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[moonlitwhiims]

i can’t get enough of you. irene and dahlia. 

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it wasn't necessarily often that dahlia gave up control in the bedroom. but sometimes, when the right girl came along...or rather, the right woman. a somewhat crooked, almost mischievous grin is given to the other. ❛ well, lucky for you, i don't plan on goin' anywhere, sweetness. ❜ there's a beat, where dahlia bites down on her bottom lip, hazel eyes taking in all of the blonde in front of her. the silence doesn't last long. before she's ducking back in to steal a kiss — pressing her lips passionately against irene's, smiling against her lips. ❛ and nobody's gonna stop you from having me all to yourself... ❜ she breathed out against the other's mouth, breaking the kiss slightly.

[chaserabbits]

i’m not shy. i just want to be perfect for you. cameron and scott. 

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it hits him a lot harder than he expected, cameron's confession a slap shot to the chest that nearly knocks the wind out of him. it simultaneously warms and breaks his heart to hear that he's thinking of him, but scott doesn't want cameron to feel like they have to do it for him. he wants cameron to feel confident in himself first before anyone else. scott eagerly awaits that day, but is also patient enough to wait for it, knowing it will be well worth it in the end. cameron is well worth it in the end.

his expression softens, a hand reaching out to catch the hem of the blonde's plaid boxers in order to tug them closer, pull them into his lap so scarred chest can press up to differently scarred chest, heart to heart as arms wrap securely around their slender back, refusing to let them go just yet.

❝ you are perfect to me, ❞ answer is an affirmable whisper against the shell of their ear, warm breath he hopes wraps comfortably around them and temporarily quells the anxiety he knows is circulating through the other. he knows that feeling, he's felt it many times himself. ❝ i want you to be perfect for you. ❞ a finger jabs lightly at the center of their chest once they lean back up straight to look down at him. scott's eyes are on their scars, a hand raised to ghost his fingers over the thin lines.

❝ and once you're good and ready, i will be too. ❞ a promise he makes then and there, intending to be kept, and sealing it with a kiss above their chest. the limelight is there waiting to be stepped into, but the both of them just need a little more time until they're able to walk hand in hand into it. until then, he'll be here for cameron, for whatever wants or needs that he has, just as they have done for him.

[takesdrink]

@dogcores -> ♡'d for a starter, for dana.

and just like that, the pitt seems to heave a collective sigh of relief once dana seats herself back at the helm. robby's eye is promptly caught, the older man gesturing with his chin for a fresh ice pack to be fetched. an order which is swiftly carried out, with tousled mess of blonde locks reappearing as quickly as it had disappeared into the storage rooms.

as he weaves his way back, cyanic eyes hone in on the discolored crack in the otherwise perfect porcelain of her face. sympathy morphs the smile on his face, and he leans over the counter to present his offering.

“  i come bearing gifts.  ” a dry attempt at humor.

[popularmxnster]

@dogcores continued from here!

Of course Billy had come to watch him. He always did when the chance presented itself. " Like you need some pointers." He teased, sticking a cigarette between his lips and lighting up in the cool night air. He eyed over the limbs with a proud smirk on his lips. " I do love watching you work. You just look so pretty when you're bloody." He praised, something only done when deserved in his eyes. " So come on. Out with it, give me the gory details. What did the son of bitch do?" Billy loved living vicariously through the murders committed by the other male. Billy was still on parole and being watched so he only helped with clean up on occasion. He wanted to have the real fun. He was dying for it but he knew it had to be the right time so he wasn't caught again.

[takesdrink]

CONTINUED, @dogcores.

he doesn't want to talk about it, and he knows she doesn't want to either. in the years since, it's only come up a handful of times in conversation — mostly just slipping out. of which, the topic would then be cut off immediately and silence would be held for an increasingly long time afterwards. he never wants to talk about it, and neither does she.

so when he finds her still awake seated on the couch long after the sun went down, he doesn't question it.

instead, he does question what the hell she's watching. “  tom and jerry?  ” it draws a laugh out of him much to his own surprise. he hasn't watched, nor really thought about, that show for so long — danny had since graduated on to more mature forms of media.

with his interest now caught, he moves around to the front of the couch to accompany her. his long legs clad in plaid pajama bottoms pull in when he sits and he wraps an arm around them, keeping himself curled up.

“  yeah, we'd have it on during sunday breakfast. we had to keep the volume low so we wouldn't wake—  ” he cuts himself off quickly, a wave of horror crashing over him as he realizes what he was saying. of who he was mentioning. danny swallows hard.

[takesdrink]

he's getting taller. or she's getting shorter. either way, he's got a few inches over her now. not quiet towering, like she used to when he was younger (granted, he was just a kid so that was only natural), but tall enough that he would be the one called upon to obtain something that couldn't be reached.

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he hears her ask, and a warm smile appears on his face as watches from the corner in the kitchen as she stands up on her tiptoes in an attempt to grab the box of coffee pods.

danny had gotten her one of those automatic coffee machines for christmas last year, figuring it was time for her to stop working herself to death just to make some coffee the old fashioned way. but mostly it was because he knew she could hear father's voice at the back of her mind telling her to hurry up.

“  yeah, i got it.  ” he steps further into the kitchen, using the counter to give himself a little extra boost as he pushes himself up onto his own tiptoes and grabs the box. pride fills his chest at the smile that appears on her face once he places not one, but two of the pods into her awaiting hands.

“  make me one, too?  ” a plea that he follows with a tilt of his head and a flash of puppy dog eyes that can only pull on the heartstrings of a mother.