How about early dating waking up for the first time together, please? 🥹
Thanks so much for this prompt @kinardnatural sorry it took me so long to get to it. Work deadlines kicked my ass the last week or so. Anyway, here's some fluffy waking up together:
Tommy blinks, strong sunlight pulling him from a deep, boneless sleep.
There’s a weight draped over his chest, feet tangled in his own. The mattress under him is a bit too soft for his liking, but Tommy doesn’t feel like moving. He just wants to stay here in this warmth, Evan next to him.
Tommy turns his head, taking in the sight of his new boyfriend still asleep, head on Tommy’s pillow his own nowhere in sight. The light picks up the gold undertones of Evan’s product free brown curls which flutter slightly from Tommy’s breath.
This feels like a dream.
It can’t possibly be real.
He’s probably passed out on a cot in a tent at Incident Command between shifts digging trenches to stop the spread of the Angeles Crest fire. He’s missed Howie’s wedding (which was completely normal and not in a hospital while Howie recovers from encephalitis). Didn’t kiss Evan in the ER waiting room or eat cake. Certainly, didn’t get gently guided into Evan’s jeep and herded into a shower where Evan cleaned away the soot and smoke before tucking Tommy into his bed.
All of that can’t be more than a dream.
Except Evan’s foot shifts against Tommy’s ankle, toenail scraping Tommy’s skin and that’s not the kind of thing you can feel in a dream is it? It’s grounding, real, intimate in a slightly uncomfortable way that makes Tommy’s stomach flip and his heart ache because this is real.
He’s really waking up in Evan’s bed.
He really met Evan’s family last night and celebrated one of his oldest friend’s weddings and Evan really brought him home and took care of him afterwards.
And is it too soon to want this for the rest of his life?
Definitely.
But still, Tommy wants.
Wants deep down to his marrow for this feeling, this giddy warmth, to never fade.
Tommy shifts onto his side so he can study the length of Evan’s lashes and the slope of his nose, memorise the scars along his cheeks.
Tommy can’t find the words to express everything he wants to say so he instead closes the gap between them and presses a soft kiss to Evan’s lips, just a quick “good morning” peck.
Evan’s lips curve into a smile against his own, eyes fluttering open. “Morning,” he says. “Sleep all right?”
“Mmm,” Tommy murmurs. “I don’t think your mattress is ever going to let me go,” he says.
Evan laughs. “Good mattress,” he says before squeezing Tommy closer, rolling over with a grunt until Tommy is lying plastered on top of Evan.
“That go the way you thought?” Tommy asks. He could get used to this, laying across Evan’s chest, their bodies pressed together in a way that feels more right that anything Tommy’s ever known.
Evan grunts in laughter. “You’re uh, a bit heavier than any of my girlfriends,” he admits.
Tommy chuckles, shifting so that his forearms frame Evan’s face, taking some of his weight. “Just a bit?” he asks.
Evan snorts and then he leans up and captures Tommy with a kiss, deeper than before. Evan nibbles Tommy’s lower lip and Tommy can’t help but groan into the kiss, tongue flicking out, seeking entry to Evan’s mouth.
They kiss, soaking each other in. It’s leisurely, no destination in mind, just to taste and explore and entwine.
Eventually, Evan pulls back. “How’re you feeling?” he asks, hand pressing the base of Tommy’s spine, having somehow slipped under Tommy’s shirt while they kissed.
It’s a good question because as much as Tommy loves this, as much as he’d love to continue, slowly peeling back each other’s clothes until they’re lying naked together in Evan’s bed, he hasn’t eaten anything other than cake and protein bars in over twenty-four hours. “Hungry,” he admits. “Exhausted.”
To his relief, Evan doesn’t look disappointed, though Tommy can feel Evan’s arousal pressing into his hip. Instead, Evan nods and says, “How ‘bout I make us some breakfast?”
“You don’t have to,” Tommy says.
“I want to,” Evan says and then he pokes Tommy in the ribs, right above Tommy’s shrapnel scar. “Now scooch.”
With a sigh, Tommy flops back to the side of the bed he woke up on, fatigue making itself known through his limps and lower back.
“Get some more sleep,” Evan says. “I’ll bring food up when it’s ready.” He leans over and gives Tommy a kiss on the tip of his nose which no one’s ever done before, not since Tommy was a little kid and his mom used to pepper his entire face with kisses when she tucked him into bed.
God, Tommy hasn’t thought about that in forever.
Hasn’t felt that sense of surrender and safety since his mother’s death. It’s unexpected, to find it here, in Evan’s arms and Tommy’s not sure what to do with the yearning bubbling up inside him as Evan tromps down the stairs to the kitchen.
This is supposed to be light, fun. They’re supposed to be playing it by ear, taking it slow. It’s too early to be falling in love and yet Tommy can’t help himself as he listens to the sizzle of something in the frying pan. Evan’s cooking for him.
Evan’s trying to take care of him.
Is it so wrong to want this? To hold onto it for as long as Evan will let him.
Tommy smiles to himself as the scent of eggs and bacon and fresh brewed coffee waft up from the kitchen.
Ugh, why can't I shamelessly and endlessly pump out fanfiction like I did when I was fourteen? Why can't I fill dollar store notebook after dollar store notebook with poorly written fantasy stories like I did back then? It was only...*checks watch* half my lifetime ago!!
Instead my brain gotta lag like a Chromebook running Windows 7
Has anyone asked for 19 yet 👀👀👀👀 if they have then.....25 perchance.
they have not... #19 is lingerie
Tommy's normally cautious to the point of paranoia about stuff like this, but Evan makes him feel reckless in ways that are unfamiliar and thrilling, so he doesn't give himself too much time to think about it. He locks himself inside the stall, pops the button on his jeans and lowers the zip, pulling them down low enough that the red lace is clearly visible even in the low light. He snaps a picture, sends it before he can second guess himself, takes care of business and zips himself back up.
He's drying his hand when the bathroom door flies open, the volume of the music and laughter and voices from the bar abruptly getting louder. Evan looks mad as hell striding across the room to Tommy, his cheeks flushed, his eyes narrowed and nowhere near Tommy's face.
"You are — " he starts, and Tommy knows where this is headed just from the edge in Evan's voice.
"I'm too old to fuck in a public bathroom, Evan."
"I'm not," Evan protests. Tommy laughs, feeling a little giddy at the knowledge he's got Evan so riled up.
"Good luck with that," he says, and pops a kiss onto the tip of Evan's nose before he side-steps him to head back out to their friends.
I have time today and I wanna write superblond and I don't know what. So let's do like a WIP Wed thing I see people doing and ignore that it isn't wednesday and send me asks of what you want me to write/publish more of.
Vessel!Bernard and confused!kon
sleepy cockwarming
superblond omegaverse
Snippet of sleepy cockwarming:
Bernard is sitting at one end of the long dining table when Kon gets tugged out of the bedroom by his elbow and (gently) shoved into the seat beside him. The area around Bernard is covered by an open laptop, several books filled with with colored tabs, and an incomprehensibly organized array of annotated pages.
It looks pretty much the same as it had a few minutes ago, when Kon had trailed Tim from the bathroom into the bedroom, planning to sexily convince him to skip patrol.
In fact, the only thing that looks different from a few minutes ago is that Bernard's hair is notably messier from running his hands through it, and the condensation puddle around his iced coffee is slightly larger.
"Hello, nurse," Bernard says under his breath, shamelessly letting his gaze sweep over Kon's naked body when it appears at his side.
"I have to head out, and someone's feeling slutty," Tim declares to Bernard.
The other, more annoying difference to a few minutes ago is that Tim is now fully dressed instead of just wrapped in a towel, because Kon was not able to convince him to skip patrol, sexily or otherwise.
Normally, Kon would have some smart-ass comment to respond with. He'd argue that he wasn't being slutty, Tim was being homophobic, or that he wouldn't have to be slutty if Tim didn't enjoy making him suffer.
Buck cherishes all the times he gets to see this side of Tommy. Clingy, vulnerable, shamelessly asking for affection and comfort.
He loves having his hunk of a man slumped on top of him, head resting on his chest and eyes closed as he decompresses after a long and exhausting day at work.
“I'm so tired,” Tommy murmurs, rubbing his cheek over Buck's sternum. “I need a nap.”
“Rest, babe, I'll be here,” Buck whispers, running his hand up and down Tommy's back, lulling him to sleep. “I love you.”
He doesn't get an answer but smiles anyway, Tommy's breath evening out as the hand curled around his ribs goes slack and his lips part around a contented sigh.
Watching Tommy sleep is an absolute delight, as weird as it might sound, and Buck feels so lucky to be the one who gets to have this. He commits his face to memory all over again, running the tip of his finger down the slope of his nose, the hinge of his jaw, the curve of his bicep, everywhere he can reach. He wants to map and discover his body like an unknown land, even if he already knows it by heart.
Tommy stirs in his sleep, burrowing further into Buck's chest and he smiles, his hand carding softly through Tommy's hair, soothing and grounding and loving.
When Tommy wakes up, an hour later, it's to Buck's hand tracing the ridges of his spine.
“I love you,” Tommy says, and it sounds like a promise.
@brokenpiecesof Here is more of my 122 transfer fic 🚒 following the cliffhanger that ended here
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“You’re leaving?! Of course, you’re still making it all about you. Grow up, Buck. I came back from Texas for the 118. You can stay too.”
Buck looks Eddie dead in the eye as he responds calmly despite his heart hammering on, “I’m sorry my grief is inconvenient for you, Eddie, but you moving back from Texas has no impact on me- my decision.”
Buck hesitates at the end of the sentence because he’s shocked at how true it feels. Yes, Eddie's return impacted him, mostly because he was being forced to find a new place to live. But outside of that? He didn’t feel any relief or joy at his best friend's return.
He didn’t feel much these days in general. There were brief moments where he felt something, like getting to see Chris again, ziplining between the buildings to escape the collapse, or meeting baby Bobby for the first time. But more often than not, he felt untethered yet heavy at the same time.
But Buck couldn’t begin to explain that to everyone. He could barely understand it himself. And right now was not the time to try. Eddie was still yelling, and it was essentially a repeat of what he said that night in the kitchen. Thankfully, this time he said it without touching him.
He looked past Eddie to where Hen and Chim were watching everything unfold. Hen was alternating between frowning at Eddie and facing Buck with a look that could only be described as understanding. Chim just looked confused at Eddie’s outburst and unsure of how to handle the situation.
He focuses long enough to catch the tail end of Eddie’s rant, “Fine, runaway. Shut us out just like you did when you sued the department. Turn your back on this family again.”
Buck scoffs at that, “Turn my back? I have been reaching out, trying to keep us together. To keep me together,” Buck hates the way his voice cracks, “But everything is still falling apart, so I’m done.”
He turns to head to the roof, needing to clear his head. He mutters as he walks away, “Some family,” and then a little louder, “Enjoy breakfast.”
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tagging other people who have also sent asks about this fic: @moonydanny @chococara25 @drdone @tyrusshipper12 I will still answer all of yours, I just didn't want you to miss out on this since I know the last snippet was a cliffhanger 😌
