#ft milo

[hecticlife]

"i can't believe birds of a feather was the most streamed song of 2024," leon tells milo as they hang out in the back of the record store. it's quickly becoming the blond's favorite place. especially because of the music, but also because the owner is such a cool guy. "i was rooting for espresso. that song -that album- is so fucking good."

@dcwnfalls

[dnfao3tags]

dnf reclist - milo shits the bed

behold, a new trope.

— hanging out in my room by nervouswaltz (gen | comp. | 3k)

“And you can’t sleep in the guest house?” Dream deflates, pathetic. He looks intently at Patches, scratching behind her little ears, like the two of them are telepathically communicating. George watches him, drinks in the flutter of his eyelashes, the way his chest shifts with gentle, calm breaths, how the hinges of the knuckles of his fingers bend and flex as he strokes along Patches’ spine. Eventually, he looks up. “I can’t sleep in the guest house,” he declares, “because Patches will get sad if she can’t share a bed with me, and she’s not allowed in there overnight.” He says it as if it’s a definitive reason, even though Patches splits her time between all of the bedrooms, sometimes conking out on the couch for the night. “A compelling argument,” George muses, adjusting his pretend-monocle as though he’s some sort of gentleman and not like he’s sitting in three-day-old sweatpants and a hoodie of Dream’s that he stole from a basket of clean laundry that hadn’t yet made it out of the laundry room. “I suppose I’ll have to concede.”

— stay the night by cqfnce (teen | comp. | 3k)

Dream shrugs, and finally, George notices the shadows under his eyes, darker than usual. “None of the guest beds are made and honestly? I don’t have the energy to deal with that, and Sapnap is streaming, so I figured-” “Sure,” George cuts him off, playing with the hem of his shirt. “You can use mine, I probably won’t sleep for a while anyway, so.” “So,” Dream parrots him, drawing the vowel out. “Uh- thanks. You can kick me out when you need it- I’ll probably just take a nap.” “Okay, yeah, I’m just going to edit now. Have a nice nap.” And George is turning back to his computer, feeling the pull of productivity and wanting to get away from the feelings that are burbling in his stomach. “If you see Milo tell him to fuck off,” Dream adds, as he walks in the direction of George’s bedroom. “Or to go shit on Sapnap’s bed again.”

[thescphias-blog]

Placing a piece of paper in front of the older boy Sophia was practical beaming ear to ear. “That my friend is my, yes my as in Sophia Thorpe’s, schedule for this spring at the community college,” she gushed blushing slightly, she couldn’t help but hope that Milo was proud of her. After months and months of suggesting it, she had bit the bullet and decided to try out another semester of school. “It’s only two classes but I thought it was at least a start.” @afkmilo

[luciusharper-blog]

Lucius spent most of his time alone, writing, trying to keep his human contact to a minimum. On the rare occasion he did venture out with the intent on having social interaction, it was with very few people. He’d made a point to try and stretch his boundaries, but he found most people annoyed him. And, really, if he were being honest, he mostly wanted to spend time with his brother when he was feeling under the weather. Oz always cheered him up, even when they didn’t do anything. He figured he would surprise him with a visit--since they only had the chance to talk over drinks at the Neverland Café these days.

He knocked heavily on Oz’s apartment door, fully anticipating to slump against his brother and go lie on the couch and vent, but when the door opened and Lucius began his slump, it wasn’t Oz at all---but Oz’s roommate and longtime friend Milo. Lucius used to be jealous of all the time Oz spent with Milo over him, but he soon learned that it was much easier to bounce ideas off his linguistic friend. Milo was like a walking thesaurus and Lucius used him many times to find the right word when he was writing a novel. When he finally reconnected with Oz after so many years of radio silence, he reconnected with Milo as well. Lucius was secretly happy Oz still had Milo to fall back on after Lucius left. At least his brother didn’t have to suffer the same fate as him. There were worse people to slump against when opening a door, but Lucius still found himself embarrassed at the action, scrambling to disengage himself from the younger man. “’M’sorry,” he mumbled. “I was expecting Oz. He’s not here?” So much for his surprise.

@milopomme

[luciusharper-blog]

★♒☢ for milo

★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse.

Lucius loves the way Milo holds onto everything. How he sees the value in something Lucius would have tossed aside without a second glance. Lucius doesn’t think of it as being too sentimental or possessing the inability to just let things go--but more of an indication of a big heart. Lucius wonders if Milo ever kept anything Lucius gave him for the same reasons, including the short stories he used to write when they were younger and would ask both Milo and Oswald for their opinions.

♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.

“He demands an audience not many are willing to give but if one only offers the opportunity, they’ll see a man wise beyond his years with the heart to match.”

☢ : If they view your muse as a friend or enemy or love interest.

Milo is certainly not an enemy, and outwardly one of Lucius’ only friends. He grew up thinking of Milo as nothing more than his little brother’s best friend. But the first night he spent alone, staring up at the ceiling of the group home, it was thoughts of how Oswald still had Milo’s smile for company that kept him from breaking down. Unfortunately, Lucius only had the memory to keep for himself. Now that they’ve been reunited years later, Milo makes Lucius’ heart ache in a way he most definitely keeps hidden somewhere. He can’t afford feelings like that, especially with a mortal.

@milopomme

[luciusharper-blog]

‡ (milo and sadie)

send ‡ for my muse’s reaction to yours climbing into bed with them.

@sadiepratt

“I told you I would get you the number for my publisher and I meant it.” He said the words hastily as the redheaded vampire made her way into the bed. He’d never really had fans of his work before until he met the Pratts, and now he was wondering what his words had gotten himself into. Vampire groupies, clearly. “It’s not that big of a deal...”

@milopomme

Lucius’ eyes fluttered open when he felt the edge of his bed sink with the weight of someone else. It was far too heavy to be Beelzebub. Besides, the cat’s monstrous purr would have been a dead giveaway. It took a second for Lucius to recognize Milo without his glasses on but when he did, his sleepiness quickly melted away and he moved over to accommodate. “Fair warning,” he mumbled, pulling the blankets up over the both of them, clearly accepting this nighttime intrusion with no hesitation. “I have cold feet and they will wake you up.” He knew his soft spot for Milo was showing, but here in the quiet silence of his bedroom, he didn’t feel the need to hide it.  He snaked one hand around the linguist’s waist and curled into him, making sure not to touch the other with his feet. Maybe Milo’s presence would soothe his constant bad dreams. Maybe Milo was sleepwalking. Whatever the reason, Lucius relished the warmth until morning.