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Home | 9/20/19 Late Night
Archer fumbled with his keys, dropping them twice before he managed to get them into the keyhole. He was as quiet as he could manage to avoid waking Sky while he changed out of his clothes and into actual pajamas, something he hardly ever wore. He tossed the t-shirt he’d been wearing in the trash can and went over to his bed, forgoing teeth brushing for the night. He groaned as he lay down, trying to find a comfortable position. @sunnysky-evans
Home
What time are you coming home?
A question that always escaped her lips, even before they were an official couple. Before they had that talk of ever being something other than what they were.
Home.
Home had become wherever the other was. Before they came to grips with their feelings the two of them mentioned home without much a thought. They had felt safe and secure in the presence of one another. She stayed with him more often than not, often lugging her little sister along. She helped him in times of need, watching his sisters whenever he was at work. He offered her refuge, offering her a safe place to voice her thoughts and lay her head at night. They practically lived together and made a makeshift family for a while, with Lorenzo and Fleur being the parental figures of the household. Soon it became a reality with Lorenzo gaining guardianship over his sisters.
With age came more changes. Somehow the two of them made it by. Lorenzo made it through college while working and maintaining a household. They scrimped, saved, and sacrificed to make things work, all while raising his two young siblings in the process. Just a few years of being out of college and with a job, Lorenzo finally felt as though he could breathe. They didn’t have to worry too much about money anymore, he didn’t have to = stress himself out over bills anymore. However, that didn’t stop him from being a workaholic. Lorenzo felt like there was only a matter of time before things got bad again. He was so used to struggling all of his life and working hard to get things in order, that same mentality stayed with him for years.
He takes a deep breath as he pulls into the garage of their home. A humble three bedroom with an office space and a decent backyard. It worked for them, especially with the girls getting older - now nine and ten, needing their own rooms by now. Lorenzo was late, as per usual. Something that pissed all of them off usually. To make up for it though, he brought home desserts from their favorite bakery. Sighing, he turns the car off, grabs the bag of treats, and heads into the house with a small apologetic smile. “Hey guys, sorry I’m late.” He calls out before setting the bag down on the counter. “I got cupcakes for everyone though if that makes you guys feel better.”
Home
The water from the shower pelted against her back as Alina bent at the waist, scratching her nails into the shower tiles as Sungbin rocked his hips against hers. The friction between their bodies made her knees weak and she was glad he was holding her hips up, otherwise she’d be a mess on the shower floor. Alina hadn’t told him, but she’d made up her mind to stay, given he let her. Reaching a hand back she held on to one of his wrists, moans interrupted as Hunchul barged into the bathroom, nearly out of breath from running. “He’s outside, waiting for her.” He mouthed, keeping his eyes off the scene and on the floor.
Home || Fletcher & Cassidy
Another day. Another disappointment. It was never going to change. When someone has lived for over two thousand years there's little that one can do. Sure, people change and seasons and cities change, but the core never does, and for Fletcher it was one thing he was adamant on never doing. No matter how much better life could be if he did. He was a creature of habit, a wolf set in his ways, the only thing that would change like the direction of the wind was his anger. At a drop of a button it'd switch and he'd explode, and the only one who really knew why was his sister Cassidy, she understood him. His motives, his thoughts, his desires; he never had to explain himself.
So when he found her in his bed it was natural for him to be concerned. He knew immediately that something was wrong because it was his bed she always went to when she was sad or hurt, it was him who comforted her with a softness that only she knew existed. And like many times before, Fletcher immediately assumed that this bout of sadness was caused by another.
"Cass?" he sat down on the edge of his bed and found himself glaring, someone would pay for this. "Who am I killing?"
Home // Adriana & Anthony
Adriana looked out her apartment window and only saw another brick wall. "I cannot wait until I'm out of here," she said frowning. The apartment felt literally like a shoe box. It was tiny and gross. She tried hard not to be there for a long amount of time each day. It was draining and miserable and never gave her any inspiration or any feeling close of home. The sink had just broken before she saw the ad for a roommate. She felt like it was fate. Adri felt it would be unusual to live with a guy other than her brother and father but she had to put her trust issues aside and hope everything would turn out for the best. This place hadn't been doing her much good. She figured, why should she try and stick around? She heard her phone vibrate and practically hopped to where it was on her bed. Grabbing her keys and purse in one swift movement she was out the door. Adri parked once she arrived at Anthony's place. She was already relieved at the change of scenery. While locking the doors to her car she walked up to the front door. She knocked and waited patiently for the door to open.
Home.
Sungyeol no longer felt like his home was his own, it was as if he were just a guest within a strangers house. It wasn't his home, and it hadn't been for quite some time now. Regardless of where he was within those walls he felt stiff, watched. Judged even. do your homework, go practice.
It was never; how was your day? are you okay. His parents didnt waste their time with such questions, their breath was far to prescious to waste on their child with silly questions such as that. Sleep never greeted him when he slept in his bed, tossing and turning - trashing beneath his bed sheets praying to a higher power that he could be blessed with sleep.
No, not here.
Suddenly he remembers the key he had resting in the back of his sock drawer, though he had never had intentions of using it. His memory of its use had never been more prominant in his mind, it burned the wood in the back of his drawer screaming to be used - though his pride kept him in his bed drenched in sweat from waking up violently. ( the ten minutes of sleep he did get)
Sungyeol thought of Boa more than anything, since that was her gift to him.
a key.
a key to her home.
When the simple piece of metal was gifted to him, he had the audacity to allow a scoff to rip from his throat and laugh in her face. He swore he'd never use it but today he'd swallow his pride, his skin felt like it was vibrating, his bones made of rubber when he pulled himself out of his bed.
His body ached for the comfort sleep brought and he was thankful she wasn't too far away. Leaving with nothing but the clothes on his back and a pair of shoes he slipped on when he walked outside, it was breezy - pulling his hood up and over hair hair and shoving his hands in his pockets.
Counting how many steps it took to get to her house to make the time pass, he didnt speak a word to his parents since they didnt care; all they cared about was his grades. Holding the key tight within his palms and he was sure there would be an imprint left on his hand after the fact.
She had always been the first person to come to mind when it came to means of comfort.
It was about four hundred and eighty seven steps later that her home came into view and the corner of his mouth to pull into a half smile, excitment boiled in his stomach;
To sleep,
To see her.
Knocking thrice on the door for good measure (and manners), waiting a good twenty seconds before he used the key she had given him to unlock the door to her home. Carefully stepping in as his eyes explored every crevis and corner only to assume she wasn't home, he frowned but her natural scent filled the room and immediately brought him a sense of comfort.
finally.
Slipping his shoes off he made his way towards her room, running off of an educated guess. The scattered clothes and miscellaneous items covering her floor solidified his guess but his attention was on her unmade bed, which seemed so inviting at this moment.
A soft shudder of undeniable exhaustion shook him whole as he landed onto her bed lazily, ligiments curling around the blankets and his cheek nuzzling against the pillow. Immediately his eyes felt heavy, sleep was pulling at his lashes to close his eyes. Greeting him happily as comfort washed over him, the muscles that overworked themselves had finally relaxed and before he knew it he was asleep.
These types of things were seldom to Sungyeols normal actions, he kept to himself most of the time, but he saught out this personal heaven because he knew he would be safe. The weeks of struggling to sleep had meant nothing, melted away within seconds of being in Boas bed. Finally able to sleep peacefully, in god knows how long.
Home (02)
As usual Amber was barely awake before Matt started firing questions in her direction. "Hmm?" she asked, sleepily sitting up and stretching her long legs out in front of her. She knew Matt was just worrying about forgetting things but honestly to Amber it mattered none. Pulling at the thick black oversized sweater around her shoulders Amber reminded Matt that he had made her wear a sweater for the very purpose of her not forgetting anything. Plus to keep warm, he had read somewhere that she needed to stay warm at all times and had taken that as his thing to worry about today. Pulling her blanket off and neatly folding it she sat it in her lap as she pulled her bag out from under her seat, placing the blanket inside along with the contents of her wallet and other valuables she couldn't be without. Slipping on her sandals and pulling her hair from the knot she had fashioned it from Amber was ready to exit the plane, feeling it descend as she gathered her stuff. Now if only she could squeeze in another twenty minutes of sleep she'd feel good.
Once the plane was landed Amber rose, settling her bag in the crook of her arm as she slipped her sunglasses on her face, taking hold of Matt's hand as they exited their row. She often felt like a child in these situations, clinging to a father to make sure she didn't get lost, but she knew it was all in good taste. Matt just wanted to make sure he was there to take care of her and keep her safe. Finally getting off the plane Amber was able to catch up to Matt's side, releasing his hand to cover her yawn as they made their way to baggage claim. Per usual she was quiet and held back allowing Matt to grab their bags and taking hers once he had set it on the ground. They were out the door within minutes hailing a taxi and climbing in the backseat as Amber read off her address, keeping her head low from the looming photographers.
Once nestled in the back, in the crook of Matt's arm Amber could feel herself begin to fall asleep once more, the comforting buzz of the car engine and the familiar drive lulling her back into her sleepy state. Jet lag was unapparent before but now that she was pregnant she felt like she could sleep for days. That was the plan for the rest of the afternoon, aquainting Matt to her house and resting. She even had a new sonogram to show him over dinner when she felt awake enough to cook. Sitting up with a sudden jolt of brakes Amber realized they were already at her residence, outside the gate. Getting out once more she reveled in the feeling of the sunlight on her shoulders, typing in her gate code and allowing the car to drive through before following behind it, making sure the gate shut soundly behind them before climbing back into the car to make it up the final trek of the hill to her house.
Home (01)
Home. That was the first thought that came to mind these days when she woke up next to Matthew. It never ceased to amaze Amber how no matter where they were as long as he was by her side she felt at home. On this particular day, and this particular nap, she woke up nestled between Matt and the window of the airplane from Las Vegas to Los Angeles. She was always tired these days and luckily her fiance was more than happy to offer a shoulder for her to nap on. The baby made her tired. It was a first/second trimester thing, supposedly in her third trimester she was to feel a million times better and not so exhausted at all hours of the day.
On this day they were finally heading to Amber's house. Not her parent's house but the house she had bought with her own money and would hopefully raise her babies in, for now. She was excited to show Matt the side of LA that she loved so much. From her beautiful house on the hill to all the crappy food vendors she loved to visit at the local park. She wanted Matt to see LA differently than most people viewed it. In her world there wasn't just glitz and glam but a life that was worth living, one she was happy to be in. It was the kind of lifestyle she wanted to give to her children. One where yes they had privledge but in the same breath could live a normal life without the shine of photographers at all hours. It was a life she wante to share with Matt.
As she woke up Amber tugged the blanket back up around her shoulders, pulling her knees tighter to her chest as she leaned up and over to press a soft kiss to the side of his throat "Who needs a pillow when I have you around?" she whispered quietly against his skin, still in her sleepy haze. Bringing one arm from underneath her throw she linked it around his neck, bringing herself closer to nuzzle affectionately into his shoulder "I love you" she murmured placing one last gentle kiss against the crook of his neck as she willed herself to wake up. They would be landing soon and the last thing she needed was fuzzy vision and sleepy stumbling through the airport.
