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Summary: Little blurb about braiding Pelle's hair based on a request
You'd been in the meadow all morning.
Pelle hadn't slept and when you'd briefly woken up to pee, you somehow found yourself being led outside by the hand, still in your pyjamas.
You didn't mind all that much, especially when you got to sit and watch the sunrise in your favourite spot.
He usually brought a sketchpad or even just some pens, and the two of you would pass them back and fourth, either drawing on paper or each other's skin. But, in his haste to get out of his stuffy room, he hadn't even slowed to grab shoes.
You'd been muttering softly to one another for hours and Pelle wound up sprawled out in the grass with his head in your lap, and you were combing through his hair gently with your fingers.
Every so often, you let your nails lightly scratch his scalp and he'd hum contently.
His eyes were shut, and for the first time in a long time, he looked completely at peace.
You couldn't resist braiding a few strands, weaving little wildflowers into them.
He didn't even have to look to know what you were up to.
"Not the flowers, Hjärtat" He groaned so softly that it sounded more like a moan. "They're not evil."
"I think they're very evil." You muttered, biting back a little smile. "Who's gonna see?"
Pelle cracked his eyes open and squinted at you.
"It's just me!" You laughed "I promise I'll take them out before we go back up to the house."
"You won't forget?" He tried to look suspicious, but you could see he wanted to smile "Like last time?"
"I didn't forget last time, my love. You did." you reminded him. "You fell asleep."
"Hjärtat." He huffed, nudging your hand with his head like a cat begging to be scratched behind its ears.
"I promise." you massaged his scalp gently until his eyes fluttered back shut and his breathing evened out.
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A/N: This was a request for @sweet-dr3amer
Summary: You tell Pelle that you want a flower garden.
“I want a garden,” You muttered one morning, still in bed.
Pelle’s forehead was resting against yours on the pillow, and his eyes were closed, but you could tell that he was awake.
You could always tell whether or not he was sleeping.
“What kind of garden?” He muttered softly, not opening his eyes.
“A flower garden.”
“Hjärtat, there are flowers everywhere outside.” You watched the corners of his lips twitch upwards as if he was fighting a smile.
“I want to pick out my own flowers,” you huffed dramatically, watching as his nose scrunched up cutely from the puff of air. “Not just wildflowers. They’re pretty, but I want lilies and pansies and flowers that don’t grow in the meadow or around the house.”
“Do you know how to plant a garden?” Finally, his eyes fluttered open, and you could see a hint of mirth as if he already knew the answer.
“Well, no, but-” You sighed. “I could figure it out.”
“Where are we going to put this garden?” he asked softly, inevitably caving once he saw your little pout. “It’ll get ruined by a party, you know.”
“Then we’ll put it down by the trees.”
“Flowers need sun, Hjärtat. They won’t grow by the trees.”
“Well, then what about in the meadow?” You suggested
“You want to dig up flowers, then plant more?” Pelle couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past his lips.
You loved hearing him laugh.
It distracted you for a moment, and he took the opportunity to nuzzle the tip of your nose with his.
“They’d be different flowers,” you said once you’d snapped out of your daze. “We’ll go to the library and get a book on gardening.”
“My mum has a nice garden.” Pelle had your hand in his and was playing with your fingers, looking at them instead of meeting your gaze. “I used to help her when I was a boy.”
“So you mean to tell me that you’ve been a gardening expert this whole time?” You gasped softly, flexing your fingers against his. “And you’re sitting here letting me ramble like a fool?”
“You wound me,” You joked, clutching your chest dramatically with your free hand, somehow managing to do it quietly and not too abruptly.
“c’mon, baby.” You pouted. Your voice had a slight whine to it, but there was still that underlying playfulness that had him flashing you his teeth. “Teach me how to garden. Please?”
“We’ll need seeds.” He breathed, rolling his eyes when you peppered his cheeks with grateful little pecks.
You’d fully expected to end up going into town alone, sure that Pelle wouldn’t want to leave the house. But, to your surprise, you didn’t even have to ask him.
When you peeled yourself out of bed after another half hour of staring at eachother and muttering softly, to get yourself dressed, so did he.
You drove to the closest nursery, just at the edge of Oslo, and couldn’t help but notice the ever-so-slight glimmer of excitement in Pelle’s eyes when the two of you were flipping through the seed display, trying to pick what to take home with you.
You took turns picking, and Pelle vetoed a few of yours and told you it wasn’t the right season to be planting them, which was when you’d realized that he’d done a lot more gardening with his mother than he’d originally let on.
The way he was talking, he seemed like some kind of expert. In your completely inexperienced eyes, that is.
When the two of you got back to the house, you headed straight for the treeline instead of going inside, hand in hand with the seed packets tucked securely in Pelle’s back pocket.
You tried to pick a spot that didn’t already have a bunch of pretty flowers already growing in it, and settled for a patch of grass with just a few poking out from the tall blades.
“Probably should’ve brought a shovel,” you frowned, inspecting the grass, trying to figure out how to plant the seeds without one. “Can’t we just sprinkle ‘em on there?”
“No, Hjärtat.” Pelle huffed out a soft laugh, lying in the grass like a fallen tree branch while he looked up at you with clear amusement. “We have to dig.”
God, you loved seeing him outside like this. It was the most lively he’d been all week, and thinking about it almost made your chest ache.
“Well, how are we gonna-” You started, but stopped when he just rolled onto his stomach and started digging with his hands. “Oh.”
The two of you spent a good hour digging up all the grass. You opted to use a stick to loosen it while Pelle was perfectly happy using his hands.
Halfway through, he held a worm he’d found right in front of your face to show you and you’d shrieked, scrambling away in a fit of choked laughter while he sat there looking awfully pleased with himself.
Once you’d scattered the seeds in the now loose earth, you seemed to realize at the same time that you had no watering can or anything you could use as one.
Pelle looked from the pond across the meadow, to the dirt, back and forth with a look of contemplation of his face before wandering over with you hot on his tail, wondering what he was planning.
You watched him scoop up some water with his hands and jumped when he whipped around and started running towards your little makeshift garden, dripping water the whole way. By the time he made it there, there was only a few drops.
You joined him in his attempt and you both took turns racing across the meadow with palmfulls of water, laughing until you’d tired yourselves out and collapsed in the middle of the clearing, breathing raggedly, side by side in the grass.
“I had fun today, Hjärtat” he muttered softly, brushing his fingertips over your cheek.
“Me too.” You smiled warmly, leaning into his touch “Thanks for helping me. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
“Probably killed all the seeds,” He hummed and you laughed.
“I love you, you know.” You breathed, rolling over to peck him on the cheek.
“I love you too,” Pelle pressed his lips to yours and gave you a rare hug, pulling you into his chest, where he held you till the sun went down.
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A/N: Also, in my head, Bubblegum pop partner Pelle is a little mushier. You bring it out of him with your extroverted nature. You’re just so bubbly and unapologetic about your feelings that he can't help but melt a little around you.
Summary: Bubblegum pop reader rolls up to a Mayhem party after not seeing Pelle for a week. Warning, Sickening fluff.
As promised, Pelle was sitting in the grass at the edge of the driveway, same as he always when there was a party, waiting for you when you got out of Ann-Marit's car. You muttered a quick thank you over the roof of the car before throwing yourself into Pelle’s arms as soon as he stood.
He spun you around, burying his face in your hair as he clutched you to his chest tightly, breathing in the smell of your hairspray and perfume.
You hadn’t seen eachother in over a week.
It was the longest you’d ever gone since the night you’d met, and he hadn’t realized that he was capable of missing anyone as much as he’d missed you.
When he set you down, Pelle cradled your face in his hands and kissed you sweetly.
You melted into him and ignored Ann-Marit’s fake gagging and her muttering, not-so-quietly, about how sickening the two of you were.
You flung your hand out and flipped her the bird without breaking the kiss.
When you both pulled away slightly, you shared a shaky breath and toothy smiles.
Pelle’s hand found yours and started guiding you towards the house, but you stopped him before reaching into the open window of Ann’s car to retrieve the bottle of wine you’d brought with you.
People were staring as you made your way across the lawn. Most of them knew you and were at least sort of used to seeing your crazy pink outfits, but it was still always jarring. For this particular occasion, you’d gone with a dusty rose babydoll dress and a pair of matching, strappy, platform Mary Janes over frilly white socks. Your hair was pulled out of your face with pink butterfly clips.
It was crowded inside the house.
It was starting to get cold out at night, and everyone seemed to be seeking what little warmth the house offered with its open doors and drafty rooms. Ann-Marit went straight to Euronymous in the living room, while you and Pelle ventured into the kitchen to get yourselves a drink.
The few fresh faces surrounding the kitchen island blatantly stared at you like you had two heads.
Pelle barked at them suddenly, and you burst into laughter when they flinched, obviously startled by the strange behavior. They all inched away from you until they were in the next room, quietly muttering amongst themselves about what an odd couple the two of you made.
He didn’t usually drink very much at parties. A few beers at the most if he was feeling it, but, to your surprise, he shrugged and grabbed a second coffee mug from the cabinet above and slid it towards you when you offered him a glass of wine.
He had to bite back a laugh when he saw the colour of the wine. He hadn’t been paying attention until then and had completely missed it.
“Of course.” He muttered softly, teasing. “Hjärtat, even your wine is pink.”
You narrowed your eyes at him playfully and kissed his cheek before nodding towards the cup, urging him to try it as you sipped your own.
Pelle took a small sip and let it sit in his mouth for a moment before swallowing.
“It’s sweet,” He nodded. “Nice.”
You downed what was in your cup and poured yourself another.
“Careful,” Pelle knocked his shoulder into yours gently, brow furrowed lightly in concern, “it’s like juice, but it’s still wine.”
You spotted a clear spot on the counter and hopped up to sit on it. Pelle’s hands were immediately on you, keeping you steady as if you were in danger of injuring yourself.
“If only I had something to keep my mouth busy.” You sighed dramatically, eyes glimmering with mischief as his cheeks warmed.
He nestled himself comfortably between your thighs, blocking you from potentially flashing anyone in your short dress while you reached out and brushed the hair out of his face, staring at him lovingly.
“I really missed you, you know.” You told him, pecking him on the lips “I’m glad we’re finally together again.”
“I missed you too, Hjärtat.” Pelle kissed you back and muttered the words into your mouth, brushing his thumbs along the sides of your jaw “so fucking much.”
Your hands found their way into his hair, fingers threading through the strands as you tugged softly, trying to get him as close to you as possible.
Your lips moved in sync, softly at first, sticky sweet from the wine left on your tongues. But the more you thought about how it had felt being apart for so long, as if you could read each other's thoughts, the more desperate it got.
It only took a minute for you to start grabbing at eachother, sucking bottom lips in between teeth and running tongues over them to soothe the sting they left behind. Your tongues tangled in the midst of a sloppy kiss.
Neither of you cared that people were starting to stare at you. The two of you were completely lost in one another, in your own world where only the two of you existed and nothing else mattered.
Your ankles hooked behind his hips, pulling him flush against you, and you swallowed the gasp that tore its way out of his throat. Pelle pressed his mouth to yours harder, grinding the bulge in his jeans into you without thinking.
His hands kept alternating between gripping your hair and then fistfuls of the back of your dress, never too tight and never enough to hurt you or tear the fabric.
At some point he realized what he was doing and stopped with the grinding before he could get carried away.
You could feel the warmth of his cheeks beneath your palms when he pulled back suddenly and rested his forehead against yours, breathing raggedly.
“No more being apart.” He breathed.
His eyes bore into yours, so full of love and admiritation that an ache settled in the middle of your chest. You could not believe just how much love you held in your heart for this man. It was overwhelming, but at the same time, so incredibly comforting to see that he felt it too.
“Never again.” You promised.
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