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pigeon-tracks · 7 months
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Day 1: Domestic
From @bluebellofbakerstreet prompt list
I have a very busy month so no way I'll hit EVERY day or hit it to this level of completion but I'll certainly hit what I can~
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lanming-art · 2 years
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Here is my little draw for InuKag Week (Day 1). I hope you'll like it guys 🥰🌺
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Do not repost without credits, do not edit or erase the sign ☺🥰
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theroseangel321 · 2 years
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#inukagweek Day 1: Domestic Kagome wanted to watch the sunset but fell asleep in inuyasha's arms from a long day. Inu smiled as he watched his sweet loving wife fall asleep.
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loomka · 10 months
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had a silly smile plastered on my face for two whole hours
lan zhan being cheeky and playing around - regaining back his childhood and allowing himself the freedom to be someone else than the almighty hanguang jun is beautiful to me :')
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Heyo! ( not me having to look up eastern time cause I'm not in that ) (((if I sent this at the wrong time just ignore I'm so sorry)))
Okie (also sorry if I don't format this completely correctly) May I request Sebek with the prompt rainy night? (Romantic please, and for emojis maybe 🍁✨️, and if possible fluff) and for backup characters ummm Vil with prompt 1 and Epel with prompt 7.
Gosh I hope I did that right. Anyways thank you Dove! I hope that you have a great rest of your day. Also, make sure to be taking breaks and time for yourself! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 Thank you! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
Rainy Night; Sebek Zigvolt
Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship
Word Count; 700+
Author's Note; No need to worry, everything looks great, Faye! I completely forgot about the emojis, but I tried my best to fit them in. Enjoy some Becky content! WOE, CROCODILE BE UPON THEE!
As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist
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So much for a perfect seaside getaway, but Sebek could not account for a freak storm, so the two of you were stuck inside for the night, and reservations at the restaurant were cancelled due to the downpour. So, he was in a bit of a sour mood, hanging above him much like the dark storm clouds in the sky. Yet you weren’t in such a dire mood, and that helped take his mind off of things… somewhat.
“Aren’t you upset that our reservation was cancelled,” he huffed, turning his glare to the storm outside which seemed to mock him, slapping large leaves against the glass, which was like the storm slapping him in the face. “You were looking forward to it more than me.”
You looked over your shoulder, taking in the rare sight of Sebek in comfy clothes. To be fair the only reason he was wearing the fluffy pyjama pants and a white tank top was because you had gifted them to him. Even though it was something as simple as sleep clothes, Sebek treasured them.
“We can always go another night, sweetie,” you hummed, “besides, I would rather eat your cooking any night.” 
Sebek grumbled but didn’t argue with you, knowing full well that you would just shower him with sweet yet incredibly embarrassing praise for what he deemed as mediocre cooking at best. To be fair, you did call him your ‘pookie-bear’ in front of Malleus and Lilia — yeah, he nearly died that day, and Silver brings it up every now and then. 
“Besides,” you blew off the dust from a book, “I would rather read with you!” 
So that’s what you were searching for? A book? Sebek raised an eyebrow. You would rather read a book with him? And Sebek felt his face heating up. The two of you had been together for quite some time now, but Sebek always went warm when you did something simple, small, yet sweet. Those would leave him more pink and more warm than any grand gesture, because they weren’t planned. They were just something you naturally did, and that flustered him like nothing else.
Sebek cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. “And what has caught your attention, love?” Even with his terms of endearment, he was formal, respectful.
You waddled over, and showed him the cover. “Crocodile Knight!” 
“A children’s picture book?” Sebek hadn’t seen that book since he was a kid, and it did bring back some fond memories for him, but he still wondered why you looked so excited.
“Mhm!” You plopped next to Sebek on the couch, worming yourself next to his side until you were practically trying to merge with him. “Plus you’re my knight, and a crocodile, seems fitting! So, can you read it to me? Pretty pleaseeeeeee? My big, strong, scaly, knight?”
Sebek felt himself grow warm in the face and knew his ears must have been glowing from your giggling. He knew that he should have saved showing you the itty bitty scales that he had until later, but you had insisted on seeing them. “I-I guess I can read you a bit,” he surrendered, knowing that you would win this one.
He started reading, his voice steady and strong, only wavering when he felt you shift beside him. But he stopped reading when he felt your head rest against his shoulder. Glancing at you from the corner of his eye, he made direct eye contact with you; you were looking at him and not the book.
“I thought you wanted me to read this to you,” Sebek restrained himself from letting his loud nature win, making his voice crack a bit. “But you’re looking at me instead of the book?!”
You sighed, and placed a kiss to his jaw, which made him get quiet real fast. “Because you’re my crocodile knight, my beautiful crocodile knight,” you murmured.
Sebek closed the book, putting a bookmark in place so the two of you could revisit it at a later time. There was no chance that he could focus on reading when you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes.
So, instead, the two of you got into a comfortable cuddling position, got cozy under some blankets, and fell asleep in each other’s arms with the sound of rain and thunder aiding you to sleep.
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Tags; @xxoomiii @twistwonderlanddevotee @savanaclaw1996 @ryker-writes [come get ur mans]
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boltsinmycereal · 1 year
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✨Besties who are sick together stick together✨
Ft. Sleepy Lando in Max’s stream
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mattzerella-sticks · 10 days
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No but imagine Buck-and-Eddie as roommates AND Buck still dating Tommy by end of s7/beginning of s8.
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katrasining · 8 months
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KagihiraWeek2023 Day 1: Gift Giving / Domestic
Hirano's earring collection grows www
▶️ Day 2
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sapphicbitch77 · 12 days
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Self control? I had self control once. They put me in a hab, a planty hab. A planty hab with rocks. Rocks? I hate rocks. They make me lose self control. Self control? I had self control once. They put me in-
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lumoth · 8 months
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Okaeri Domestic BKDK Week Day 4 Prompt - Cooking! "You're doing it all wrong!" Moth
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densi-mber · 5 months
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A/N: Happy first day of Densimber to you all! As always, we begin with decoration day. Thanks to @mashmaiden for collaborating on this story.
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Traditions Come and Go
“Baby, I told you I could get that,” Deeks said, hurrying towards Kensi as she toted a storage container of Christmas decorations through the house.
“It’s not that heavy,” Kensi insisted, shifting the box out of his reach as he attempted to take it. “You’ve been doing everything around here for weeks. Or at least attempting to. I can manage this.”
“I don’t want you to strain yourself.”
“Baby, I appreciate that, but just because I’m pregnant—”
“32 weeks pregnant,” Deeks interjected smoothly. Kensi sighed, accepting his point.
“Yes, I am. I can also squat with a 15 pound dumbbell in each hand,” she reminded him gently. “I don’t think this is going to strain me.”
“Ok, touché.” Deeks grinned self-deprecatingly. “Sorry.”
“It’s ok, I know you mean well.” She stretched to lean over the container and kiss him. “And who knows, in a couple weeks, I might change my mind and want you to do everything.”
“You just say the word,” he said, stealing another kiss.
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Rosa arrived home just as they were unwrapping the now dozens of decorations they’d collected over the years. An entire bin is dedicated to various ornaments Roberta had passed down.
“Oh, I’m glad I didn’t miss everything,” Rosa sighed, hurrying to set her backpack and shoes to the side. She’d woken up early to pick out a tree with Kensi and Deeks before heading out for classes.
“Like we’d start without you,” Deeks scoffed. He patted the spot on the couch next to him. “Grab a seat and start unwrapping.”
“What is this?” Rosa asked, grimacing at a freshly revealed horse with pink hair and an oddly creepy expression.
“Grandma Deeks’ idea of a joke.”
“She said it was a family heirloom,” Kensi added.
“I don’t remember seeing it last year.” Rosa turned the ornament from side to side, seeming caught between interest and mild disgust.
“Yeah, that’s because we usually never, ever take it out,” Deeks explained. He took it from Rosa, tucking it back in with the rest of the unwanted and boring ornaments. “I’m thinking maybe this year it should meet with an unfortunate and tragic end. Do you think a fiery death is plausible?”
“Or we could just pass it on to our beloved oldest child,” Kensi suggested with mock innocence. “Keep the tradition going.”
“Oh, no thank you,” Rosa said quickly, raising her hands as she chuckled nervously. “I’m good. Though I wouldn’t say no to that aqua one over there.”
“That’s one of my—mmm.” Stopping mid-thought, Kensi rubbed a hand over her lower ribs, wincing for a few seconds.
“Was it croissant or donut this time?” Deeks asked.
“Donut, I think,” Kensi replied, arching her back. “I swear these kids are practicing for a soccer match with how much they kick.”
“Are you ok?” Rosa checked.
“Yeah, they’re getting stronger, but I’m fine. I guess they just wanted to join in on the fun.”
“But maybe hang out for a couple more weeks,” Deeks suggested, resting his hand over Kensi’s stomach.
“So, do you want to put the outside decorations up when we’re done here?” Rosa asked once they had lights strung around the tree.
“Actually, since things are going to be extra crazy this year with all the baby prep, we decided to just decorate inside this year,” Deeks explained.
“But you love Decoration Day.” While initially bemused by Deeks’ excitement last year on December 1st, Rosa had quickly been caught up in the general festivities and greatly enjoyed the entire premise.
“I do, but it’s only one year.” Deeks couldn’t deny he was a little disappointed at the thought of missing out on one of their traditions. He knew they’d barely notice though as everything picked up in the next few weeks.
“You know I’d help,” Rosa offered. “I can hold the ladder and even go on the roof if you want.”
“I really appreciate that, Rosalind, but you have your classes and finals to study for. It’ll be ok.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. It’s not the first time it’s happened,” Kensi said. “The year we moved here, we were so busy packing and going to showings that we never got around to it.”
“Next year we’ll just have to do something extraordinary to make up for it,” Deeks suggested.
“Now, that worries me a little bit.” Not sounding worried in the least, Kensi pushed herself off the couch.
“Where are you going?”
“To get those Christmas cookies you guys made,” Kensi replied. “You should never decorate on an empty stomach.”
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jess-oui · 2 years
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..This is ‘domestic’, right? 😘💐
Happy InuKag week! I’m going to try and do as many days as possible! 🥰
💗 Day 1: “Domestic”  💗
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strwberieswsugar · 11 months
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13 YEARS LATER INTER IS IN THE CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL AND STILL THE LAST ITALIAN TEAM TO WIN UCL
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yokozawass-fan-account · 11 months
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I wake up to the sounds of You
It usually starts with the smell of coffee. The familiar aroma floats in the air, slips under the bedroom door and comes to tickle his nostrils, gently pulling him towards consciousness. The tip of his tongue emerges between his lips in an unconscious gesture, as if to taste the scent around him. His eyes flutter open and it takes a few minutes before they get accustomed to the light that the thin curtains let through, but he can already identify the outlines of his nightstand and the shape of the wardrobe in the corner. He was told that the lack of darkness would help him wake up more easily in the morning, but the fact that it works doesn’t mean he has to like it. 
Zen rolls on his back to stare at the ceiling. The space next to him is empty but still lukewarm, and the sounds he hears coming from the kitchen tells him all he needs to know. He breathes deeply and stares at the ceiling, listening to Hiyori’s footsteps as she runs around, opening and closing cupboards, and his lover’s voice telling her not to run because it’s dangerous and she could get hurt. She says not to worry and that he’s really such a mother, and soon after Zen hears her squeal and laugh and he knows she just received a spray of droplets from the fogger Takafumi usually uses for the plants. Zen smiles because that happened to him too. 
He doesn’t understand what Takafumi says next, but since Hiyori’s footsteps are approaching, he can guess.
There’s a knock at the door before it cracks open to reveal his teenage daughter’s face.
“Dad? It’s time to get up. Onii-Chan made waffles!”
Zen hums that he’ll be there in a minute.
“I’ll tell Onii-Chan,” Hiyori says, “but if you don’t hurry, I’ll give your waffles to Sorata!”
She closes the door and goes back to the kitchen. Zen hears the two of them betting on how many waffles they can eat before he gets out of bed and it makes him want to get up quicker. He sits up, stretches–his joints crack a lot these days but he tries to ignore that–and walks to the wardrobe. Everything is perfectly folded, ironed and arranged by color and weather, with Takafumi’s favorites on top though the man would never admit it. It’s reassuring to know that his lover isn’t done providing him with things to tease him about. 
Zen dresses up in a pair of jeans and a shirt that he knows makes Takafumi look twice, then he leaves the room to join the breakfast table. On his way, he sees Sorata sprawled across Hiyori’s bed, sleeping soundly.
They eat in a lively atmosphere; talking about Hiyori’s current school project and what they have planned for the upcoming weekend–and, yes, Takafumi did look twice. Then Hiyori has to go or she’ll miss the bus. 
Takafumi gets up to help her put the dirty dishes in the sink and soon after they’re both at the door saying their goodbyes. Hiyori shouts “See you tonight, dad! Love you!” to which Zen replies that he loves her too. Soon after, Takafumi is back at the table, sipping his coffee with his face buried into the newspaper.
“You look like an old man when you do that,” Zen teases.
“Says the guy who needs glasses to read a text on his phone,” Takafumi retorts.
Ouch. Zen laughs, and though Takafumi doesn’t, he can see in the wrinkles around his eyes that he’s smiling.
They finish eating while discussing whether or not they should buy a new bicycle for Hiyori’s graduation; after all, she’ll be going to high school next year and her old one is too small for her to cover long distances with.
“Still, I’d rather she took the bus next year too. The school is too far, it’s not safe by bike,” Zen states as he finishes his cup.
A few seconds pass before Takafumi replies, “Maybe we should move closer then.”
Takafumi’s suggestion surprises Zen and he looks up to see that his lover has opened the newspaper in a way that hides his whole face from him. He doesn’t need to ask to understand the implications in Takafumi’s words. He reflects that there have been a few signs already, like Takafumi not saying a word about renewing the lease on his own apartment even though it was coming up in a few weeks, or how he doesn’t insist on sleeping in the guestroom anymore, or simply the fact that he has been staying with them every night for two months straight. He smiles for himself, because he should know by now that Takafumi will always find a way to surprise him. And he’s happy, so happy to be surprised like that.
“Yeah… Yeah, maybe we should. Somewhere with a garden, we could grow vegetables.”
Takafumi lowers his newspaper, “We could. I’ll call a college friend of mine. She’s a real estate agent, I’m sure she’ll find something for us.”
For us, those are words Zen loves to hear; he feels like they bring him luck. Their eyes meet and without another word, the matter is settled.
Once they’re done with breakfast, they clear the table. Takafumi rinses the dishes before giving them to Zen who puts them in the dishwasher, and the silence is comfortable. 
Takafumi has to leave first–an early reunion with some of Emerald’s editors–so they don’t have time for their usual second-coffee-on-the-couch, but it’s okay, there’s still tomorrow and all the days after.
In the entryway, Takafumi reminds him that there’s a bentô for him in the fridge and that he better not find out later that Zen forgot it again. He puts his shoes and coat on, seemingly unfazed by Zen’s gaze on him, before grabbing his suitcase.
“I’m off.” Takafumi declares.
Zen smile widens, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
Takafumi blushes but steps forward anyway. Zen leans in, hands on his lover’s cheeks as he joins their lips. The kiss is chaste and soft, nothing like the ones they share in the bedroom. This one means something very special, not just ‘I love you’.
It means ‘Wait for me, I’ll be back soon”.
edit: beta-read by my friend rybread <3
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devtemrys · 7 months
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sans/Sans (Undertale) Characters: Sans (Undertale), Lots of AU san variants Additional Tags: Dev shows you mercy, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Reapertale Sans (Undertale), Aftertale Geno Sans (Undertale), Aftertale Geno Sans/Reapertale Sans (Undertale), New Family, Parenthood, Idiots in Love Summary:
The poll determined Fluff would prevail this year. Enjoy the fluffy break.
While it lasts.
@flufftober Decided to do Fluff and not Whump this year!
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Your character is you know more maternal and more um truly engaged with whats going on with him. -Lamorne 
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