#Domaystic2022

[diana-fortyseven]

Do-MAY-stic Day 16:

Safehouse

Teen & Up, Domestic Fluff, Found Family, Looking out the Window

Victoria gets distracted by something more interesting than her schoolwork. 47 thinks she has a point.

[Do-MAY-stic 2022 Masterlist]

[xonceinadream]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Glee Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff Series: Part 3 of Nanny!Blaine Summary:

Little moments in Blaine and Sebastian's lives that remind them they made the right choice to be together.

A few connected chapters for Domaystic 2022 on tumblr.

Day 5: (alt) What’s This Burning Smell? [SFW]

[somekndofnature]

No Other Way #22

Another for the domaystic2022. I’m going to get there before the end of the year guys. I just know it! Parts of this are taken directly from arguments I've had with my partner at the grocery store (if slightly exaggerated for humors sake). Sorry to those of you who love pork rinds but I just can't stand them. 😝 I really enjoyed writing this more playful side of Inuyasha. I hope it makes you laugh. I'm not entirely satisfied with it (there are times when I feel like he strays too far OOC) but I think maybe I'm just in a bad mood right now. Who knows? This story is non-explicit, SFW.  

Day 22: In the Wrong Aisle\

Fandom: Inuyasha Modern MMA AU

Pairing: Inuyasha/Kagome

Rating: G

AO3

'Cause It's Out the Same Door That It Came, Well It's Leaving, Leaving

Inuyasha meandered through the sparsely populated store aisle, letting the rickety metal cart take the brunt of his weight. He yawned loud and long, earning a tsking sound from an old woman ahead of him but ignored it. 

Where the hell was Kagome? She took off squealing about how she had forgotten something but that was over five minutes ago. Inuyasha turned down the next aisle and, seeing that it was empty, sucked in a deep breath.

“Kagome!” he shouted. 

Several gasps and grumbles answered him from other aisles but none in the correct tenor. 

“Kagome!”

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, stopping short when he passed an entire section dedicated to prepackaged bowls of ramen. He pursed his lips, looking up and down the empty lane before reaching an arm in and sweeping an entire shelf of delicious food into the cart. He whistled innocently to himself as he turned down the next row.  

“Kagome!” he called once again. No one answered him. 

He walked through the next three aisles without so much as a tingle of interest, intermittently shouting his girlfriend’s name at the top of his lungs. When he turned down the final one, Inuyasha grinned, eyes sparkling at the shelves full of different colored bags of snacks and potato chips. He pulled down several of his favorites and filled the cart to the brim, making sure to also grab a couple ‘healthy’–she was lying to herself–bags of popcorn Kagome liked in the process.

Satisfied with his selections, Inuyasha continued down the lane. “KA-GO–” 

“Inuyasha!” came a furious hiss from behind him.  

He whipped around, grinning when he spotted a red-faced Kagome walking towards him with her arms full. He could already smell the spicy scent of her annoyance as she approached, jeans clinging to her swishing hips like a second skin. She blew an errant curl off her cheek that had escaped the dark ponytail clipped over one shoulder, exposing the long column of a slender neck he had been tempted to nibble on all day. Damn, he was a lucky hanyou.  

“Hey, there you are.” 

“Yes, here I am,” she snapped, eyes narrowed. “Why are you hollering like that?”

“Because I couldn’t find you.” 

“So you need to alert the entire store? Couldn’t you just use your nose?”  

“Around all this food? My nose gets distracted. Besides,” he shrugged, “what’s the big deal?” 

“You’re gonna get us kicked out, Inuyasha, and this is my favorite market,” she said, circling him to drop her items in the cart when her eyes widened. “What is all this?!”

“Food.” He maintained an innocent expression.  

“It’s junk!” she said, making room for her produce and straightening her dark red sweater. She stilled and frowned, snatching up a bag of pork rinds. “What are these?” 

“Fucking delicious is what they are,” he replied with a grin, making a hasty grab for them. 

Kagome jumped back just in time and Inuyasha raised a surprised brow. Her reflexes were getting better. 

“These smell like butt.” She emphasized each word with a shake of the bag. 

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, ‘Gome. Just say ‘ass’ like the rest of us.”  

“Fine. They smell like ass. Better?” 

Inuyasha let his mouth fall open in mock outrage, unable to keep his lips from turning upward with amusement. “You said a naughty word.”  

“Stop it.” Kagome fought a smile. 

“You know what happens to bad girls that say naughty words,” he said with a fanged smirk, sliding closer to her. “They get spankings.” 

She giggled and pressed a hand against his chest. “Down boy.”

“You’re right” he leaned in to whisper. “You’d just like it.” 

“Inuyasha!” she gasped, color spreading down to her neck.

He pounced, grabbing the bag from her hands and holding it up triumphantly. “Ha! Too slow.” 

Kagome pouted as he held them away from her reaching hands before finally giving up and crossing them over her chest. “Fine, but if you get those, you’re eating them on the balcony.” 

“What? Why?”

“Because you’ll make the entire apartment smell.” 

He spent only a few seconds contemplating before tossing the bag back in the cart. “Fine, I agree to your terms.” 

“Really?” she asked in a dry tone. “You’re gonna eat pork rinds outside…in February.” 

“They’re worth it.”  

Kagome imitated a dreamy sigh. “Oh, to be worth it.” 

“I mean,” he said with a shrug. “I’d offer to eat you out on the balcony in February but—” 

She slapped her hand over his mouth, fighting to maintain a serious expression but he could hear the laughter in her tone. “Inuyasha! What is up with you today?” 

He waggled his eyebrows and licked her palm to accentuate his proposition.  

“Gross!” Kagome squealed and pulled away, wiping her hand on her jeans. “Seriously, have you been spending too much time with Miroku or something? You used to be such a prude.”

“Keh, everyone’s prude when compared to that hentai. Besides,” he said, sidling up next to her. “You can’t really blame me. Have you looked in a mirror today?”  

“When we left,” she replied, touching her head. “Why? Is something in my hair?” 

Inuyasha laughed and slid an arm around her waist. “No, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous. Can’t keep my hands off you.” 

“I can feel that,” she said with a coy smile and a hint of reproach, moving one of said sneaky hands back up to the small of her back from where it had been resting on her butt.

He frowned. “What’s wrong?” 

“We’re in public,” she said, flushing. 

“”Gome, there’s no one around us,” he whispered, curling his knuckle under her chin.

Inuyasha leaned down, brushing a kiss against her soft cheek. When he pulled away, the thick fan of her dark lashes fluttered open, revealing stormy blue eyes. He rubbed the pad of his thumb along her bottom lip and smiled when her mouth parted around an aroused breath, tongue flicking out to taste his skin. His brows drew together as a spike of heat shot straight to his groin. He inched forward, intent on kissing her breathless, when the sound of approaching footsteps made his ears twitch.  

Inuyasha cursed and stepped away amid her whimpered protest just as their illusion of privacy was shattered. The old woman from before turned down the aisle, her widened eyes indicating that she had caught at least a glimpse of their intimate moment. She froze and leveled a glare at Inuyasha before quickening her pace. 

It seemed to take Kagome a moment to shake herself back into awareness, face going beet red when she noticed they were no longer alone. She spun around, suddenly absorbed in scanning the shelves as the woman passed them, mumbling under her breath about improper behavior. It took forever for the old bat to shuffle her way to the other end of the row, leaving them in peace. 

Inuyasha sniggered as she turned the corner. “You should see your face.” 

“Inu-yasha,” Kagome seethed, whipping around to throw several rapid punches into his shoulder.  

“Ow! Quit hittin’ me,” he said, trying to affect a pitiful tone but his intermittent laughter made it impossible. 

“Yeah right, like I could hurt you.” She rolled her eyes. 

Inuyasha sulked. “You’re stronger than you look, woman.”

“Oh you poor baby,” Kagome said, tone thick with sarcasm as she stroked his arm and stood on tiptoe to press a kiss against his jaw. “Better?” 

“Keh,” he muttered, turning her back to face the cart. “Come on, I'm ready to get you home.” 

“You still have to put some of this stuff back.” 

“What? And here I thought I made you forget.” 

“Nice try,” she said with a wry grin. “But we just don’t have the space for all this.” 

“Fine,” Inuyasha grumbled, grabbing up one of the bags of popcorn only to be stopped short by a sharp tug. 

Kagome was glaring at him, mouth tight with a stubborn frown. “Not these! Don’t start with my stuff.” 

“Oh I see,” Inuyasha replied with his brow raised. “My junk food is unhealthy and disgusting but yours is just fine.” 

She huffed in irritation. “Well, it isn’t pork skin drowned in hot oil, so yeah.” 

“Let’s see about that, shall we?” He worked the package out of her clenched hands and turned it around, reading through the nutrition label. “There’s that many calories per serving?”

“Okay, Inu.” She rested a hand on her cocked hip, the picture of feminine pique.

“And there’s how many servings per container?” His eyes widened in feigned shock. “I’ve seen you eat an entire bag in one sitting, ‘Gome.” 

Her brow twitched as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You’ve made your point!” 

“And look at the salt content. Isn’t that what you’re always nagging me about?” 

“Argh, fine!” Kagome threw her hands up in the air. “We can keep everything. Just shut up and stop ruining my favorite snack.” 

She whipped around, grabbing a hold of the cart handle and stomping down the aisle. He followed after her, brows furrowing in genuine confusion as he continued to read. 

“Why the fuck is there that much sugar in popcorn?” 

“That’s enough, Inuyasha!” 

[dreaminghour]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash, Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Alternate Universe, Arguing Summary:

Anakin can't find something important.

Words: 851

[domaystic]

Hi everyone, hello to all the new people who joined recently! We are almost there! One week only yeeeeee

I got curious to know which prompt was used the most last year and, at least among the reblogs, it was #2 unboxing and finding something from the past. Now, I’m kind of betting on which one will be this time ehehe

Also, the last ask made me think and I believe I never mentioned it but, if someone is hesitating whether to share or not their work here on tumblr cause it’s a prompt from last year, if you want, do it. Just tag it with the same format but with #domaystic2022 so I’ll understand right away.

Quick reminder on tagging :D

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[rockingrobin69]

YES

“Erm.”

Harry looked up from his essay. “Yes?”

“I… erm. I don’t know if, er. Did you mean for me to see this?” Draco’s face was doing something funny. He laid down the laundry basket and picked up Harry’s jeans. “You know you never empty your pockets.”

“Yes.”

“Although I’ve told you repeatedly. And despite being raised Muggle. You don’t bother taking anything out before throwing it in the machine.”

“Yes.”

“Receipts, coins, notes…”

“Yes.”

“Rings?”

Harry got down on one knee.

Draco swallowed. “Harry?”

“Will you…”

He joined him on the floor with a groan, crying. “Fuck you. Yes.”

For @domaystic‘s day eight. Find all of Robin’s Domaystic Drabbles here!

[possibility221]

domaystic2022 

Fandom:  Elementary 

prompt:  May 17; sunday brunch 

[sonysakura]

Domaystic 2022. Day 4: first night + Day 6: a cozy corner. Fanart for Sonic the Hedgehog (sfw)

"Aren't we, you know… supposed to spend our wedding night in some special way, Shads?" "Well, I can undress you sensually… Which means slowly because I'm exhausted." "Can you romantically carry me to bed, too? I don't think I can move anymore."

And then they fell asleep just like that, only to wake up a couple hours later to finally undress each other (sensually) and crawl into bed for another healthy few hours of sleep. Weddings are tiring, folks!

[ladderofyears]

“A bottle top?” Draco asked. “A Muggle bus ticket? A pebble? Why did you keep all this stuff?”

Harry smiled. “The beer we shared on our first date. The bus ticket is from the Saturday we visited Regent’s Park. The stone is from Brighton beach. It’s my museum of us, Draco.”  

For @domaystic, prompt: finding a old object.

[imakemywings]

For @domaystic day 27! Yes I know it’s August

Fandom: The Silmarillion

Characters: Feanor, Nerdanel, + the kiddos

Summary: Just getting to the campsite is its own adventure.

AO3 | Pillowfort

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“Take the exit.”

           “What?”

           “The exit.”

           “Yes, I heard what you said,” Nerdanel said, as though she were speaking to a particularly dim dog. “There is no upcoming exit.” She waved along the right side of the freeway.

           “There, on the left,” Fëanor replied, pointing.

           “Left?” Nerdanel screeched. “Exit left? You’re mentioning that now?”

           “It’s just five lanes, we have time,” Fëanor said.

           “I can see the exit right there!”

           From the back of the car came the same thumping that had been ongoing for the last ten minutes as Curufin bounced a rubber ball off the wall of the car, finally resulting in Maedhros craning around in his seat to snap:

           “Curvo! Stop that, Ammë is trying to drive!”

           “Atar, will you skip this song?” Caranthir asked, to no response from the front seats as the van passed quickly through two lanes and began to gain on a third.

           “We can make it,” Fëanor said. Nerdanel clenched her hands around the steering wheel.  In the back, Amrod had grabbed the rubber ball from Curufin and was tossing it to Amras over Curufin, a game which was abruptly ended by Curufin swatting the ball out of the air and sending it rolling under the seat of Maglor, who remained as oblivious to this as everything else, glued to his phone in a way that could only suggest prolonged contact with his latest romantic target.

           “We’re going to die in this car,” said Celegorm, not sounding terribly disturbed by the possibility. He slouched down in his seat, stretching to put a foot on either side of Maedhros’ head on the back of his seat.

           “Atar, will you skip this song?” Caranthir asked again.

           “Tyelko, put your feet down,” said Maedhros. Celegorm wiggled his toes, and Maedhros jabbed the arch of his foot with a fingernail, which was rewarded with their withdrawal.

           “One more lane!” Fëanor exclaimed. “Come on, you’re so close!”

           “You are a terrible navigator,” Nerdanel replied, jerking on the steering wheel and sending them sailing into the next lane and directly over into the exit, to vigorous honking from someone behind them. Nerdanel swore colorfully at the honker, turning back to do it, at which point Fëanor put a hand on the steering wheel to make sure they stayed on the road proper.

           “There, I told you we’d make it,” Fëanor said when Nerdanel was facing front again and they were zipping down the highway.

           “No thanks to these assholes who won’t let me in,” she grumbled.

           “Atar, can we eat soon?” Celegorm asked.

           “We left, like, twenty minutes ago,” Maglor said.

           “You have snacks back there,” Fëanor said. “Eat your apples.” Celegorm groaned the groan of wishing they could hit a fast food drive-thru instead, but eventually he did go for the Tupperware with the apples in it. “We are going to be on the road for at least three hours before there is any stopping for food.” Judging by the noise in the car, no one was especially satisfied with this proclamation.

           Fëanor continued to combat the rising demands for a lunch stop for the better part of two and a half hours before they pulled off the highway and his progeny exploded out of the car as if they had just been released by would-be kidnappers. They took up three tables on the patio and Amrod and Amras took the chance to experiment with how many French fries they could stuff up their noses, which did not stop them from then eating the fries in question. Maedhros busied himself with chastising Caranthir and Curufin for climbing on the fence until Nerdanel demanded he sit down and stop trying to be a third parent. She allowed Caranthir and Curufin to continue climbing for exactly two minutes before she took over telling them to get off the fence.

           Corralling the seven of them back into the car took twenty minutes, ten of which involved trying to track down Caranthir, who emerged with a different toy than the one which had come with his meal, and also with an additional five dollars.

           “Hey. Hey, Kano. Look at this,” Celegorm said as they navigated back to the highway. Knowing it was not going to be worth his time, but thinking that shutting Celegorm up might be worth it, Maglor turned over the seat to look at his brother.

           “What?” he said.

           Celegorm used Caranthir’s toy to shoot its projectile with impressive speed at Maglor, who he had intended to hit in the forehead. However, the figurine’s fist lost steam and only hit Maglor in the chest.

           “Hey, Tyelko, watch this,” said Maglor, and reached back into the second row of seats to wrench the toy out of Celegorm’s hand and throw it under Nerdanel’s seat.

           “Aw, come on,” Celegorm whined.

           “That was mine!” Caranthir exclaimed. “Thanks a lot!” He kicked Celegorm in the calf, which devolved into a squabble broken up by Maedhros snapping at them to stop being so immature.

           “Alright!” Fëanor announced. “I’m putting on the audiobook, so all of you can be quiet and listen. You might learn something.” All hope that this might be something genuinely entertaining died a quick death when what started to play was A History of Metallurgic Symbolism of Noldorin Royalty. The worst part was that, with nothing else to do, they found themselves actually listening along.

           Interruptions were remarkably few, which possibly had to do with Fëanor glaring at anyone who talked over the book, until his phone buzzed and he exclaimed:

           “Who has used up seventy-five percent of our data?! It’s the fifth of the month!”

           “Kano,” said Maedhros, Celegorm, and Caranthir at the same time.

           “He’s streaming music,” Maedhros added.

           “Kanafinwë!”

           “Atar,” Maglor whined in response, flashing a glare at his brothers. “There’s nothing to do in here!”

           “Listen to the book!” Fëanor said. “You are forbidden from using any more data on this trip.”

           “But Atar—!”

           “No buts!” Maglor groaned as if he had been shot and melted in his seat, his earbuds drooping despondently down on the floor beside him.

           “Thanks a lot, Tyelko,” he hissed. Celegorm stuck his tongue out.

           By the time the audiobook was wrapping up volume one, they had pulled off the main highway and were on a far less well-paved road with only the occasional fruit stand or branching dirt road along the sides.

           “Psst. Tyelko.” Amrod kicked the back of his seat as gently as could be managed.

           “Knock it off,” grunted Celegorm without opening his eyes.

           “We want to fly this kite,” Amrod said. “But my window is stuck.”

           “You busted it,” Celegorm reminded him in case he had forgotten, shifting his arms folded over his chest.

           “Yours opens,” Amrod said. “Will you stick the kite out for us?” Celegorm’s eyes cracked open and he glanced towards the rearmost seat.

           “What’ll you give me for it?” he asked.

           “This Jolly Rancher?” Amras offered.

           “What flavor is it?”

           “Red,” said Amras.

           “Is that cherry or watermelon?” Celegorm asked. “Check it.”

           “Cherry,” Amras reported. Celegorm snatched it out of his hand, unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

           “Kay. What else?” The twins were silent. “Come on, didn’t you guys go to a party yesterday?” he asked. “What’s Telvo got?”

           “Blue raspberry,” said Amrod.

           “Give me that. What else?”

           “We don’t have anything else,” Amras whined. “Come on, Tyelko!”

           “Give me your toy from earlier,” said Celegorm. “What’s Curvo got?”

           “Nothing, I’m not involved in this,” said Curufin, a scowl on his childishly round face so Celegorm knew he disapproved both of this plan and of these demands of bribery.

           “Alright, alright, fine. Give me the stupid kite.” Eagerly, Amrod passed the bright pink kite up to Celegorm, who rolled down the window. “You holding on?” he asked.

           “Yes!” chorused the twins in a hush.

           “Okay, here it goes.” He launched it, whereupon it was immediately seized by the wind, jerking the string taut and making both twins shout and laugh at their success.

           “Fëanáro. Fëanáro, what is in the rearview mirror?” said Nerdanel.

           “What the f—fire tongs?” He quickly rolled down the window to look back at whatever was following them, then traced the line back into his own car. “Turcafinwë! What are you doing?” Sometimes, Fëanor asked this question in a very engaged way, wanting to see what his children were working on and hear the logic of their thinking. Other times, he asked in a way that suggested you should immediately stop whatever you were doing. This was one of the latter times.

           “I’m not doing anything,” said Celegorm.

           “Get that kite inside and shut the window,” Fëanor said, and so the twins’ dearly-bought venture was quickly ended. “Entertain yourselves some other way. Morifinwë and Kanafinwë are managing.”

           Maglor and Caranthir had been passing a piece of paper back and forth for the better part of twenty minutes.

           “What are you writing on that?” Maedhros asked, if only for a brief break from nodding along to Fëanor’s audiobook.

           “It’s art,” said Maglor.

           “Not if Moryo is part of it,” said Celegorm.

           “Shut up,” Caranthir said.

           “I guess it’s almost done,” said Maglor. “Shall we display it?” Caranthir didn’t protest, so Maglor snapped open the notebook paper. “Viola! It’s Fingolfin.”

           Even Maedhros couldn’t disguise his snort of laughter, although he quickly followed with: “That’s really immature, Kano.”

           “Hey, Atya, look,” said Kanafinwë, passing it forward. “It’s Uncle Fingolfin.”

           “We should put this on the fridge,” said Fëanor with a laugh as he examined the artless sketch. “Is that lightning? Nicely done, Kanafinwë.”

           “Moryo helped.”

           “You too, Morifinwë.”

           “Kiss ass,” whispered Celegorm, too low for either of the three in the backseat to promptly announce to mom and dad that the word "ass" had been overheard. Maglor stuck his tongue out, and Caranthir quickly copied him. With one magnum opus for the car ride completed, Maglor went back to his phone and Caranthir to staring out the window, distantly listening to volume two of Fëanor’s audiobook. Eventually, Caranthir was so disenchanted with this that he dug his undone math homework out of his backpack to occupy himself with instead.

They went on in such a fashion, until as the car was puttering down a curving road between a thin wood on one side and an open field on the other, a sharp pop! exploded in the car, followed by the acrid tang of smoke and the sound of Caranthir shrieking and flailing. This was presumably the reason the van suddenly swerved off the road into the grass, with Fëanor grabbing onto the handle above the window to shout:

           “Blessed fucking Elbereth, Nerdanel!”

           “Who is shooting at the car!” she screamed in reply, while Maglor wailed incoherently, doubled over in his seat, and Celegorm, equally incoherent, grabbed Maedhros’ shoulders from behind and shook him with an effort to impart something of urgency, which may have just been terror. Maedhros craned his view back through the smoky air, trying to see if he needed to launch himself into the backseat for something.

           The twins were making some noise in the back and Fëanor jerked around through the haze of smoke to ensure that all seven of them were still in the car.

           “What are you doing back there?” he bellowed. Maglor lifted his head with tears in his eyes, and Caranthir immediately began jabbing a finger in the direction of the backseat and insisting it wasn’t him and also that something had hit him in the back of the head.

           “Are you bleeding?” Nerdanel demanded as the car lurched to a halt.

           Fëanor looked back at Maedhros and Maglor, who turned to look back at Celegorm and Caranthir, who turned to the backseat, where Curufin pointed at Amrod and said,

           “He set something off!”

           “I followed the instructions!” Amrod protested. “It said to point it away from your face and I did!”

           At the same time as this protestation, Maglor was demanding in a very high-pitched tone to know what was wrong with them.

           “You pointed it at my head!” Caranthir snarled, lunging towards the backseat before Fëanor ordered him to stop. Fumbling with his seatbelt buckle for a moment, he got out of the car while Nerdanel appeared to be attempting once again the “calming” breathing technique Eärwen had been trying to impart on her for the last several years. Fëanor opened the side door and held his hand out so that Amrod could drop into it whatever had just been loosed in the car.

           “If I die on this trip, I am writing all of you out of my will,” Maglor said.

           “Oh no, we’ll miss out on your collection of modified sheet music,” Maedhros said, unable to resist rolling his eyes.

           “This is a firework,” Fëanor exclaimed after examining the lightly smoking thing in his hand, snapping his attention back up to the twins.

           “Nuh-uh, we didn’t light anything on fire!” Amros said.

           “It’s a party popper, Atar,” Maedhros said. “They must have gotten it in the party favor bags.”

           “And you thought setting this off in the car was a good idea?” Feanor’s gaze nailed his youngest to the backseat. Amrod shuffled his feet and hunched his shoulders as though to indicate he no longer thought it had been a good idea.

           “This is your fault,” Nerdanel said from the front seat, where her heart had yet to return to a healthy pace, and she began to think it never would.

           “My fault!” Fëanor exclaimed.

           “Who else in this blasted country would have given me children that set off fireworks in the car?” Fëanor, speechless at this treacherous slander out of the left field, blustered for a reply.

           The words I would never have…! burned on his tongue, but he knew he could not convincingly make this argument to an elleth who knew he had once set them off in his father’s garage and caused a great deal more damage than Amrod just had.

           “We’re never going to make it before nightfall at this rate,” he declared at last, throwing the spent popper back into the car. He turned back towards the twins on a second thought. “Give me those party favor bags. And any other things that smoke you might have. The rest of you, too!” Reluctantly, they emptied their bags and Fëanor shoved a pile of plastic junk into the glovebox while Celegorm and Caranthir pulled confetti out of their hair.

           Fëanor leaned over and murmured something in Nerdanel’s ear, and without another word they exchanged places.

           “That was really irresponsible of you,” Maedhros said to the twins as Fëanor reversed the car out of the field it was in back towards the road. “You could have gotten people hurt. Ammë could have wrecked the car.”

           “Do you hear that?” Maglor demanded. “We could have all died.”

           “Maitimo, that’s enough,” Nerdanel sighed, sliding down in her seat. “As I’ve told you, they have two parents already. They don’t need three. You too, Makalaurë.”

           They made it back onto the road and Fëanor headed the van on towards the campsite. Nerdanel put down the passenger seat window to enjoy a small breeze and close her eyes a moment. Curufin settled for entertaining the twins by making them guess in which of his fists he had hidden a coin. Caranthir had given up on his math homework and was stowing it away in his backpack.

           It was at this moment that Celegorm, with a better view of Maglor’s phone in the low light, shouted, “Kano is sexting!”

           “He’s what?” Fëanor yelped in reply, very nearly jerking the car off the road again.

           “I am not!” Maglor exclaimed, quickly darkening his phone screen as Maedhros shot him an I told you so look.

           “Sexting!” Amros shrieked with the delight of a child who had no idea what the conversation as about. He was roundly ignored.

           “Yes you are, I can see the word ‘panties’ right there!” Celegorm declared triumphantly. The twins screamed with laughter about this particular word, and even humorless Curufin was stuffing a fist in his mouth trying to keep from laughing.

           “Alright, phones,” Nerdanel said, thrusting her hand blindly into the back seat area.

           “But Ammë—!” Nerdanel’s fingers twitched demandingly, and Maglor, with a nasty look at Celegorm, put his phone in her hand, followed by Maedhros, Celegorm, and Caranthir, who were the only others old enough to have one.

           “Amuse yourselves otherwise,” she said.

            “We need to talk about this sexting,” Fëanor said, glancing at Nerdanel as if half-expecting to be blamed for this turn of events as well.

           “Not now, Fëanáro,” said Nerdanel.

           “He is entirely too young for that.”

           “What are we supposed to do now?” Maglor sulked, resting an elbow on the window sill.

           “Play I Spy,” Nerdanel said mercilessly.

           “We’re talking about it later, Kanafinwë.” Maglor groaned as if he had been kicked in the ribs.

           “I spy something,” Celegorm said.

           “Shut up, Tyelko,” said Maglor.

           “I spy something red and shiny.”

           “The car lights?” asked Curufin.

           “Nope.”

           “Is it…Ammë’s book?” asked Amrod.

           “You aren’t really going to play this, are you?” Maglor asked.

           “No. I mean like, really bright. Super shiny.”

           “Is it Russandol?” asked Caranthir with a hint of a smirk.

           “Bingo.” That cracked a laugh out of Maglor, and the twins too, who bounced in their seats and cried, “Copper-top! Copper-top!”

           “That’s a lot coming from two other redheads,” Maglor pointed out to them, which did not deter them in the slightest. Older, they might argue their hair was darker and therefore not as noticeable as Maedhros’, but for now, hypocrisy did not concern them.

           Maedhros rolled his eyes, as if the force of it could stop his brothers from their stupid game. To think he was missing Fingon’s party for this was almost too agonizingly unfair to contemplate.

           “Okay, my turn,” Maglor said. “I spy something like a fiery beacon in the distance…like a glowing sunset on a flat horizon…like the nose of a clown with a cold…”

           “Okay, write your next poem in silence,” Maedhros said while Celegorm cackled and Caranthir grinned at him.

           “This could be my magnum opus, Nelyo,” Maglor insisted. “Just give me a minute…I spy something like an abandoned firetruck in a dump parking lot…”

           “I spy someone who’s getting a talk from Atar once the tent is set up,” Maedhros replied.

           “Hey!”

           Nerdanel, recognizing this sound as only the average chaos of the family, closed her eyes for a moment, the cool wind soothing against her cheeks. After a moment, she felt Fëanor’s hand slide into hers and squeeze lightly. A smile twitched at the corners of her mouth and she squeezed back.

           “Hey! I think I see it up ahead!”

           Fëanor’s hand withdrew back to the steering wheel.

           “Nelyafinwë, I want you on tent duty,” he said. “Kanafinwë and Turcafinwë can go pick up the firewood. Morifinwë, help Nelyafinwë with the tent. Pityafinwë and Telufinwë, make sure all the food and drinks are intact. And Curufinwë can help me with the campfire. Are you ready?”

           “Yes, Atar!” chorused from the back. Nerdanel’s smile grew and she leaned her cheek against the seatbelt. Yes, there was a reason they kept going on these trips—it just took her until they arrived to remember it sometimes.

[freedvmrouge]

moodboard; MAY 10 | in a queue. / @domaystic​ > Continuation of the previous moodboard where they go to Disneyland on their vacation. Guess what’s infamous for happening at the theme park? Long ass queues.

“How long have we been here for?” 

Steve checks the time on his phone and winces. “Hey, what about we get some of those sugar cookies in that shop? They look great!”

[nobigsecrets]

Danno Loves You

Written for doMAYstic 2022 (@domaystic) Prompt: Memo on a sticky note Fandom: Hawaii 5-0 Rating: G

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Steve tosses his keys and his phone onto the kitchen island and heads straight for the fridge. He’s drenched in sweat from his run, it’s way too late into the morning and too hot outside already for his liking. There’s a reason why he usually takes his runs at the ass crack of dawn, as Danny would put it, when the town is still silent and asleep and the air is still fresh and cool.

Danny is also the reason he had to delay his run today. Or more precisely, it was Grace. Not a reason Steve could ever be remotely mad over.

Giving Grace a ride to school when Danny had to be in court early to testify against the cartel they’d taken down a couple of months ago and therefore forgoing his swim and going for a run in too hot weather instead wasn’t even stretching what he was ready do for her. He’d do literally anything to take care of her, to make her happy, to keep her safe.

Right now though, he’s panting hard and sweating like a pig and in desperate need of some cool water to rehydrate. Just as he’s pulling a bottle out of the fridge he notices a small pink piece of paper on the floor. It looks like a sticky note and it turns out to be a sticky note when he bends down to pick it up.

Steve takes a few gulps of water greedily before he turns it around to take a closer look—

Clearly, the note wasn’t meant for him. Clearly, it was meant for Grace and clearly, it must have gotten lost this morning when he’d pulled Gracie’s pre-prepared lunchbag out of the fridge to pack it into her school backpack as instructed.

It says “Danno loves you” in Danny’s blocky scrawl and he’s got to smile.

Steve sticks the note onto the fridge door with half a mind to give it to Gracie later. Another part of him knows Danny will be irritated as hell about Steve claiming the note for himself and he likes pushing Danny’s buttons way too much for his own good. A tiny part of his mind likes to pretend the note was meant for him.

With another few gulps he finishes his water, then heads for the shower and hurries through his morning routine. No reason to be any later than he already is.

When he comes back to the kitchen to pick up his phone and his keys, his eyes are immediately drawn to the fridge by the bright pink color of the note. Seeing it conjures another goofy smile to his face and a warm fuzzy feeling settles in his stomach.

—

Twelve hours later, and it’s almost a déjà-vu. It’s been a long day and Steve gets home late, sweaty and exhausted and in desperate need of something cool to drink. He heads straight for the kitchen, intent on getting a beer out of the fridge and take it down to the beach to wind down.

He’s got his hand on the door handle already when he remembers the sticky note—only to find it missing from its prominent spot in the center of the door and an unreasonable pang of sadness hits him straight in the chest.

Steve knows Danny has been by this afternoon, he’d texted about picking up Gracie’s stuff before taking her back to Rachel’s, and there are a thousand possible explanations why the note isn’t there anymore. Maybe it has fallen to the floor again, maybe Danny has picked it up and thrown it in the trash, maybe Danny has given it to Grace who it was meant for in the first place, maybe—

Steve shakes his head, annoyed, and tells himself to let it go.

Instead he yanks the fridge open with maybe a little more force than necessary. He expects the inside to look as bleak and empty as it was this morning—

It’s not.

Now, he’s looking at an assortment of fresh fruit on the top shelve, there’s a takeout container from his favourite Thai place on the middle shelve and there’s a whole new six pack of Longboards sitting on the bottom shelve.

The sticky note is there, too. Attached to the food container, telling him “Danno loves you” and leaving no doubt who it is meant for this time.

[xonceinadream]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Glee Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff Series: Part 3 of Nanny!Blaine Summary:

Little moments in Blaine and Sebastian's lives that remind them they made the right choice to be together.

A few connected chapters for @domaystic 2022 on tumblr.

Day 4: First Night [SFW]

[dreaminghour]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Padmé Amidala & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: (Accidental) Canon Rewrite, Movie: Star Wars: The Phantom Menace Summary:

Anakin's first night in space.

Words: 381

[domaystic]

Here’s a masterlist of all the tags used in the blog. This is more a reference for me but if someone ever wants to go through the posts, this is a good start.

#domaystic : general tag for things like this one

#domaystic2022 : anything related to the event in 2022

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#answered asks : exactly what it says

#2022day1, #2022day2, etc : if you want to find what/who wrote for a particular prompt you can type it in this format

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#2022extraA, #2022extraB, #2022extraC, #2022extraD, #2022extraE : same format

#2023extraA, #2023extraB, #2023extraC, #2023extraD, #2023extraE : same

#2024peoplen1, #2024peoplen2, #2024peoplen3, #2024peoplen4, #2024peoplen5, etc. until 10 - list on the left, blue list with numbers, professions 

#2024thingsnA, #2024thingsnB, #2024thingsnC, #2024thingsnD, #2024thingsnE, etc. until J - list in the middle, orange list with letters, everyday things

#2024generalnI, #2024generalnII, #2024generalnIII, #2024generalnIV, #2024generalnV, etc. until X - list on the right, pink list with roman numbers, general stuff

+ #2024freechoice

+ #2024 triplet :  a fill using a prompts from each list

#d long post : this will be eventually used if long posts will appear (I gave it a more specific name in case people wants to block/hide it?)

#oc : original content

#sfw : safe for work reblogs

#nsfw : not safe for work reblogs

#[trigger] tw : reblogs with triggers

#2022 all days : for reblogs of a post that has all 31 days/prompts

#2023 all days : same

#2024 all prompts :  same

#tag: masterpost : for reblogs of a post with a summary of all filled prompts 

#tag: more content : (idk how to define this, more stuff from participants lol)

#(insertlanguage) : for posts in that other language, ex. (german), (spanish), (italian), (french)

From desktop there’s a “Tags” link on the header with the same stuff written in this post.

[rockingrobin69]

First Light

It took exactly three seconds to realise what was wrong; Draco blinked sleep-heavy eyes, mouth turning into a frown. The bed was empty apart from him, Harry’s side cold. Oh.

So this was… oh.

Furious—no, sick to his stomach—no, absolutely fuming—Draco leapt off the bed, shaking his head all the while. It didn’t help with how disorientated he felt. After last night, he actually believed… idiot. He knew all along Harry wasn’t serious. That he couldn’t be—

A yellow sticky note sat on the bedside table.

Out to get breakfast. Can’t wait to don’t go anywhere.

…Oh.

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