#I want domestic bliss

[bjurnberg]

This destroyed me.

The number of times I’ve dreamed of doing dishes with him. Uncountable.

I finish the meal I made and ate alone and turn on some music to start cleaning what I used, singing along as the water warms and the soap suds mix a lemon scent into the air to mingle with what was cooked. I hum the verse and sing the chorus and I can feel him standing in the doorway ready to come help - can feel the air change the way it does when someone is watching you before you hear them - can feel the breath he takes to start a harmony

and then the song sounds wrong because he’s not singing with me.

I blink at the running water and return to the chore and keep singing to distract myself from that everyday-ache of missing him. It’s always there. Especially in the small things.

Like when I’m laying in bed trying to fall asleep and in the moment I almost do my brain whispers ‘you can’t sleep yet, he’ll be walking through the door any moment after work and you want to give him a smile to make sure his day ends well.’ And for half a second I know he will. But only half a second.

Or when I drop by the drive-thru taqueria after work and after I order I turn to the passenger seat to ask what he wants this time but the seat is empty.

And when I wake up I can feel his arm around my waist but it’s just how the weighted blanket got scrunched up overnight.

And when the house is too quiet I miss the sound of his breathing.

And when I laugh at my book I look up expecting him to be looking at me with that little crinkle next to his lips waiting to listen to what made me laugh.

And when I do the dishes again the next day I still hear the moment he doesn’t sing.

Every day.

[ah-jiing]

🥺🥺🥺🥺

[spirk-trek]

Galactic Discourse Fanzine (1977-1987)

Monopoly: Merle Decker, 1980 || At Ease: Nan Lewis, 1980 || Sledding: Toni Hardeman, 1983 || Pillow Fight: TACS, 1987 || Sand Castles: ERIC, 1987

[polin-erospsyche]

I just really want to see Colin and pregnant Pen snuggle and reading on a couch while Colin sings a lullaby, his hands on her belly, she’s looking at him with teary eyes and a warm soft smile and Yellow is playing in the background

[vampiresfromxenon]

Therapy isn’t enough I need to cuddle up with Astarion and watch The Great British Baking Show and hear him giggle when someone says “soggy bottom”

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Steve comes home tired from work, barely able to muster up even a smile for Billy as he shuts the front door behind him, leaning against it with all his weight as he toes off his shoes and Billy smirks at him from where he’s standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

“Long day, peanut?” He asks as he sets down his knife, leaving the chopped carrot where it lays on the cutting board in favour of wiping his hands and going over to Steve.

Who, as he sets down his tote bag and backpack, pulls a little pout and whines as he stumbles over to Billy, reaching his arms out for a much-needed hug.

Billy meets him there, in front of the fridge with their grocery list and vacation pictures stuck to it with magnets, and wraps his arms around his boyfriend with a soft smile, feeling Steve bury his face into his neck, hiding away.

He thumbs over the fabric of Steve’s shirt as he rests one hand on his pretty boy’s upper back and the other down at his lower back, feeling the weight of Steve’s arms around his shoulders and the rest of him as the brunet leans against him.

“‘m tired,” Steve mumbles, his breath warm on Billy’s skin.

“You should lay down on the couch for a bit,” he mumbles in return, sliding his hand down a little lower so he can squeeze Steve’s ass, unable to help himself.

And Steve really must be tired because he doesn’t tell Billy to stop, doesn’t push his hand away with a playful look, he just lets him do whatever he wants as he begins to complain and vent about his day.

“I hate this company,” Billy lowers his other hand, gives him another squeeze with both, “Wanna quit so bad but the job market is fucking stupid,” Billy gives his ass a couple little pats back to back, “HR is so fucking clueless and toxic, I don’t know how the manager’s still here,” Billy squeezes again, a little longer, “Maybe I should just work in food service again, for a bit…”

Billy frowns, “You hated that, too.”

“Yeah, but at least I got to leave work at work and come home to you without anything nagging in the back of my mind.”

“Aww,” Billy grins, pulling Steve’s shirt from where it’s tucked into his pants, just so he can slide his hands up the back of it and touch, “You just wanna come home and think about me and nothing else?

Steve kisses his neck and nods, “Even though you’re a pain in my ass — which you’ve been playing with this entire time.”

“You didn’t tell me to stop, so,” Billy hums, turning his head to kiss Steve’s cheekbone and whispering into his ear playfully, “Sorry your life sucks and you hate your job.”

Steve snorts a soft laugh at that and pulls away just enough to look into Billy’s eyes, his expression already softened and warm just from a few minutes of cuddling in their kitchen, his shoulders relaxed from where they’d been up by his ears, “How was class?” He asks softly, gently bumping their noses together.

Billy returns the gentle nuzzle, staring into those chocolate buttons Steve calls his eyes as he recalls his day on campus, “S’fine,” he mutters, “Classes are just starting so it was mostly syllabus stuff, easy shit.”

“Mm, lucky you,” Steve smirks, eyeing Billy’s lips, his want obvious.

“Yeah, lucky me,” Billy returns the smirk, watching Steve because he loves to and can.

A long beat of silence passes, the two of them wrapped up in one another, until Steve mutters, “Fucking kiss me already…”

“So demanding,” Billy chastises playfully as he closes the distance between them, pressing his mouth to Steve’s for a long kiss, giving him a few more in quick succession before pulling away and pulling his hands from Steve’s shirt and patting his ass again, “Go lay down, I’ll join you once the soup’s going.”

“Okay,” Steve murmurs happily, giving Billy another kiss before untangling himself from his boyfriend and going to do as he says.

When Billy follows him not five minutes later, he finds Steve sleeping.

He lets his pretty boy rest.

[sovonight]

world's saddest chosen

[hubriswest]

not enough people acknowledge herbert's trauma like didn't he die (or nearly died depending on how u look at it) twice and got sent to solitary confinement or something in the 3rd movie. why aren't there more fics about him having to live with the aftermath of it all. a lot of people make him more emotionless than he's supposed to be

[peach-moths]

Vaquero mikey and donnie

[mayykith]

kittisawat anthology.. 

17&12

[phantomrose96]

You know the whole "Spy X Family made me realize I want a wife and kids" IS funny for the infinite Shinzo Abe meme potential.

But actually, actually @ the weebs seriously thinking they want a family specifically because Spy X Family convinced them... What. What part of that do they honestly expect to emulate? Like. The infinite upper-class money? The polite and submissive bombshell Japanese wife? The little daughter who wants nothing more than to please you at all times? The part where you're a spy and that's your only job? Which is to just hang with your perfect family and wear beautiful tailored clothes and go on walks through the park and sit at home drinking tea?

Like actually please don't make extremely important and irreversible major life decisions based on a story which is just idealized wish-fulfillment.

[erineas]

The urge of coming back home after a long day of work and be greeted by your loving skeleton male wife wearing a cute frilly apron and handing some fluffy slippers for your sore feet

[theyellowhue]

one does not simply move on from Triage the series.

the series fcked me up so good, all i could think about is how empty i feel in the inside.

[ride-a-dromedary]

I have now become literally incapable of not thinking about Wyll and Halsin adopting Lily Aurora.

[winkle-pickers]

Good morning~

[fbfh]

just woke up from a baby dream and I'm a sobbing wreck :) anyway Logan Huntzberger doesn't expect much from his future besides monetary success, partying, and a lot lot lot of sex. he definitley doesn't expect to look up one day and realize he's sharing a home, a life with someone. not only that, but he's the one that instigated it. he told you in college he didn't like you being around other guys. he stopped caring about the girls that he would go between, because now he just seems to care about you. everything else falls to the sidelines. so he comes back to his big fancy house after an important business meeting on the golf course, and he sees you there. some old sitcom is marathoning on tv, and you're wrapped up in fluffy blankets, hair up and out of your face. you look so cozy, so comfortable. you keep adjusting the blankets, fussing with them as you hum softly. he walks closer, overcome with a feeling of love and swelling pride and... paternal instinct he's never felt. your son Henry, just a month or two old is bundled on your arms. you look up at Logan and smile so warmly he could cry just from the look on your face when you see him.

"hi," you breathe softly. Henry's settled down, so you don't want to rile him up too much, but he's not all the way asleep.

"hey ace," he breaths, sitting next to you. he wraps you in his arms and kisses you, meeting forgotten as you both admire you baby boy together. you rub his tummy gently, soothingly, and Logan smooths his hair. it's short and fuzzy, and a little prickly. it makes him laugh softly. Henry is wearing the white and blue onesie Honor got for him at the baby shower. he makes a mental note to take some pictures to send her of him wearing it. the soft fabric of his polo shirt and the smell of his cologne mixed with the distinct remnants of golf course air is so comforting. he watches you admire your son, trace the shape of his cute little nose, copy the faces he makes, babble little noises at him. he watches you smooth his hair and help him get comfortable in your arms, watches you place your finger in his hand so he can hold onto it with that surprisingly strong baby death grip. Henry wiggles around, getting comfortable in your arms, and you kiss his forehead again. once you're sure that he's settled, not too warm and not too cold, comfortable and lying safely, you can finally relax. you rest your head on Logan's shoulder, closing your eyes and finally letting yourself relax and rest a little. you take in a big deep breath of his masculine scent, somehow both spicy and refreshing, and sigh. you're content. you're more than content, he realizes. you're happy. Logan... made you happy. he found out what you wanted and built you a life you want, a life he wants. it hits him like a ton of bricks in one overwhelming, amazing moment, and he soaks in the feeling, watching the way your sleeping babys face and yours mirror each other.