Chapstick or lipstick: Chapstick for sure! My lips get chapped easily, and I have eczema, so I gotta take care of my sweet sweet lips, yo!
Favourite colors: Purple, no question!!! Any shade of purple is absolutely wonderful. I love pairing it with gold as well!!!
Last movie I saw: Coco! I tried not to cry, but it punched a hole in my heart and ended with me trying not to sniffle too loudly in the middle of the theater.
Top 3 TV shows: I haven't really been watching any TV lately!! I'll always have a particular fondness for Gravity Falls, Over the Garden Wall, and the original Yu-Gi-Oh series, though!!
Top 3 bands/artists: Rise Against, Linkin Park, and Dan Avidan (I won't say NSP specifically because I'm absolutely in love with all of his musical endeavors, so I'm getting them all in one fell swoop!)
Books I’m currently reading: It's been ages since I've really read any books, but as of recent I've started four: The Fellowship of The Ring, Carry On by Rainbow Rowell, Mindsight by Daniel Siegel, and Self Coaching by Joseph Luciani. I can very easily say that Self Coaching is my least favorite out of the four so far, but I'm determined to read it through to the end regardless.
I'm not going to tag anyone in particular, but anyone who wants to do it is more than welcome to!! I want to get to know y'all a little more!
So I basically just took the word ‘cuddle’ and ran with it and it got WAY OUT OF HAND and now it’s almost 1300 words of rubberbang sap. Thanks for the prompt, babe! Hope you enjoy it.
Ross and Dan spend a lot of time together but nearly all of it is spent at work. Especially lately. Their hectic, conflicting schedules mean they typically see each other at the office or not at all. Dan can count on one hand the number of times he’s gotten to see Ross during off hours in the last several weeks. That in and of itself is a depressing realization, made worse by the fairly recent and definitely exciting turn their relationship has taken. They haven’t labeled it- they haven’t even talked about it- but for the last few months they’ve been the kind of friends who kiss. The kind of friends who maybe secretly hold hands sometimes. The kind of friends who get each other off and then stick around for breakfast the next morning.
It had all started, perhaps somewhat predictably, with an argument. Not a real argument, but a sort of teasing, half-angry back and forth. It was a typical exchange for the two of them, so much so that Dan can’t even remember the topic. But instead of one of them either storming out of the room or laughing it off or calling a truce, Dan remembers trailing off mid-sentence because he’d suddenly realized how close Ross was standing. So close he had to tilt his chin up to look Dan in the eye. He’d been wearing an insufferably smug expression. Dan kissed him mostly to wipe the smirk off his face but also because, in that moment, he wanted to, plain and simple.
It’s not something he’s regretted. Ross gave as good as he got that night, and every night they’ve spent together since. Things haven’t been weird between them. Just… Different. Good different. And every day Dan finds something new about Ross to appreciate. Like the way his tongue pokes out when he’s really concentrating on something. The way he lights up when he gets excited. The way he likes to wear Dan’s shirts as they make breakfast, and the way he dances around the kitchen, too full of energy for Dan to keep up. The way he moans and blushes, and the way he takes control. The way he gets quiet, sometimes, when he’s tired, and the way he silently asks to be held, too proud to ask outright but not above using puppy dog eyes and a pout.
It’s not easy for Dan to admit that he misses Ross, especially not when Ross is at his desk only a few feet away. But Dan does miss him. He misses being alone with him.
Ross is either a mind reader or he has the same thought, because it’s mere seconds after Dan’s silent admission that he receives a text. It simply says, come over tonight?
Dan glances over at Ross, still slouching over his desk, still diligently drawing. He types out a quick reply.
Thought u had that thing?
Ross’ reply is just as quick. Schedule cleared up.
Dan steadfastly ignores the excitement threatening to pool in his stomach. He glances at the clock, and starts counting down the minutes.
Ross leaves first, at his usual time. Dan, also as usual, winds up staying late. He has so many projects and they each keep demanding his attention. By the time he arrives at Ross’ doorstep the night isn’t exactly young anymore and Dan lets himself in only to find Ross dozing on the couch, stretched out longways with an arm dangling over the side and his shirt rucked up indecently. The TV is on but the volume is low. Dan stands there for several seconds debating whether or not to wake Ross up or just toss a blanket over him. He looks peaceful, and comfortable, and in the end Dan decides to join him.
Ross wakes to Dan poking his arm. “Scoot over,” Dan mumbles, nudging him. Ross takes the hint and makes room for Dan to slide in behind him while he simultaneously yawns into his fist.
“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbles, not sounding very sorry in the slightest. There’s barely enough room for Dan on Ross’ tiny couch but he makes it work. He twines his legs with Ross’ and pulls Ross to his chest, arms wound around him. Dan has always been a fan of cuddling but he especially loves cuddling with Ross. They just fit together so well. The only challenge is getting Ross to stop being a squirmy bastard, but when he’s tired like this he’s strangely… Gentle. Soft. He practically melts into Dan’s embrace.
“Didn’t mean to fall asleep,” Ross adds, voice still rough.
“It’s cool,” Dan quietly assures him. He doesn’t know how to admit that this is what he needed, anyway.
“No,” Ross argues. “I had this… Thing. I bought wine.”
Dan makes a questioning noise. He presses his cold nose against the back of Ross’ neck, but Ross doesn’t seem to mind. He reaches back, almost unconsciously, to tangle his fingers in Dan’s curls as he goes on explaining, “Yeah, yeah. I bought wine. I thought we could have dinner, and…” He trails off. After a moment he asks, voice small, “You know what tomorrow is?”
“Not a clue,” Dan truthfully admits. He’s not even sure what day of the week it is. They’ve all been blending together recently.
Ross’ voice goes even smaller. He says, slowly, “Valentine’s Day.” And then he waits, as though this is supposed to mean something to Dan.
“…And?” Dan prompts, truly at a loss.
Ross huffs and turns over in Dan’s arms, so that they’re facing each other. His cheeks are pink, the way they always are after he’s just woken up. Dan smiles, can’t really help it, and brushes the hair away from Ross’ forehead.
“You know who spends Valentine’s Day together, Dan?”
“Couples?” Dan guesses.
Ross nods. “Right. Couples.”
It takes a moment. Then Dan blinks, and it clicks. “Oh,” he says.
Ross immediately moves as though he’s going to get up, cheeks gone even pinker. “Never mind,” he blurts. “It’s… Stupid. Forget I said anything-“
“Hey, hey, stop it, Ross. Calm down,” Dan soothes, pulling Ross to him again. “Shh, baby. You wanna spend Valentine’s with me?”
Ross hides his face in Dan’s chest. He nods.
“Alright,” Dan says, matter-of-factly. “So you’re my Valentine.”
Ross groans, the sound muffled. “Oh, God, it sounds so fucking cheesy. I just- I want-“
“Me too,” Dan assures him.
“You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” Ross points out, finally risking a peek up at him.
“Don’t need to.” He presses a kiss, feather-light, between Ross’ eyes. This, more than anything, seems to reassure Ross somewhat.
“And we… Can tell the others…?” he ventures. “Make it official?”
Dan doesn’t even need to think about it. After months of having Ross like this there’s no way he wants to go back to being just friends. It’s the easiest decision he’s ever made. “Anything you want.” He quickly amends, just as Ross’ eyes start to twinkle, “Or, well, not anything. Anything within reason. That won’t lead to death or dismemberment.”
“Deal,” Ross chirps, looking like the cat that got the canary. He snuggles closer, all sweetness until he nips at Dan’s neck. He’s quick to settle, though, curled against Dan. He makes a little noise of contentment and Dan figures that, right now, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
When two sympathetic criers get together and all hell is about to break out featuring the beautif @rubberbangin (Please don't edit, use, or repost 💜) (Reblogs>Likes)
