The Domestic Meme

[considers]

RULES! ❧ Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom, and any preferences you have. ❧ When replying, RNG for a number between 1 and 15. The number corresponds to the scenario that you will play out in whatever way you want to. ❧ Go from there!

THE LIST! 01] baby Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy. 02] just married Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon... 03] house hunting Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully... 04] household chores It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done? 05] shopping Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not. 06] family vacation WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever ... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~. 07] romantic retreat It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other. 08] comfort Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else? 09] pet Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it! 10] holiday Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count! 11] argument Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight. 12] making up It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right? 13] surprise, surprise You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you. 14] proposal SHUT UP THIS TOTALLY FITS You've been with your other for what feels like forever, and finally you want to tie the knot with them. Will you go down on one knee before them, or get a little creative? 15] other I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that!

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[topofthenaughtylist]

[ ooc: sure! I'd love to do a thread with you. ]

[seesobserves]

Mm.

[He pads over to the machine, the edge of the blanket following him like a train. He hitches it further around himself, securing it enough to free up an arm. He fetches a mug and sugar, pours himself a cup.]

Adventures in baking...

[Jane must have been up for a couple of hours already, but this wouldn't have been a mere exercise in insomnia. Had to have bought some of the ingredients beforehand in anticipation. Or perhaps not; perhaps he just keeps the makings of pumpkin-spiced baked goods around for when the mood strikes. Sherlock never pays particular mind to the pantry if he can help it.

But if this is meant to be anything more than breakfast, Jane will say something sooner or later, so Sherlock's not going to ask. He stirs up his coffee, then takes it over toward the desk and his laptop.]

Haven't gone down for the paper yet.

Ike | Fire Emblem | OTA

[aetherial]

[thetruthismine]

I got a craving.

[He did, but only after rifling through cupboards and stumbling on some pumpkin spice mix. Enough nights of staring at the ceiling and listening to street bustle, and it seemed like a good idea. Baking wasn't really his forte but it was something to do.]

[in reference to the paper:] It's cold outside.

( 7 )

[debts]

[ The cabin itself is small. There's not much other than a wood stove and fuel for it, a bed and linens, a copper tub and an outhouse. No electricity, no other amenities, just a dock leading to a green-ish lake, water washing up into the reeds and lapping at the boards. It's been a rainy summer. They've been here two days and already Natasha feels it, the strange, curling peace that comes with greenery and the wild. Yesterday, she'd come back from a short walk through the nearby woods with dirt up to her elbows, carefully clutching handfuls of wild onion.

Today, the day's just beginning. Sunlight shutters in through the two windows with its warped, old glass and with mornings comes that cool air the cabin isn't too effective at keeping out. Her palm lies flat on his chest, body tucked into his side, unapologetically naked in their bed. Natasha's hand rests on the long line of his scar, almost idly, though her attention is turned to the slow-spreading sunlight across the floor, watching motes rise and fall in the warmth of it.

Natasha's's not sleeping, but her breathing is slow and measured and she's comfortable in a way she can't quite explain. It can't always be like this, she knows, but it's nice to have it while it lasts. ]

hope 8 is okay with you. also headcanoning a bit of this!

[memorycollector]

[The Guardians didn't get sick, but there were rare occasions, often when some children hit that point of growing up and their belief disappeared, that left them feeling worn down. Today was one of those days for Tooth. She had left Baby Tooth in charge of the day's duties and settled into a bed of feathers and clouds. She wouldn't be much help today anyway, so it wouldn't hurt to rest up.]

[seesobserves]

[He checks his website first. No new messages - damn. What's happened to all the halfway-creative criminals in this city?... but then it's on to the usual routine, for as much as Sherlock has one. Flight schedules, police reports - sometimes they don't know they need his help...

He's silent for a long stretch while he does this. Nearly ten minutes. After which he lets out a long sigh and mutters under his breath:]

Nothing.

[He sits back grumpily with what's left of his coffee.]

[couldntdecide]

[Never has Phil been more grateful to his cousins than when he asked them out of the blue if he could use the cabin for the week and they had simply said yes, no questions asked. No are you sure you're up for that, no but you just got out of hospital, no who's going to look after you? They had just handed over the keys and promised to leave him alone, and now here they are, just the two of them, immersed in their own personal world.

He can see how it's slowly creeping over Natasha; she smiles more easily now, she's losing the careful deliberation that used to lie behind every movement she made. It makes his chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with having a spear shoved through it, to see her so relaxed and so very beautiful here, just for him.

She may not be sleeping currently but he is, still sluggish after his surgery, less able to bounce back after a short night with no ill effects. Hopefully he'll get there in time, but right now he sleeps in until she wakes him, even dozes in the afternoon sun when she's out enjoying nature. He feels old now, older than he ever did before, but at least Natasha doesn't seem to care. Having her curled around him, her legs slotted through his, her head heavy on his uninjured shoulder, is all he needs to keep him submerged in slumber.]

Juliet Starling | Lollipop Chainsaw

[nickismyromeo]

Cʟɪɴᴛ Bᴀʀᴛᴏɴ || MCU || OTA

[bettercallit]

[charmaign]

[He, after those long years of starvation and deprivation in the coffin, lost faith that they would ever leave here, let alone to something better. He knew they were at mercy and whim more powerful than their own, so powerful, in fact, that it evicted him from the daydreams of their future he had often sought refuge in during the most difficult times.

He was worn out. Tired. Cared little for what he used to and the worst was he knew that and feared Fletcher would turn from the lack if spark in him.

The thought itself was silly but he no longer had it in him to care. ]

You smell of hounds. [ In another time, he would have been excited for the lure of a gift.]

[debts]

[ The rise and fall of his chest, the thread of knitted flesh underneath her hand, visible through the spread of her fingers — Natasha faces it all with the same attentiveness she always has. From vein to capillary to tendon, Natasha knows Phil; knows the tiredness that seeps in, the way he looks when he wants to hold the memory of her close, the way he murmurs into the long line of her throat when they move together in the dark. She makes space for him in her life just because she can and never lets him wake alone; with words or a touch or a kiss, it's the kind of slow, easy familiarity that Natasha hasn't always known what to do with.

She curls in a little tighter around him, pressing a kiss into his chest. Her hand shifts to trail the edge of her nails along his scar, tries to replace that old frustration and fear with just this. It doesn't have to get more complicated than that, does it? ]

Morning's here, [ she murmurs quietly, though she doesn't stir herself, just quietly hums a snatch of an old folk song she once knew. ]

[couldntdecide]

[He shivers, goosebumps cropping up all down his arms, when she lightly scratches at his chest, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He'd be quite happy to keep sleeping, unconsciously comforted by her warm weight against his side. But it's time to get up, and he's already surfacing even as she murmurs to him, then hums a song he doesn't know. It's that that makes him smile more than anything else — he's never heard her sing before this week.]

M'up. [It's totally a lie, but it's the best he can mumble at the moment, and he huffs out another little sigh as he turns his head into her hair, grumbling a little at having to wake up. Eventually he blinks open heavy eyes and smiles down at her, a totally uncomplicated and open expression pasted across his face. He's rarely as unguarded as he is when he first wakes, and he hasn't felt the need to even make an effort to hide anything from her for months now.

He lifts a hand and brushes her hair out of her face, stroking his fingertips over the delicate shell of her ear.] You look so beautiful like this.

[longanimous]

[This is what troubles Fletcher the most. This isn't the man he's come to know over the course of two centuries. This is barely a shadow among shadows.

He sets the basket on the bed, letting Char feel the solid weight of it against his leg, its contents still under the force of Fletcher's will.]

Perhaps not hounds... open it.

[thetruthismine]

[In that time, the muffins finished. Jane puts the tray on top of the stove and inhales over it. Mm.]

Muffins? It'll make you feel better.

[debts]

[ That's what Phil is, for her. He looks at her with something totally honest and it makes something inside of her crack, something much deeper than bone and tissue. It's easy to fall in love with him; the quiet touch of his hands or his words or anything in-between, and maybe she doesn't say it but she enjoys it, for the moment. It's nice to have the luxury to be able to revel in it. The fact that they're alive, that she loves, that she's loved; these are precious to her in ways that make her feel strangely human.

There's a quiet shiver that runs down her spine when he touches her, the kind of fizz that doesn't seem to want to let go. Natasha hums lightly, a soft kind-of kindness in the set of her eyes as she tips her chin to lightly kiss the turn of his wrist, lips warm at his pulse. ]

Do you want to go back to sleep?

[ It's an easy offer. She'll lie with him, for as long as he wants. ]

3

[agtcarter]

[It was stressful, trying to find a place to live but Peggy was willing to do it anyway because she wanted somewhere to call home with Steve. To build a life with him after everything they had been through the past while.]

[couldntdecide]

[He may not have said it — and he won't, not because he doesn't want her to know, but because he's well aware of the struggle she has with feelings like these — but he does love her, and he knows she knows it too. Phil is better with words than with actions, but she's teaching him how to say something without opening his mouth, and he thinks he's got his message across. He's certainly received hers, loud and clear. He'd never have thought he'd fall in love with the Black Widow, but Natasha is so much more than her codename to him...if asked why he fell for her, his response would only be that he couldn't not fall for her.

She's everything he could ever ask for and then some.]

Mm, no. [He holds his hand at the side of her head as she kisses his wrist, his thumb brushing over her temple.] I'm awake now. There's time to sleep later. [Later, when he won't feel like he's missing out on spending time with her, learning every little secret she's kept up behind the walls that have slowly lowered in their quiet little sanctuary.]

12

[onsilksheets]

[It's all about who is going to speak up first.]

[charmaign]

[ He can feel the movement, feel the life within and it piques his curiosity, along with Fletcher's expectation of Char opening the basket. So he does, a smile of delight playing at one corner of his mouth as the creatures inside- warm and alive- come spilling out in a haphazardly eager pile of ears and too large paws.]

Fletcher- [ He starts but stops to pick up a particularly plump black pup, letting the creature excitedly lick his face ] Why? And so many- but now they're trapped here, too. [ But he doesn't sound sad, rather, faintly happy. ] We shall take care of you, we are all you have.

[bettercallit]

[ Clint is a patient man, it comes with the job description, but this isn't a mission, and he's not on the clock, which means he's restless and eager to put everything behind them.

But trust isn't something that either of them were ever really experienced in, and putting that in someone who refuses to confess what it is that they do - well, it's bound to throw up obstacles.

It's been a year, now, though, and a passionate night isn't going to be enough to actually fix whatever it is that they're doing, and he knows if one of them doesn't swallow their pride then they'll end up walking away again.

He's perching on the edge of the bed, back to Bela, and he sighs, elbows on his thighs as he hunches over himself. ]

Guess this's the part where one of us points out the obvious and announces we should probably talk. Right?

[longanimous]

[It's the first time he's seen Char smile in what feels like far too long and makes everything he had to do to get these six puppies worth it.

Settling next to Char on the bed, he lets a round-bellied little girl puppy climb over his leg.]

We both need things to think of other than ourselves and it will strengthen us to have our animal to call close and in such numbers. Court will see them as harmless affectations. If I had brought hunting hounds, that might have been seen as a threat.

[Reaching out, he grazes Char's jaw with his knuckles.]

And I wanted to see you smile.

Evie Anspaugh || ER || F/M

[docsdaughter]

[Okay with any number. Come at me, bro.]

[onsilksheets]

[It was interesting how she thought that sex was going to make things better. Not that Clint had any objection after Bela had suggested it because they were very good at it. They were also quite stubborn which didn't exactly help things all of the time.

She's in the bed itself, the blanket drawn up around her body but she isn't looking at him now, despite his back being turned away.]

Looks like you've just done that yourself, Clint. Maybe you should continue.

Rolled a 5

[study_in_scarlet]

((Up for another already?))