#hygge concept

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The Danes are Among the Happiest People in the World Thanks to Hygge

It’s not about material possessions or extravagant experiences, but rather finding joy in the simple moments of life. Hygge is a Danish word that literally means fun, but in the Scandinavian country in a broader sense hygge identifies a lifestyle. The term dates back to the 19th century, comes from the Germanic word hyggja and means ‘to think or feel content’. There are no exact translations of…

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🦃 Happy Thanksgiving! 🦃 Hoping you have a cozy day, wherever you are.

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Have you heard of the word "hygge"? Summerhouse concept by @dvktheartist

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Hi, I hope I’m submitting this correctly…!

Can I please request Simeon for flufftober, with the word hygge? Feminine or gender neutral pronouns are fine :)

Hello there!

I looooved this prompt. I really enjoyed creating the atmosphere of hygge, which is a really great concept that I totally love. Add beautiful Simeon into that and this was really fun to write. Hopefully it turned out okay!

Thanks for submitting a prompt!

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Simeon

Warnings: none it's all fluff

It was a cold and windy autumn day in the Devildom. It had been chilly for some time now as fall began to give way to winter, bringing with it lower temperatures and even more darkness. It was the perfect kind of day to stay inside somewhere warm and pleasant with someone special.

And that was exactly where you were. You were in the kitchen of Purgatory Hall, where you had been baking bread with Simeon. The angel himself added to the atmosphere of coziness, his smile emitting a light all its own. The two of you had the place to yourselves - Luke was with Barbatos at the Demon Lord's Castle, Solomon was at the library at RAD, and nobody knew where Raphael was, but he wasn't at home.

You had been planning this evening with Simeon for a little while, as both of you felt the winter creeping in. You had discussed it at RAD, talking about how nice it would be to spend some time together inside, doing things to bring yourselves some peace in the encroaching darkness.

You had brought the recipes for human world dessert breads and now the kitchen was filled with the scent of a baking pumpkin loaf. You already had a couple of loaves of banana bread cooling on the counter. There was plenty of it for you to bring some back to the House of Lamentation later, too.

When everything was finished baking, you and Simeon made up a tray. It was full of bread slices, two mugs of apple cider, and some cookies Luke had made earlier shaped like autumn leaves. You carried the tray into the living room, where Simeon had started a fire in the fireplace. There were already soft blankets and pillows piled in front of the fire.

Through the windows you could see the sky was grey; a light rain had begun to fall. The living room was filled with warmth and the soft orange glow of the fire. There were a few candles, too, adding a little additional light to the area.

As the two of you settled down in front of the fire, Simeon placed the tray in front of you. There was a stack of books nearby, in case you decided to relax and read in each other's company.

For now, you sampled some of the freshly baked bread.

You took a bite of the pumpkin, finding it exquisitely soft. The flavors of cinnamon and nutmeg filled your mouth and you hummed in appreciation.

"Did it turn out okay?" Simeon asked. "This was the first time I made pumpkin bread."

"It's delicious," you said. You broke some off the piece in your hand and held it out to him. "Try some."

Simeon met your eyes for a moment, then ate the bread from your fingers, his lips brushing momentarily against your skin.

You smiled. "It's good, right?"

Simeon smiled back at you and nodded.

You picked up a mug of cider, sipping it carefully. It was just the right temperature now, not too hot and not yet cold. You held the mug in your hands, letting the warmth of it seep into you.

"I'm glad it turned out so soft," Simeon said.

You let out a content sigh. "This is so nice," you said, your eyes closed as you absorbed that feeling of coziness. "I'm so happy to be here with you like this."

Simeon shifted a little closer to you, his leg now pressed up against yours. "I've never done anything like this before. In the Celestial Realm, the sun is always shining. It doesn't usually get this cold."

You opened your eyes to meet his blue ones. "When it gets cold and dark in the human world, we have to find ways to keep our spirits up. Some of us like to embrace the way winter comes and slows everything down." You put your mug back down on the tray and leaned your body into his, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

Simeon grabbed a blanket and draped it over the both of you. You grasped it with one hand and he held the other side, cocooning you in a softness of fabric. Simeon also wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you close and letting his own head rest on top of yours.

For a moment, all you did was watch the fire crackle, the bright orange dancing and flickering.

"Simeon," you said quietly.

"Hmm?"

"Being with you like this makes me so happy," you said. "Is this what heaven feels like?"

Simeon chuckled. He pulled away, using the hand holding the blanket to tilt your face so he could look at you. "This is far better than heaven, my love."

You felt your heartbeat increase, your eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you, the soft press of his lips against yours filling your soul with the same comfort that surrounded you.

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Happy 1st of December ❤️

This One Shot was created based on this request, and I genuinely hope you find it enjoyable 🎄 I had a lot of fun writing it, and I think it turned out rather well 🙂

Anyway, let's start December with some love and joy, and spread those positive vibes as the festive season is here 🥰

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In Scandinavia, we have this concept that has no clear definition, no direct translation - yet the feeling, everyone can understand;

'Mys' (or 'Hygge' Swedish/Danish/Norwegian) Oxford Languages  noun a quality of cosiness and comfortable conviviality that engenders a feeling of contentment or well-being (regarded as a defining characteristic of Scandinavien culture).

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Julmys I William Nylander ❄︎

"Shit," you quietly muttered to yourself, quickly closing your laptop together as your boyfriend William Nylander walked through the door of your condo. You were perched on a tall stool in the kitchen, browsing through various websites in search of inspiration when William arrived, greeting you with a kiss. He held shopping bags and wore a satisfied grin, eager to share his day's finds.

"Hey babe, check this out," he said proudly, displaying his new sweater sporting the Balenciaga brand name across the chest.

"It's beautiful, babe," you replied, attempting to muster your best smile, but William sensed something was amiss.

"You don’t like it?" he asked.

"No, no, I like it," you reassured him with a light chuckle. "It's so your style! I'm just surprised you're treating yourself to this so close to Christmas."

William chuckled along with you.

"It's November, hjärtat..."

"Well, exactly! I've got to start planning out all the Christmas presents I need to buy," you said with a smile, feeling excited about the upcoming holiday.

"And I'm on that list?" William asked, as he began rummaging through the cupboards for a snack.

"Of course, you're my boyfriend, and I want to get you a gift, you know," you forced yourself to sound more enthusiastic than you truly felt.

It wasn't that you weren't thrilled about buying Willy a present for Christmas – quite the contrary, you were incredibly excited. However, there was a tiny issue: the boy had everything. Everything he needed or wanted, that is.

And it was driving you mad that you couldn't figure out what to give him. This marked your first year together as a couple, and you wanted it to be perfect. You loved William with all your heart and simply wished to show him that you could also buy him things instead of it always being him paying for your stuff.

He had money, and he enjoyed spending it. And luckily, he also spent it on you, but that's not the point. This time, you wanted to be the one splashing out on him. However, the problem was you couldn't figure out what to get him.

"You know you don't have to get me anything, right?" William chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter in front of you, snacking away.

"I know I don't have to... but I want to," you smiled. "Are you not planning to get me something?" you asked, trying not to sound too eager, just genuinely curious about his plans.

"Of course."

"Then why shouldn't I get you something too?" Your voice unintentionally rose a little, frustration building inside you.

But once again, William just chuckled softly, as he walked over, gently turning you around on the bar stool and stood between your legs, resting his hand on your hips while brushing a few strands of hair from your face.

"Because I can always buy whatever I need for myself... you don't have to spend your money on me," he offered you an affectionate smile.

Although he understood how much this meant to you, he also found it senseless for you to spend your hard-earned money on him. He could easily buy things himself without worrying about his bank account.

"But I really want to, Willy... I know I don't earn that much, and I'm incredibly thankful that you always cover our expenses when we go out or insist on paying for things I want," you took a small breath before continuing. "But this is Christmas, and as your girlfriend, I just want to give you something..."

William couldn't help but feel immensely touched by your determination. And he knew you well enough by now to understand that this wasn't an argument he'd win.

With a sigh and a slight shake of his head, he let it go and simply planted a soft kiss on your lips, gently stroking his thumb along your cheek.

"I love you, babe... you're a bit crazy, but I love you," he sighed and chuckled softly, and you couldn't help but join in.

"I know... but you've chosen to be with me, so maybe you're the crazy one here."

Both of you burst into laughter.

"I guess so," he said before returning to his post-training snacking.

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However, as determined you were to get William a Christmas present, you found it equally challenging.

During the following days, luckily the boys were away on a long road trip, so you had the time and space to spend every spare moment making lists and brainstorming.

Clothes – nope, he's got a plenty of that. Besides, he kept adding to his collection, and you could never predict his current style preferences.

Suits – they needed tailoring, so that's a no-go.

Home décor – that's probably more of a gift for yourself.

Shoes – absolutely not. Trying to guess his size or preferred style in that department? No chance.

Hats, accessories, underwear… no, no, and no. He already had everything, and everything you found seemed like something already in his drawer.

Fucking hell!

Your next idea seemed like a perfect solution at first – reaching out to the other wives and girlfriends. Surely, they knew what to get for their partners. Right?

They were facing a similar situation, at least those without children, so it should be easy - it was anything but.

The girls proved to be of no help at all. They had all planned extravagant trips or bought big, expensive gifts that surpassed your yearly budget.

Who even gets their husband a car just like that, by the way?

Sure, William might have mentioned that a red Lamborghini was his dream car, but there's absolutely no way that's a feasible option.

Despite getting along well with the ladies, attending dinners, nights out, and engaging in late-night chats together, there remained a subtle difference between you and them.

Many of them had grown up in the world of hockey and NHL players, whether as a sister, daughter, cousin, family friend, or in similar roles. However, that wasn't your background.

Among the group of Toronto Maple Leafs wives and girlfriends, you were simply an outsider. A regular person from outside the hockey world.

Not that anyone ever intentionally made you feel that way or explicitly mentioned it. No, they were not like that at all. But there were moments like this when it became apparent that you hadn't been immersed in that world your whole life.

Firstly, you weren't from a big hockey city. You were more of a "small" town girl (well, smaller than Toronto, at least) who had moved to the city to pursue your dreams.

Secondly, your job was quite ordinary compared to many of theirs. You weren't an influencer of any sort, nor a yoga/fitness/Pilates instructor, or any other trendy profession. You weren't a stay-at-home mum involved in daily activities like volunteering at children's schools, homeless centres, or local church and clubs.

No, you were just you.

And for the record, there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, you were quite content with yourself and your life situation. But every now and then, it was hard to deny feeling a little out of place.

Furthermore, that was also one of the things William had loved about you right from the start.

He had met you in a downtown bar, where you were out with some new friends, and when he had introduced himself, you had had no clue who he was. For some reason, while you had been completing your education and focusing on your career, you'd been a bit out of touch with the world. And William had found that endearing.

He then quickly struck up a conversation with you, and as the evening unfolded with shared laughter and personal stories, he swiftly asked for your number, a request you happily granted.

There was just something about this handsome Swede that had made your knees weak from the first encounter. His laughter resonated straight to your heart, and you knew you were done for.

You did your best to play it cool though. Keeping things as casual as possible during your coffee meet-ups and walks with his dogs, which, by the way, were crucial for you to get along with. Those fluffy creatures meant the world to him, and that was crystal clear.

You even tried to maintain composure and resist giving in to the undeniable sexual attraction you felt towards him. Goodness, he was incredibly good-looking. But you had no intention of being just another fleeting encounter for him, so you held back. Well, at least for about a month.

And William was nothing but laid-back about it. He never pushed any boundaries or hinted that he was struggling to hold back. He simply respected your decision.

Or at least that's how he wanted to appear. Sure, he respected your wish to wait, but it was tearing him up inside. You were stunning, and the more time you spent together, the more he longed to hold you close and share the most intimate parts of himself with you.

Especially after that first kiss. It had happened after only a few dates, almost two weeks in, when he gently pressed his soft lips against yours, sharing breaths between you. And from that moment, he yearned for more.

But he didn't want to risk pushing you away. If waiting was what you needed, then he was willing to wait. He didn't want to jeopardise this wonderful thing that was blossoming between you.

And to put it lightly, the wait had been incredibly rewarding. Sure, a part of you wished you had acted sooner, but your rational side had prevailed. And when he finally touched you the way you had imagined to yourself, and you both experienced that tender and heartfelt closeness, where your bodies seemed to fit perfectly together, you became certain that there was no one else you wanted to be with but him.

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So, here you were, feeling deeply frustrated about finding the perfect present for the man you loved so dearly.

And as a last resort, you turned to the one person in the world who had the deepest understanding of what makes a meaningful gift for a man. Someone who had cherished and loved her significant other for nearly 58 years: your grandmother.

She had always been the family's go-to person for advice and had an uncanny understanding of who you were. Plus, with her Norwegian heritage, you hoped she might suggest something that resonated with William's Swedish cultural background.

And fortunately, luck was on your side.

She came up with the idea of an old-fashioned, hand-knitted jumper featuring classic Nordic patterns. She thought of including some personal photos in the package, along with something sentimental that you knew would strike a chord with him.

And so, you set yourself to work.

Fortunately, your granny had been the one to teach you knitting, and though your skills were a bit rusty, you quickly brushed them up.

As for the photos, that was a breeze. Despite not being the greatest Instagrammer, you had captured many moments in pictures and shots during your time together with William.

They were all just perfect.

Lastly, the emotional touch. Or more emotional touch.

William had a penchant for jewellery. He often adorned himself with thick chains around his neck or wrists, including the light chain he had received from his mother and sisters, as well as chunky rings. But instead of trying to find something expensive that resembled what he already had, you opted for something different. It was a delicate chain with a small, flat metal pendant – just right for engraving.

However, as time passed and Christmas drew nearer, a sense of uncertainty crept in regarding your gift idea.

Listening to everyone else's suggestions and hearing William talk about what he had received in previous years from friends and family, you began to doubt your idea. It started to feel somewhat inadequate and silly. How could he possibly appreciate your homemade gift?

William was all about style, cool fashion, and projecting a tough and flashy image in front of his friends and the public.

But it was too late to turn back now. You had invested too much time and effort into your gift to abandon it. So, regardless of your doubts, this had to be the final result.

_

As Christmas finally arrived, and you nestled up with your beloved boyfriend, you felt your breathing becoming harder to control. You were extremely nervous about how he would react to your gift, fearing that he might find it laughable and not want to use it at all.

But despite your apprehension, you couldn't deny that you were also proud of your hard work. You had poured your heart and soul into it, and if William didn't appreciate that, then it was his loss.

It was Christmas Eve, and you had planned the evening together. Since most of the team had organised a gathering for the 25th, you decided to follow Swedish holiday traditions on the 24th, with customary foods, singing, walking around the Christmas tree, and exchanging presents tonight.

And after a day filled with video calls to both your and William's families, followed by enjoying signature dishes (with some recipes help from Willy's mum, of course) while soft tunes played in the background, you made your way to the sofa, where William was already settled in, ready for some festive "julmys."

"Hey, älskling," he spoke gently, adjusting himself on the soft couch. "Are you ready for your present?" A mischievous, confident grin stretched across his face, giving away his excitement about what he had bought for you.

But his enthusiasm only heightened your nervousness about your own gift.

As you settled next to him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you took a deep breath and offered him a sweet smile.

"Actually, can I go first?" you asked timidly, feeling your heart race and your pulse quicken.

"Sure," William replied casually, as always. "But I did tell you not to buy me anything," he added with a light chuckle, as you handed him three wrapped boxes, adorned with colourful paper and golden satin bands.

"Well," your voice wavered nervously, "I haven't exactly bought you, anything..."

William gave you a curious glance as he accepted the presents. A smile still graced his handsome face as he kept his eyes fixed on you a little while longer.

"Babe, are you nervous?" he chuckled.

"Very much indeed," you replied with a smile. "So, please no more stalling, Willy. Start with the big one."

With a mischievous grin, William set aside the smaller packages and began unwrapping the largest one.

Your eyes were fixed on the process, watching as the paper came off and William's hands touched the wool of the colourful jumper. You had chosen the colours of his favourite country, blue and yellow, with a touch of white to balance the contrast. The carefully selected soft yarn was knitted into intricate patterns, zigzagging and forming delicate shapes of snowflakes. And at the back of the neck, you had attached a small tag that read, "homemade."

At first, William's expression was hard to decipher, but as his smile widened and his eyes met yours, you felt a wave of joy wash over you.

"Shit, babe, you made this?" he asked, clearly astonished, to which you nodded. "It's amazing! How did you... I mean, I didn't even know you could... that's incredibly talented."

His words left you stunned.

"So, you like it?" you asked with a hint of uncertainty.

"Baby, I love it," he exclaimed before leaning in to place a kiss on your lips. "I can't believe you actually did this."

"Well, you said I shouldn't buy you anything... so I went a different way," you chuckled lightly.

"So, you did, and you've definitely already outplayed my gift to you," he added.

"I don't believe that – but please, open up the others," you smiled, feeling more excited now that you had seen his reaction to your first present.

Taking the slightly smaller item and carefully unwrapping it, a photo album appeared. It was a medium-sized, dark brown, leather-like book where you had compiled cherished moments of your time together.

And as William flipped the book open, he saw candid photos of himself, both of you together, and his family. These were photos he didn't even know you had taken—capturing everything and everyone he loved and cared about. They depicted the memories you had built together over the past several months and the moments showcasing how his family had embraced and cherished you from the very beginning.

It was all so perfect.

His fingers traced gently over the various images of his parents, sisters, Alex, and the rest of his friends during the off-season. There were also photos of him napping on the sofa, with Pablo and Banksy by his side, and moments captured from your strolls together. Each photo held a special memory.

And William struggled to find the right words. "You've really outdone yourself, hjärtat," he said softly now, a smile still on his lips as he glanced at you again. "This is… this is incredibly sweet."

As your lips curved into a gentle smile, you couldn't contain your excitement at how thrilled he seemed with your gift. He appeared genuinely happy and appreciative of your thoughtful gesture.

"Well, then I suppose you should also open the last one, hopefully you'll like that too," you suggested timidly. And without further ado, William set the album and the jumper aside and picked up the smallest box among them.

This was probably the one you were most nervous about, as it held the most significance to it.

Unwrapping the paper, William delicately took the small box in his hand and opened the lid, revealing the item inside. It was a necklace that not only matched the style he typically wore but also held a tiny amulet, which he gently held between his fingers to examine closely.

On the tiny metal was inscribed a date. A date that held immense significance for both of you, representing the day you officially defined your relationship.

It was the date following months of wonderful moments, a day when you had felt anxious about your status, uncertain about Willy's true feelings and level of commitment. So, you had been forthright and asked him directly what he wanted from you. And in response, he had candidly asked you to be his girlfriend.

William was left speechless.

Never in a million years had he imagined you would put this much effort into his gifts. You had considered every little detail and poured all your love into something you believed would bring him joy. And you were absolutely right.

Nothing stirred a greater sense of warmth and being cherished within him than something that reminded him of home, his family, and you.

And as you eagerly awaited his reaction, you noticed a slight glistening in his eyes. Not quite tears, but something akin to it.

William turned to you again, slightly parting his lips as he searched for words that could convey his deep appreciation.

"Y/n/n… I—" he began, pausing to take a deep breath, his deep blue eyes locked with yours, the necklace still in his hand.

"I love you," was all he could say.

Because in that moment, that was exactly what he felt.

It wasn't solely about the items or the occasion. It was about what they symbolised; your love and dedication to him. It was something he had never experienced with anyone else before. No one had ever invested this much time and energy just to give him something for Christmas. No one had ever made him feel the way you did.

"So... you like what I did? It's not too cheesy... is it?" you asked softly, your eyes locked with his, feeling your heart flutter in your chest.

"I fucking love what you did, babe," he breathed out, leaning in once more to draw you into a kiss. However, this time, it was deeper and filled with heartfelt emotion as your lips met, and his hand gently caressed the back of your head.

And when you broke apart, both of you were gasping for air, yet still keeping your heads close together, sharing gentle chuckles.

"I love you too, you know that, right?" you inquired timidly.

"I know."

For a brief moment, tenderness filled the air amidst the Christmas tunes and delightful aromas wafting from the kitchen—a pure exchange of love between you and William.

But then, he broke the silence.

"But uhm… now I sort of don’t want to give you my gift," he chuckled lightly.

“Why not?”

"Come on, after this?" he laughed, leaning back on the sofa and gesturing towards all the items you had presented to him. "I can’t live up to this!"

You joined in with laughter.

“Oh, come on, I know your present is just as good as mine,” you smiled, feeling a bit proud of his reaction to everything.

“No way! I have not been anything near this creative and romantic. This is insane.”

“Still! I want to know what you’ve got me,” you said, intrigued. Initially, he had seemed so confident, but now he appeared somewhat insecure.

“Alright, but just to be fair, it does not come anywhere near yours,” William said, grabbing two small boxes wrapped in shimmery paper.

“It’s not a contest, babe,” you chuckled, accepting the gift.

“Which I'm really happy about right now.”

With a smile gracing your lips, you began with the slightly larger box, and a small gasp escaped as you saw what was inside. It was a delicate brooch—a piece you had admired in a shop window months ago. At the time, you had mentioned to William that it reminded you of one your grandmother had given you as a child, but that you had lost long ago. He had offered to buy it for you, but you had declined, not feeling ready for him to gift you such an emotionally significant item.

“Willy, it’s gorgeous,” you softly spoke, looking at him with the same intimacy you had shared when he opened his presents.

“Not as much as your gifts.”

“No, even more,” you gently whispered, leaning in to give him a tender kiss before turning to unwrap the other, smaller box.

Here, you had to catch your breath.

Inside was a small yet to you, seemingly significant, diamond-like stone set on a silver ring. The sparkle from the piece stole the air from your lungs, and your expression shifted to a puzzled 'o' as you turned to William, looking baffled by your own reaction.

“Babe are you alright?” he asked.

“Willy... just to be sure, this is a ring with a diamond, and not a diamond ring… right?”

William couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, slightly as he slowly comprehended your reference, letting out a small sigh.

“No, no, it’s... it’s just something I thought was really pretty,” he admitted, almost blushing as he hadn't considered how it might be misunderstood. “I just thought it would be nice for you to have something to look down at... and think of me, you know... when I’m on the road, or not around.”

You could see the sincerity in his eyes, as he looked at you, hoping you wouldn't be disappointed.

And you were far from disappointed.

Although your love for William was deep, neither of you were prepared for that level of commitment, especially since it was only your first year together. Nevertheless, you pulled him into another heartfelt kiss.

“So, you like it?” he chuckled.

“I fucking love it,” you echoed his words from earlier, gently taking the ring and slipping it onto your finger. “So incredibly gorgeous,” you whispered, earning another chuckle from William.

“Don’t worry, maybe one day it’ll be... you know... that,” he said in his best attempt at being boyishly charming.

“And I’ll look forward to that, but for now, how about…” you smirked, setting the lovely gifts aside on the coffee table and leaning in closer to your boyfriend. “Let’s just cherish this moment, just you and me,” you whispered before reconnecting your lips with his.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” he replied, his hands gently resting on your hips, drawing you closer to him.

The ambiance, the company, the presents—it was all so perfect.

It was truly a cosy and special Christmas moment.

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3k-5k Words Fics (6) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

A Nun and A Priest: You Get Me Closer to God (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: When Dan dresses up as a sexy nun for Halloween in America, he finds himself longing for a sexy priest.

and the days after that (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: He can hear Dan’s voice coming down the hall, laughing with someone from the crew, and it makes his breath stop in his chest.

(doomed tour usa, autumn 2022)

cat bells (ao3) - N_Chu4Ever

Summary: The catboy photoshoot, except it all goes weirdly wrong because Phil accidentally bought Dan a magic cat costume off the internet. Oops.

🌸 cherry blossom 🌸 (ao3) - natigail

Summary: It had been a silly dream at first. The idea to have a cherry blossom tree in their garden they didn't even have yet. It hadn't felt like it was something that would really happen.

But it was real. Dan was watching their tree, Phil's arms around him, and hoping they would get to see its first bloom soon.

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

Comfort in Chaos (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Phil wakes to Dan having a nightmare that he struggles to rouse him from. It later transpires that there is a reason behind his unsettled and panicked behaviour.

DreamCasts Presents (ao3) - SummerFlingsAndThings (QueenJunoTheGreat)

Summary: Phil's son is obsessed with the faceless man who narrates audiobooks.

Dan's daughter is obsessed with the brightly dressed librarian in charge of the children's department.

And Dan and Phil? Well, they're a little obsessed with one another.

easy for you to say (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Phil tries to convince Dan to throw away the grey shirt. Dan can’t do it.

Golden Boy (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Phil takes a drawing class in university and needs a subject for his drawing final.

growing up or just going down (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil is 15 years old today. He's going to have the best birthday of his life, to kick off the best year of his life.

Right?

hard launch at last (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “Maybe the exact right moment won’t ever present itself.” Dan can feel himself hurtling towards some cosmic revelation as they stand here on a sandy beach in Portugal, the ocean bringing out the blue in Phil’s eyes.

home renovations (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Phil is a new homeowner with a knack for getting himself into awkward situations around cute guys. Dan is a builder who's always working on renovations around Phil's house. What could go wrong?

(An alternate meeting YouTuber Phil/builder Dan AU.)

I know you, hands under my sweatshirt (ao3) - midorijpg

Summary: “How are you?”

It's with an undertone of fear that he dares ask that, as always, even if he knows that he’s lucky if Dan even decides to answer. And as he imagines, Dan just tilts his head, looking at him as if lost in thought, swinging the bottle with his hand before just resting it on the floor.

“Make room,” he just says.

“What?”

“I said, make room.”

or, something something about having bad days and growing up and realizing you don't (completely) fit in couches anymore.

in this smoking chaos (ao3) - writingcollective

Summary: Dan bottoms for the first time, not being able to shut down his inner demons that whisper internalised homophobic thoughts into his ear. But Phil guides him through it, somehow.

Like a cicada rhythm. (ao3) - emmibug

Summary: every night they share the same bed, legs twisted together, arms holding each other close. dan and phil haven’t grown up from their childlike sense of friendship which leads people to believe there’s something deeper going on.

a dan and phil childhood best friends to lovers AU where they share the same bed and always have done.

Magi (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Dan doesn’t know how he hadn't thought about a gift for Phil yet. Phil is still feeling a little weird about how much he spent on Dan’s gift.

A fic about coincidence and sacrifice.

Neighbourly Nook (ao3) - wednesday_ukiru

Summary: The stranger had a dimple on his cheek that appeared when he laughed.

“I’m Dan,” he said, extending his hand. Phil reached for it with extreme eagerness, their knuckles knocking together in a particularly painful way, and they both winced, but Dan immediately broke into a smile. “I don’t know why I offered you a handshake, I never know how to do them.”

Revolving Door (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Phil really doesn’t want to think about what Dan said. He really would like to leave, and take this strangled feeling elsewhere. But he can’t stop listening to Dan’s song.

so american (ao3) - ae121

Summary: Phil has been living in London for a year and thinks he's gotten pretty used to the city. He works part-time at a bookstore, using it at first to gain some friends, now it's just fun for him. His friends are constantly trying to find him someone to date, but all of his dates don't go well.

Well, that's until he met Dan.

Sunshine on the street at the parade (ao3) - ForeverJustAnEmoKidAtHeart

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a Pride Parade.

so good (ao3) - grievingwarwidow

Summary: dan gets a piercing

since i wrote you last (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan and his letters to Santa over the years.

The Knight of Wands (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Phil had always had dreams that he couldn't quite comprehend and a certain intuition about what was truly important for his future.

They fade to nothing when I look at him (ao3) - phasamtasie

Summary: Arriving in the kitchen Phil made himself his one cup of coffee he allowed himself on weekend days and stared out the window lost in thought, so it took him a few seconds to register why the light had seemed so much brighter than usual at 8am. With childish delight he saw that it had snowed overnight, and not just the usual UK dusting where one could still see the grass underneath but a proper snow, coating everything outside in a bright white.

OR

Dan and Phil go sledging.

trouble between you and i (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil can't stand the silence for another moment. "I don't want to break up," he says.

Weight on my Shoulders (ao3) - ByTheFire

Summary: When Phil starts getting some unexpected gifts from his dad he starts to worry if he knows something he is not ready to share. Thankfully Dan is there to make it all a bit less scary. All Phil can hope is his dad doesn't want to change who he truly is.

when i walk in the kitchen, my heart hits the floor (ao3) - aura_sky

Summary: a phivorce fic

based on the Renee Rapp song (In the Kitchen)

or

Dan walks into the kitchen and he misses Phil.

[farm-witches-fic-recs]

Friends of Farm Witches Fic Recs

We made it! The coven is pleased to wrap up another year of friends and fics here on the farm. We're grateful to share this fandom with all of you and we look forward to continuing our work in the new year.

May you find peace and quiet in which to read, tasty foods for snacking, and abundant joy in everything you do.

Be well, farm witch friends, and enjoy this last community rec list of 2023. Leave the authors some love and kind words to cap off this year's creative journeys.

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All the Fellas That I Haven’t Kissed (@apothecarypants, @five678patty )“David is Sexy Santa. Patrick is Completely Smitten. That’s all you really need to know.”

Apricity (@demora00) “Hygge vibes, coffee shop, colleagues to lovers, relationship of convenience, hanukkah, solstice, along with a spa visit and an aurora borealis - what's not to like?”

Going Down (@concannonfodder) “This one is long and gets angsty around chapter 15 but the first 14 are a sweet and sexy way to spend New Years. Gallery Owner!David and Tourist!Patrick get stuck in a midtown NYC elevator on New Years Eve. After a few trapped hours of lively banter, vulnerable exchanges, and delicious sexual tension, they decide to spend the next few days together. Excellent writing.”

Hopes As High As  A Kite (hudders-and-hiddles/ @wild-aloof-rebel) “It’s so beautifully written with all the Hallmark Christmas movie vibes. It’s one of my go-to holiday reads. Curl up with a hot cuppa and let this make you feel like you’re being wrapped up in the coziest blanket.”

How Do We Get Back (@unfolded73) “An AU testing the "in-every-universe" principle: will David and Patrick find each other, even when stuck in a particularly angst-ridden timeline? (Spoiler: they *will*!) Funny and fast-moving, with excellent cameos by Twyla and Gwen and some shocking (but temporary) bad news, this story is a great way to spend a cozy afternoon.”

How the reindeer loved him (yourbuttervoicedbeau/@kiwiana-writes) “A masterclass in 'this concept shouldn't work as well as it does' tbh - the entire premise is RIDICULOUS but it’s stuffed full of feelings and knocks it out of the park.”

Making Spirits Bright (roseapothecary/@indestructibleheart)  “It’s “A Christmas Carol” for Patrick! You know Patrick’s story, and you can guess what the ghosts might show him. But I promise this fic gives us scenes that are fresh and new. There’s a lot of humor mixed in with the painful realizations, and, overall, it’s a strong, well-written, and satisfying fic.”

Now you see me (@grapehyasynth) “Stevie sets David and Patrick up on a blind date and though there isn't a lot of plot, the banter is SO sharp and the characterization is SO perfect that the piece just shimmers. This is a deep-cut one-shot first-meeting/first-date AU from 2019.”

[copperbadge]

Many are aware that Prowly is a herald of Halloween, but did you know he is also a harbinger of the season of Hygge, the Danish conception of cozy winter comfort? Now you know!  

[ID: Prowly, a small resin owl, is sitting on an orange plate; he is covered and surrounded by a mound of chocolate molassses cookies, flat round cookies crusted with sugar. He looks startled by all of this.]

[gingerbredman1989]

An image of a super-heavyweight male bodybuilder sitting near a roaring fire in a cozy Danish winter cabin, embodying the concept of Hygge. The bodybuilder is incredibly muscular, with a physique that reflects the pinnacle of strength and size. He sits comfortably, exuding a sense of warmth and contentment typical of Hygge. The cabin interior is quintessentially Danish in design, with minimalist yet warm decor, featuring wooden elements and soft lighting. The roaring fire in the fireplace adds to the cozy, inviting atmosphere, perfect for a cold winter day.

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[doumadono]

POV: You just woke up, and the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes wafts through the air. Dabi's there, sitting on the side of the bed, stroking your head fondly as he smiles.

On the tray he brought, is a plate of bacon, eggs, and pancakes, and there's a bottle of syrup on the bedside table.

'Morning, doll. How'd you sleep? I made this for you.' He states, handing you a fork.

You guys spend the day together, just a lazy day, and it's honestly so sweet and loving.

-dabihawksluva

Omg, it paints such a heartwarming scene that truly captures a sense of comfort and affection, I'm melting 💙 My heart flutters at the idea of waking up to Dabi's presence and gentle touch 😭 The idea of spending a leisurely day together, ah, I'd willingly take advantage of such a chance. This imagine brings to mind a dream I had a few days ago, where I was teaching Dabi about the concept of hygge, and he couldn't nderstand what's a big deal (not to mention he got lost in Ikea) 😭

[frodothefair]

If the Shire was plopped into the modern era hobbit holes and all, what do you think they'd do when they saw and experienced all the modern art and furniture of our era? How would hobbits adapt to furniture from styles like Bauhaus and mid century modern to the Scandinavian modernism designs of Ikea? Cause all of it was made without traditional woodworking attached, granted, but the main motive for a lot of the interior design and furniture in modern styles is the 'optimal' or most efficient levels of convenience and comfort- and hobbits *are* big fans of both soo... it's not like it's a rigged game here. and let's be real, the food court mid-Ikea might warm them up to their aesthetic after all~~ 👀😇

💐 ASK ME about my headcanons about hobbits and the Shire! 💐

Wow, I love how your brain works, anon! (Some of the asks I've been getting are seriously so creative, I can't even...)

As for me, I am of two minds about this issue. Comfort, you see, is not just physical comfort, but also that which is familiar, that which is "home." In the case of hobbits, they likely value both, and are generally averse to all things new and unfamiliar.

As such, I believe that at first they would be quite put off by the sharp angles and the straight lines of midcentury modern and other similar styles, and if they had a choice, they would gravitate towards traditional Amish-made furniture and anything that you might find in an antique store.

However, the key word is at first. Once you trick them or bribe them into sitting in an Eames chair, for instance, they'll realize that it feels like curling up in the palm of a hand designed specifically to cradle you, and they'll be one hundred percent sold. And let's not forget the hygge aesthetic, which is all about warm light, soft palettes, and lots of warm, huggable pillows. Hygge and hobbit, I think, are concepts that go hand in hand!

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[embraceyourconfidence]

Cultural Perspectives on Confidence

All the information i got from different articles and internet resources! So if something is wrong, please tell me about it! 💗

1. Western Cultures (United States, Europe):

In Western cultures, confidence is often associated with assertiveness, self-promotion, and individual achievement.

Practices include public speaking training, assertiveness workshops, and emphasis on self-expression and self-esteem building from a young age.

2. Eastern Cultures (Japan, China, Korea):

In Eastern cultures, humility and modesty are valued virtues, and overt displays of confidence may be seen as arrogant.

Practices focus on discipline, perseverance, and group harmony rather than individual assertiveness. Respect for authority and elders is emphasized.

3. Mediterranean Cultures (Italy, Spain, Greece):

Confidence in Mediterranean cultures is often tied to social connections, family support, and emotional expressiveness.

Practices include lively social gatherings, where storytelling, passionate discussions, and expressing emotions openly are common.

4. Latin American Cultures:

Confidence in Latin American cultures is often intertwined with warmth, charisma, and resilience.

Practices include music, dance, and celebrations that promote self-expression and community bonding. Familial support and connections are highly valued.

5. African Cultures:

Confidence in African cultures may be linked to community support, spiritual beliefs, and storytelling traditions.

Practices include ceremonies, rituals, and communal activities that reinforce identity, strength, and resilience within the community.

6. Indigenous Cultures:

Indigenous cultures often emphasize a deep connection to nature, spirituality, and community.

Practices include ceremonies, storytelling, and rituals that promote harmony with nature, self-awareness, and respect for traditions.

7. Middle Eastern Cultures:

Confidence in Middle Eastern cultures may be tied to hospitality, honor, and familial ties.

Practices include communal meals, where hospitality and generosity are expressed, and storytelling traditions that pass down cultural values.

8. Scandinavian Cultures:

Confidence in Scandinavian cultures may be linked to egalitarianism, social welfare, and work-life balance.

Practices include outdoor activities, communal living concepts like "hygge" (coziness), and emphasis on equality and social justice.

Insights and Practices:

Embrace Diversity: Recognize that confidence can be expressed in various ways across cultures, and there is no one-size-fits-all approach.

Learn from Others: Take inspiration from different cultural practices that promote confidence, such as community support, storytelling, or spiritual connections.

Value Connection: Many cultures emphasize the importance of social connections, family, and community support in fostering confidence.

Respect Differences: Understand that cultural differences influence perceptions of confidence, and respect diverse perspectives and approaches.

[torahtot]