#Domestic gays

[virgothozul]

Ok. I have listened to the people. I have watched the thing. It is very wholesome.

Kazu comes home. He is hopeless and tipsy. And he swings between excited and wasted.

[k-wame]

FRANÇOIS ARNAUD as Patrick Landry PLAN B (2023 TV series) · S1·E02 · Sci-Fi

[hualian-paracetamol600mg]

daily-domestic-dose

[soaring-trash]

Here's an insane amount of little things i thought up about imodna :}

Imogen’s first attempts at crocheting where socks that Laudna now religously wears to sleep, they’re on the verge of falling appart but she loves them.

Laudna leaves an ichor stain on every mug she drinks from.

Imogen got spooked once and accidentally electrocuted a wooden mug.

Imogen loves laudna’s neck and unreasonably large amount because it shows that she loves every part of her.

Pâté likes to hang out in Imogen’s scarf like its a baby swaddle.

Imogen likes listening to Laudna’s heart beat, she’s traumatized from when her bbg died so she finds it very calming.

Laudna still sleeps with her eyes open sometimes.

the hound makes biscuits.(Pâté tries too)

Laudna made Imogen an earring like the ring imogen gave her.

imogen holds the blood necklace when she misses Laudna.

[the-gay-cousin-666]

Once Neil and Andrew start living together, Andrew starts leaving the books he reads laying about the flat. On the coffee table, sofa, kitchen counter, just sort of wherever. After Neil notices this pattern, he will pick it up and start reading from the beginning. If it interests him enough, he'll find a piece of paper and bookmark it.

Andrew doesn't notice at first, but he can see his books are moving around and odd receipts and scraps are falling out of the pages. Eventually he catches Neil in bed, engrossed in his latest pick, and quietly slips in to peak at what part Neil is currently at, maybe even comments on what he thought about it.

It becomes a common practice for them overtime, maybe they even take turns picking books, and whoever is ahead leaves little notes for when the other catches up.

Maybe, when they're both in the mood, they take turns reading aloud and discuss the plot over dinner.

[gunstellations]

a little family

[imfinereallyy]

“Good morning, Robs.” Steve nods to Robin’s sprawled figure on their couch.

“Good morning, dingus.” Robin looks up at Steve with a sleepy smile into her morning coffee.

“How was your date last night?” Steve makes a cup of coffee and walks over to the couch. He lifts Robin's legs and lays them across his lap as he settles into the worn-down furniture.

“Oh! It was so good.” Robin perks up. “God, it’s so nice to actually know other gay people in the city and have safe places to go, unlike Hawkins. Violet was so sweet, and she took us to the little lesbian bar on 4th, and we just talked and drank for hours! I felt bad at first about missing movie night with you and Eddie, but I’m sorry, babes, but it was worth it!”

Steve smiles at his platonic soulmate with as much love as he can muster. He’s so happy for her, finding herself in college, especially after the disaster that was Vickie and the post-apocalypse. Besides, he really couldn’t be mad she missed out. “I’m glad you had a good night, Birdie.”

“Steve! You have no idea! She wore this cute skirt with knee-highs, and oh god, I could see her thighs! You know how I feel about thighs.” Robin gave him a pointed look, and Steve couldn’t help but hum in agreement. Thighs were nice. “And she gave me the softest kiss while we were still inside the bar like she wasn’t embarrassed by all my rambling and thinking out loud. Which she said she thought was cute, after I said that out loud. And Steve, I need to tell you about the less soft kisses we had later, but first, I have a question.”

Steve laughed lightly at Robin's antics. She had no idea the power she had. It was hard not to fall in love with her, platonically or romantically. “Sure, Robs. Shoot.” Steve took a sip of his coffee, not thinking much of it.

Robin ever so calmly stated, “Why do you have a hickey on your neck?”

Steve choked on his coffee. He had to lean forward to stop himself from going blue. Robin pushed herself up and pats his back. Steve barely managed out a spluttered out, “What?”

Robin put down her coffee and gave him a kind but pointed look. “The giant ass hickey on your neck. When did you get that.”

“I do not have a hickey on my neck!” Steve’s voice went a pitch higher than normal, not particularly helping his case.

Robin gave him a ‘seriously’ face before she reached over and dug her fingers into the bruise on his neck.

“Owww!” Steve slapped her hand away.

“Want to explain what that is then, Steven.”

Steve scrunched his face up, “Ew, don’t call me Steven.”

“Stop avoiding the question. Why do you have a hickey? As far as I’m concerned, I’m the one who went on a date last night. You only had Eddie over for movie—“ A look of realization crossed Robin’s face before it broke out into pure glee. “No! You didn’t!”

Steve spluttered again, despite the coffee being nowhere near him. “I didn’t do anything!” He continued to deny it.

“Oh you did! You finally did! You made out with Eddie!”

Steve knew it was useless to fight her on it, but he couldn’t help it. He was stubborn. “Ssshh, nothing happened. It’s just a bruise. Stop making this bigger than it is.”

Robin cackled, “Oh Steve, I know I should be mad you’re trying to lie right now. But I can’t be; I’m just too happy. First Violet, and now this? This is the happiest, gayest day of my life!”

Steve put his head in his hands, no longer denying.

“Besides, why are you shushing me? It’s not like there is anyone else here…” Robin trailed off, and Steve could tell the moment she put it all together. If he thought she looked happy before, now she looked straight up devious. “…Oh my god! Steve! Is he in your bed? Is he naked?” Robin was shaking Steve with excitement. At this rate, he would get a concussion from his brain being smacked around his skull.

“…no.” Steve said shyly as images of the night before came to his mind.

The boring movie. Eddie’s head thrown back at Steve’s jokes. The leaning together. Eddie’s grip on Steve’s thigh. The nose brush. The crash of lips. The tearing off of clothes. The stumbling to the bedroom. The moans.

Now is not the time to get a boner. Not while his best friend is still shaking the shit out of him.

“No? Really, so if I go into your room right now, I won’t find Eddie in it?” Robin stared at him. They both got completely still. It was as if that weird telepathy thing the kids always think they have, was actually true. Because Steve can sense it. Can sense that Robin was going to make a break for the door.

She took off in a dash, but Steve was quicker. He tackles her to the ground with a loud ‘oof’. “Get off me, dingus! I need to know!”

Steve tried to pin her to the ground, but she was freakishly strong and yanked him by the hair, “No, Robin, let me have some privacy!”

They tumble around for a few minutes, yelling and scrapping at each other. Neither of them truly got the upper hand. Then suddenly, a door opens. Both Robin and Steve’s heads snap up in the direction of footsteps approaching them.

Then, in front of them, is Eddie in only boxers covered from head to thigh in hickies. “I always forget you two are morning people.” Eddie rubbed the early hours out of his eyes, leaned down to place a kiss on top of Steve’s head, and made his way into the kitchen.

A blush makes its way to Steve’s face but he knows he’s sporting a goofy smile.

“Wow, Dingus. You really marked your territory.” Robin snorts below him. Then Robin leaned over to the side to peek at Eddie’s back. “Is that hickey in the shape of a heart?!”

Steve leapt off of Robin and into the safety of the kitchen, behind the said bruised back.

“So much for soft mornings with you and Robs.” Eddie giggles into his coffee.

Steve just huffed a laugh into the crease between Eddie’s spine and shoulder.

***

happy pride! wanted something soft to get me back in the groove of writing and the start to my pride month pieces.

[lets-go-banana-fishing]

My favorite kind of ship is the acts of service hoe finding a guy that got never taken care of and deciding to STEP UP

[anintroverteddarling]

Don't you just love it when you read things out of context? XD Like bro, Vince's dialogues during that one route without context is so funny TvT

[caliphoria17]

SimonDavisBarry: Ok folks, here’s the infamous scene 18 that we never shot. Comes before the running over water scene.

[k-wame]

Patrick & Iván Via Élitǝ Series 6 · Ep04 · Dir. Kike Maíllo

[caspervi]

Made a few drarry doodles, maybe I’ll finish the domestic ones I love the gayness

[dearwillbyers]

[happy birthday, mike wheeler.]

[the-gay-cousin-666]

In the future, there is a day where Andrew feels completely safe and content in his flat with Neil and the cats. He has a slow morning and nobody bitches about how much sugar he puts in his coffee. He watches Neil do taxes in the living room, spends the afternoon baking cookies and the evening reading on their sofa with his feet under Neil's thigh (because they were cold) and a cat on his lap.

[steddieas-shegoes]

“You cannot buy four boxes of Honeycombs.”

“Why not?”

“Because we have a list. A budget. Jeans we have to fit into.”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Stop being sensible. It’s not cute.”

“What happened to me always being cute?”

“I mean when you’re grumpy in the morning or when you’re trying to clean the pool but leaves keep flying in and you make that scrunchy face. Not this.”

Steve grabbed the two boxes out of Eddie’s hand and placed them back on the shelf.

“I’ll allow two boxes. But we have to stick to the rest of the list.”

Eddie crossed his arms. He may even be pouting a little to emphasize his displeasure in not getting what he wants.

It was easy to do this with Steve and know that Steve wasn’t actually annoyed, just amused.

Steve wasn’t paying attention to him anymore, though. He was already pushing the cart down the aisle so they could find the next thing on their list.

Probably vegetables.

Steve loved making him eat vegetables.

“Shit. I forgot to get the garlic powder. Can you go grab it?”

“We have a clove of garlic right there.”

“That’s different.”

“Not if you grind it up.”

Steve ignored him and kept walking because he knew Eddie would listen and grab the garlic powder.

They did this every week.

Their list was almost the same every week with a few small changes here and there depending on what Steve was cooking.

Eddie found reasons to argue with Steve, and usually it involves sneaking treats into the cart and getting caught.

They worked their way through the store, usually ending up in some kind of wild debate on every other aisle. At check out, they usually rushed through it, not wanting too many questions pointed at them shopping together every week.

Eddie loved doing this with him. He loved being able to watch Steve’s eyebrows furrow as he did the mental math for how many of one thing he needed. He loved watching Steve buy an extra frozen pizza for when Hellfire met at the house. He loved how Steve would touch the small of his back to guide him along when no one else was in the aisle with them.

He loved that he got to do this every week for the rest of his life.

“Eddie Munson, put the brownies back!”

He also loved being a menace, and that would never change.

[yourleftpinkytoe-blog]

ANDREW SLEPT WITH HIS BACK TO THE DOOR IN WHEN THEY WERE AT THE CABIN AND NOT ONLY DID HE DO THAT HE ALSO HAD HIS ARM UNDER NEILS PILLOW!