#domestic modern au

[shastafirecracker]

AJKDF;OIASJTIOQWENFKSNFLIEWRLK I SCREAMED OUT LOUD I AM INCOHERENT AND FLAILING THEY LOOK INCREDIBLE

omg vash's nose and freckles and just whole big dork vibe, nick's so expressive and the outfits! the fits!!!! bomber jacket is so incredibly T&I canon now! MULCH BUDDY???!??! MULCH BUDYIADUFAIODJFOJ

the flat of trillium seedlings made me a little teary, i am! hyperventilating! THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS INCREDIBLE <3 <3 <3

VW character designs for @shastafirecracker’s Trillium and Ivy, a modern au Trigun fic about a landscaping Vash and funeral director Nicholas! Something something the hardships of being dealt a bad hand in life and scraping all the love and peace you can get… but you’re in so much gay love so it’s all a little more bearable. c :

some close-ups under the cut!

[theysangastheyslew]

HAHAHA LOOK I MADE SOMETHING 🤪🤪

SO WHAT IF IT'S AN OLD MEME AND SUPER SELF-INDULGENT? @catyypss INSPIRED ME *AND* IT'S STILL MY BIRTHDAY MONTH AND I'M EXHAUSTED FROM MOVING SO WE ARE TAKING WHAT WE CAN GET *w*

*insert mad cackling here*

EDIT: NOW COMPLETE WITH AN AMAZING FIC BY THE AMAZING @youre-ackermine 🥹💜💚

[demaparbat-hp]

Regarding the Cherry Wine Incident.

[vamp-bites]

Only a couple days late addition to @vashwoodweek day 1: domestic

[odoraful]

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒

⟡ content: diluc/wanderer/childe x gn!reader; sfw; modern au; established relationship; fluff !! ⟡ a/n: i was scouring pinterest looking the most fitting inspo rooms for each of them hehe

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DILUC ⟡

Your shared home is an old-fashioned but charming house with a tiled roof and a brick archway leading to the entrance of the door. Diluc has a good eye for style — all the furniture pieces you select together are warm and elegant, perfectly matching with the vintage style home.

He’s a bit of a craftsman, and when you moved in he custom built bookshelves just for you. Your house has traces of Diluc’s handiwork: a wooden tissue box cover, tile coasters, a ceramic chess set.

Being a peak acts of service man, if he notices that there’s something inconveniencing you that can be mended, he’ll try to find a way to fix it. That wooden chair that wobbled yesterday when you sat down on it? The next day, it’s miraculously levelled. Always struggling to find your keys before you leave the house? There are now little hooks on the wall where you can easily hang them. He doesn’t make a huge show of it, but you’ll always kiss him on the cheek and say that you should repay him with something.

“There’s no need. Seeing you happy is more than enough for me.” He replies, running a hand through his hair, the tips of his ears turning red.

The house is IMPECCABLY cleaned — the chores are shared out between the two of you, and the both of you work like a well-oiled machine. He’ll insist that you shouldn’t carry anything too heavy though! He doesn’t want you to hurt yourself :(

One of the things that Diluc wouldn’t ever trade is getting the chance to cuddle with you in the evening on the couch. He’ll let you play with his hair and try out different styles, comforted by the feeling of your fingers running through it.

Sometimes, he’ll come home late from work tired and perhaps a bit grumpy, but the sight of you will change his mood completely.

At the sound of jangling keys and the front door creaking shut, you rush out of the bathroom and down the stairs. 

“(Y/N), I’m home!” You hear Diluc’s voice call out to you.

The day had felt far too long for him, and with far too many headaches for him to deal with. The only thing that he looked forward to at the end of it all was to see you again. 

Hearing the patter of your slippers, he looks up. It takes everything within him to keep composed at your appearance. Having just gotten out of a hot shower, your cheeks were tinted pink, hair still damp and slicked. Diluc’s eyes trailed to your clothes, a matching pair of flannel shirt and shorts. He loosens his tie, suddenly finding his breath stuck in his throat. It baffled him how gorgeous you were even in pyjamas.

Wordlessly, he reaches towards you. You look down at his hands and see as they fasten the remaining top two buttons of your sleeping shirt. In your hurry to greet him at the door, you forgot to dress properly. 

“I can’t believe I missed that...” You sheepishly say, observing his hands as they linger on your shirt. Your senses told you something was off.  “Did you have troubles at work today?”

The worry in your eyes melts his heart. Of course you were the one to peer through him and know exactly how he was feeling. 

“A few clientele at the bar today were-” He sighs, still fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt, recalling the events of the day, “-difficult to manage to say the least.” He lifts his head to meet his gaze. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you.” 

Your arms instinctually wrap around him and he collapses into them. Tightening your embrace, he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Diluc, I just took a shower.” You say with a light giggle, trying to pull your hair away from his face.

He feels your breath close to his ear and he wishes he could have recorded that laugh for himself to hear it over and over again. 

“I could tell.” He breathes deeply. “Is this a new shampoo?”

“Well yes, but what I meant from that is that my hair is still wet!”

You feel him smile against you. “It doesn’t bother me. Just a few more seconds, please. I need to recharge.” 

WANDERER ⟡

You share an apartment together since you travel to and from the same university. Although you’re studying different degrees and have different schedules, you’ll both make an effort to spend time together at home during the weekdays. 

You and Wanderer leave little notes cheering each other on and stick them to the walls or the fridge before you leave, or sneak them into pencil cases or onto laptop screens. He has a small box on his desk where he collects all your notes, neatly folding them up to preserve them.

Wanderer enjoys having the home quite minimalist. Just the essentials will do, but the two of you do splurge a bit more on your study space —  the comfiest chairs, wide desks, tactile keyboards — anything to liven up having to do assignments all the time.  

When you’re feeling too tired or distracted from your own studies, you’ll walk over to his desk and try to sit on his lap while he works. He’ll attempt to exert some self-control and reject your wishes, but eventually gives in after seeing your pout.

“Just because you’re distracted doesn’t give you any right to bother me.” He grumbles, resting his chin on your head.

He warns you that if you do decide to put plants in the house, you are responsible for them. Little do you know that he’s secretly also invested in their health. On mornings when you’re in a rush and forget to water them, he’ll spritz them with your spray bottle thinking to himself: If you died (Y/N) would be devastated, so don’t even think about it.

His favourite room is the bedroom. It’s a place for both of you to escape the stresses of being a student and relax together.

The alarm clock beeps and you wiggle in bed, reaching over a hand to quickly silence it. Bright sun filters in through the curtains, its light diffusing into the room. 

You force your eyes open and sit up, your body bent over like a crooked branch. Movement beside you pulls your attention as Wanderer shifts in his sleep. You can’t deny how pretty he looks even at rest. His long lashes fanned out under closed eyes, the steady rise and fall of his chest with each deep breath. His expression is that of pure peace. You know that’ll soon disappear when you both need to properly wake up and prepare for classes.

“Hey, it’s time to wake up,” you whisper, carefully coaxing him from slumber. 

Wanderer opens his bleary eyes ever so slightly, then immediately closes them. He mumbles something of refusal. You roll your eyes in resignation. When it comes to sleep, he acts like a child sometimes. You turn to get out of bed. 

Two arms wrap around your waist and yank you back. You stumble into the sheets with a yelp. Wanderer adjusts the blanket over you and pulls you closer to him with one hand. 

“Not yet.” His voice is low and scratchy, his words slurred. “Want more time in bed… with you.” 

You sigh softly, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair to detangle it. “You do this almost every morning. You’re never going to attend your lectures on time.”

He replies by nuzzling into your neck, and you hear nothing but his slow breaths. His peers would have sooner called identity fraud than believe the stony and scholarly Wanderer to be this clingy and affectionate in the morning. However, in the privacy of just you, it’s become easy for him to let down his guard. 

“Don’t try to get out of this by pretending to be asleep.” You say, deadpan.

There’s a stutter in his breathing as you catch his obvious charade. 

“Stop worrying. I’ll just watch the recording.” He finally responds. 

You realise in a fluster just how close your faces are, barely inches apart. As if sensing this, Wanderer opens his eyes once again, this time there’s a glint of mischief in them. 

He taps his forehead lightly against your own. “And besides, why would I want to spend my mornings in a noisy lecture hall when I can be with you in peace and quiet?”

CHILDE ⟡

You’ve been living together for a while now, and your home has transformed into what can only be described as organised chaos.

If Childe kept up with his interior designing eagerness, it would have been complete maximalism, but you were there to contain his excitement and still ensure your home was still practical. 

The two of you love collecting pillows, plushies and blankets, which adds even more to the cosiness! However, one day you tried to sit down on the couch and realised it was more pillows than actual seat space. In a fit of laughter, you and Childe ruled that you would rotate between different cushions every so often so you could get your couch back. 

Childe will still come home with flowers or sweets (sometimes both) as gifts for you on random nights. He’ll stand on the doorstep looking like a lovesick teenage boy asking his crush out on a date. Taking them from his hands, you’ll ask what the occasion is.

“Well, there isn’t a particular occasion.” He kisses you on the forehead. “Celebrating you should be an everyday thing.”

Board game nights are taken very seriously. You have a bookshelf filled with different types of them. Whether it’s a classic game of UNO or Jenga, or something a little more strategic, he's always hyper-competitive. You also have special punishments for if one of you loses, which are harmless but maybe a little embarrassing (One of his favourite punishments for you is ‘For the entire day tomorrow, Childe will only call (Y/N) by the cheesiest pet names’). 

MASSIVE kitchen since he loves to cook. He keeps a book of recipes from his mum and has since added new ones of his own that he has shared with you. 

“Could you come over here, baby?”

You follow your partner’s voice and the scent of something freshly baked into the kitchen.

Childe is standing behind the counter, his face in deep focus. He takes one of an array of heart-shaped biscuits and dips half of it in a bowl of chocolate before placing it on a lined baking sheet. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, exposing his forearms. His muscular build is sharply juxtaposed by the cream-coloured apron tied around himself, which has a little teddy bear embroidered in its centre. 

You approach the kitchen bench, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Are they ready yet? Can I try one?” You eagerly ask. 

“Not quite, I need help dipping the rest of these into chocolate.” He stretches his arms out in front of him, shaking the tension out of them.

“That being said,” he grins, extending a hand towards you across the kitchen bench as an offer, “would you do me the honour of being my baking assistant for a little?” 

Chuckling at his dramatics, you delicately place your hand in his like royalty. “I’d be delighted to help.”  

Childe guides you to his side and helps you put on your apron. As he ties the strings together, he relays the instructions to you. 

“You just need to dip half of the biscuit into chocolate, and then add some sprinkles on top before it sets.” He tightens the bow around your waist to secure it.

How hard could that be? You think, nodding along to his words.

Demoing an example, Childe deftly coats half of the biscuit. Angling it just right, the chocolate drips off and evens itself out, leaving a perfect covered half. After placing it on the tray and adding the finishing touch of sprinkles, he gestures for you to try it yourself.

You confidently take one biscuit and dunk it. 

“Ah!” 

Underestimating its consistency, when you lift the biscuit, the chocolate slowly spreads onto the other half of the heart and drips onto your fingers. You quickly place it onto the baking sheet. Childe stifles his laugh, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“My one looks so much worse compared to yours…” you mutter, licking your fingers to remove the evidence of your unsuccessful attempt. 

Seeing the frown on your face, he gently bumps your shoulder with his own in encouragement. “Don’t say that! I think your one has a lot more charm.” He says, adding the sprinkles onto your heart. “I’ll run some extra baking classes with you to build up your skills, how does that sound?”

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[mischievousmoony]

𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜

⟢ james potter x reader ⟢ you and james steal five extra minutes together before waking up for the day ⊹ 679 ⟢ warnings/tags: wrote a while ago and only skimmed it so lmk if i missed anything and need to change it to fem!reader please ⟢ note: i wrote this a while back & didn't love it so i kept it to myself but i figured it was time to get back to posting fics so here you go! hope it's alright <3

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You’re all tangled limbs and quiet breaths as the first morning light shines upon you and James. The blinds filter in slivers of soft light that your tired eyes find piercing, and you find that keeping your eyes closed is much more comfortable.

You swore to yourself that you wouldn’t fall back asleep— you’ll simply rest your eyes for a little longer. But the way James cards his fingers through your hair and massages your scalp makes that task exceptionally hard.

You shift, stretching out your limbs a little as to not let yourself lull back to sleep. James mistakes your movement for you preparing to rise for the morning, and he presses you closer with the hand tangled in your hair, a protesting hum reverberating in his throat.

As a promise that you’re not going anywhere, you nuzzle closer and press a kiss to his chest where your head lies. He returns the favor, lifting up from the pillows to kiss the crown of your head.

Just as he settles back into the plush pillows, the sudden sound of your alarm blares, interrupting the peaceful silence of your bedroom. It only lasts a second, though, as your phone is tucked in James’ free hand, his thumb lying in wait over the power button to trigger the snooze feature at a moment’s notice.

This is how it goes almost every morning. You’re more of a night owl, never wanting to wake until you have to. And James, although he could easily rise even earlier than the sun itself, he simply can’t get enough of you. Given these two truths, you’ve had to start setting alarms much earlier than your actual wake up time.

There’s about five more minutes left to steal before you’ll have to get up. Knowing this, James sighs deeply, wanting nothing more than to forfeit all of his responsibilities and remain cozied up with you all day.

He adjusts his positing, scooting down the bed until his head rests comfortably just above yours. He bends his neck to press his face into your hair. You feel him leave another kiss on the top of your head as he inhales, drinking in the scent of your coconut shampoo.

His hand has travels down to the back of your neck, his fingers applying a comfortable pressure to keep you close. His other hand swings around and lands on your waist. He’s abandoned the phone on the mattress beside him, knowing he’ll have to let the next alarm ring out a few times anyway to get you both moving for the morning.

“What time is it?” you mumble tiredly as his hand tugs at your t-shirt until it’s ridden up enough for him to be able to trace shapes into your bare hip. The cold air and his feather light touch make you shiver.

“We ‘ave plenty of time,” he murmurs before taking another deep breath. “You smell nice.”

“Thank you. New shampoo.”

“I like it.”

You hum appreciatively and the conversation ends there, another comfortable silence settling over you as you enjoy your last moments of peace.

James flattens his hand against your skin, rubbing back and forth from your hip to your back, and sometimes traveling lower to smooth over the curve of your bum. You tsk when he delivers a little squeeze, and after a farewell pat to your backside, his hand travels back to your waist.

Suddenly, the alarm blares again and James lets it ring. You huff when your ears aren’t immediately relieved of the jarring sound. With a groan you push yourself up onto your elbow, reaching over James to turn off the alarm once and for all.

As soon as you click “stop” James captures you by the waist and pulls you on top of him. You swing a leg over him so that you straddle his hips.

He pulls you in by the back of your neck, pressing a lasting kiss to your lips, which he follows up with a peck to the tip of your nose.

“Good morning, m’love.”

“Morning Jamie.”

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[jupiter-letters]

I saw this scene the other day and I can't stop imagining Viktor doing this. This video contains some nudity!

[kawareo]

And then they proceeded to use those traps in ways they were not meant to be used.

Late Halloween fits! A priest and a greased up, sweaty mechanic

Sidenote I do not support Autism speaks and I know they're a terrible organization, this is just an in-character joke because of the puzzle piece

[s-aint-elmo]

they named it izutsumi

(ID in alt text)

[trirocksalt]

I dunno where this came from, but it fought me the entire way through creation. Trying to practice a more comic-y style. Vavoom as a colour has made an appearance.

Enjoy. XD

[postwarlevi]

You and Levi are a one car family. On nice days he walks to work, or if you're available you drive him. Later, he likes to walk home because on the way he passes a flower shop where he stops in for a bouquet of your favorite flowers or those that are in season. It never fails to make your heart skip a beat when your husband walks in from his day with a smile saved just for you and gives you barely enough time to gush over the flowers before cuddling you close and kissing you, asking what that delicious smell is. You stroke his cheek as he holds you and the oven timer goes off, his favorite meal ready. You set the table with the flowers in the center and his eyes light up when he realizes you've made dessert as well. Later he'll help you clean up, making sure you don't do all of it by yourself. It's quiet evenings together like this that you both cherish most of all.

[graciedollie]

I'm so starved for grayson content, could you cook up a domestic fluff fic? Can be modern au, whatever you bless us with I'm sure it'll be fire 🙏🔥❤

Slow Days

pair; grayson x fem!reader

summary: The day as slowly starting to wind down as the night soon began, covering the beautiful city in a beautiful dark purple hue. Your wife, Grayson, would soon come home after a good day of doing her usual work—missing you like never before.

warnings: nothing drastic, modern au, reader and grayson are married, cats are mentioned, grayson and reader have an adopted daughter, and just overall sweetness !! (a little chaotic at the end)

a/n: hope you enjoy bby <3

The day has been nothing but good to you, despite having some issues here and there during most the week—dealing with work, motherhood and just dealing with life in general. It was exhausting, yes, but you wouldn’t trade this for the world—especially your precious baby girl. She was an amazing addition to you and Grayson’s life, absolutely loving her from the moment you adopted her. She was an absolute angel and very energetic as she was a 5 year old that was always buzzing with energy—almost a little too much at times.

You were now cooking a nice dinner, filling the air with an aroma of seasoning, grilling meat, and simmering broth. Your daughter was in the living room with Mei-Mei, a Siamese cat you two found, and playing with her toys. You looked over at her with a smile gracing your lips as you called out to her, “Angel, wanna come help mommy bake a cake?” Her head snapped over to you with a wide smile appearing on her lips as she nodded eagerly, scrambling from her spot and over to your side on her little stoolstep, “Yes ma’am!”

The kitchen was filled with giggles and music playing, creating a warm, honey environment that warmed your heart as you watched how your daughter happily helped mixed the delicious cake batter—god you loved this little girl with your whole heart. A couple minutes soon passed on before you heard the front door open and close, followed by the familiar heavy footsteps—revealing Grayson in all her glory as a smile tugged at her lips as she saw the sight that always gave her a heart a warm welcome.

Your daughter snapped her head to the sound of footsteps and immediately rushed to Grayson with a big smile as she jumped in her arms; almost suffocating Grayson with her very affectionate hugs, “Hi momma!” You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, seeing how Grayson would hold her tightly, “Hey Precious. Been helpin’ with mommy?” Your daughter nodded her head eagerly as she giggle before look over at you, “Yes! We were getting ready to make cake—I did the batter and mommy said I did good!”

Grayson couldn’t help but smile wider at the young girl’s enthusiasm, placing a couple kissed on her cheek as she chuckle softly, “I’m sure you did, baby girl. You always do a good job with helping mommy out.” Her eyes glazed over at you with nothing but affection and longing before she settled the girl down to her feet, “How ‘bout you go play with Mei-Mei, Sweetheart?” The little girl nodded her head eagerly before scattering off through the house to find the cat, leaving you and Grayson alone.

You felt her arms wrap around your waist as you were finishing dinner, chuckling softly at the sensation of her lips placing soft kisses of the skin of your neck. “Missed you…” You murmured softly as you leaned your head over to give her more space, “Missed you too, Love..” Her raspy, husky voice ringed through your ears as she whispered close to your ears while her hands roamed down your sides. You finished playing dinner before turning to face her, caressing her cheek gently as you muttered, “How was work, hm?”

“Long. The usual..” She sighed lowly while leaning into your touch, wrapping her hand around your wrist to pull you closer to her, “Just happy I’m home now with my two favorite girls..” You couldn’t help the sweet, adoring smile that tugged at your lips as her sweet words seeped in your heart, “I’m happy you’re home too, honey.” She pulled you into a warm hug as she buried her head in your neck as you did hers, engulfing your smell and you engulfing hers—the scent that always brought you comfort.

The embrace felt warm and welcoming as it always have been, and it always made both of you to melt in each others touch. Her hands roamed up and down your hips before pulling her head away to gaze lovingly at you, “Everyday I wonder how lucky I am to have you and her…You two are the only thing that keep me sane.” A warm smirk tugged at your lips at her words, eyes filled with undying love and adoration before you pulled her into a sweet, gentle kiss—pouring your heart into slow, sensual dance. God it felt like forever since you both had little intimate moments like this, and this was pure heaven.

Until…

There was a loud crash and the sound of young girl yelping from the bathroom, immediately prompting you and Grayson to run and see what had happened. Your eyes were wide before you let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing your temples deeply as you closed your eyes. The sight was honestly not what you expected.

“Angel, why is Mei-Mei pink?” There stood the hot-pink cat and your daughter with a guilty expression on her pouty face, looking up at you and Grayson as she shrugged, “I thought she’d look pretty if she was pink…” You peeked one of your eyes open to fully take in the sight, splatters of pink on the tub and walls, cat foot prints and her hand prints, and the scattered markers on the floor.

“Call the vet?”

“Mhm.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Safe to say, it would be a while until that pink dye came out of Mei-Mei’s fur.

hope you enjoyed dollies <3 (sorry if it’s short!!)

taglist!!

@sillygirl-lol

[annie-also-draws]

Hades Charmes brain rot dump

Domestic Charmes Modern Au for my needs bc there’s not enough art of them HNNNNG (bless you AO3 writers)

Some designs for Hermes. (Charon’s still in the backlog in my head rn). Hermes with glasses anyone??? 😭

I’m in the deep trenches of making my own Au where Hermes and Charon are finance bros (god of commerce and the god who collects gold, duh, ain’t no way they’re dirt poor).

There’s plenty of fics that display Hermes as the black sheep of the family who’s running his own life away from his family doing odd jobs and barely hangs on (no hate I love them!!!) but there’s not enough Rich! Hermes out there so I just gotta insert my own brain rot. Charon and Hermes working for rival finance companies (one deal with future investment and one deal with settlement money/clauses after one’s death (idk if it’s a real thing but meh)

Check the tags for the synopsis lol AO3 style

Bless Jen Zee for long hair Hermes bc all the hairstyle I can conjure from this 😩🙏

The glasses started as a goofy accessory and ended up staying. Longsighted-Hermes who can’t see things that are close to him and uses contact lenses at work 👁️👁️. Only wears glasses at home (with Charon). Grows very little beard and is perpetually tired bc overworked! Hermes is so canon.

[ladyxskywalker]

No Need to Pretend

Anakin Skywalker x F!Reader/OFC

you stay with anakin overnight at his apartment, a place that is beginning to feel more and more like your home

I wrote this a while ago =] super short based on a happy memory 💌

"Just love me, even if you have to pretend..."

He's in between sleeping, the moment right before his eyes are about to close late into the early hours of the morning. Watching him open them again when he says this.

He misses you even though you're not so far away. Reaching for you to stay next to him closer, away from the edge of the bed where there's not enough space, wanting you to abandon the couch to fit right in.

And you smile. His arms pulling you toward his chest, legs intertwining beneath the covers. Feeling trapped by the ease of falling for this man, in only the best of ways. An escape to the kitchen for ice cream, better left for the next day instead.

"I love you very much, I don't need to pretend."

You say, smiling and running your fingers through his soft and unruly hair. Caressing his cheek within your palm as he hums - getting more comfortable against the plush feel of his pillows. Tilting his chin up to find the brush of your lips that's now become a shadow.

You find that he likes them a certain way when you're there. The cushions, the placemats on the table. A mug for your coffee in the morning that he leaves out now. He likes that you have a favorite, and even more so when you say you miss it when you're not around.

"I cleaned today."

You remember him saying.

"You did? You always keep things tidy here."

"Mhmm. I want to keep things nice for you. For when you return."

Then you think of the short periods of time when you're apart. How even more than a week seems like too much.

That when you finally get cozy with his fuzzy blanket, the big one that reminds you of the one you have on your bed back at your place, you can't help but think that his apartment is just as much your home as well.

You certainly spend enough time there anyway...

"Are you sleeping here tonight...?"

He mumbles, gently. Pressing his forehead lightly against yours. Bringing the sheets further up and over to keep you both warm. As if the gesture was made to answer for you.

"Yes, handsome. I have a day off tomorrow."

"Good. You're supposed to be here."

And in that simple moment, you nod. Curling up further into his chest so that you can remember how all of this feels.

The memory of finding someplace where you belong.

A home.

His heart and yours.

Hands to hold that say you are safest and protected.

And a touch of his kiss before you both drift off.

... 💙

thanks so much for reading ! 😊☕💫

[kurozawa46]

A very Stucky holiday season ☆ ⋆｡°✩ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎ

[mothmanavenue]

passed down like folk songs, our love lasts so long