#domaystic

[domaystic]

It's Domaystic 2024!

Hello, hello! This is the third year of DOMAYSTIC, a domestic trope based prompt event running in May :D

This is the main post for the event and in the picture above there are the prompts.

They're 31 prompts (no alts this time), but they are also divided in three main categories, which I loosely labelled as "people from everyday life" from 1 to 10; "things from everyday life" from A to J; and "general-container-stuff that can be bent to one's own desires" from roman number I to X. Plus, at the very end, a free choice option (we never had one and the days are not even ahahah).

List of prompts

Category: people from everyday life 01. driver 02. shop assistant 03. plumber 04. public servant 05. teacher 06. receptionist 07. mechanic 08. health professional 09. baker 10. landlord

Category: things from everyday life A. konmari B. me/us time C. shopping points D. odd appliances E. building renovations F. frozen G. memento H. wild animal I. ritual J. dreadful weather

Category: general-container-stuff I. proverb II. tutorial III. poll IV. numbers V. emergency VI. quiz VII. cliché VIII. art IX. official document X. song

* free choice

Guidelines, tags example, AO3 link under the cut!

General rules and guidelines

Domaystic is open to any fandom or original content.

Any kind of media is welcome. You choose your way of expression.

There are no limits/restrictions on how your fill should be.

There’s a total of 31 prompts for 31 days.

To join the event one can do a prompt a day following the list as it is; or following the sequence they prefer; or only the ones of their liking, even just one.

Or, and this is my challenge proposition for anyone who wants to take it: try to combine one prompt from each one of the three categories + the free choice. Which in total would produce 10 fills + 1 if all are done.

Share your work anywhere you want or keep it to yourself, that's fine. If you share it on tumblr and tag this blog, I’ll reblog it.

If you also want to combine these prompts with another fandom event, that's okay.

Domaystic runs actively throughout May; if you join or tag the blog on a later date, that's fine too, I just reblog on a lower pace after May is over.

In case of lengthy posts on tumblr, use the "read more" option: ctrl-shift-k on rich text; [[*MORE*]] on html (remove asterisks)

AO3 collection

The domaystic2024 collection is open from May, 1st: click here - info and prompts are also on the profile page.

Tagging your tumblr post:

Mention the blog in your post @domaystic - tracked tag: #domaystic2024

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[theoriginofcarrots]

@domaystic​  

Alternative prompt:

C. STOP THE CAR, NOW!

Mcdanno style

Fandom: Hawaii Five-0

Characters /Relationships: Steve McGarrett / Danny “Danno” Williams

Rating: General Audiences

Charcoal pencils drawings on paper + a few digitally added effects 

DOMAYSTIC AO3: archiveofourown.org/collections/domaystic2023

 - ONNAKAROT ON AO3 - archiveofourown.org/users/onnakarot/works

[badassbutterfly1987]

Domaystic 2023

01 Housewarming (Holland + Danes)

02 A stash of… (blackberries, Nasi)

03 List (Holland, yearly goals)

04 Packed lunch (Kell) 05 Learning something new

06 Under the same umbrella 07 Stained clothes (Holland)

08 The things in that drawer 09 Mistaken identity

10 Bath (Kell/Lila)

11 Volunteering

12 Crisis (Holland+Kell) 13 Taking turns

14 Parade (Pride, Holland+Ojka)

15 Junkmail 16 Sleeping habits (Holland/Vortalis)

17 Marked date on calendar (Holland) 18 Discount at favourite store

19 Police at the door (Holland+Athos) 20 In the nearby park (Holland+dog)

21 Handmade gift

22 S/o on the local news (Holland/Vortalis) 23 Small couch

24 Secret language

25 Misdialed calls 26 Sounds from above

27 Passage through a fence 28 Recycling

29 Lottery

30 Feeling of doing nothing 31 Midnight snack (Nasi)

[empress-of-hugs]

Perfect

Click on the title to read on AO3

"Stop!" Sirius suddenly yells out. "Stop the car!"

James, confused and somewhat frightened by Sirius' sudden outburst, hits the brakes and guids the rental into the dirt next to the road. 

"This is the spot!" Sirius exclaims as he jumps out of the car, rushing around the side to open Remus' door and drag him out. "Can you smell it?" he asks, a wild grin on his face. "The ocean in the distance, the trees all around us, the sweet flowers in the air – it's perfect!"

Remus allows himself to be pulled under a large oak tree. "Perfect for what?" He murmurs, just as Sirius sinks down on one knee. Remus’ hands come up to hide his lips as he whispers, “Sirius… what…?”

“I love you, Remus,” he says, his earlier excitement replaced by calm adoration. His hand putters around in his jacket pocket for a moment, before he pulls out a small, grey box. “I’ve loved you since the moment I first set eyes on you. I didn’t realize it then, mind you. That weirdo in the baggy jumper couldn’t possibly be as cool as me. And as the years went by, I realized I was right; you weren’t as cool as me. You are so much cooler. So much hotter. So much more. You make me aspire to be more. More than a disowned son. More than a Black. You made me realize what it’s like to be a person. To love and to cry. Remus, you make me more human than I've ever been before. I want to continue being human alongside you for the rest of our lives. Remus Lupin, will you do me the honor of marrying this fool of a Black?” 

Remus nods barely, one hand slowly coming down so Sirius can take it, push the baggy jumper aside, and gently push a simple, rose gold band on his finger. “Yes, Sirius,” he whispers softly. “Yes, I want to marry you.” 

Sirius springs up, hands already cupping the face of the man he loves more than life itself. Soft, warm lips greet his own as Remus’ arms wrap around him. They’ll be together forever now. 

[abnormal-normality]

• | dors bien (sleep tight)

Summary

Cédric pinned Jesse under him, rumbling. Jesse relaxed, and threaded his hands through his hair, purring lightly.

“And the overgrown pig has made an appearance,” he heard Christelle say, though her voice was soft and fond. “C’mon, you gonna make some room in your pigpen for me?”

Cédric pulled away for a brief moment to yank her down with them.

“Better than yours.” he sneered.

(Alternatively: in which Cédric spends a slightly atypical heat with his mates.)

Notes

for day 16 of @domaystic: sleeping habits AND day 16 of may trope mayhem (hosted by @duckprintspress): non-traditional alpha/beta/omega dynamics. just a cute lil thing for cjc

[imakemywings]

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Characters: Elrond, Elros, Elwing, Earendil

Summary: One late summer day, a postcard comes for Elrond in the mailbox. Elros intercepts.

AN: Soooo this was actually for @domaystic 2022, but uhhh better late than never, right?

AO3 | Pillowfort

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He didn’t make a habit of waiting for the mailman, as there was usually nothing exciting in there for him, but that day he was waiting on a new set of paints he had ordered for his miniatures, so when he saw the familiar truck trundling down the quiet street, there was no reason not to hang around a few extra minutes. The shade of the tree in the front yard made it a decent place to sit and wait, listening to the occasional ambient dog bark or opening of a garage door.

           “Hey,” said the mailman—the same mailman who had been servicing their house as long as he could remember—when he stopped outside the red front gate. “Are you Elrond? I’ve got something for you.” He waved around a square of paper.

           “I’m Elrond,” said Elros, his eyes gleaming as he reached for the postcard. Who was writing his brother? A bit of lying could certainly be excused to figure that out, he thought as he scanned over the message, a grin spreading slowly across his face, particularly if the postman was too silly to tell them apart. Celebrian Celeborniel!

           “Elrond’s got a love letter!” he hollered, turning back towards the little adobe house with a triumphant wave of the postcard. “Hey, come and get Celebrian’s love note!” That got the front door swinging open right quick, and sensing his comeuppance rapidly approaching, Elros leaped up onto one of the low walls that bricked in the garden on either side of the pathway to the front door. “I so enjoyed your last letter I must confess to re-reading it on occasion!” he read aloud with delight.

           “Elros!”

           “What was that you said, Elros?” Adar was sticking his head out one of the front windows.

           “I said Elrond’s got a love letter!” Elros repeated. “And she misses you!�� he said to Elrond with the sappiest expression he could muster, while Elrond climbed onto the wall and tried to grab the postcard back.

           “Elros! Give me that! It’s not yours! You are so immature!”

           “Aren’t you a bit old for this, son?” Adar asked, to which Elros only grinned and danced back out of Elrond’s reach. The problem with his twin was that they were precisely the same height, which meant he had no advantage, despite having been born first (a fact which he seldom failed to bring to Elrond’s attention when he saw fit).

           “Celebrian is—a friend!” Elrond argued. “Stop making it sound salacious!” Shaking his head, Eärendil retreated inside and left his grown sons to their infantile game, which ended when Elrond quickly jabbed his elbow into Elros’ sternum and snatched the postcard out of his hand. “What are you, twelve?” he sniffed. Elros, between his wheezing and his laughter, did not get out a repost before Elrond flounced inside with Celebrian’s card.

           The miniature paints were not among the deliveries for the day.

“Bills, Adar,” said Elros, tossing the rest of the mail on the table as he entered, padding barefoot across a floor striped in dusty light filtering through the drawn shades. Naneth was down for a nap with a migraine, which meant the house was quiet.

           Eärendil waved his hand in acknowledgement from where he was in front of the TV, not looking over. Elros leaned until he could see the screen.

           “Is that Moby Dick?”

           It was, again. The Fifties version this time, looked like. Elros threw himself on the couch with his father to watch a while.

           Later, as afternoon bled into an warm, orange evening, he found Elrond lounging on the wooden boat Adar had constructed for them as children to play on, which featured a steering wheel at which they had spent many hours pretending to man groundbreaking voyages into seas unknown, often coaxing Adar into playing their sea monsters as needed. Naneth preferred playing the kind of sea monster that didn’t have to run around or get hit with things (she made a better navigator, Elros had told her then, and been delighted when she brought out a book of real maps on which to plot their adventures). Elrond was sitting along the railing at the prow, one leg hanging over the deck.

           Elros approached and leaned against the railing on the opposite side.

           “Drink?” he asked, offering Elrond one of the open beer bottles in his hand. With the hand not holding Celebrian’s card, Elrond took the bottle and knocked back a sip. “So…” said Elros. “Still talking to Celebrian then.”

           “Do not start,” Elrond said in a tone that made a grin break out across Elros’ face.

           “Come on,” Elros chided, swinging his bottle with two fingers. “It’s not like it’s a secret that you’re into her. You haven’t even seen her since her family was out here.” Elrond glared impotently, but opted to have another drink rather than argue. “So are you going tell her, or what?”

           Elrond shrugged noncommittally.

           “This isn’t a good time,” he said. “Her grandmother died.”

           “That was last year, dude,” said Elros. “It’s time for a new excuse.”

           “She’s having health problems,” said Elrond. Elros sobered at once.

           “Oh shit, really? Is she okay?”

           “You know she has the…” Fumbling for the name, Elrond gestured with the beer.

           “The autoimmune thing?” Elros supplied.

           “Yes. It’s been flaring up lately,” said Elrond.

           “How is she?”

           “She’s alright,” said Elrond. “It’s stressful, but she’s…” He flushed faintly. “The eternal optimist. She’ll be okay. But I don’t want to bother her.”

           “See, now I was thinking a love confession might cheer her up,” said Elros.

           “Yes, nothing like turning down a friend to cheer you up,” said Elrond. Elros rolled his eyes.

           “Don’t be such a downer. She’s going to say yes.” There was silence for a moment. “You want me to tell her?” Elros offered. “I’ll even do it over video call.”

           “Absolutely not!” Elrond exclaimed, looking at Elros in alarm. Elros grinned again, but stayed relaxed, lest Elrond think he had any real intention of carrying that out against his wishes. Elrond placed his bottle on the deck and began turning the postcard over between his hands, looking out distantly into the neighbor’s yard. An early-bird cricket was sounding off in a nearby bush as the sky’s blue deepened with the descent into evening. Elros swung his beer bottle between his fingers and breathed the mellow summer air and listened to the neighbors scraping their grill clean. The world was quiet and he felt inside like a glassy pool of water, placid, undisturbed.

“Hey,” said Elros. “You want to go to the beach? I saw Naneth waxing the boards earlier.”

           “Yeah?” Pulling himself from his considerations, Elrond looked at his twin.

           “Yeah,” Elros said, lifting his bottle to take another drink and then lowering it immediately. “I’ll drive.” Elrond grinned and took another drink himself.

           “Sure, let’s go,” he said, swinging himself off the railing. Inside, they made straight for the small room they had once shared and began to strip down.

           “Are you two going to the beach?” Adar asked, poking his head in. “Naneth waxed the boards earlier.”

           “Yeah, we’re going for a bit,” said Elros.

           “Great!” Adar beamed. “Sweetheart!” he called down the hall. “We’re going to the beach!”

           “Now wait a second—!” Elros gave up, as Adar was already out of earshot. “Damn, helping themselves right to an invitation,” he groused good-naturedly. Elrond just smiled and pulled on a rash guard.

           “Oh!” They heard Naneth distantly from the front room. “I just waxed the boards!” Elros made a face of exaggerated shock to Elrond, who snickered.

           With the speed of a family long on the coast, they shed their land skins for something more water appropriate and piled into the car, with only a brief disagreement about who was driving, which ended with Elros in the driver’s seat as planned, and Eärendil beside him, monopolizing the radio.

           Elwing, in the back with Elrond, said, “I heard you got a postcard from Celebrian today.” Elrond groaned and looked out the window, making Naneth laugh quietly. “You don’t have to talk about it,” she said. She placed one cool hand over his. “I’m glad you’re keeping in touch,” she said. “There’s something more personal about physical notes. Isn’t that so, darling?”

           “Absolutely!” said Adar enthusiastically. “I loved those letters with your handwriting, especially where it was smudged because you were writing too fast to let the ink dry!”

           “Naneth, haven’t you heard? They’re just friends,” said Elros.

           “And what were you doing skulking around the mailbox anyway?” Naneth asked.

           “…waiting for the paints I ordered,” Elros admitted.

           “And Elrond is the one being mocked?” Adar joked.

           “Says the man with a ship-in-a-bottle collection!” Elros exclaimed with jaw-dropped indignation.

           “Those are art,” said Adar, at which Naneth made a slightly pained expression.

           “So are my figurines!” Elros insisted.  

           “Let’s not distract the driver, hm?” Naneth suggested before the debate on the artistry of Warhammer miniatures could get too involved.

           They piled out of the car in a sandy parking lot as the sinking sun blew the sky into a riot of color, turning the ocean into a glittering expanse of fallen stars.

           “Last one to the water drives home!” Adar announced when he was already halfway to the sand and Elros still getting his board off the roof.

           “Cheating!” Elros shouted, taking off with a serious lack of care for where that board was swinging, in the opinions of Elrond and Elwing, who both jumped back out of the way. Adar’s head start proved insurmountable and Elros splashed into the water moments after him.

           “Are you having a nice break, Elrond?” Naneth asked as she and Elrond beat a more sedate route to the water. Elrond watched Adar and Elros paddling out. Adar paused and turned to look back, as if to make sure Naneth was coming, and waved when he saw them. Naneth waved back and while Elros continued out into the deeper water, Adar waited for the other two to catch up.

           “Yes,” Elrond said decisively. “It’s good to be home.”

[queuebird]

26. losing each other in the crowd

T, Hannibal, Will/Hannibal, 428 words

For day 26 of Domaystic 2022

One moment Will is by Hannibal’s side, and the next he’s gone.

Hannibal finishes his purchase and turns back, scanning the farmers market crowd. He pushes through the group outside the next stand in the row, then retraces his steps back through the market.

Will is conversing with another shopper in the patch of grass between a tea place and the meat vendor’s tent. He’s nervous, but the usual amount when he interacts with a stranger. Hannibal can’t see the other man’s face, but whatever he says makes Will smile, and then laugh. The man leans in closer to speak to Will.

Hannibal approaches the two. Will doesn’t notice. He’s smiling at the man again.

“Will,” Hannibal says. “I lost you.”

Will turns that smile on Hannibal. “Hi,” he says. “Um, yeah, I just met Pierre here.”

“Hello.” Pierre waves. He is dark-eyed and dark-haired, and young.

Hannibal looks at him, then looks back at Will. He slides his hand into the small of Will’s back and puts his mouth to Will’s ear.

“I’m finished here,” he murmurs. “Let’s leave.”

Will blinks at him. He draws his eyebrows together, then nods.

…

“What was that?” Will asks, shutting the front door behind himself.

Hannibal heads into the kitchen and begins methodically putting away the food.

“I can’t make friends, is that it?” Will continues from behind him, louder.

“We must be careful about the company we keep,” Hannibal says. “We don’t know who—”

“I’m not your property,” Will snaps, his anger bubbling over.

Hannibal twists to look at Will curiously.

“Aren’t you?” he asks.

Will stares at him with his mouth open, then whirls around and stalks off.

…

“Will?” Hannibal taps at Will’s bedroom door with a knuckle. “Will. Dinner is ready. Will?”

When there’s only silence, Hannibal tries the knob. It’s open.

Will is curled up on his bed in the darkness, turned away from the door. Hannibal approaches and sits on the edge of the bed.

“Will,” he says again, softly.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” Will mutters.

“Be reasonable.”

Will sits up. “There’s nowhere I can go that is away from you,” he says, twisting a hand into his own hair. “You’re always there.”

“It’s a source of comfort for you.”

Will deflates.

“It is,” he says, low. “But sometimes it isn’t.”

“You are mine.”

Will closes his eyes.

“Yes, I am,” he says, even quieter.

Hannibal touches the side of Will’s head.

“Will you come have dinner with me?” he asks.

Will nods, and they leave for the dining room, together.

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Confessions And Wrong Numbers - Elle Greenaway/JJ Jareau, Alex Blake/Tara Lewis

A/N: Day 25 for @domaystic​ .

“Alex?” Alex’s voice falters then and JJ almost laughs at the sigh that follows. “Don’t tell me I misdialed…” “Well, unless I somehow changed my name to Tara Lewis… yeah, you did.” “Oh god.” “Don’t… don’t worry.” JJ’s laugh is gentle, kind. “Listen, I think Tara wants to talk to you too…” “How…?” “She misdialed too.” Elle’s voice is warm, a laugh following even as she rings off with Tara. “Maybe you two should just go get coffee?” “Probably.” Alex mutters and Elle laughs softly. “Well, at least you didn’t call Hotch, right Jayje?” “Oh. God. I forgot about that…” JJ groans even as Alex laughs. “Talk about embarrassing…” “Didn’t help he’d literally just fired me.” Elle teases and JJ groans again. “Don’t remind me.” “Alright well… I’ll… try and get hold of Tara now.” Alex murmurs. “Thanks girls…” Later, a few weeks later, Elle smirks as she points out Tara and Alex together. “Guess she finally got the right number.”

[incurable-peppermint]

Fandom: My Little Pony Generation 4: Friendship Is Magic (Cartoon 2010) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Princess Luna/Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic) Series: Part 25 of Domaystic 2023 <3 Summary:

Twilight Sparkle has been sending friendly letters back and forth with Luna on top of her normal letters to Celestia. Her correspondences left her distracted enough that she needed a friendship lesson to get her thoughts back in order.

@domaystic​ 2023 prompt 25: Misdailed Calls

[kalira]

Earthly Expedition

Written for @domaystic! Day 11: volunteering

T; 1.6k Harlock/Yama, Tochiro (Arcadia)

With the Arcadia's greenhouse bay now well established, the plants growing there can be carefully diversified via an expedition down to the Earth's surface to collect new samples; Yama stepping forward as the one to do that, as a matter of course, brings up some unexpected revelations.

[domaystic]

Domaystic 2023 is back!

link to bigger image: click here

[Image description: a blue clothes hanger with clips where socks are drying under the sun; among the socks the word domyastic is separated in three parts and hanged as well. On the right side: the list of 31 prompts and 5 alternatives.]

Hello! This is THE post for DOMAYSTIC 2023 :D

Domaystic is the combination of “domestic” and “May” and it's a prompt event run on May based on the domestic trope: anything inside, outside, beside the house or that has that normalcy flavor of everyday life.

If any of these prompts inspire your muse, please, don’t hesitate and join!

Text prompts

01 Housewarming   02 A stash of...   03 List   04 Packed lunch    05 Learning something new   06 Under the same umbrella    07 Stained clothes   08 The things in that drawer    09 Mistaken identity   10 Bath   11 Volunteering   12 Crisis    13 Taking turns   14 Parade   15 Junkmail    16 Sleeping habits   17 Marked date on calendar    18 Discount at favourite store   19 Police at the door    20 In the nearby park   21 Handmade gift   22 S/o on the local news    23 Small couch   24 Secret language   25 Misdialed calls    26 Sounds from above   27 Passage through a fence 28 Recycling   29 Lottery   30 Feeling of doing nothing    31 Midnight snack

Alternatives

A. No, no, don't lift it!   B. There's a ... in the room! C. Stop the car, now!   D. Look, I made it work! E. Oh, I can't wait to do it!

Text prompts in German: click here Text prompts in Spanish: click here Text prompts in Italian: click here Text prompts in French: click here

Lots of text under the cut!

General rules and guidelines

All fandoms or original content are welcome.

Any kind of media is welcome: fanfiction, fanart, fanmixes, puzzles, diy art, quizzes, podfics, edits, fic recs or whatever it is you feel like doing. That’s all good.

No restrictions in ships, size, min/max word count or the language you want to write into.

As last year, feel free to mix the domestic prompt with anything you like: more drama and lots of crying? YES! The thrill of an investigation for the disappearance of your characters’ fave socks? YES!

There's one prompt for each day for a total of 31 prompts + 5 alternatives with an exclamation point at the end (predictable!).

You can share your work on any platform you like. If you share it on tumblr and tag the blog, I’ll reblog it.

Combine more prompts together? That’s fine but I will reblog the entry only once here on tumblr.

Combine these prompts with another event? Fine too.

You don’t have to do all the prompts to join the event. Do the ones you enjoy.

The event is consistently checked upon during the month of May, but in case you want to share your creation at a later date, you can. I just reblog on a lower pace after May is over.

As for the reblogs, last year I gave myself a bit of an headache, so this time I’d like to try it this way: once the day of the corresponding prompt comes, people will post their work and then I’ll reblog it when that day comes for me too. Does it make sense? I hope so. I’ll miss the world clocks but let’s just trust each other.

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Hi, @thebigbangblogproject​ can you reblog this?

[alidravana]

Day 1. Housewarming

Planned to do some drabbles for @domaystic's prompts this month only for the first drabble to end up at over 700 words...oops?

Will plan to tidy this up and post to A03 eventually, but here's a scene from the 'Leave a Light On' canon divergence, where Kick reflects on his and Hesh's journey towards buying a house, for Day 1: housewarming.

Home.  A four letter word that means so much more; a place to feel safe, to be warm, to be loved.

Kick never had one when he was growing up.  His mother had taken off, his brother abused his trust, and he never felt safe around his father, not with all his side comments about people like him.  As soon as he was old enough, he took off, south towards Mexico, intending to get lost in a sea of people and culture.  

It worked for a while.  He found a girl, thought he was in love, made some friends.  He finally thought he was closer to making that home, only to find himself knocked off his feet, the rug pulled out from under him again.  

After literally stumbling into the Ghosts, it took a long time for him to get comfortable with the team, to accept the brotherly bond that Ajax and Keegan were offering, and to accept the safety that the team so freely granted.  Once he settled in, he was happy.  He had found his home.  Until Rorke came along and took his brothers away, one by one.  

Kick never blamed Hesh for going after Rorke that day, only wishing that he had been by his side.  He was by Hesh’s side the next time they tried, and that time, they were successful.  But while dead bodies tell no lies, they don’t tell anything else either, and so the next few years, they searched, hunting down any clue, tracking down any trace of Logan but ended up with nothing.

Kick knew that to this day, that Hesh believed Logan was alive, and there were times that Kick wished he still believed that too.  But Hesh had finally taken the steps towards healing too.  

They both decided to retire from service.  It had been a bit harder for Hesh, having planned on staying in the military longer term, just like his father.  The only thing that had Kick staying around in the first place was the team itself, and the Ghosts were a shell of what had existed before; Merrick and Keegan retiring not long after they lost Logan.  Neptune was now the last soldier standing.

It had taken them a while to find the right house; Hesh wanting some distance from town, Kick wanting a large enough garage for all his toys, and both of them wanting to have a handful of spare rooms to have the rest of the team over.  

But here they were, standing at the foot of their sidewalk, two sets of keys securely in each of their hands, staring at each other almost in disbelief.

“Ready?” Kick asked Hesh, reaching out to grab his hand.  

“I still can’t believe we have a house,” Hesh replied with a grin, leaning in to plant a kiss on Kick’s cheek.  

Kick allowed Hesh to go first, falling in behind him as they headed towards the front door, only to find himself smacking against Hesh’s back as his partner stopped abruptly.

“Uhh...Hesh?  Why’d you stop?” Kick asked, trying to peer around his partner’s broad shoulders.  

“Did you buy those flowers?” Hesh asked, sounding alarmed as he pointed at the large pot of sunflowers that were sitting on the front step.

“N-no?” Kick replied, looking at his partner curiously, unsure why Hesh was seeming concerned.

“They were mom’s favourite flowers…” Hesh said softly, almost a whisper as he bent down by the pot, his fingers flickering through the leaves, as if he was looking for something.  “Dad always made sure to get some for her birthday.”

Kick’s eyes flickered to the surrounding area, quickly scanning for signs that anyone was around, or that anyone had been around.  His mind was telling him that they had to have been left by their agent, or the previous owners, but there was something about the whole set up that left him feeling unmoored.  

“Sorry,” Hesh muttered, standing back up suddenly, sliding his arm around Kick’s waist.  “Got a bit side tracked there.  Ready to have sex in every room?” Hesh asked with a wink, his hand sliding lower to squeeze Kick’s butt.

Kick grinned in response, sliding out of Hesh’s grip to make a dash for the door.  

“First one in tops!”

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Domaystic 02 - A stash of [cookies]

Alright, keeping up with my "every second day" schedule, the second prompt from @domaystic has gone up today! :)

I decided that the "Stash" in the prompt was a stash of gingerbread cookies - and that certain chaotic kids were about to steal themselves some.

And somehow the rope their grandfather into it.

Obligatory tags for @udaberriwrites @kayedium-writes @lena-hills and @tsunderewatermelon

[badassbutterfly1987]

Domaystic prompts

housewarming

a stash of... (aciag)

list

packed lunch (Justine + Theo)

learning something new

under the same umbrella

stained clothes (Harry + Murphy)

the things in that drawer

mistaken identity

bath (Lara + Thomas)

volunteering

crisis

taking turns (Thomas/Justine)

parade

junk mail

sleeping habits

marked date on calendar

discount at favorite store

police at the door

in the nearby park

handmade gift (Harry + Theo)

s/o on local news (Harry/Murphy)

a small couch

secret language

misdialed calls

sounds from above

passage through a fence

recycling (Harry + Thomas)

lottery

feeling of doing nothing

midnight snack (Thomas + Inari)

[if-not-now-tell-me-when]

Spoilers

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

“Reid!” Morgan’s booming voice preceded him through the bullpen, and Reid stifled a smile.

Morgan tossed a hardcover book on the desk in front of him, and Reid attempted to mold his face into a mask of innocence. “Yes?”

“Oh don’t give me that look, pretty boy. What is this?” Morgan brandished a neon orange sticky note at him.

“I haven’t a clue what you mean.” Reid leaned back in his chair, steepling his long fingers under his chin and quirking an eyebrow.

Morgan pressed his palms into the desk and leaned over it. “I told you yesterday over dinner I was starting this book, and today I found this note on the front cover that reads ‘Paul is put on public trial, the general population riots and Paul, Finnerty and Lasher surrender themselves.’”

“And what makes you think I did that?”

“I may not be a genius, but I can add two and two together, pretty boy. I told you, who can read 20,000 words a minute, I was going to read this brand-spanking new book and this morning I found the ending written on a Post-It right on the cover.”

Reid leaned forward slightly, deliberately lowering his voice. “Purely circumstantial evidence.” He gave a small provocative smile and ran his tongue just barely across his lower lip, knowing Morgan's eyes would be watching

“Oh, that’s how you want to play it.” Morgan leaned closer, poking a finger into his chest.

“Oh yes…Derek…” He lowered his voice further, feeling a slight thrill run down his spine, "I do."

“Bring. It.” Morgan winked, brought a hand up to ruffle Reid’s hair, and then turned to walk away.

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A Stash Full Of Memories

Click on the title to read on AO3

“What’s this?” Aaron chuckled as he reached into the box that David had so carelessly left on the table. 

“Private,” he barked before he could stop himself.

Aaron pulled a face. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to –” 

“I know.” Sighing, David wiped a hand over his face. “They’re pictures, trinkets, just… little things. They used to belong to Jason. You know, before he…” 

Aaron nodded solemnly. “I understand.” 

David watched his friend turn away from the box. A heavy feeling settled on his chest and his treacherous lips wouldn’t remain sealed any longer. “I loved him, you know.” 

Aaron nodded once more. “He was a hard man to like, but an easy one to love.” 

“Yeah…” David took a strengthening sip of his whiskey. He wasn’t going to say any more, he decided. The liquid gently burned his throat and warmed his cold heart. “Not like that,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure if Aaron heard him, but he said it again, louder now. “Not like that. I didn’t love him like that. I was – no, I am still in love with him. And some days I don’t know how to go on without him. There are days I don’t want to, either.”  He didn’t look at Aaron, but still felt the younger man’s examining gaze. After a handful of seconds, a warm hand landed on David’s shoulder. “I know,” Aaron said softly.