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[chimerical-daydreams]

After seeing so many people hurt the little guy, I'm starting to feel sad for him. I hug the charmless prince! And give a nice big cozy blanket and some hot coco!

- The Collector

He appreciates the hug <3

Bonus:

[v6quewrlds]

can u write a fluffy clingy joe one shot?? maybe building legos or something!! i love ur work!! i hope u have a nice day!!🫶🏾

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: here's a fluffy little palette cleanser <3

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The scent of cinnamon wafted through the air as you stirred the pot of homemade hot chocolate on the stove. You glanced at the clock; it was already past six in the evening, and the darkness outside pressed against the windows like a heavy blanket.

"Joe," you began as you poured the steaming liquid into two oversized mugs, "I understand you're upset, but maybe you should take this week to recharge. Watch some movies, play some video games, do something that doesn't involve football."

Joe sighed, taking the mug from you with a nod of gratitude. "You're probably right," he admitted. "But it's hard to sit still when all I can think about is what we could be doing to fix things."

You kissed his forehead gently. "You can't control everything, Joey. Sometimes you just have to trust that things will pan out the way they're meant to." You leaned in for a quick peck, then stepped back to pick up your warm mug.

Joe sighed again, his eyes lingering on the TV that was muted in the living room, displaying highlights of the Cavs-Pelicans game. "Fine," he said finally.

You raised an eyebrow. "Fine?"

"Fine," Joe repeated, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Can we build that Lego set we got last Christmas?"

Your eyes lit up. "Seriously?" You had been dying to tackle the intricate, sprawling Star Wars that had remained in its box since Joe's brother, Dan, gifted it for Christmas. "You know I've been waiting for this moment."

Joe nodded with a hint of excitement in his voice. "Yeah, I figured it's time we put it together." He followed you to the living room, where you cleared the coffee table with a dramatic flourish.

You sat down across from each other, the instructions sprawled out between you. You picked up the instructions, your eyes scanning the pages. "Okay, we're building the Death Star," you said with a smile. "Where do we start?"

Joe leaned over, his sarcasm in full swing. "I'm surprised you remember what it is. You're the one who said it looked like a giant space donut when we opened the box."

You playfully rolled your eyes. "Hey, I know my Star Wars!" you protested. "The 4,000-piece count kind of took me by surprise, though."

Joe chuckled, sifting through the pieces. "Alright, space donut expert, let's get to it."

Your eyes were glued to the instructions, the pieces scattered around the two of you like a colorful minefield. A soft laugh filled the room as you held up a tiny Lego stormtrooper, your thumb and forefinger framing it like a photograph. "Look at this little guy," you said, grinning. "He's so cute."

"Cute? He's a symbol of imperial tyranny, babe," Joe retorted with a chuckle, earning a playful shove from you. Despite his initial hesitation, Joe was fully invested in the project. His mind was clear of the team dynamics that had consumed him all week. The Legos demanded his focus, and he gave it willingly.

You took a sip of your now lukewarm cocoa and leaned in closer to examine Joe's progress. "Looks pretty impressive," you said.

Joe glanced up, his cheeks reddening slightly. "It's just Legos," he said, but you could hear the pride in his voice.

"No, it's not just Legos," you replied, setting your mug down. "I love it when you get all focused like this for something other than football. It's cute."

Joe rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. "Cute, huh?"

You nodded. "Yeah, like a big ol' teddy bear."

"Teddy bear?" Joe scoffed, but the playful teasing had lightened his mood. "I'll have you know I'm a very intimidating Lego architect."

You couldn't help but laugh at his defensive tone. "Oh, absolutely," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm quaking in my boots."

Joe smirked and tossed a Lego at you. It bounced off your arm and you feigned injury. "Careful there, Burrow," you said, your voice full of mock pain. "You wouldn't want to hurt the one who's keeping you fed and hydrated."

"Well, you're not helping much with the whole 'keeping me hydrated' part," Joe quipped, nodding towards his nearly empty mug. "I'll need more of that hot cocoa if I'm going to get through this."

You stood up with a smile. "Your wish is my command," you said, practically skipping back to the kitchen. As you brought the pot to a boil again, you watched Joe through the archway. The stress of the season had etched lines into his face, but as he worked on the Death Star, you could see them slowly smoothing out.

When you returned with the freshly filled mug, Joe took a grateful sip and leaned back, eyeing the progress. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "I've been so caught up in work that I forgot how much I enjoy just... doing nothing."

You sat back down on the floor, your mug now steaming in your hands. "It's important to have hobbies," you agreed, your voice gentle. "Things that make you happy outside of football."

Joe nodded, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before returning to the Legos. "You're right," he murmured, his voice a mix of acceptance and regret. "I just... I want to win so badly."

You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "I know you do," you said softly. "And you will. But you'll have to wait a week to do it. For now, just enjoy the quiet."

[dumplingsfordays]

Reading 30 Strales and omg Blade smelling like citrus sounds amazing. I've been playing for about 3 weeks and after fulling catching up on the trailblazer quests I was like dang blade kills people a lot right, he probably smells like blood 24/7 that's so gross. All this to say... reject logic, I agree that blade smells like citrus. Do you have thoughts on what any of the others would smell like?

what the hsr men smell like

ft. blade, gepard, jing yuan, dan heng, luocha, and welt

cw!: mentions of blood, no pronouns for reader mentioned, implied relationship, cuddling, swearing, super fluffy :)

note - thank you so much for reaching out to me omg 🥺 i reject logic too so that's how the whole citrus thing came to be ajsjdk. also i know absolutely nothing about colognes/fragrances so i'm sorry if i mess some of these up ;-; hope you're having a great day/night though pookie <3

and as always, thank you for reading :)

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blade

~ as mentioned above, def smells like citrus and bergamot.

~ sometimes you can catch a little metallic-y whiff of (cough cough) def not blood (cough cough), but it never lasts for long - when he hugs you, the smell of oranges invades your senses like a light summer breeze~

~ and don't get me started on how obsessed he is w this scent. if he stays somewhere for even 1-2 days, you know he's bringing along his 3 freakin citrus-scented candles!!

~ please run your fingers thru his hair when you're hanging out or cuddling. please. he will melt from headpats and your fingers will smell like his shampoo for the rest of the day, and since you love the scent of gentle lime, why not?

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gepard

~ omg this man!! he's totally giving cashmere + hot cocoa for some reason??? he doesn't really use cologne/fragrances and prefers his natural scent, but does use cashmere and vanilla body wash + shampoo.

~ like sure, after a busy day at work or training he'll kinda smell like sweat but will immediately take a shower when he gets home. he hates being sweaty and thinks it's icky if he does for too long-

~ and when you snuggle up to him for cuddle time on a day off, you just wanna stay there forever bc his scent envelops you like a blanket on freezing winter nights <3

~ overall very comforting and warm, just like Gepard himself!! (cries in human heater vibes)

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jing yuan

~ musk + cinnamon + a little bit of spice, and def uses cologne.

~ actually wants to smell nice and puts in the effort!! changes his sheets, washes his clothes, showers every day (but washes his hair every 3 days or so bc haircare)

~ speaking of haircare, this man's big on it. most of his haircare products smell like the aforementioned musk and cinnamon, but he uses this one cream that smells like cloves and you freakin adore it. sometimes you borrow it so that whenever you're going out and he's busy with his big boy general duties, it feels like he's with u <3

~ and ughhhh his bedroom smells like him so whenever you guys have le cuddle time you fall asleep almost immediately. ofc he eventually does too (bc he loves how u smell too pookie, don't tell him i said that though he would kill me aksjskd) and you're so warm and soft and how could he not fall asleep??

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dan heng

~ very ocean-y (salty?), small hints of eucalyptus and cypress as well. when he uses cologne he uses very, very little, but he actually has 2 separate colognes, one for the ocean-y cypress, and the other for the eucalyptus

~ i feel like this is kinda a bold statement but he uses bath bombs. like he gets a bath bomb that smells like mint, gets in the bathtub w it, and glides his thumbs over its surface bc he likes the texture-

~ he might not be the cleanest man in the universe, but he sure does smell like it!! something about eucalyptus and cypress and mint and a hint of ocean breeze is chillingly refreshing and tbh you kinda dig it :D

~ mornings w dan heng. omfg they are ethereal bc he literally smells angelic??? like a gentle freshness yk and the pillows smell like him too so lazy mornings are def a thing that you guys love sharing <3

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luocha

~ oooo he's kinda a wild card imo, but personally, i think that he smells like jasmine + honey (not just bc of his idle + technique!! pinky promise)

~ he lowkey smells a little like freshly-cut grass, very light n refreshing. however, jasmine takes center stage, and if you really bury your face in his long-ass hair, you can catch a whiff of chamomile :))

~ super big on herbal teas and honey as well - i hc that he brings a water bottle w him that's just green tea n honey so when you're close to his face (cuddling, hugging, etc) the honey adds this sweetness that blends super well w the aforementioned chamomile + jasmine <3

~ like jing yuan, super involved in haircare!! he does use less products, but you still freakin adore this chamomile shampoo that he uses. avid believer in aromatherapy, prob uses essential oils (not for curing cancer ofc)

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welt

~ coffee and amberwood!! both are deep and rich scents and he probably uses cologne in very small amounts aksjdks

~ coffee addict and the scent faintly lingers, so the amberwood is really more prominent, but overall i promise he doesn't smell like dust or smth, he's not that old he takes good care of himself :))

~ burns incense in his room bc it helps him relax and concentrate on his drawings, so he does have a little resin smell to him, but you don't mind bc it's actually quite comforting. he once almost caused a fire bc he dropped a lit match onto the carpet but we don't talk about that-

~ loves to hug you so whenever he does, you always feel so cozy and loved and aaaaa ya'll are so cute i can't <3 and since he's pretty tall he sometimes rests his head on top of yours and hugs you from behind like that and you melt immediately bc it's like a blanket!! but smells super nice!!

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[companionjones]

Expect The Unexpected

Pairing: Bernard the Elf x Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Santa Clause Movies

Summary: Bernard surprises you by showing up on the night of Christmas. He has a story for you to explain his appearance. He also might have another surprise...

Warnings: Cursing

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You very nearly spilled your hot chocolate when your boyfriend appeared under a cascade of sparkles in front of your TV in your living room. "B?!" You quickly set aside your mug, removed your blanket, and got to your feet. "What're you doing here? It's Christmas Day! Well, more like night now," you corrected yourself with a gesture to the window. You took the few steps necessary to hug him.

Bernard had made it very clear that his job came first when you had met him. The two of you had been seeing each other for over two years at that point, and Bernard was always absent from American Thanksgiving to the New Year. You never had a problem with it.

Your boyfriend seemed sweaty in his response. "Oh, you know. I could feel you missing me extra this year, so I figured I'd pop down and say hello. For your sake."

Quickly, you parted from your hug to give him an unconvinced look.

Bernard didn't even need to look at you to know that you saw right through him. "Okay, I'm sorry! The lead up to this Christmas was just so stressful--more stressful than normal--and I needed to see you."

He was speaking so fast that you didn't object as he pulled you to sit on your couch with both hands.

Bernard proceeded to tell you the story of the lead up to that Christmas while barely taking the time to breathe. Apparently, the current Santa Claus, Scott Calvin, needed a Mrs. Claus in order to continue being St. Nicholas. While he was gone and looking for his better half, Bernard's 2nd in command, Curtis, made a life-like toy Santa to run things at the North Pole. The toy Santa went crazy and almost ruined Christmas. However, Scott Calvin returned in time to right everything, and to marry a woman he had fallen in love with. Her name was Carol.

"Holy shit! What the fuck?" You exclaimed once the story was over.

"As always, I missed the eloquent way you express my thoughts exactly," Bernard sighed deeply as he leaned against your shoulder.

Gently, you removed his hat so you could place a soft kiss on top of his head. "I missed you too," you returned. "Now, since I have you here, would you like to curl up with some hot cocoa and watch some Christmas movies? Or, if you're all Christmased out, we could just stare at the black screen?"

Bernard snorted and moved back to a sitting position. "Honey, I'd love to, but there's still one more thing I have to make right." He pulled a small, red velvet box from his pocket.

Knowing on-sight what it was, you gasped.

"The wedding I attended earlier today made me realize one thing: I wanted you there. In fact, I want you by my side for the rest of my life. Will you marry me?" He opened the case to reveal an astonishingly beautiful ring.

Tears were going to spill from your eyes if you spoke, but you broke through your nod to confirm anyway, "Yeah!" You couldn't even from the whole word 'Yes', but you what you said was enough for Bernard.

You placed your right hand on his cheek to pull him in for a kiss, which was only broken so the two of you could watch Bernard slide the ring onto your left ring finger. The two of you kissed again. "I love you," Bernard broke the kiss to say.

"I love you, too," you promised in the light of your twinkling Christmas tree.

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. I would also really appreciate a comment, if you have the time. If you would like to read more, check out my masterlists. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

[varteeny1234]

the weather outside is frightful, but with the fire it's so delightful

tumblr links are broken for me apparently but ANATHRA FIC TIME WAHOO

Summary:

Anathra's programming had glitched during his reboot, which came with the awful side effect of him being able to feel the cold, cold weather that plagued Spruce Kingdom in the wintertime. And he has no idea how to handle it, he's never had to before! Luckily, he has friends to help him get through it.

Words: 2108

Chapters: 1/1 (it is a 3-part oneshot though)

Warnings: None!

Ship: elffenathra (only for the third part though)

this is entirely fluff btw

Spruce kingdom was cold. It had always been cold, blanket of white snow permanently layered across the islands, soft flakes falling from the sky. Anathra knew it was cold. He just couldn't feel it, before. 

And now, due to some bug in his programming- he assumed it was a bug, at least- he was stuck with new awful senses like the ability to feel the freezing temperature around him. He didn't know what to do about it, other than wrap himself in a blanket and curl up in his bed, since he'd never exactly had to deal with this before. He did not recommend it. He didn't produce much body heat, either.

The sun had set a while ago, so the temperature would only continue to drop.

"Anathra? Anathra, are you in the house?" A voice called out from somewhere downstairs. 

Anathra did not want to remove himself from the covers, but whatever Acorn wanted him for was probably more important than pouting about the weather. "I'm upstairs," he replied, sitting up. 

He heard footsteps on the stairs, and then Acorn's face peeked into the room from behind the door. "There you are! I've been wondering where you ran off to. The auroras are just really bright right now, and I thought I'd come get you because I know you like to watch them," she said. 

Anathra did perk up at the mention of the auroras. The bright waving lights in the sky that he thought were so pretty, he almost forgot about the awful temperature for a moment!

And then, he shivered, the illusion shattering. Acorn noticed.

"Hey, are you okay over there? You look really cold. Like, colder-than-you-should-be cold. Do you want, like, a cup of hot cocoa? I can make some for us, if you want. We don't have to go outside."

Anathra slowly stood up, and they went back downstairs to the main room.

"A warm drink sounds very nice, Acorn, thank you. I've just been... adjusting to some things, and I guess the cold has been affecting me more than it used to."

"Oof, I hope that hasn't been too rough on you! You know what, I have an idea. Sit down," she pointed at the ground in front of the empty fireplace. She grabbed two pieces of wood, some smaller sticks, paper, and flint and steel. In just a few moments, Acorn had a warm blaze going. The soft orange glow filled the room, showering Anathra in the warmth, and she smiled at his goofy grin. How could he have forgotten that he could build a fire?

This was an incredible feeling, now that he could, well, feel it. He'd sat around a fire with his friends before, he'd just never known how nice it was when you had a sense of touch.

Acorn disappeared into the hidden storage room for a minute to fetch the hot cocoa. While she poured it into two mugs, Anathra watched the dancing flames in the fireplace.

Acorn's red hair almost looked like fire, too, in the light. It was rather pretty.

The drink warmed him up nicely, and tasted good. He nearly drank it too fast, having to stop and cough once, and Acorn only giggled a little bit. He smiled, too. Moments like these were almost worth having to deal with the awfulness that was winter in this kingdom.

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The winter season dragged on, and Anathra adapted as best he could. He wore a larger coat, and leggings under his regular pants for extra insulation- Ruby had given him that tip. Ke had also been hanging around Spruce Mountain a lot more, recently, for whatever reason.

But Acorn and Ruby were both at other kingdoms, for the island swap week, and Doovid was off on one of his exploration missions. Anathra was left alone. 

In the cold, cold weather.

He debated sending out a message to see if anyone else might want to come and visit, since the cold combined with the loneliness was making both things worse. But he didn't want to make it sound like an emergency, he'd dealt with worse on his own before. It wasn't even that cold, just... slightly colder than he'd have preferred.

He decided to go to the Eye for... some reason. He probably just wanted a distraction.

Only a few minutes had passed before he was bored again. He flew back to the main island, landing in front of the cabin. He wandered over to the bridge that led to the bottom of the mountain and leaned against the railing. There was a layer of clouds above, turning the sky grey, but no snow was falling right then.

It was nice.

"Anathra!" A voice called. "Where are you?"

"Oh- I'm over here!" He responded, perking up. It was... Marm? What was Marm of all people doing here?

She ran over to him, picking him up and spinning him around in a hug, both of them laughing.

"Marm, it's so great to see you! But what are you doing here? You should be back at the Mangrove kingdom!" Anathra giggled.

She waved a hand, dismissing him. "Oh, don't worry about that. I wanted to come visit you! I know how you've been being bothered by the cold weather, since something happened with your code or whatever, but I made you something." She handed him a bundle of pale blue fabric-

Oh, it was so soft! And it was warm, too. Really warm.

"I enchanted this blanket so that it always gives off heat! You can take it anywhere, it'll still stay warm. It also won't break very easily- at least, it shouldn't, I've never done a spell quite like this one before, most of my magic revolves around natural sorts of things, plants and animals and the world around us and stuff, but you know. I did a thing!"

Anathra only heard about half of her words, he was too busy running his hand along the soft surface of the (still-folded) blanket. It felt like little sparks of warmth were shooting off around his fingertips.

"I'm glad you seem to like it," said Marm with a smile. "Here." She unfolded the blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders. Instantly, he felt his face melt into a goofy grin, and he rested his head on Marm's shoulder.

"Comfy," he murmured. "Thank you, Marm, this is a really nice surprise gift! I am definitely going to be using this often."

"Hooray!"

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Nether kingdom was scorching, Anathra had realized. A stark contrast to the bitter cold of Spruce. Funny thing how they were neighboring kingdoms! And Elffe, one of the rulers, was like a walking furnace himself.

He just seemed to radiate heat, no matter where he went or what he was doing.

Although, Anathra would be lying if he said the warm feelings he felt whenever they were together were only from Elffe himself being physically very warm. He was glad he couldn't blush- side effect of being a hologram- but he was sure that at least one person had picked up on his crush already.

It was nearing the end of the winter season, and Anathra was greatly looking forward to it. It would still be cold in his kingdom, especially on the mountain, but it would be less cold.

But today, he wasn't at Spruce. He was at the shopping district, looking through Icekea to see if anything needed restocking. Unfortunately, this didn't stop the cold- the weather seemed like it was trying to bite him, wind and snow pushing against him and piling up along the outer walls of the shops. He hadn't even done anything! It was just cold. And Anathra did not like it.

If he was at home, he'd probably go and curl up by the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate (Acorn had given him her recipe) and the blanket from Marm. But he was far away from his lovely warm cabin, and he didn't want to go outside the building he was already in, since the weather was so bad. Looking out a window, it'd only gotten worse since he'd arrived.

Just plain, pure white, everywhere the eye could see. Snow, ice...

Person?

A dark shape darted through the growing storm and through the door of Icekea. The doorbell rang, and Anathra heard the wind's howling for a split second before the door slammed shut again. Someone downstairs was laughing.

Their laugh was pretty.

"Elffe? What are you doing here?!" Exclaimed Anathra, heading down the stairs. "Why were you out in the storm?"

"I could ask you the same," he replied.

"I was checking the stock in Icekea when the storm got too bad for me to leave. That doesn't answer my question, though."

"I was just out for a fly. Cold weather is nice, you know? I like being able to cool off. Storm got worse, and, well- I just went to the nearest building! Guess we'll both be stuck here for a while, though- better get cozy!"

Did- did Elffe wink at him?

He had to have been imagining things...

There it was again, that warm, fuzzy feeling in his midsection! He giggled. "Yeah, I guess so. It'll be like a sleepover!"

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Anathra and Elffe had stacked some bookshelves, and found an old carpet to throw over them to make a tent. It really did feel like they were two teenagers at a sleepover, building a fort out of whatever they could find.

It made Anathra a little bit giddy, if he had to be honest. Elffe's smile was infectious, and he was almost able to forget about the cold that still plagued him.

He shivered. "Stupid cold weather," he grumbled. "I don't understand how you're always so warm! I feel like I'm going to freeze. I can't wait for this winter to end."

Elffe raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Really? I always liked the cold. I guess it just feels nice, since I'm not in danger of overheating," he said.

Anathra shook his head. "I just wish I had my magic blanket from Marm- the one that's always so warm and cozy! Shame we're trapped here for a bit, I guess. If the weather keeps up, we might have to spend the night here."

He pushed down the little fluttering in his stomach at the idea of spending the night in Icekea with Elffe, in a little makeshift fort they made together.

Elffe hummed. "I mean... I'm kind of like, warm all the time. You could always just, maybe, I don't know... ah, come here," he smiled, reaching out an arm, offering to... share his body heat so Anathra wouldn't be cold? 

It felt almost too good to be true. Slowly, shyly, he leaned against Elffe's side, and- yep, he was radiating heat like his blood was made of lava. He felt a little warmer than usual, and his cheeks were more flushed, but surely that was just Anathra being more sensitive to the heat and stuff-!

He buzzed a little bit in the comfort. It was a weird bug in his programming, he'd sometimes buzz and glitch slightly when he was super happy or comfortable. The closest thing he'd been able to compare it to was a cat's purr, but hologram.

Oh, Elffe was so warm. Anathra smiled, the shyness melting away in favor of seeking warmth. He wrapped his arms around him. "You're comfy. Very warm. Very nice."

"Yeah, I've been told! You're like an ice cube, kind of- a cute ice cube, though. It'd be nice to have you visit Nether in the summer, I could cuddle you to get rid of the heat just how you're trying to escape the cold right now," Elffe chuckled.

Was this a dream, or had Elffe just called him cute?

Anathra looked closer at him. He was definitely a good bit flushed in the cheeks. "You're like a walking furnace. A very handsome walking furnace," he said.

Elffe grinned. "Glad to be of service. Also, glad to hear I'm handsome. You know, you're pretty easy on the eyes yourself, Snowflake."

"Hey- pet names are cheating!" Anathra cried, hiding his face in Elffe's side. "...I like it though."

"Hmm... I wonder if there's any other fun ones. It doesn't even have to be snow related, I could just call you something sappy like sweetheart-"

"Hey!"

~

At some point, they'd fallen asleep, Anathra still curled into Elffe, stealing his warmth. The storm had passed in the night, and the sun was shining on the pretty white snow outside.

But inside, the two were still dozing peacefully, simply enjoying the closeness. 

[phanfictioncatalogue]

2025 Era Masterlist

A flower blossoms for its own joy (ao3) - espresso tonic (espressotonic)

Summary: Sprawled out on a blanket underneath the cherry blossom tree in the garden of their forever home seems like the perfect time to contemplate life and all of it’s complicated parts.

A Loving Feeling (ao3) - sinclairrnation

Summary: Dan cherishes mornings at home post-tour

A Shared Melody (ao3) - httphowell

Summary: After a couple glasses of wine, Dan and Phil lounge on the couch in their cozy living room, the late-night silence broken when Phil softly asks, “Play something for me on the piano?” Dan smiles, getting up, and as his fingers gently dance across the keys

An Evening in the Phouse (ao3) - p4stmybedtime

Summary: Phil turned around to dry his hands on a tea towel and saw Dan gently swaying to the music when he got an idea.

"Wanna dance?" He asked and reached a hand out to the other man.

Dan chuckled shyly but took Phil's hand in

his own, “Now who’s the soppy one?” He asked.

“Shuddup, I hate you” Phil mumbled into Dan's neck as he felt Dan's other hand splay out on his back, holding him close as they stepped in time to the slow beat (and occasionally on one another’s toes).

Phil wracked his brain for a place he felt safer than in Dan's arms but came up with nothing.

Calming the beast on a busy schedule (ao3) - dimpledcherries

Summary: Solo Dan stuff <3 This man is beautiful, I wish people wrote more solo work... this was also Inspo from a Tumblr post tehe

curls (ao3) - noxhsw

Summary: Their backs are touching now, spines curling in the opposite direction, a point of contact right in the middle. A Rorschach test, messy ink seeping into a thick paper, two halves of a whole, two sides of a coin. Always connected by an invisible thread; sold together, do not separate.

dog dads (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil have had their corgi for three weeks. They still haven’t told the internet yet.

(A fic about dogs, secrets, and Dan and Phil’s ever-shifting boundaries.)

Forever is a terrifying concept (even about chocolate) (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: "Some hot cocoa would sure hit the spot right now." It's just a line in a video game, but yeah, hot cocoa would be really nice right about now. Unfortunately, Phil can't have chocolate anymore, and it really sucks.

Hanami (ao3) - sleepyslag (galacticneighbor)

Summary: Phil loves spring in their forever home.

Honey (ao3) - p4stmybedtime

Summary: “Morning, bear” Phil murmured softly, before nuzzling his nose into the crook of Dan’s neck, his delicate lashes tickling the sensitive skin there. He shifted back down and rubbed his pink cheek against Dan’s chest, before lying still and exhaling calmly.”

Or: Just some soft morning cuddles. They’re in love.

Ice Cream and a Corgi (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: "I feel better when you're here."

Phil should know by now not to push himself too far and take his health for granted. Most of the time he's pretty good at it, but migraines are unpredictable. In his ideal world none of this would happen in the first place, but if he can't avoid it, a bit of daydreaming with Dan by his side makes it all just a tiny bit more bearable.

i know (you love me for it) (ao3) - blossomsphan

Summary: Phil knows how to help them relax.

I Love You, I’m Sorry (ao3) - httphowell

Summary: While cleaning the house, Phil discovers a shoebox filled with letters he and Dan exchanged during their time apart at the start of their relationship—when Phil was at university and Dan was in Reading. Some are lighthearted, others deeply personal, but one holds a message Dan never had the courage to send.

Just like a fantasy in my garden (Show me your flowers) (ao3) - queerbonafide

Summary: "I will grow old with him."

Dan thinks about flowers in their garden.

Mornings With You (ao3) - httphowell

Summary: Dan sitting on the kitchen counter, legs spread wide as he watches Phil make coffee, a subtle smirk on his lips. Every time Phil’s back is turned, Dan slowly slides his hand up his shirt, teasing him without saying a word.

new beginnings, old fantasies (ao3) - Celeste (artificialmac)

Summary: The phouse still isn’t complete, meaning there are a lot of sweaty, burly men wandering around. That, coupled with Dan’s twitter feed seemingly out to get him, leads to some old fantasies resurfacing.

Or: Dan wants to be thrown around by a bunch of big strong men, and tells Phil about it.

PeggleTwink9 (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: “I’ll peg you,” Dan says in their usual tone of your mum jokes, but then keeps planting kisses along Phil’s collarbone and says more sincerely, “C’mon, Birthday Boy, I wanna peg you.” A fic about mornings and indulgence.

Polaroids (ao3) - PhanTrash365

Summary: During the Christmas break between the New Zealand Terrible Influence Tour Show and UK shows, Dan and Phil are taking a much needed break. One morning, Dan gets a little existential and sentimental. Phil listens and brings him back down.

So let them talk (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Phil wants to watch the process of Dan transforming into Sister Daniel, but having only done it alone off-camera or quickly backstage, Dan’s not quite sure how to go about it without feeling burned out and just done with the whole concept. But with a little bit of time, patience, and letting go of old habits, creating a new persona without the pressure of performing for cameras and lights might just open up new possibilities and bring back the energy he felt that first night in Nashville.

The Death of Day In the Life: Dan and Phil in 2025 (ao3) - gaydreaming

Summary: In 2025, the Day In the Life series has been retired. It took them a while, but Dan and Phil have realized that maintaining boundaries with their audience is an enormous part of maintaining their own peace and health. This is not to imply that Dan and Phil's life in 2025 isn't worth waxing poetic about.

Unbuttoned, Unbothered, Unstoppable (ao3) - httphowell

Summary: After their Terrible Influence Tour show, Dan and Phil return to their hotel room, where Phil, still buzzing with energy, lounges in a half-unbuttoned shirt, golden trousers, and a pair of ridiculous wolf ears. Dan wants to make fun of him, but instead, he finds himself staring, caught off guard by just how good Phil looks like that.

Inspired by that picture... yeah, you know what one I'm talking about (it's included if you don't know, come find out)

Would You? (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: “Imagine if we went into ‘The Hand,’ Phil’s fanfiction about Harry Styles coming out of someone’s stomach.” - Dan Howell in "Dan and Phil are SPLITTING - Split Fiction"

You've got a squeak-ret admirer (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: When Phil's going to make himself breakfast, he finds a cute little Valentine's card on the kitchen counter. And then another, and another, and another...

[kissitbttr]

hello! i read you miss having asks and i don't know if you maybe miss having some requests (in case you aren't taking any you can ignore this and i hope you'll have a good day <3)

but what about some domestic Miguel and spending your first Christmas together? just imagine sitting on the couch in front of the TV, with a blanket covering both of you, watching some way too romantic soap opera, while drinking some hot chocolate and just enjoy the moment <3

(i know this is so early and we are still in November, but I swear, I can already feel the nostalgic feeling of Christmas </3)

xmas with miggy? say no more baby!!

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it is absolutely one of your favorite holiday, ever. the music, the decorations, the presents for your loved ones, the cooking and baking. everything about christmas just screams fairytale,

miguel has never been the one who’s fond of this specific holiday, or any holiday for that matter. he would drown himself in work to avoid any invitations from friends. sad but anything to get away from interacting with strangers.

now ever since you stepped into his life, he can’t help but see how this year’s christmas would be different. having you with him to celebrate together just changes his perspectives. now he has someone to hold and love, this christmas would bring joy into his life.

you and him had been pretty busy with the decorations and stuff. buying a Christmas tree, getting pretty ornaments, looking for presents etc.

“need a hand, baby?” miguel steps into the kitchen, seeing you take out fresh cookies from the oven. you look so… comfy. dressed in his old t-shirt with your hair tied up in a bun—his clothing is basically a dress so there’s no need to be putting on some pants other than underwear—

you nod, looking up at him before setting the cookies on the counter. “can you put those hot chocolates on the table, my love?” you ask with a smile,

his heart soars at the nickname before grabbing the two cups of hot cocoa with tiny pink marshmallows in them. “you pick or i pick the movie?”

you’re quick to raise your hand in a child-like manner, causing him to laugh. “me, duh!” you answer as if it’s the most obvious thing. “we’re tuning in The Mafia Dolls and La Reina Del Sur”

miguel groans at the choice, shaking his head as he put the tray down on the table before grabbing a blanket. “you just want to watch Kate Del Castillo because you have a crush on her” he points out,

shrugging you showcase an expression of no shame. “she’s hot. you know i would leave your ass for her”

miguel jaw drops open, hand over his heart as he watches you stifle a giggle. “i’ve had enough time dealing with men trying to hit on you on a daily basis and now i have to compete with Kate Del Castillo too?!”

“her and Eva Mendes” you nod, arms crossed, smiling to yourself as he rolls his eyes before throwing you a playful glare and sit on the couch. “you’re going to pay for that comment”

you give him a cheeky smile. grabbing two cookies as you stride towards him, his large arm coming to wrap itself around your waist. he gently pulls you down on the couch, letting your head rest against his chest as you feed him a cookie.

“mhmm” he hums in approval. “new recipe?”

“yeah. you like? grandma sent the recipe to me. said that i have to treat my man something nice every once in a while” you giggle to yourself as he put his arm behind you. his lips plants a kiss on top of your head.

“tell her i said thank you” he mumbles as he turns on the tv. “i like this you know?”

a hum rumbles from you as you lay your back comfortably against him, taking another bite of the cookie. “what is?”

then he smiles, eyes landing on you. his fingers move to stroke your soft hair gently, catching that sweet scent of your strawberry mint shampoo that he finds obsessed over.

miguel can’t exactly remember when he had something like this. probably in his childhood? not quite sure. even if it was true, he doubts that it’s actually memorable. he remembers there were a lot of screaming match and broken plates though. maybe that’s why he avoids christmas like a plague. it was never magical.

but you… oh god, you.

you changed it for the better. the decorating christmas tree, wrapping up presents for each other, counting fails at an attempt to create gingerbread house, cooking up delicious traditional food instead of unseasoned dish that he sees people are making. and it might not be a big christmas party like in movies or how his co-workers do it, but that’s okay really. that’s just how he prefers it.

you, him and christmas.

“being with you” he responds, not minding the chatters coming from the tv. “estoy agradecido por ti, princesa”

“so, so grateful” he mumbles, pressing another quick kiss on your temple.

his words cause your gaze to soften. you slowly turn your head to look up to him from the tv, who’s eyes glued into the screen. your heart warms at the sight of miguel being comfortable with you, a small smile attached to his face.

leaning forward, you give him a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. he sighs out of contentment at the gesture, hand around your waist tighten.

“i’m grateful for you too.”

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aaa this feels like it’s rushed but i hope u like it anon! I’m sorry it took too long:(

[half-dead-writer]

hello!!! I’m a requester from a bit ago!!! could I perhaps request a fic of Ramona Flowers x Chubby Reader staying warm from a snowstorm by cuddling in bed, drinking hot cocoa and giving each other lots of kisses?? If not, totally ok!!! Hope you have a good day/night :)

I changed it just a bit, but other than that, enjoy! and thank you for requesting again! :3

Ramona with a chubby S/O during a snowstorm

character: Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off) words: 674 reader: gender neutral warnings: no beta

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

The doors to your apartment opened, letting the harsh wind enter your humble abode. Ramona had just came back from her work, her cheeks almost matched the current color on her hair.

"Gee, you're alright?" You approached, gently brushing off the leftover snow on her clothes.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." She took of her goggles, finally having a free moment to compose herself. "It's wasn't that bad, I took the shortcut."

"Good." You said, helping her after she undressed from her jacket, putting the goggles in a safe space. "Do you want some hot coco?"

"Oh, yeah, please." She smiled warmly, making a beeline to sit on the couch.

"I was dreaming of something hot to drink in the middle of this snowstorm." She flopped fully onto the cushions, turning herself into a burrito with the blanket stolen off the couch. "So glad I'm not there anymore," she sighed tiredly.

After preparing the kettle, you returned to the sight of Rammy-cocoon, which warmed your heart. You sat next to her, wrapping your arms around her body wrapped like a Christmas present.

"Are you still too cold?" You inquired, examining her now only slightly red tinted cheeks.

"Just a bit," she explained, "but it's fine, don't worry." She reassured you with a smile. She appreciated your worries.

Gently, your hands reached to cup her cheeks. They made a cold contrast against your warm palms. Ramona's eyes focused on your face, which slowly melted into a a caring smile. A delicate kiss was placed on her forehead. She was confused but didn't complain, her expression glowing. Simple displays of affection like that, in the quiet corners of your house were the best moments of her life. Not being met with any negative reactions, you playfully started peppering her whole face in kisses. A chuckle left her lips as soon as you started.

"...The water is done," she pointed out, curving her lips into amused a smile. The kettle stopped making sounds about a minute ago, but you were too busy cherishing your girlfriend.

"I know, I know," you said, slowly untangling yourself from her. She didn't have to wait long for your return, carrying two cups of hot beverage in your hands. She took out one hand out of her cocoon to carefully grab the mug from you. Sitting next to her, you blew on the hot coco. It was still too hot to consume. You decided to leave it on the table for now. Ramona seemed to come to the same conclusion, repeating your actions, just to end up being defeated by the steaming liquid.

Trying to occupy yourself with something until it cools off, you grabbed the tv remote, putting something as a background noise. Ramona watched you switch the channels, finally landing on something that entertained you both. Seeing you done with your task, Ramona lifted the blanket, inviting you to come closer. Granted this opportunity, you didn't hesitate, quickly scooting over to her. She placed her legs on top of your lap, covering you both with a blanket while clinging to your side. She wasn't cold anymore, your bodies created a nice, cozy ball of warmth. Draping her arm over you, she leaned on your shoulder. Being her personal pillow was one of your most appreciated qualities.

Even though your sight was focused on the tv, your mind was occupied with appreciating the current moment. You waited for this ever since she left the house.

Feeling the soft lips on your cheeks caught you by surprise, shifting your stare onto Ramona. She had a lovely, relaxed smirk on her face, looking at you with affection. You reciprocated the soft look, showing her a warm smile in return.

"What was that for...?" You asked playfully, probably knowing the answer.

"...Just returning the affection," she prefaced with a tinge of cheekiness seeping into her tone. Your unfinished response was muffled by her mouth softly crashing into yours, enveloping you in a sweet kiss. It didn't last long, but you appreciated every second of it.

[2frosty4you]

Hello!! I'm the one who requested the reader getting hurt in battle haha, hope you don't mind me requesting again! Don't worry I won't be doing this too much lol. This one's probably a bit weird, so I completely understand if you don't wanna do it! I wanted to know if I could request the mercs comforting a teen reader who just got out of an unhealthy relationship? I just got out of a toxic relationship and it'll really make me feel better :,) Please and thank you!!

Mercs comforting teen reader after toxic relationship [Platonic]

| All mercs x GN!Reader Platonic | 749 words | Masterlist | Ask/Request |

Hi again anon! Hopefully you're feeling better now, it sucks horribly you had to go through that kind of relationship but at least you are out of it now <3

TW: Violence, blood n murder; the usual for ghosty's tf2 stuff

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Scout

Big brother scout here is to kick ass for his younger sibling 💪💪💪

But honestly he doesn't know what do to, he offers to beat your ex's head in

Look its the scout way of showing his love, he's trying

Asks spy what to do, he doesn't help so he then goes to engie

He gives you some of his food, that being fried chicken of course

Soldier

"NO ONE HURTS A CADET UNDER THE WATCHFUL EYE OF AN AMERICAN SOLDIER"

He bellows down the hall when he sees you crying, look he cares about you. He just inst that bright

Already knows where your ex lives because he kept a close eye on them, more like stalked him but he's just being a good American dad

Beheads your ex and places it on a spike to use as target practice

Throughout the day he brings raccoons into your room, offers you guns and his American blankets

Pyro

>:(

Covers you in all their plushies and blankets, leaving you covered in soft pink balloonicorns and fluffy blankets

They roast marshmallows for you, and gets engineer to help make hot cocoa

They'll creep out of the base and hunt down your ex for hurting you.

Heavy

Russian man rise up 💪

He cooks you a nice traditional Russian soup

Keeps you on the couch and brings all the food to you, keeps scout far from you in this state

Will read some Russian fairy-tales or novels to you, with the lights dim and you covered in blankets

Gives you a giant bear hug

If he comes across your ex he will knock them out and give their body to medic

Engineer

Texan Father mode activated

The moment he finds you crying he is instantly ushering you to his workshop and offering to cook anything you wish.

He'll let you vent to him, but if you need silence he'll just work on his mechanics while in the room with you.

You are his child, no ifs or buts

and no one hurts his kid

but he'd get spy to give him your ex's address

then would absolutely strip your ex's car for bits and pieces, taking the wheels, engine, battery, steering wheel you name it

He'd bring soldier with him for optimal damage

Demoman

Drunk off his head (as usual)

Offers you his scrumpy

look he doesn't know what to do, like scout but he's trying to show you he cares

If you refuse the scrumpy he'd offer you to sit with him and just be in each others presence.

May or may not rig your ex's house with explosives

Medic

Where do they live, whats their phone number, whats their email, whats their blood type who do they live with and are they healthy?

You tell him any of that and he's instantly found your ex, kidnapped them, and while they're alive he takes all their organs and makes it as painful as possible

When you come for medic for some comfort he'll coo, patting your back while offering you a nice warm drink. draping his (CLEAN) lab coat over your back and letting you stay on his chair.

He's not good with comforting, but will let you vent to him and just stay within the med bay

Probably asks heavy to comfort you after a while

Sniper

Scraggly old man

Like most of the other mercs he has no clue how to comfort you during this time

I mean he lives out in his van and rather live in the bush than in a house

He'd take you out into the bush to get away from society, and keeps watch in-case you are anxious about your ex finding you

if you ex was extremely abusive sniper would kill them with no remorse, but ensure the bullet hits them where it would make their death slow and painful.

Spy

Spy comforting? lol no, sorry

He would pat your shoulder awkwardly

When you leave he's already tracked your ex down (not hard since he'd been keeping tabs on them ever since you two got together)

Blackmails your ex into the ground, forces them to make a video apology, give up their belongings and more. He sends the video and all his collected photos and videos of their abuse to your ex's family.

By family i mean everyone who is merely connected with them

Would throw his card at you, telling you nothing as he lets you go crazy with his money

He thinks retail therapy would help

If you thank him for anything he'd wave you off, saying "he deserved it" and lighting another cigarette.

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[silenceofthecookies]

Top shelf - Rocinante x reader (GN)

Genderneutral reader Warnings: none Word count: 713

More and more clouds were rolling in, blocking out the bright rays of the sun. Judging by the color, it would rain soon. With a sigh, you walked to your closet and grabbed one of your sweaters. It seemed summer was officially over, and fall was coming. The thought saddened you a little. For 3 months, you had enjoyed the rays of sunshine on your skin, sitting in front of the fan, having an excuse every single day to go swim... but now, that was all over.  

Not wanting to ruin your mood, you started thinking about everything good about fall. The beautiful colors of the falling leaves. A nice hot beverage to warm you up from the inside. Soft blankets to sit under. Nobody forcing you to go outside because ‘it’s such nice weather’. And how could you forget? Sitting side by side with your lover, his coat wrapped around both of you.  

There was something safe about sitting together with Rocinante like that. You were never sure if it was his height, the warmth of his body and his coat, or the way he’d always casually sneak his arm around you to hold you close.  

A cold wind coming through the open window snapped you out of your thoughts. You closed the window and left your room, hoping to find the person who had been occupying your thoughts for the past few minutes. You found him pretty easily, standing outside to smoke. You smiled and opened the door, peeking only your head out, wanting to stay in the warmth of your home.  

“Cora, I’m a little cold so I’m gonna make hot cocoa. Do you want some?” It was as much a question as it was a subtle hint. ‘I’m cold, so come snuggle me’.   Rocinante only nodded in response, still pretending to be mute in case someone overheard. 

Satisfied with the answer, you walked towards the kitchen, ready to make some hot cocoa. First you opened the fridge, noticing the milk was on the top shelf. You grabbed the little stool you had in the kitchen, just for occasions like these. The house was made for Rocinante’s size after all, and you were smaller. Once you got the milk, you went to grab two big mugs. Noticing the bottom shelf of the cupboard was empty, you groaned. You looked at your trusty stool, but realized that you’d have to get something bigger to reach the mugs. The chairs at the dining table would do.  

As you were pulling the chair to the cupboard, Rocinante entered. He smiled as you struggled with the size of his house. From the moment you had moved in with him, it had been an obstacle. But no matter how often he had offered to grab things for you, you’d always insisted on doing it yourself, climbing onto everything in the kitchen to get what you wanted.  

“Babe.”  

You were standing on the counter, your back facing him, holding on to the shelf you were looking into. Rocinante recognized the tone in your voice, and already was struggling to suppress his laughter. You slowly turned to face him, holding the bag of cocoa powder in one hand, while holding on to the shelf with the other.  

“Can you stop putting everything on the top shelf?!”  

Rocinante couldn’t hold it in anymore, laughing loudly at your outburst. He had been putting everything on the top shelves on purpose as a way of teasing you. For weeks now, he had been waiting for you to notice. And your reaction was worth it. Seeing you standing on the counter, a little frown on your face, holding on to the bag of cocoa powder. You looked so small. And so done with his shit.  

Noticing your struggle to safely climb off the counter, Rocinante walked towards you and picked you up, pulling you into a hug.  

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s just that you look cute climbing on everything like that.”   “I am not cute!”   “If you say so. Now, let’s make that hot cocoa, you went through so much effort to grab everything, after all.” Rocinante couldn’t stifle his laughter anymore at the end of the sentence, laughing loudly while still holding you against his chest.  “Oh fuck you, Roci”  

[people-can-be-tamed]

(to both simeons) hiiii!! gives you a blanket, soft chocolate chip cookies, a cup of hot cocoa, and a Nintendo Switch with your favorite games your deserve it :3

"Ah! Do I really...? I don't want to sound ungrateful, but... this is so nice, and..."

"I'm not sure how I'll ever repay you!"

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"...What's the meaning of all this? No one really does these kinds of things without some motive."

[mycandylovefanatics]

Lysander headcanons with a pregnant Candy and later on with their kids? Don’t know, just live the idea of having a family with my man 😭💖

Lysander with pregnant Candy

Lysander is such a caring and considerate father-to-be. He’s always putting your needs before his, and is constantly wondering what he can do to make things easier on you and your body. 

I feel like in the first 0-3 months, he wouldn’t mind you working on the farm with him, in fact he would encourage it because the exercise is good for you and in turn good for baby! But when you finally start getting a bump, he really doesn’t want you straining yourself. It’s not that he wants to control you, but farm work is a lot! Lots of lifting, pulling, pushing. It could be too much for you so he only lets you take care of the easy stuff, like picking the apples, feeding the animals, etc.

Honestly it’s a bit worrisome for you because you wonder if he’s getting enough sleep, if he’s working too hard. He lets you sleep in as long as you need to because for some reason I feel like his kid would cause you a lottt of fatigue during your pregnancy. He shoulders a lot of the work himself, which is really nothing because he was doing it himself before you moved in.

Always there for you during your mood swings, and knows exactly what you need to feel better. “Do you want me to bring you your favorite blanket? And I can make you some hot cocoa.. Do you want your mug with the kittens or the one with the bunny?” I feel like most husbands would be exasperated after a while but the man’s patience is endless. And he’s also eternally grateful to you for willingly carrying his children, so in his eyes being patient is the least he can do.

With his kids

When his kid is born, he’s obviously there the entire time for the delivery. I feel like he would probably hire people to work on the farm for him while he’s gone because he doesn’t want to miss a single moment during labor and delivery. He would also probably hire someone to help him out a few times during the week so that way he’s able to give you and his newborn his full attention as much as he can. 

Holding his kid for the first time is the happiest he’s ever been next to marrying you. He already knew he was in love with his baby but physically seeing them, holding them, kissing their sweet little baby cheeks, it’s something he never could have imagined. I think he would be in absolute awe, and he would also be thanking you as well. He’d brush your hair out of your face, wipe the sweat off if need be and kiss you sweetly on the lips, “Thank you, my love. This is the greatest gift you’ve given me, she’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

And yes, I say she because I 1000% headcanon Lysander to be a girl dad, I think most of the fandom does. He’s so soft with her too. Not that he was ever an aggressive man but god the way that he’s so gentle with her. If the baby isn’t with you, you can find her cradled in her father’s arms, him whispering to her how much he adores her, probably even softly singing to her. He’s huge on skin to skin contact so he’s always shirtless nowadays lol. 

When the baby is a bit older, whenever she’s old enough to start actually comprehending the world around her he’s constantly teaching her new things. Words, numbers, animals, and he speaks to her as if she’s a full grown adult sometimes. It’s so funny.

I feel like Lysander would absolutely get matching clothing with his kid. You bet your behind they’ve got a matching color palette. He’s wearing a green cravat, she’s wearing green hair bows. That sorta thing. He also has immaculate fashion sense for his child, so unless you want your kid ruining all of their nice clothes do not let him dress the kid. “Lysander we’re going to the park, why is she wearing the 200 dollar dress my aunt bought for her??” I mean really… have you SEEN the way he dresses? Idk why we expected anything less. Leave it to him and she’s leaving the house dressed to the 9’s every time. He thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

Is probably what you would call a ‘gentle parent’. He never, EVER raises his voice at her, and even when he’s frustrated he’s really good at keeping his cool and handling whatever outbursts she decides to have that day. He’s soft, but if she’s being bad he’s very stern with her and is surprisingly good at holding his foot down even though she’s got him wrapped around his finger. 

Is definitely a good parent in all stages of his kid’s life. Toddler, child, preteen, etc. Not that your kid doesn’t trust you but if she’s in trouble or needs something she’s ABSOLUTELY going to call her dad first. It’s like he’s waiting by the phone just in case she calls because he always answers on the first ring no matter what. 

Something i headcanon about him as a parent is that he is neverrrr going to make you look like the bad parent, ever. If you make a decision, he’ll stand by you. If he disagrees with it he’s going to wait to talk to you in private, and THEN talk to your kid with you as a team. He’s very much an ‘on your side’ husband and i love that. 

[pinky-in-blankets]

hihi !! how about clover, blossom and angel for the self ship asks!! any f/o you have in your mind or wanna answer for :3

Ask game

《 hai hai!! Rolled the wheel of names and got The Baron, Whisper, & Jax ☆ 》

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♣️ Clover - How would your f/o celebrate your birthday? How would you celebrate theirs?

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"Since this year's birthday is going to be busy for our Young lady, I believe a nice cozy reception will do her some good when she returns. I plan on making her space as comfortable as possible.

A warm blanket, a hot cup of cocoa, one of her favorite films, one of those plush's she likes, and undivided attention will be a satisfactory gift.

I just hope that I'm able to get everything prepared before her return."

~ Baron

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🌸 Blossom - Who fell in love first? How long did it take for each of you to realise your feelings?

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" I think I was the one to fall in love first.. At first, I was taken by her unique ideya color. I've never seen a purple Ideya before, and I was so curious that I had to learn more. That's when she opened up a whole new world to me.

The more I got to know her, the more I felt the funny feeling tingle inside my chest. I couldn't possibly know what those feelings were till it hit me like a truck.

Love. I had fallen in love with a visitor. And not just any visitor - but the most ferocious and passionate visitor I've ever seen.

And I might even dare to think she likes me too."

~ Whisper

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🪽 Angel - How nice is your f/o to others? Are they different around you or act just the same?

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"Ha! You'd actually think I'd even CONSIDER being nice to those Weirdos? Fat chance! Not like it'll make any difference about the situation.

Although.. I don't mind it if it's Cottontail. She's probably the only one I try to ease up on the teasing or flat out.. Don't tease her. Much.

She's.. soft. Y'know? Kind.. gentle.. smells nice..

A- I mean, she won't even stick up for herself! and even treats everyone with a smile despite what they do! Makes me kinda irritated just thinking about it.

So, needless to say, she needs someone like me around to help her be more assertive! Yeah. There's totally no other reason why im nice and look out for her. What?

Who said that.

You're crazy

....

get lost."

~ Jax

[quotedfictions]

The Red Fairy's Love

Synopsis: Erza comes home after a long day at the guild, having to babysit Gray and Natsu for hours, and wishes to have a nice dinner with her loving girlfriend. However, Y/n seems a little more sleepy than usual when Erza gets home.

Themes: Fluff, Soft Erza, LGBTQ, Lesbianism, rest, comfort

Warnings: None

Word Count: 499

Note: This is my first time attempting to write the reader in a Lesbian relationship, but I had a personal request from someone I care about and decided I would try my best for them <3

Edit: Forgot word count, capitalization

It had been a long day for Erza; there weren't any high-paying quests on the board today, so she spent most of the day in the guild babysitting Gray and Natsu; she hadn't even had a chance to Requip into something comfortable upon leaving the guild. She missed her girlfriend. Y/n L/n, a beautiful girl with long h/c hair, smooth skin, and E/c eyes that you could get lost in as they lit up in excitement from whatever she was talking about. Y/n wasn't a wizard, but she was brilliant; she helped many local businesses with finance and accounting.

Erza loved her very much, and the best thing about going home to her was whether it had been a few hours or months. There was always a happy beaming Y/n with a fresh plate of warm food and cuddles waiting for her when she returned. Today was the same, aside from Y/n looking more tired than usual. When Erza entered the shared home, she was not greeted with a hyper hug and gentle kiss to the cheek; she was greeted with a delicate wrist pull into a sleepy hug, fresh food on the table, and no book, just papers strewn about.

"y/n, are you alright?" Erza did tend to drop the tough girl side of her around y/n, and seeing how tired her significant other was caused her some concern; using her observation skills, she also noticed the coffee cup on the table and the significantly more empty bag of coffee grounds in the open cabinet. "Y/n, you need a break from whatever is making you like this; this can't be good for you," The other girl whined, knowing she needed to get it done and not wanting to stop. "But that" Tati- she never used that nickname unless she wanted something out of erza.

Erza huffed, gently picking up y/n and placing her on their shared bed. "You need a break. Sit here, and I'll clean up. Get some rest, N/n," The female huffed, watching erza walk off and begin to clean and organize the papers; she ate her portion of the food and got a warm blanket with some hot cocoa for them. Finally getting a chance to stop, erza requires more comfortable clothes, a loose t-shirt, and some shorts before returning to her girlfriend.

"erza, you don't have to worry about me," Y/n sighed in defeat as the red-haired female snuggled beside her on the bed and gave her the hot chocolate. "Y/n, all you do is care and worry for me; let me do the same for you; what kind of woman would I be to you if I didn't?" Y/n sighs and snuggles into her lover's side, resigning to the female's words, knowing she has a valid point.

Two women cuddled through the night, enjoying many cups of hot chocolate, tea, and other soothing drinks, and as they relaxed, they soon fell asleep in each other's arms, resting their eyes for the evening.

End.

[rossellini-tyrell]

Nothing’s Gonna Change My World

Ch. 4 - But Listen to the Color of Your Dream (it is not living)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Word Count: 4,414

Warnings: Reader is still traumatized from the events of chapter 1, very brief conversation about sanitary products.

Pairing: Pavitr x F!Reader also found on AO3 and Wattpad. ---------- "What are you doing all the way over there, (You)? You're freezing," remarks Pavitr. His voice is laced with concern, but the lilt is unmistakably fond. He's not wrong. You're currently wedged against the arm of his couch where you're midway through a series, curled up into it as snugly as possible in hopes of retaining some semblance of body heat. It's not working, he can see the gooseflesh raised on your skin from where he sits, the minute shivers your body makes on the exhales. Pavitr's implication isn't lost on you, the offer is very tempting. The thought of pressing against him when he's got that cozy-looking waffle-weave henley on that shows off everything and screams hug me is enough to make your toes curl in your fuzzy socks. Your brain just can't get past the discomfort of possibly imposing yourself on him. Not to mention that in the past, cuddling would eventually become nothing more than a vehicle for wandering hands, unspoken asks that wore a hole in your patience until you knew when the question would arrive without fail. "I'm respecting your personal bubble," you play it off. Pavitr snorts in disbelief. "Personal bubble- that's adorable. I don't have one. C'mere," he orders. The crook of an elegant finger beckons you closer, the quirk of his lips inviting, enticing, tugging on your psyche and leaving the sweet ache of a void unfilled. "Really, you don't need to for my sake," you try to give him an out. He sees it and ducks out of it. "Oh my god, you're so cute," Pavitr gushes. "I want to, and you've been making eyes at me this entire time," he reaches to grab both hands now. "Come here and let me hold you, sweet girl," he croons, and then he's reeling you in. You follow willingly, half-crawling across the couch. When you're close enough, he pulls you across his legs by the waist, the sudden contact eliciting a surprised yip from you. You're plopped into his lap, and then strong arms envelop you, draw you firmly against a warm chest. The initial contact makes you freeze, the frisson hitting like a lightning bolt as it rolls through you in waves. Being held, being wanted feels so new, so delicious, you don't know what to do with your body but hold stock still. It feels like the first hit of a dangerous drug, simultaneously ecstatic and frightening. Your heart beats in double time, your gooseflesh spreads across your arms. "Take a breath, dove, you're okay," Pavitr soothes, one flat hand rubbing firm circles against your tense upper back. "That's it, lean into me. I've got you." The rhythmic pressure is grounding, the breath you're holding escapes with a huff as you start to liquefy, feeling wonderfully contained in his embrace. The frisson is still there, the cuddle he's giving you feels fucking amazing, but the heat from his body is now seeping into your bones, driving out the cold and allowing your rigid muscles to sag. The soft knit of Pavitr's shirt presses into your cheek, you inhale deeply and catch the clean scent of the laundry soap he uses, layered with an almost vanilla-like scent that's his and his alone, rich, sweet and comforting.  It reminds you of the chilly nights of your childhood where you'd sip hot cocoa to ward the frost away. "There's my girl," he purrs, the words dripping into your ears like honey. The grin on his face could only be described as dopey, punch-drunk on raw affection. "Mmm, this is nice," you hum happily. "Could have had it a lot sooner, 'yanno. I've been told I'm quite the cuddle bug," Pavitr says, the rumble of his chest thrumming against you as he talks. "Are you telling me you turned down your heat, hid the blankets, and dressed in your softest clothes on purpose?" you accuse. "The allegations against me are baseless and without merit. I will prevail." he murmurs humorously, resting his chin atop your head. You can feel the contented hums he emits as he continues to stroke your back. "Is this the part where you put your hand down my shirt?" you ask, half-joking. Pavitr suddenly pauses, his posture suddenly becoming more rigid. "Why would I do- goddammit, don't tell me there are men out there turning everything into a proposition?" he whines. "I can't remember the last time I got to cuddle just to...cuddle," you admit. Pavitr's hold around you tightens protectively, you can almost feel his heart sinking in his ribcage. You hear him sigh, feel his lips against your forehead. "What fucking bell-ends. Why are men like this?" he complains, his lips moving against your skin. "You tell me, I'm just along for the ride," you reply. "I hate that this happened to you," Pavitr mutters into your hair, you can almost see the steam leaving his ears from his anger on your behalf. "I would never use basic affection as a transactional tool like that, I want you let yourself be cared for without worrying that I'm expecting something else in exchange. You should feel safe with your bo- people that you care about," he quickly corrects, not wanting to drop the B-word on you before you're ready. "I feel safe with you," you tell him. You do, the pressure of his hold is perfect, it makes you feel like someone has redrawn your ink outlines and colored you in. The repetition of his hand sliding up and down your back is calming, you feel boneless against him, yet completely supported. You know he'd never ask anything of you that you weren't wanting to give, and you know he'd shield you from a world that wanted only to take. "Thank you, darling. I'm glad I can give you that," he expresses. Pavitr rewards you with a slow, deep, open-mouthed kiss, affection pouring from his lips and traveling down your spine. He then shifts to lay against the other arm of the couch, pulling you into the crook of his arm. "I'd love to keep watching the show like this, but you can sleep if you're tired. I'll be right here," he offers. "Wouldn't mind taking you up on that," you mumble into his chest. He's comfy and he makes both a great blanket, and a pillow. "I hope you do," Pavitr breathes. His hand continues its steady path along your spine until you both sink into gentle slumber, safe and warm. ---- He meets you at the door when you stop by as promised, unlocking the front door with a plastic bag in hand from his own errands. "Oh, perfect timing!" chirps Pavitr, stepping aside to let you in first. "Looks like you've been shopping! Is there anything I can help with?" you ask. Pavitr sets the bag and his keys on the counter, wheels around to smack a kiss onto your lips. "That was it, but I would also appreciate if you could put away the stuff I bought. It's not much," he says, then busies himself with tidying up. You start sorting your way through the bag, finding homes for the various produce items, snacks, and condiments he'd picked up. It's been a few weeks and you're fairly familiar with his apartment's layout at this point, knowing where he keeps what. It's the last item he has in the bag that gives you pause, a decently large box with a design you recognize immediately. "Hey, Pav," you call out. "What are you doing with...these?" Pavitr stops what he's doing, looks at the object you're referencing. It's a box of pads, specifically, the same brand and style you use. "Oh, they're for if you ever need them when you're here," he answers nonchalantly, as if you'd just asked him for the time of day. "How'd you know what to buy?" you ask, surprised. "I'm Spider-Man. I'm observant," he replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Your heart swells at the thoughtfulness. It's Pavtir's unspoken way of saying I want you to be here, the way he noticed the little details and acted on them. In the few weeks you've known him, you've come a long way in feeling comfortable around him, his patience was unfailing and his attentiveness to you made your heart melt over and over again. "Thank you, Pavitr, that's...really nice of you. You didn't have to do that," you thank him. "Of course I did, they're just pads, not that hard to keep them around," he explains. He makes grabby hands towards you, his signal that he's craving snuggles. "You're insatiable," you sigh, making your way over to the couch. You let Pavitr pull you down on top of him, tangling your legs together lazily. Being held by him feels like taking your bra off at the end of the day, he makes you feel like there's nothing else in the world but you and him. You share a series of sticky-sweet kisses, in no hurry to take them anywhere else but here. Your lips meld with his, tongues occasionally meeting between them in little darts and swipes. There's no overtones in these kisses, simply two people lazily reconnecting with each other, basking in each other's warmth. Eventually, he comes up for air, nuzzles a chestnut-toned nose against your cheek and starts tracing mindless patterns along your back with one finger. "How was work today?" you inquire. Pavitr hums contentedly, drops a kiss to the top of your head. "Pretty good, we're developing the marketing department and brought on a couple new employees, they seem great. How did therapy go today?" he turns the question around. "It was...a thing," you reply, deflating a bit. Pavitr picks up on this immediately. "Tough session today?" he gently probes, sits up a bit to get a better look at you and tucks you closer into him. With Pavitr's help, you had recently started seeing a therapist to process everything that's been happening in the last few weeks. Since then, he'd given you a standing invite to come over afterwards to decompress, knowing from personal experience that the hard work of recovery could be heavy in its own way. Whether it was some TLC or a friendly ear, he was happy to give it if it could help you stand going every week. "She's nice and all but I hate remembering," you grumble into his chest. "And then I get nightmares again and I feel cranky at work." "My offer still stands, 'yanno. I'm glad to stay with you if it helps you sleep better," he reiterates. They aren't coming as often now, but now and then Pavitr hears you calling out for him in your sleep, the throes of a horrid dream trapping you there. He'd sneak upstairs each time, tap on your window to wake you up, and stay with you as long as you needed. Some nights he'd put on a sitcom until you passed out against him, others he'd sit on your bed with you, hashing out what you'd seen until you felt ready to sleep again. He did notice that his presence seemed to keep the nightmares at bay, as if they wouldn't dare try to mess with Spider-Man's girl with him right there. So he'd proposed you staying near him after a hard day, letting him guard your rest. Naturally, you being you, you'd waffle on the issue, worried about imposing on him. "Maybe..." you chew on the thought aloud. "Palace had a drop last week and I got a new hoodie and trackpants delivered today. They're really soft, could I interest you in that?" he bribes, letting his breath tickle the shell of your ear. Pavitr knows your weakness is him dressing in cozy clothes, and nothing's comfier than a brand new sweater. It's guaranteed you'll curl right up to him, tell him how huggable he looks. "No fair!" you whine, knowing he's figured you out. "Fine, I'll crash here, but I get to pick what we watch." Pavitr does a little happy dance in his mind. "Of course, sweet girl, anything for you," he affirms, rewarding you with a press of lips to your temple. You lay there in blissful silence for a while, feeling deliciously contained in the way Pavitr holds you to him, still mapping random pathways on either side of your spine. His wavy fringe tickles your cheek, tossed about on the soft puffs of his breath. You're blanketed in the goldenrod hue of the late afternoon sun, strong and comforting. "We talked about my friends today, Pav," you blurt out, suddenly. "Oh?" he acknowledges, turning you in his hold to face him, moving to strum his thumb along the crest of your cheekbone instead. "More specifically, we talked about the lack of my friends, now that most of them don't want to be around me anymore after I, allegedly, 'made a big deal out of nothing'," you cap off your statement in air quotes. Pavitr doesn't respond immediately, lets the disclosure percolate throughout the room. "I'm really proud of you, (You), for getting to the place where you can recognize the absolute bullshit that assertion is. Hell, I'm proud of you for opening up about any of this, period. Thank you for telling me," he praises you. "Thank you, but the problem remains that I don't really have many friends left to turn to," you explain, leaning into his hand on your cheek. "Don't get me wrong, you've been nothing short of life-changing and you've been so good to me, but, but-" "You're feeling isolated because you don't think anyone else will get it, yeah?" Pavitr finishes your thought. "...Something to that effect, yes," you confirm with a huff. "I just wish I could have some better friends, but I'm so exhausted and I don't know what I can do about that." Pavitr hums thoughtfully, an idea taking shape in his mind like a sourdough starter might rise. He plants a kiss to the end of your nose, keeps your face close enough to share breath, with a conspiratorial grin on his mouth. "Some better friends...I think that can be arranged, dove." ---- You meet them at a rock show on the weekend. Pavitr somehow snagged two tickets to the sold-out venue, but doesn't tell you how he'd managed to pull that off. You adored this band, and normally you'd love the crush of the crowd, but you weren't quite sure you could stomach the idea of a packed venue, a swirling mosh pit around you with no escape. Which is why Pavitr invited his three friends, who he assured were veterans of the pit and would never let any harm come to you. Miles and Gwen are a happy pair, their dynamic bright and full of energy. You almost feel like you're intruding when they exchange simple affections, Gwen resting a hand against Miles's chest, and Miles sneaking in a smooch in turn. Hobie's a bit different, there's an otherwordly aura or haze about him that makes him look hazy around the edges, as he's been cut from another cloth, pasted in with rubber cement. He's glad to see Pavitr, scraps with him, digs his knuckles against his head as Pavitr gleefully calls him "my guy", it's touching to see him so carefree, in his element. Pavitr himself has undergone metamorphosis for this show, he's put his piercings in, a black-plated hoop in each lobe, and he's topped it off with a well-loved leather racing jacket. He goes even further than that, a smidgen of navy-blue kajal around his waterlines completes the full emo look. He's in lady-killer mode, but it's obvious to everyone around him that he's only got eyes for one. "This 'er?" Hobie asks as you head into the venue, gesturing to you. "It's her! This is (You)!" Pavitr confirms, excitedly showing you off like a winning lottery ticket. "Oh my god, hi! Pav talks so much about you! I'm Gwen, it's so nice to finally meet you in person!" Gwen gushes, immediately folding you into a friendly hug. You can almost see the tips of Pavitr's ears go bright red from over her shoulder, eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "I'm Miles, nice to meet you." "Name's Hobie- Hobie Brown." they introduce in turn. Miles is a little awkward, but Hobie exudes calm energy under the vibrant exterior. All four of your companions, however, have the same tired glimmer in their eyes, posture that suggests the presence of some invisible weight, yet, you can tell all four of them are physically powerful. "Wow, I...didn't realize you guys knew who I was," you tell them, surprised at the familiarity. "How could we not? Pav here hasn't been able to participate in literally any other topic of conversation since he met you, I feel like I've known you for years at this point," Miles exudes, much to the dismay of both Pavitr and Gwen. You can feel your cheeks start to heat up. "Stop hecklin' 'em," Hobie barks at the group. "Get your arses to the rail so we can actually see the bloody band," he pivots on his boot heel to turn to you. "Sorry for busting your balls, love, we've been doing it to each other so long we're quite used to it now, you really are just as lovely as my mate Pav said you'd be," he gently explains, leading you towards the stage where Pavitr is waiting with the rest. "He really does talk about me that much?" you inquire, flustered. "Only good things, mind you," Hobie affirms. "Seems he's taken quite a shine to you, can't blame the bloke for wanting to shout it off the rooftops after the shit go he's had with the birds," "That...makes it a little better, I guess. Thank you," you acknowledge, wondering what it is he's referencing. Pavitr finds you over the din of the crowd, pulls you to where he's standing by Miles against the rail. He folds you close against him, refusing to allow the sea of people to separate you for even a minute. "Nervous?" he probes. You shake your head in denial. "Excited is the better word," you tell him. "I don't think I told you that it should be illegal to look that good with blue guyliner." Pavitr sniffs a laugh, leans in close enough where his lips brush the shell of your ear. "Better dial the police, and my lawyer, I'll let you drag me to jail yourself if it means you look at me like that, darling," he rasps, blooms a kiss on the sensitive juncture of your cheek and jaw. His voice oozes ego and it roots you to the spot. You notice Gwen has seen the entire exchange, her cheeks pinking up from having witnessed something so intimate in a public place. The lights dim, the band takes the stage, the music swells and the crowd starts to ripple as the lead singer takes the mic. "LET'S GET READY TO RUMMMMMBLLLLLEEEEEEEE!" That's their cue. All hell breaks loose in the crowd, bodies checking, smashing, jumping as far as the eye can see, pent up frustration and anger purged in mass catharsis. You let the energy take you, let it move your body every which way, the electric hum washing over you. Pavitr is right there with you, so are Hobie, Miles, Gwen, similarly lost in the music but never more than a reach away. You can feel that they are looking out for you, for each other, even if it's imperceptible to the untrained eye. The mosh pit opens up behind you, a throng of bodies whirling, headbanging with their whole selves. Normally, you tried to stay out of their way at shows, not interested in getting clocked by some jackass windmilling his arms. Gwen shoots Miles and Pavitr a look, and that look says let's fucking go. "We're gonna hop in the pit, do you want to try?" invites Miles, voice booming over the screams of the crowd. "We won't let you get hurt! I'll punch anyone that tries it!" Gwen adds. For a moment, you hesitate. The people in the pit are moving really fast, and look strong, like they'd bowl you over with the effort required to wipe your nose. You turn to look at Pavitr, whose arm never left your side this entire time, and his face says something to the effect of No, really, I'd kick their fucking ribs in. You don't doubt he would for a second, but there's something about Miles, Hobie, Gwen that seems different, almost the way Pavitr has that aura of different that you've never seen in anyone else. You can't quite put your finger on it, but you know instinctively that they're not writing checks they can't cash. "Fuck it, we'll do it live," you proclaim. The band leads into their second song, and Pavitr breaks you both into the pit, a wall of circling bodies forming a whirlpool in the midst of the throng of people. You let them carry you along, cycling about under the power of the song's rapid tempo. Pavitr's holding your hand steadfastly, keeping one eye fixated on you lest you get swept away by the tide. The pit is exhilarating in a way you didn't expect, the release of energy exquisitely satisfying - until a crowdkiller body-checks you against the wall of the pit. You rebound off them, losing grasp on Pavitr's hand. You brace for impact with the ground, an impact that never comes, as a pair of strong, so strong arms grabs your shoulders and deftly guides you back on your feet. You uncover your eyes, expecting to find Pavitr, but instead see Hobie standing before you, fingerless-gloved hands firmly handling you. "Thanks for saving me!" you holler, out of breath. "Rule number one!" he replies, hazel eyes boring into yours. "When someone goes down in the pit, you pick them the fuck up!" You know he wasn't just talking about the show. ---- You stop at a Korean restaurant a few blocks away, the one notorious for being open this late. Everyone's sweaty, tired, and maybe a little bruised, but it's a good kind of tired. Raves about how good the set was were traded, the energy of the crowd, the exploits they saw happen all around them. Chatter that is occasionally punctuated by a round of raucous laughs, it's easy and you've missed this, having a group of people to just...be with. Pavitr's extra protective after your mishap in the pit earlier, his hand covers yours as you both eat, firmly, as if you'd blow away in the breeze like a lone balloon. Nevertheless, there are some places you cannot follow, and he pecks your cheek before excusing himself to the restroom. "Pav's smitten with you, you know," Hobie cuts in. You look up to find the group staring at you, eyes mirthful and bright and...a little sad? "I know it's not really our place, but he's mentioned to us that you were scared about not being enough for him because he's...you know," Gwen implies. "He's told you?" you ask, not missing the hint. "He has, and we know better than anyone what it's like to be in his position," Miles answers. You notice that he seems to dance around something in the hesitant tone of his voice. You don't press him. "Look, since meeting you, Pavitr has been the most radiant we've seen him since...she passed away," Hobie continues. The rest of the group solemnly acknowledges Gayatri with subtle bowing of the heads. "And Pav's tried, (You)," Gwen adds, pain in her voice. "He's had other flings, a few short relationships...none of them made him happy until you came into the picture." "He adores you. If you asked me, I think he might even love you," Miles implores, one hand coming to find your shoulder. "Although he's never said as much to us in certain terms, everyone can see it. I've had my fair share of feeling inadequate," he admits, Gwen instinctively leaning into him. "It wasn't easy, but I put my trust in the people around me that I was enough for them. It was the best thing I ever did." You process this, a little misty-eyed. It's difficult to believe that out of everyone, all those other women, Pavitr's chosen you. But to hear it from his closest friends that you've succeeded where others have failed, it's now more difficult to deny. "You guys are so nice to me," you say, voice warbling with nerves. "And you barely know me. I was feeling a little unsure because he hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend yet." Three hands, strong, so strong, find their way firmly on top of yours. "Have you considered that maybe he was waiting for you to ask because he's nervous to scare you off if you're not ready?" Hobie inquires, one pierced eyebrow lifting. The question catches you off guard, as you would never think of him as the nervous one in this pairing. "If I'm being honest, I hadn't thought of that," you reply earnestly. "And if I'm being honest, love, you can ask Pav for anything you damn well want," Hobie answers, patting your hand. "He's not gonna say no." ---- "Hey Pavitr, can I ask you something serious?" you begin the conversation, interrupting the small talk you were making on his fire escape after you get home. Pavitr stiffens, picking up on the jitter in your voice. He takes each of your trembling hands in his, delivers a reassuring squeeze. "Of course, anything, sweet girl," he assures. The kajal around his eyes is smudged, his hair a little stringy from the sweat. His expression is gentle, inviting, and he looks ethereal against the light of a midnight moon. You take a deep, grounding breath, and shoot your shot. "Doyouwannabemyboyfriend?" you blurt, quickly averting your eyes before you can be hurt by his reaction. Pavitr is still for a beat, parsing the words apart. Your heart plummets when his hands leave yours, but rebounds quickly when they skin up your arms to cup your cheeks so gently you'd have thought you were carved from ice, frail and prone to shattering. "Oh, dove," he coos, utter reverence in his voice. "Oh, my perfect, darling girl, look at me, please," You can't help but obey the gentle command, you lift your chin to meet his eyes, and Pavitr's face is beaming, overjoyed, it's bright bright bright "I've been your boyfriend this whole time, sonu. The answer was always yes, you needed only to find the words," he breathes. The relief floods your body, washes over you like a gentle wave, a knot untied. Even better when he slots your lips with his, swallows down the words you planned to say. In their place, he leaves behind his light, bright like the dawn.

[medievalblunt]

TYYY @gratefulnez FOR TAGGING ME AND ASKING ME 2 DO THISS <<333333 (originally created by @prettyboyprettyeyes)

Soft Asks

1. What song makes you feel better? Rio by Michael Nesmith

2. What is your comfort show? The Monkees.

3. Reading or writing? Reading.

4. What’s your favorite feeling? Adrenaline from roller coasters, unfortunately I quit amusement parks since long lines really ruin the whole experience.

5. How do you like to take care of yourself? Just doing anything to keep me occupied but still amused.

6. What’s your favorite candle scent? Pie 🥧

7. Who do you feel most like yourself around? Myself.

8. What’s a fabric/texture that’s nostalgic for you? fuzzy blankets.

9. Best childhood moment? When I got a pixie cut in senior kindergarten and it actually looked good on me, I wish I wasn’t so embarrassed about it and maybe took more pictures cause looking back on it now it looked so cool.

10. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried (or just felt really good afterwords)? Last month when i discovered the “what I eat in a day as a john lennon impersonator” video

11. Do you have a comfort item? My computer 😪

12. What calms you down? Stimulation or being alone

13. Bath or shower to relax? Eughh neither I hate em both

14. What’s something upcoming that you’re excited for? My birthday because of all the laws that I’ll no longer have to conform to due to me being older

15. Comfort food? Oatmeal

16. What’s something you want to create soon? Currently working on some doodles and I rly wanna finish those up

17. How do you feel best loved? I never really experienced “love” from anyone to THAT extent, but I think maybe when hugging my stuffed animals (as stupid as that sounds)

18. What age in life do you think you’ll feel most yourself at? Sixty something cause everyone will listen to me and I’ll be some bijou monarch or subjugated tyrant

19. Have you ever written or received a love letter? Nopee

20. Tell us about a memory you hold close to your heart. Fuckk I don’t have a specific one, but that’s not to say I don’t have any good ones

21. Tea, coffee, or hot cocoa? Coffee

22. Name of your favorite playlist? “Cuntry”

23. Have you ever received flowers? From my parents yes

24. Who is your best friend? I don’t have one, it’s more of a “I love all my friends equally” situation

25. If your soul was a color, what would it be? orange

26. If you could live anywhere with anyone you want, where would it be and who would you bring? I'd probably stay living where I am now

27. Do you like to garden? Have you ever grown something? Nope

28. What are you proudest of? I was wanted by the police twice and I got away with it both times

29. Are you a kind person? I hope, really depends how people perceive me. But that’s not to say I don’t try my hardest to be nice.

30. What do your hobbies look like? Drawing n gaming n that’s it.