#being all domestic

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Hi Amber!

Does Alpha Steve know how to cook??? What is the best thing he can cook?? And what's his favourite thing made by little one??

And for house chores , who's doing what?? Like cleaning, vacuuming, dishes, dusting, changing bed sheets and stuff... I'm sucha wishful thinker, can't wait to see their toddler running around and scattering toys all over the floor of their cabin. And little one scolding Steve for not putting their pup in bed in time.❤💖❤💖❤💖❤💖 god, I wish I live to see that day.

Alpha Steve does know how to cook in a very simple but comforting way. In the winter time think of savory beef stews in bread bowls (He buys those) or something along the lines of meat and potatoes. His cheesy potato bake is a comfort meal all on its own.

He is also a very efficient outdoor cook, over the campfire. The best-seared steaks, roasted veggies, and toasted garlic bread are all made over the flames. Or wild game, he is known to hunt and prep a kill to make. His time before Alpha traveling with the Howling Commando group taught him how to feed a large group of hungry wolves.

He can't bake worth a damn though which is tragic cause he does have a bit of a sweet tooth.

This is one of his favorite things Little One will make, especially when the cold has come back to their woods, having the oven on quickly heats the house up. So while Steve is busy prepping to go out with the crew up the mountain, you are in the kitchen, only wearing his flannel button-up and the thickest socks you have ever seen, prepping cinnamon roll dough when the light is just barely filtering into the cabin from outside. Your cinnamon spread fills the whole cabin up with the warm spicy scent and Steve usually gets distracted from getting dressed to follow his nose out into the kitchen where he catches sight of Little One singing to yourself while making the frosting while the rolls are baking.

Imagine how playful Steve is first thing in the morning? He typically does everything he can to distract you so he can get a big dollop of that creamy topping (Usually where he licks it off you from somewhere, it just tastes better that way.)

Those cinnamon rolls are big as his oversized palms and so fluffy and good. He gobbles two down before leaving the house and Little One packs up many more for him to share with the crew during a coffee break.

He also loved her homemade pizzas. It's all in the perfect crust, you add the right amount of sauce and plenty of freshly shredded cheese. Yeah, you take the time to shred it all because it just tastes better that way. You add both of your favorite toppings and Steve can't get enough of them. You subtly know that is what he wants when the pizza stone makes an appearance on the kitchen counter.

Steve is planning on trying to make the pizzas with you next time you two are out in the woods for a few days, see if they are just as good baked in the hot coals of a campfire. We will see.

As far as house duties, they share. Steve was a bachelor for a while after he made Alanna leave and before Little One showed up in his life. He likes a clean and efficient space, everything has a place and if it is always there, then he knows where it is.

A few things are scattered comfterably around. His desk is filled with drawings, some journal entries that he half finished, or a few books he has been meaning to get around to reading. The couch has an afghan usually half draped over the back and maybe one of his heavy coats sitting on the arm of it to grab if he needs it quickly.

It's when Little One arrived his cabin got a bit chaotic. Like your little treasures you find are stuck in nooks and crannies, sometimes his perfectly arranged bookshelf is suddenly disorganized and you at times leave things out on the kitchen counter for easy grab. (your box of cereal and other snacks for when you are in heat. Yeah Steve learned to let that just stay out.) You might pile your clothes or leave some of the dresser drawers askew. You are not an overly messy person though. This is your first home in many years, having spent so much of your life with Pierce was kept locked away or kept for sale. The last home you even remember was pieces of your childhood one. So living in Steve's, it's all new and exciting and Steve can't find it in him to contain you from enjoying this freedom in any way you can, even if your slight messiness really clashes with his need for organization.

But you two share the chores, on a Sunday morning typically as Steve never has any plans for sure that day, the packs business is shut down on Sundays, and you will get music playing really loud and clean together, often singing and dancing around goofily in the process.

In the nest area, Steve lets Little One have full control. Whatever you want to do there. He will help of course, and step in when it's your heat and you get distressed trying to make it perfect. But it's still all with you in mind. He just goes with the flow, helping change sheets, putting the pillows where you want, and having certain items easily nearby in case you are seeking them. (Like one of his shirts, your favorite snacks, lotions, phone charger, etc.) All are tucked in a small basket that is slipped under the bed. Steve takes the nest space very personally and he wants it to be your favorite spot at home.

Now imagine their pup filling their lives... Steve's super clean house will be no more. XD But filled with love and laughs instead. I think that is a good trade off for our Alpha.

I hope this gives you a very soothing domestic glimpse in how our Alpha and his Little One live together. I love picturing them at home in their little cabin by the lake.

[taytei]

trios of assholes are my favorite - especially of the sibling variety

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 4: Deranged Bedfellows

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.5)

[basslinegrave]

[vvitchering]

Din’s new Nevarro neighbors realizing pretty quickly that the new guy will help you with anything if you ask him nicely. Got a leaky roof? He’ll climb up there and patch it and clean out the gutters while he’s at it. Old and need someone to run into town and pick up some groceries for you? How many potatoes do you need, ma’am? Some creep keeps harassing you? Don’t worry about it, it’s taken care of.

Din has all the thank-you pies, cakes, and pastries he and Grogu can eat.

[egophiliac]

What was your favorite of the flashbacks in Silver’s walk?

the acorn bracelet is VERY good, but I really really love Malleus humming (hummalleus? hummus?) to Silver. especially now that the song has Context. >:) we are in a soup of angst and I'm here with a spoon in each hand and a silly straw that leads directly to my brain.

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Cont of this

*Wails profusely at the idea of reader walking in on Katsuki and baby play fighting in the nursery*

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The thick mahogany door separating your hall to your living room creaked loudly as you pushed it open before kicking off your shoes. You sigh in relief; you adored your friends, but by god could Mina and Denki talk.

“Katsuki? Keiko? I’m home my babies!” You shouted into the silence of your usually noisy home, before realising that Keiko could be down for a nap.

The delicious aromatic smell of Katsuki’s noodles filtered through the air and enticed you to your spotless kitchen. A small note was left on your kitchen island with Katsuki’s neat handwriting.

Hope you had a good time out with the losers, food’s in the fridge and Kei had his bottle. We’re probably upstairs in the nursery

- love, Ki

You smiled at his loving note, before prepping the food and tucking in.

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After the delectable dish of noodles and vegetables, you meandered your way up the stairs to the large nursery you had for Keiko. You crept the white door open slowly, before tears started pricking at your eyes.

Katsuki was laying on the floor with your chunky baby resting on his chest with a tiny Dynamight costume on. Katsuki was making Keiko punch his face, revelling in his laughter.

“What the hell?! Why is this hero so damn strong?!” He pretended to be scared as he gently manoeuvred Keiko’s tiny fists to make contact with his cheeks. Keiko was giggling away, drooly mouth flashing his proud daddy his singular tooth. Katsuki let out little “pew pew” and “whoopash” noises at every point of contact.

“No more Mr Hero! I’m too weak, don’t punch me again!” He faked groans of pain as he repeatedly made Keiko punch his cheeks, before delivering the final blow.

Katsuki slumped his head to the side as he made convincing sounds of death.

“Blehhhhggg,” he moaned as he died. Keiko laughed loudly as he tried to plunge for his daddy. Katsuki let out his own laugh as he snuggled his baby closer to him.

“This certainly looks like naptime,” you laughed out loud as Katsuki jumped.

“Uhhh. He woke up?” He offered, embarrassed you saw him admit defeat for his son. You shook your head playfully as you approached your two heroes.

You picked Keiko up as he cooed in your arms.

“You did a wonderful job of beating your daddy up, Keiko,” you nuzzled your face into his slightly pink cheeks, earning a babble.

Katsuki smiled widely at his family before groaning at the way his legs had gone numb from the assault from his son. He joined your hug, swaying the three of you softly together. Katsuki pressed small kisses to each of you as Keiko burbled away. You nuzzled your face into Katsuki’s neck, smiling when you feel him smile back.

“I missed you both today,” you murmured. Katsuki continued to smile.

“We missed you too, didn’t we little guy?” He nudged Keiko, who yawned sleepily in response. He rubbed his eyes before nestling into you, breaths slowly deepening as you gave him a gentle goodnight kiss.

“Time for a real nap now, isn’t it sweetheart?” You murmured, giving your husband a pointed look, who only let out a breathy laugh.

“Ain’t my fault he’s a damn good hero.”

[hothammies]

should we get carrots tomorrow?

[heich0e]

there's an east wind blowing beyond your bedroom window.

you know it's from the east because the rain falling outside is hitting the windowpane in a soft tap-tap-tap that occasionally intensifies on a particularly strong gust. you know your bedroom window faces east because every morning you can see the sun cresting in the distance, diffusing—soft and pink and warm on your favourite days—through the gauzy panels of your curtains.

"you up yet?"

it's not morning now. far from it, in fact. the night's still only new, though it's already fully-dark outside—and has been for most of the day thanks to the dreary weather. it's late enough in the evening that most businesses have closed their doors for the day and people have returned to their homes, but not quite late enough to justify the fact that you're already curled up tightly underneath the covers of your bed.

you roll over in your comfortable cocoon and spy touya in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he watches you.

he's got his coat on.

"are you going out?" you ask him, your voice a little thicker than it usually is. you've been awake for a while, but your afternoon nap (that ran longer than you expected) has left it hoarse from disuse.

touya makes a quiet sound of agreement. not quite a grunt, nor a hum, but something somewhere in-between the two.

you push yourself up slightly in bed, propping your body upright on your elbows. "but it's raining."

touya hates the rain, and has for as long as you've known him. he's the first one to complain when dark clouds roll in, to curse as his teeth chatter and he shakes droplets from his hair when he steps through the door after getting caught in an unexpected downpour, to go out of his way to avoid making plans that require him to leave the house at the slightest mention of inclement weather.

"'s letting up a bit, i think," he answers from the doorway with a little shrug. "i just need to run to the convenience store, anyway."

he shuffles a little further into the room as you lift your hand and reach out for him, approaching the edge of the bed wordlessly and slipping his hand into your own. he peers down at you from your bedside as you lift his hand and press it to your cheek.

"what do you need at the store?" you ask him, your lips pursed slightly. it's not that late, and the weather really isn't that bad, but you'd still prefer he stay here with you.

"ran outta patches today," he replies, though there's something almost a little resentful in the statement. even his expression is a bit more annoyed than it had been a moment prior, in a way that almost makes you giggle—but you suppose the nicotine withdrawal could be playing a part in that.

"just patches, right? not patches and a pack—"

"not patches and a pack of cigarettes to tie me over on the walk home," he finishes the sentence for you before you get the chance, rolling his eyes a bit. "i know, i know."

he frees his hand from your grip and pokes your cheek lightly, earning him a little laugh you can't help but let slip through your lips.

"i'm 24 days in, you know. not about to throw it all away now," he reminds you pointedly.

"good," you reply with an encouraging nod and a somewhat cheeky smile. you never doubted him anyway. "make sure you take an umbrella."

he nods, his touch still lingering against your cheek. his fingertips skirt down, tracing along your jaw, until he reaches your mouth. he presses his thumb lightly against your chin, seemingly just to watch your lips part.

"d'ya want anything?"

you shake your head in dissent, but then pause, your eyes lighting up.

"can you get pickled ginger?"

"pickled ginger?" he asks you, a bit incredulously. "again? thought we just got some of that."

"i finished the jar earlier," you reply with a shrug.

"that can't be good for you," touya remarks dryly, letting his hand drop from your face. "you're gonna start pickling yourself from the inside out if you keep eating so much of that stuff."

"it's not my fault that pickling is the superior form of food preparation." you flop back lazily against your pillows, meeting his gaze resolutely. you lift your fingers as you list out the various accolades. "cold, crunchy, sour, kinda sweet, sometimes spicy—what's not to love?"

touya's nose wrinkles. he's never been a huge fan of pickles, but especially not in the volume you've been consuming them lately.

"whatever you say," he answers, knowing now after all this time when he ought to bow out of an argument before it starts. "mom texted me earlier and said she was sending yumi over with side dishes tomorrow, and there'll probably be pickled vegetables in there. so you can wait until then."

"fine," you sniff, and you may pout a little, but touya knows your excitement at his little sister coming to visit outweighs any annoyance you may feel about having to wait a whole twelve hours to get your fix.

outside, the wind picks up again, and the tapping against the windowpane gets a little bit louder.

"sounds like it's getting worse," you murmur, your face turned in the direction of the window. you glance up at him again, blinking from where you're sprawled out across your pillows. "you sure you wanna go out in that?"

touya nods, kneeling at the edge of the bed and dipping down so he can press a kiss to your forehead. you're still warm from sleep, and soft in all the ways he's come to depend on. you smell like your shampoo and your sheets—and a little bit like him too, since the floral-printed bedlinen is as much his own now as it is yours.

"be back soon," he speaks quietly into your skin before pulling away.

you wave him off tiredly, and as he leaves the room, touya wonders if you'll be asleep again before he returns.

he pulls his shoes off the rack in the genkan, tucked away next to yours, and leaves his slippers there as he stuffs his feet into footwear better suited for the elements. he grabs his keys off the little table in the entryway, the keychain you bought for him at the aquarium glinting in the light as he tucks them into his coat pocket. last, he grabs the umbrella from just beside the door—he doubts he'll even use it, but you told him to take it, so he does.

there's an unexpected break in the rain as touya steps out into the spring night, and he blinks up at the sky overhead a bit incredulously when he realizes his luck. he doesn't linger to appreciate it for long, knowing that at any moment his fortune could change, shuffling off in the direction of the convenience store at the other end of the street.

he sidesteps puddles along the sidewalk on his way, admiring how the streetlights ripple in the surface as he passes.

touya used to hate the rain, but he can't help but think that it's not so bad when he knows that he has somewhere—and someone—warm waiting to welcome him home.

[destefaniart]

[shitpostingkats]

Alabasta Ace is so funny.

Like the strawhats keep commenting that Ace is so polite and restrained compared to Luffy but like. This dude drags himself out of the ocean just to thank them for looking after his brother and offer to help wash dishes. Mans asks "Are these guys bothering you?" and proceeds to blow up an entire fleet with his bare hands. He trips over himself to make sure all of Luffy's crew likes him and no, really, you don't mind that he's a weirdo???? That we, I mean he, are feral little insane guys who take up space and emotional labor and are kind hard to handle? Really???? Cool cool cool hey just a reminder I can help out with anything that needs doing. I got lost in the desert but donnut worry in the 0.6 seconds since you last saw me I have somehow acquired water and provisions for several weeks. Don't ask me how!

Peak oldest sibling behavior.

[thesmokinpossum]

If My Body Could Speak, Blythe Baird | The Godfather, Mario Puzo | My Father's House, Sylvia Fraser | To The Daughter Who Secretly Longs For Her Mother’s Affection, Lynne Shako | Storms from Jupiter, Wanda Deglane | DO NOT REPLY, @filmnoirsbian

[loveanddeepstroke]

I need zayne to come up behind me, lift his arms in front of me, slowly, his left hand wrapping around my waist, rubbing small circles into my side with his thumb, his right hand lifting up and across my chest to rest on my shoulder as he pulls me into his chest, burying his face into the crook of my neck, letting all the stress and tension of the long day melt away, cause right now, he's not Dr Zayne, who is precise, serious, and stem, but the soft, sweet, and clumsy zayne we know and love, cause right now, in that moment where it's just us in our quiet bedroom, he can be himself

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Alternative form of 'Hitting Wangxian with a Catboyification beam'

[reunitedinterlude]

lofi phantasy: the album

track 20: box boys

[slavhew]

you win. try again?