#domestic af

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Buddie Moments Per Episode: 6x12 Recovery  

[hellcheerficdatabase]

Cocoon

Author: @astridmyrna

Rating/Warning: General

Chapter Count: 1/1

Description: Thunderstorm at Castle Munson, time for some cuddles

Tags: alternate universe, established relationship, fluff, comfort, domestic AF, cute lil drabble, in my feels w/this drabble, Eddie POV, one-shot, drabble, status: completed

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Bitches, literally last night I dreamed this fucking headcanon. Ok, so it’s the middle of the Trojan war and Odysseus gets a fedex package from his wife. He opens it up and immediately gets tears in his eyes because it’s full of just enough chocolate chip cookies to share with the Ithiccan army but none for Achilles. He’s so happy. The cookies are still gooey and warm and even in my dream I wonder how. Then it hits me: because Athena favors her, all Penelope’s domestic pursuits are magical. Not just weaving. So of course she can bake cookies that stay warm in the mail.

That was it. That was my dream. I just remembered. If you actually read to the end, thank you. I feel like a dork.

[smeddiemunson]

Inspired by @yendts and @mook-and-phoenix art. Merry Christmas!!

Robin didn’t like holiday parties. They’re too loud, the people suck, and the buffet is always a selection of fancy meat canapés and virtually nothing that suits the vegan lifestyle.

But there were a few perks.

“You should meet my partner, Chris!” Was Robin’s favourite way to get out of conversations that were bordering on flirtatious from the male side of the equation. Sure she could politely decline their advances, tell them she was seeing someone or even outright tell them she’s a lesbian, but nothing beat the look of embarrassment that crossed those men’s faces when it was revealed Chris was actually Chrissy.

Chrissy did the same.

Robin leaned around the tall guy, trying to spot her girlfriend in the crowd— easier said than done since she was at least a head shorter than everyone else in attendance. He was wearing a soft blue sweater and beige khaki’s that made her miss Steve, who had bailed on the party because Eddie had gotten sick from the snowball fight he instigated without wearing a coat, or gloves, or anything even remotely resembling warm, and Steve begged off to play nurse.

She thought she saw Chrissy’s sparkly dress flash between bodies and started pushing towards it, calling “Chris! Chris!” as she went.

Her shouting seemed to separate the bodies quicker until Chrissy was finally revealed to her. She wore her hair down out of it’s usually pony with soft curls and a dress made up of emerald coloured sequins that swished around her thighs, falling just above her knee. It should have looked silly, gaudy with the gold jewellery but she pulled it off.

“Robbie!” Chrissy called back, as she heard her.

They both rushed to meet in the middle, taking each others hands and sparing a moment to press their foreheads together.

Robin turned back to the guy she had been chatting to. “This is Chris. Chrissy. My girlfriend.”

Sometimes the men would force themselves to engage in polite conversation, to grin through their embarrassment. This one just walked away.

Chrissy giggled behind her hand. “That’s not very nice.”

Robin glanced down at her outfit; dark grey dress trousers with a matching blazer and simple silky red tank top. “I thought he could use a more obvious hint about how not into guys I am.”

Chrissy rolled her eyes fondly. “Do you want to dance?” She asked instead of commenting further, then didn’t wait for Robin’s answer to start pulling her towards the dance floor.

The music playing wasn’t really the kind to dance to, but there were a few couples that were trying, turning lazily in circles and talking quietly to one another.

Chrissy placed her hands on Robin’s shoulder, pushing them up slightly to loosely grip the back of Robin’s neck and brush her fingers through her undercut.

Robin’s hands settled on Chrissy’s waist, tugging her closer so there wasn’t a breath unshared between them.

They swayed to the music and exchanged the gossip they’d heared throughout the night, betting on which bit of information Steve would be the most incensed about then they met up from a late brunch in the morning.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” Robin whispered into Chrissy’s ear as they shifted to turning in a circle with Chrissy’s head resting on Robin’s shoulder. “Things suck a lot less when you’re around.”

Chrissy hummed and twisted her head slightly so she could press a kiss onto Robin’s clavicle, leaving a faint line of red behind. “I love you, of course I’m here.”

Robin still got butterflies when she said it, still couldn’t believe that of all the people in the world, all the people vying for just a sliver of Chrissy’s attention, she had chosen her to give it to.

“What do you say about us bailing early?” Chrissy asked. “We’ve still got some of those cookies Steve made us left and I’m really craving a hot chocolate.”

“I’d say that sounds perfect,” Robin breathed. They had spent most of their twenties staying out late and making bad decisions, now all Robin ever wanted to do was stay in with Chrissy and have the same conversations over and over again.

“I’ll race you to the car.”

Robin stepped away from Chrissy with a grin and bounded over to the elevator that would take them down to the garage, laughing to herself as Chrissy shouted behind her about it being an unfair challenge while she was in heals.

Robin still held the elevator doors for her.

When they arrived home, Chrissy having dozed in the passenger seat as Robin navigated the roads, they both made a beeline for their bedroom. They started undoing their necklaces, pulling off their rings and taking out their earrings as they went.

Chrissy groaned when she took her heals off, collapsing onto the bed and throwing them into a corner to be dealt with in the morning.

It was the easiest thing in the world for Robin to sink to her knees on the floor and take one of Chrissy’s feet in her hands to start kneading the blood flow back into the right places.

“You’re so good at that,” Chrissy moaned. She shifted so she was leaning on her elbows and could look at Robin. “I love you so much.”

“I’ve had the practice,” Robin laughed. She pressed a kiss of Chrissy’s ankle, the fabric of the nylon tights tickling her lips. “If you didn’t have such a bee in your bonnet about being short and just wore flats…”

Chrissy tutted. “I’m telling Steve you said that.”

Robin shook her head with a smile and wisely didn’t say anything more, just picked up Chrissy’s other foot and started working on it.

They sat quietly, only the occasional rustle of their party clothes or Chrissy’s relieved moans taking up the space until Chrissy pulled her foot away from Robin’s grasped and sat herself up enough so she could tenderly cradle Robin’s face in her hands.

“Hot chocolate?” She asked.

Robin nodded. She turned her head to kiss Chrissy’s palm, squeezed her wrists and then stood up.

Her knees cracked and her legs had gone slightly numb but she didn’t mind it.

“Pyjamas first?”

They had new matching pyjama’s for the holiday season every year. This year they had simple tartan-style bottoms and soft, plain, long sleeved red shirts.

Robin unzipped Chrissy’s dress and Chrissy picked up all the clothes Robin dropped on the floor to put them away in the hamper. Easy, simple routine that only came with knowing each other so intimately.

“I’ll get started on the drinks while you take your make-up off,” Robin said gently.

Chrissy kissed her cheek as she passed her to disappear into their en-suit bathroom.

Robin went to the kitchen. She pulled out the mugs Eddie and Steve made for them in a pottery class they all took together. They were misshapen and weirdly coloured but they held heat better than any of the ikea mugs in their cupboard and matched a pair that resided in Eddie and Steve’s house.

Eddie made the best hot chocolate out of the little family they’d made all those years ago when they first moved to the city, but Robin was pretty good at replicating it. It would never be quiet the same but with some vegan cream and marshmallows on the top, it would do.

Chrissy appeared in the kitchen just as Robin was pouring the liquid into the mugs. She got the cookie jar down from the top of the fridge; put there in the hope that they wouldn’t eat Steve’s cookies all at once.

Robin put the finishing touches on the drinks then carried them over to the small breakfast bar. She grabbed the lighter from the cutlery drawer a lit the one candle— winter spice— in the kitchen and beckoned Chrissy over.

Chrissy set the cookie jar down in between the mugs and took the lid off. She took a cookie out and offered it Robin. They always did this when they shared something, whoever started first offered the thing out to the other.

They stayed up much later than they would if they had stayed at the party talking and giggling, drinking hot chocolate and eating cookies like they were at a sleepover, and Robin thought it was a much better way to spend her night.

[justangryingeneral]

So, can I get a nice little hair combing (or braiding) with either of the Yamaokas

God knows their hair is insane and likely also 70% supported by crusty blood so can I get the reader tryna sort out those tangled messes

Yes- yes this is good. I like to think it’s supported by the tears of people who rage quit tho >>:)

Kazan:

-1000% held up with blood and spite

-needs it combed BADLY, however it will take a lot for him to become vulnerable enough where he would let you close to him, let alone to care for him

-Oni realizes how bad his hair is when you begin combing out the mats, he tolerates pain well but he has no patients, so work in sections to give this man a break

-when it’s finally clean though, his hair feels supernaturally soft. Perhaps something to do with his spectral form? Either way, he doesn’t mind you admiring it

-Kazan is as gentle as can be when braiding your hair, his hands light as a feather over your head. He enjoys this dynamic between the two of you and having you sat in his lap is definitely a plus

-he will often put flowers or ribbons in your hair and tell you how gorgeous and handsome you are

Rin:

-is actually very particular about the way her hair sits. She fusses over her appearance a lot, not to seem vain- but she is a perfectionist

-approach her when she’s calm and she will do any sort of style you want, grazing her fingers over your scalp in a massage as you two talk about this or that

-granted if she’s mad best not to let her get too close. Even though Spirit would never hurt you on purpose, she tends to gesture and doesn’t want to end up smacking you in the head by accident

-her hair isn’t hard to clean out, as she takes care of it herself. However she doesn’t brush it as often as she needs to. She will be happy if you offer to do it for her

-Rin doesn’t like her hair touched too much, but she will let you wash or brush it. She likes her hair down or loosely tied up with a ribbon. She sees you caring for her and will return the favour 💙

[waroftheposes]

Also the baron and the sire have a BABYSITTER

[fandomsbyladymelodrama]

@salzrand​ - Domestic Lobsters doing domestic fluffy things <3

[jomiddlemarch]

cookies

You’d spent all day baking and the cookies weren’t even very good. The spices were old, unsourceable now that international trade was limited to what FEDRA could coordinate with what remained of the EU and Taiwan, and you hadn’t been able to barter for enough flour, but you knew Joel didn’t like custard or flan and anyway, neither felt very holiday-ish. You’d spent an hour scribbling out equations at the kitchen table, finally finding a reason for 7th grade math, still only getting a B+. You didn’t burn them, there was that.

And now there were crumbs in your bed.

[foramomentonly]

Lol Alex telling Michael all the stuff that doesn't work in their house like Michael isn't gonna fix it all and then some inside of a month.

[the-castle-of-dimitrescu]

Headcanon Time:

Alcina loves being Little Spoon.

She finds it adorable when Reader wants to cuddle her and be Big Spoon, puts up a little argument every time just for a reaction, then concedes when Reader pouts so adorably at her.

Then proceeds to roll over in the middle of the night, after Reader falls asleep, and spoons them herself.

[teddy--lupin]

Considering how annoyed Teddy had been at Louis for keeping him up during the most recent exams, Teddy was amazed when he got his grade and realised he'd passed with flying colours. It was his best mark on an Auror exam to date, so he wanted to celebrate. On his way home, he went to the shop and bought a whole load of alcohol and ingredients for Ratatouille, which he knew Louis liked. It was partly Teddy's way of apologising for bitching at Louis for being noisy while he was studying, and partly just as a fun way to let loose. It was funny, Teddy reflected, that once upon a time he would have gone straight to Vicki's when he'd had good news, and now he was going to spend time with her brother. Teddy felt like Louis had been a good influence on him, though - Teddy was more inclined to relax and have a laugh now than he was when he was with Vicki.

By the time Louis' key was turning in the lock, Teddy had almost finished making dinner and was already a couple of beers in, starting to dance around the kitchen to the music he was blasting. "Bonjour!" He called.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

I think we've reached maximum-level domesticity

[makeitp1nk]

Stains

For @domaystic prompt - painting the walls

Fandom: Harry Potter | Rated T | Warning: mention of sex | 100 words | Drarry

It’s a disaster. Pink splatter on the ceiling from when Teddy blew up his birthday cake with accidental magic. A green smear on the wall behind the counter from when Draco forgot to put the lid on the blender as he made a smoothie. The black patterns left behind the stove from when Harry burned the bolognese after deciding the only thing he wanted to make stir was Draco’s cock. These are just a few, stains line the walls of the kitchen in the cottage.

But it’s theirs. White walls painted with messes of memories, signs of a well-lived life.

AO3

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Me: *my weird little noises* *my weird little moves*

My husband: you are a muppet

[dollya-robinprotector]

Affirmation

[televised-eyes]

season 2 is crowley in his house husband era