5 for dom/mason?? 😳😳 (this is possumsunshine btw fbhfbf)
5. a kiss...where it doesn’t hurt
Thank you so much for the prompt!! I might’ve gone at an angle again, but I had a lot of fun with this, and I hope you like it!
Having to be Useless
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Words: ~550 Rating: G
There's a soft knock at the door, and if Mason didn't recognize the heartbeat behind it, he might've cursed at it.
As it was, even in the fog, he could admit it wasn't even a knock so much as a firm tap.
He doesn't bother answering either way, instead shoving his pounding head under the pillow. Sure enough, the person on the other side of the door takes the silence as the permission it was, and the door creaks open just long enough to let them in before it's closing again.
"Hey...heard from Nate." Dom says, low enough that human ears would struggle to pick it up.
Figures Nate would tell him. Not like Mason was going to. As much as he wanted to see Dom when they got back, he'd had the beginnings of this migraine even yesterday and he just...hadn't wanted…
Hadn't wanted what? Dom's seen him like this. Hell, Dom's seen him much worse.
Maybe it was the type of worse? Dom had seen him bruised and bloody plenty of times. Had even seen him over sensitized once or twice - hours if not days long headaches that made him irritable and set his senses on fire if he wasn't able to go find some place to hole up and hide for a little while from the bright and loud and wrong.
Maybe it wasn't so much he didn't want Dom to see, as he didn't want to deal with the time he needed.
If Dom didn't know - didn't come looking - then he could pretend he was still out on the job, and not wasting time being useless in bed. Not having to be useless in bed.
"You need anything?" Dom asks, gentle, and sweet, and too damn much right now, even in the quiet and the dark. And Mason hates how he winces, even as Dom is clearly trying to be as quiet as possible.
Mason can't quite make his tongue work like he wants, so he settles for a negative grunt, hopes Dom gets the answer he needs from that.
There's a muted hum, "Okay, I'll leave you be. But, hey, look at me for a second?" And Mason knows the room is dark enough that Dom has no way to tell if Mason does or not.
Finds he wants to anyway.
When he does, Dom's smiling at him so, so softly in the dark, before raising a hand to his lips to press a kiss there and blowing it Mason's way.
And it should be stupid and cheesy. It is stupid and cheesy.
And it makes Mason feel better than he has in two days, even if the laugh he lets out sounds like sandpaper and rocks.
"When you're ready for some company, you know where I'll be. Close your eyes." And Mason does as he's told, just as he hears the door open again to let Dom out - the light from the hallway is low but as it is, he's glad of the warning.
He buries himself back into the pillows, more relaxed than he'd been even ten minutes ago. In two hours - he can feel better all he likes, but aches like this don't just go away - he'll see if he's up for a shower, then go see if he can convince Dom to hang out in bed with him for a little while.
- purple! all of the purples, but especially like this kind
- irises!
- italy! gimme the pasta tbh
- i wanted to be a veterinarian T^T
- uhhh, videogames, netflix, and writing these days. i used to cook A LOT and still really enjoy it. love to experiment with food.
- up until this past week, my partner and i cared for a feral cat colony on our street! we've rehomed several feral kittens in the last few years and helped get adults spayed/neutered!
The way Adam pushes into the hand against his cheek almost breaks Arlo’s heart. The way his eyes flutter closed, the way his hand grips at Arlo’s wrist, strong but almost painfully, deliberately gentle, like the human is something fragile. Something precious.
He wonders if anyone has ever treated Adam like he’s something precious.
I don’t think you’re a monster, Adam.
Maybe you should.
The first is a barely-there brush, a ghost of a kiss, if it can even be called that. He’s still caught up in the overwhelming rush of sensory information. Adam’s cheek warm against his palm, his eyelashes tickling against his fingers, his breath quick and shallow, fluttering against his wrist. If this is how Adam feels all the time, it’s no wonder he tries to play his emotions so close to the chest. It’s almost suffocating, this terrifying awareness of another person, but he thinks he could happily drown in it.
Adam’s lips are trembling faintly, and the only reason Arlo can even tell is because they’re hardly a breath away from his own, as if it is taking every ounce of the considerable strength in Adam’s body to hold himself in check. But Arlo can feel the want coiled under his skin, present in every taut muscle, swelling over all his carefully held restraint.
The second kiss, or maybe the first, if he wants to get technical, is more.. Just more. Both hands on Adam’s face now, thumbs stroking his cheekbones, trying to soothe his own nerves as much as Adam’s, trying to push everything he’s feeling but can’t put into words into each dazzling point of contact. Adam’s lips part against his, and the noise that slips between them is soft and needy and raw, and something about it sinks into Arlo’s chest and makes a home there.
Somewhere between the first kiss and the third, Adam’s hand curls into the front of Arlo’s shirt, holding on like it’s his lifeline. Between the third and the fifth, there are tears on his cheeks, and Arlo makes a small detour to kiss those away. The sixth tastes like salt, and Adam leans into him heavily, like he’s struggling to stay upright under the weight of whatever this is between them.
Somewhere after that, Arlo loses count of the kisses, too busy trying to imprint everything Adam makes him feel against his mouth.
notes: alone in the detectives apartment at some point during book one post reveal
The steady ‘clack’ of her thumbnail against her teeth is what finally gets to him.
Silence is not uncomfortable for Mason. It’s preferable to just about any alternative, in fact. He lolls his head to fix the detective with a glare.
Her hair is spilling from her low ponytail in waves. The bruise purple bags under her eyes cast shadows in the low light. She’s been slouched over her laptop for the four hours that he’s been here. Wordless and unmoving. It’s not the most colorful babysitting job he’s had.
“I can hear you chomping your nails—will you cut it out?”
Not so much as a glance.
“Something about him...” she mutters to herself instead. The chomping continues. The furious tapping on her outdated laptop keyboard persists.
Mason frowns. She looks exhausted. If they were ambushed right now, she’d be taken down by a hard look.
“Hey,” he says. Tap, tap, tap.
“Hey,” again, louder.
“I’m working.” It comes out as little more than a croak. Mason almost chuckles. Cute.
“Yeah, I can see that. Look at me for a second.”
Moments pass with no acknowledgement. More typing. He almost gives up in the instant before she focuses her attention on him. His frown sinks.
“You should rest,” though his voice is so quiet, he wonders if it’s his at all.
Lane stares. It’s disconcerting. The team has hung around her enough so that he’s gotten accustomed to her easy smiles, and sunny demeanor. She looks like she’s running on empty.
Mason doesn’t know what she must see on his face to make her expression go suddenly soft like that.
“Yeah.” Lane closes her computer. She leaves it on the table. An act of good faith he hadn’t asked for. She gives him a smile, slow and sweet as honey. He swallows hard.
Honestly I think your icon (which is awesome) is what made me really committed to the idea that Laura Moon had blonde hair, so when I saw she had brown hair in the show I got really upset lol
Oh my goodness!
The icon I’m currently using was created by @tinyhaunt who is an amazing artist who created this before the show was cast and was exceptionally kind when I completely forgot to ask permission first (which I know better than to do so I felt exceptionally guilty and they were very kind to forgive).
So great artist and very forgiving person! So buy them a coffee
Thank you so much for the prompt! And I am sorry this is so late!!
Melt
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Words: ~500 Rating: G
Dom really, really hated...what?
Really hated what? It was a long day, sure, but there was nothing really that...that made it bad. Just. Long. And tiring.
And you know what, maybe that was it - maybe he hated not having something to focus his annoyance on. Instead taking, and taking, and having nowhere to really direct that energy, and just being stuck with it building and building under his skin as the hours dragged on and the sun dipped below the horizon. Yeah, that might be it.
When he pulls up to the warehouse, he's about two seconds from just...falling asleep in his car. He's not particularly tired, but the thought of having to get out, get up, and go even farther is just not that appealing.
At least, until he gets a text from Mason asking if he's finally trying to put his car out of its misery by idling it until the engine gives. That at least gets a small, weak laugh from him, and gives him enough energy to get up, get out, and go find him.
Mason's not hard to find - these days, if there's no pressing business, it's not all that uncommon to find their four resident vampires in the rec room. Mason's already claimed their couch for the night, and honestly, Dom could catalogue what the others are doing - he knows they're there, and has at least enough wherewithal to wave when he hears his name - but honestly?
He sees Mason and that is all he wants right now. Not even in a...in any kind of way. Just wants. Wants to be next to him, be there with him.
Mason tips his head back on the couch as Dom comes closer, a lazy, lovely smile slowly spreading as Dom gets closer, and wouldn't you know it? That's incredibly convenient.
The kiss is at an awkward angle, both because of one of them being upside down, and because by now, Mason's laughing at him - this low, warm rumble that tingles all the way down to Dom's fingertips. And Dom just...just gives into it, because this...this is all he ever wants.
"You pull me over the couch again, I'm not responsible for my elbows," he mutters against Mason's mouth, grinning slightly when previously intent hands splay against the couch again, totally innocent.
He doesn't want to pull away just yet - the thought of it like pulling teeth, even if he knows he's being ridiculous, and even if the kiss is little more than smiles pressed close, and-
"C'mere Dom…" Mason murmurs so, so soft, Dom knows it's for his ears only.
And Dom is only so strong.
So he takes that last breath, that last taste, before finally, finally pulling away, just enough (too much) to slip around the couch, and drop heavily into Mason's waiting arms.
And there's that rich rumble again, echoing low in Mason's chest, and the last of the day just melts away.
ashakjgh BRO YOU GOT ME COVERED I WENT TO THE KITCHEN TO GET SOME FOOD AND CAME BACK TO THIS THANK U SO MUCH 😭😭😭
1. What’s your detective fondest childhood memory?
I think it’s a tie between rigging up his own tattoo machine out of a friend’s brother’s RC car motor and giving himself his first tattoo, or the time in high school Tina’s stepmom’s old beater broke down, and Tina invited him over to see if he could figure out what was up, bc she’d heard through the grapevine that he liked to tinker with machines n whatnot. They spent the whole day together while Chase fucked around under the hood, Tina sat in the shade and offered “advice” (mostly just yelling out bullshit fake mechanic jargon) and her stepmom brought them snacks and thanked Chase effusively for putting in the effort. It ended up being a pretty simple fix, and Tina’s stepmom was so grateful she offered to make his favorite for dinner whenever he came over. That’s how he and Tina actually became friends rather than just knowing each other in passing (Tina Poname Friendship Ambush wins again!)
8. Do they play (or used to play) any sport?
I think the closest Chase ever would have gotten to a sport (he didn’t play well with others as a kid, so team sports were out) would be something like cross-country track, though I could definitely see him getting into, like, rugby or hockey, just based on the very physical, full-contact aspect. He got really into kickboxing/mma in college, though!
10. What’s their best body feature?
A...arms.... 😳😳😳 Real talk though, his arms and shoulders are solid, but he’s also got a really nice ass/thighs. He’s just a strong, sturdy lil dude and then he went and got inked up too??? like??? how dare he???
34. What’s their love language?
Physical touch for the most part, but also acts of service are up there! Chase is definitely the type to physically express himself and his affection more than verbally. One of the things he’s Known For with Tina and Verda (and probably with Felix, Nate, and Mason later on-- hell, even Adam might get surprised by one) is the coveted Top Of The Head Kiss. Verda actually picked up on it from him, too. If he’s heading out and you’re sitting down, just a quick little peck to the top of the head, a firm shoulder squeeze, and he struts out leaving you all warm n fuzzy inside~
