooked dinner together and the boy was delighted at the idea of Buck staying with them.

He asked Buck to help him with the book they had been sent in class that week and five minutes after kissing him goodnight, Eddie appeared in the doorway and realized he was basically snoring.

Carla had left half an hour ago.

They were alone, finally and for the rest of the night, Eddie managed not to think about the shirt, having Buck with him, it was the best thing that had happened to him in days, having him all to himself, on his couch, in his arms, in his bed, having sex for hours.

Sometime during the night they fell asleep and it wasn't until Christopher woke up the next day that they woke up too, cuddling.

Eddie went straight to the bathroom, he wasn't a person if he didn't take a shower before breakfast.

When he came out Buck was sitting up in bed, looking down at him and he was wearing....

"Are you wearing my favorite shirt?"

Buck burst out laughing.

"You left it at my house the last time you slept there, remember it had coffee stains on it? You asked me to wash it for you." "And I didn't come back for it."

Buck shook his head without losing his smile.

"I liked the way it smelled too much for you, even after it had been washed and suddenly it turned out I couldn't sleep in my own bed without you."

Eddie stared at him.

"It certainly looks good on you." "Don't worry I'll drop it off at home today before I leave." "You know..." Eddie gave him another look, bit his lip, walked over to the bed and tugged at the collar of his shirt so that Buck was on his knees, on the bed in front of him. He kissed him and laid him down on the bed to sit on top of him. "We have twenty minutes before Christopher orders me breakfast. That gives us time to make out a little, to get my scent back on that shirt and decide how we tell Chirtopher." "And can I keep the shirt?" "You can keep it.

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Cozzy November Day 14 - Blanket

Fandom: The resident

Pairing: Conrad Hawkins/Devon Pravesh

Characters: Conrad Hawkins, Devon Pravesh

Part of our little family

He had spent days looking for the sweatshirt and in the end there was only Conrad's house left. The last time he remembered wearing it had been when he had stayed with Gigi. He must have left it on that day, otherwise he had lost it and that could make him cry because he had been wearing that sweatshirt since college. There were few things in life that had been with him as long as that sweatshirt.

He had spent days looking for the sweatshirt and in the end there was only Conrad's house left. The last time he remembered wearing it had been when he had stayed with Gigi. He must have left it on that day, otherwise he had lost it and that could make him cry because he had been wearing that sweatshirt since college. There were few things in life that had been with him as long as that sweatshirt.

If it hadn't been because he had to work eight days in a row he would have already stopped by Conrad's house to ask about the sweatshirt, but he finally had the day off. He also hated that he had barely gotten to see her boyfriend and Gigi.

He missed them and that was still scary to think of them as her family, the man she loved and his daughter he almost considered her own. So as soon as his shift was over, he ran, almost, out of the hospital and grabbed the car.

Conrad had taken a couple of days off because Gigi was sick, he knew he would find him at home.

He had keys, Conrad had made him a copy after all the times he'd stayed with Gigi or they'd just had a date and stayed home. So he didn't have to call and he didn't have to call in case Gigi was already asleep.

He found Conrad in the kitchen, drinking from a glass of beer that had just been poured, with the closed eyes of someone who's exhausted because he's been doing things all day and hasn't had a chance to rest for five minutes.

"Is there a beer for me?"

Conrad greeted him with a smile on his lips, walked over to him and gave him a kiss.

"I wasn't expecting you here today. You must be exhausted." "I am, but I missed you guys." Devon kissed him back, much longer and more intense. "And I'm missing a sweatshirt, too. I don't know if you've seen it." "The one from college, the blue and black one with that oil stain on the sleeve?" Devon murdered her boyfriend with a glare for teasing him. "I'm sorry, but as soon as I saw her in Gigi's gray I figured you were looking for her like crazy. I know you adore her." "In Gigi's bed? What's she doing in your daughter's bed?"

Conrad shrugged and took Devon by the hand to show him. Devon reached out to grab the glass of beer and at least take a drink, maybe then he wouldn't fall asleep so quickly.

GIgi slept in her bed, it was only recently that Conrad had decided to trade the crib for a big girl bed and his daughter had been happy at the idea of her father seeing her as a big girl.

"Remember when you stayed the other day?" "Yes, the day I had a fever."

Conrad nodded.

"Only you got her to sleep."

Devon answered now with a nod and before he went into the room, he remembered what had happened. He had laid down on the cot with the girl and so as not to disturb her, he had thrown his sweatshirt over her.

Conrad opened the room and left it to Devon himself to see what GIgi's use of his sweatshirt was from that moment on. She was covered with it, still small enough that she could use it as a sheet.

"There's no way she'll fall asleep with anything else on. She says she can't sleep unless it's with your sweatshirt over her."

"Aw."

Devon felt his heart melt hearing that. He adored that little girl as if she were his child, as if she were his blood, as if... he blushed, as much as he and Conrad had been dating for a while now, they still hadn't named their relationship, because for the two of them it was complicated.

But what Devon was clear on, though, was that Gigi was the most important little person in his life.

He walked over to the bed, stroked her curly blonde hair and leaned over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"I can write off the sweatshirt can't I?" Devon asked as they left the room. "She'll forget about it and I'll be able to give it back to you, but for the moment it's her comfort item, so..." "It's okay." Devon leaned against the wall and wrapped her arms around Conrad's waist. "I adore that little girl, I adore your daughter and if... if you and I last... I'd like to adopt her one day." "Dev..." "You don't have to answer now, there's no rush, it's still early, we're still short on time. But I want you to know. If we last, I want Gigi to be legally my daughter." "That would mean getting married."

Devon moved a little closer to Conrad.

"I've already told you, there's time."

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Cozzy november Day 11 - Gloomy

Fandom: The resident

Pairing: Conrad Hawkins/Devon Pravesh

Characters: Conrad Hawkins, Devon Pravesh

A free night

"What was that, did you just growl at me?"

Devon is terrified because he is about to take the most important exam of his life

Conrad entered the break room. He had been looking for Devon all day, but between work, emergencies and the little free time they had, they hadn't had time to see each other.

When he finally saw him, sitting at the table, he walked over, leaned over him and rested a hand on his chest. When Devon didn't react she gave him a kiss on the cheek and suddenly her boyfriend growled at her.

"What was that, did you just growl at me?"

Devon gasped when he realized he wasn't alone and nearly headbutted Conrad, but managed to pull away quickly enough.

"What time is it?"

Devon looked at his cell phone and jumped up, closed the two books in his hands, the tablet and gulped down the half a cup of coffee he still had in a thermos, but which had been cold for quite a while.

"I have to get back to work. I'll see you later okay?"

A quick kiss was all Conrad got before Devon left the room.

He went after him and managed to get into the elevator with Devon just as the doors were closing.

He watched him lean against the wall, close his eyes for a moment and noticed that he finally relaxed his entire tense body.

He stood against the wall next to her and it didn't take Devon two seconds to rest his head on her shoulder.

"I'm not going to pass the damn test." Devon said at last. "I shouldn't sit for it, I can choose the specialty next year or at least in a few months when I'm more prepared." "Dev, I've been watching you study for weeks, months now. Half the hospital has helped you and I think I've spent more sleepless nights studying with me than I have putting my daughter to sleep."

Devon smiled, remembering all the nights they'd spent together, at Conrad's house, his partner with Gigi in his arms spinning around the room. Conrad had told him several times that the girl calmed down earlier as he listened to Devon repeat the same medical words over and over.

"That doesn't mean I'm ready." "That means you have the same fear as all the doctors who go through your situation. You study so much that in the end you don't realize you have all the information in your head and it seems like you don't really know anything." "And can you pass in that situation?" "You can and do pass. I've been in your shoes and I put up with studying a lot less time. I've always been one to study at the last minute."

The elevator doors opened, Conrad wrapped his arms around Devon's waist and pulled him out of the elevator. He was so tired he wouldn't have been able to do it on his own and let himself be dragged.

"I was about to throw in the towel with two days left before the exam. I'd studied those same two books, I'd flipped through every possible page on the internet and I just couldn't take it anymore." "But you did."

Conrad opened the door to the locker room and waited for Devon to pass, at which point he took the opportunity to steal a kiss and finally see him smile.

"I did, passed it on the first try and spent the next three days with a headache under the bed sheets, completely in the dark." "Looks like you were hung over." "The same one you'll have after the exam. I've already bought headache pills, I've asked for a few days off to be with you, and I have food and soda to keep you hydrated so we don't have to get out of bed." "I don't know why, but suddenly a hangover sounds like the most romantic date of my life." "It will be. When I took the exam I was alone in my apartment for all three days, I had to make myself eat and..." "Whew, that's tough."

Conrad took the books and tablet out of Devon's hands, set them down on the bench next to him and tugged his partner's pants to pull him closer to him, wrapped both hands around his waist and murdered him with his eyes.

"Hey, I know how to cook, I feed my daughter." "When I'm at your house Gigi wants me to cook." "We're not talking about who cooks better."

Devon laughed and then he was the one who kissed him.

"I don't think this is about you keeping me from having a panic attack over a test I have perfectly prepared for; which let's just say makes you something akin to the perfect boyfriend." "Don't overdo it either lest I believe it and everything."

Devon pushed him against the wall and kissed him again, a long, intense one. So much studying those days that he hadn't had time to spend much time with Conrad, other than to ask him questions about the doubts he had for the exam or to have Conrad ask him questions to see if he had the answer.

He had almost forgotten that he had a boyfriend who loved him as well as a boyfriend who was a doctor and knew more than he did. A boyfriend who had managed to remove the black cloud he had had in his head for days.

"Let's say I take your advice and I think you're right, that I already know everything I need to do to ace this exam with one of the top grades in my class." Conrad nodded. "So when we finish today's shift, you're going to take me home tonight, although we'll stop by the grocery store first and you'll let me buy whatever I want to make you the dinner you deserve for being so patient with me and the one Gigi deserves for being so patient with the food you prepare for her." "Sounds like a great plan to me." Conrad replied and kissed her back."

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Cozzy November day 9 - cozy

Fandom: The resident

Pairing: Conrad Hawkins/Devon Pravesh

Characters: Conrad Hawkins, Devon Pravesh

Finally, holidays

Devon can't believe he's there in Europe, in a hotel, in a SPA with his boyfriend

Devon turned to Conrad. His partner's eyes were closed, he seemed to have fallen asleep in the hammock and had been quiet for a while.

It would never have crossed her mind to find herself in such a circumstance, with the first man she had ever fallen in love with, and she hoped the last one too, on a trip halfway around the world at a luxury spa in Amsterdam taking a day off.

It was a doctors' convention, a weekend with colleagues from all over the world, where to exchange advances, opinions and stories.

Conrad had been chosen by the hospital to go, and he could have taken anyone with him. But he had chosen him.

Devon was his companion and partner. During the work sessions he treated him as an equal, he was no longer a student, he was Dr. Pravesh and Conrad kept telling everyone about the operations Devon had taken part in.

Devon smiled, he could almost believe that Conrad was proud of him, no matter how much his partner-boss-lover-boyfriend insisted on trying to prove otherwise.

Conrad was always forcing him more, always forward, always sure that Devon could prove more of himself.

"If you keep looking at me like that you're going to wear my face off." Conrad said without opening his eyes yet.

Devon of turned Colorado and was thankful Conrad wasn't looking at him because he would laugh at him.

"Sorry I was thinking and I got..." "What were you thinking?"

Conrad turned his head back to Devon and sat up.

"I don't know, really, I guess I'm just not used to having time off let alone being in a five star hotel and spending the morning in a spa."

Conrad stood up and reached out to Devon.

"Don't tell me you want to spend the whole morning lying there." "No...I..."

How to tell Conrad that it made him nervous to see him take off his towel and stand naked in front of him. Because of course the spa, it was a nudist place. One of the best spas in the world and it had to be nudist.

"Dec, baby what's up?"

The effort it took not to look directly at Conrad's naked body, perfect, muscular, the same one he'd had so many times in his bed but not in front of other people, left him exhausted and he let out a long sigh.

"Are you okay, it's not the asthma is it?"

Devon shook his head and was grateful that Conrad was bent over so he could look him straight in the eye.

"I'm breathing fine." "So?"

Conrad stroked her cheek and a blush covered her cheek. She giggled like a teenager in front of her idol and Conrad stole a kiss.

"You make me nervous." "I make you nervous. Is it because of this place? Because of being naked?" Devon nodded, he felt really stupid, but he couldn't help it. "Okay, well, I'll put clothes on now. I thought you'd like to see me like this."

Conrad reached out for the small table where he'd left his clothes but Devon tugged and stopped him.

"What did we agree on, do I put clothes on or not?"

Devon shook his head and laughed again.

Why did he have to be so shy? With how easy it would be to take off his towel and swimsuit. Conrad was naked in front of him and that didn't mean anything sexual by any stretch of the imagination, though he loved the sight. Why then did he have to be so shy?

"You know you don't need to get naked right?" "I know but..."

Conrad grabbed his hand and made him stand up, led him over to the hot tub and motioned for him to get in with him.

"But nothing Dev. I don't think you're clear that I like you just the way you are." "That's easy to say when you're a perfect guy like you." "Perfect who? Me? You haven't asked my father have you? I assure you he has a different view of me." "I assure you, you look perfect." "Says the guy who dates me. You're not impartial."

There was silence between them for a moment. That was true, when it came to Conrad, Devon was anything but impartial. He adored him, was the best way to define how Dr. Hawkins made him feel.

"Are you going to spend a lot more time looking at me like that or are you going to come in here with me and I can give you the massage you deserve?" "What massage?" "The one a guy I love dearly and who thinks I'm perfect deserves."

Devon almost jumped in and they didn't get out of there until their fingers got all wrinkly.

Conrad would be more or less perfect and maybe he was better than the image he had of himself, but that moment was indeed perfect and of that they were, both of them convinced.