#cam is too smiley

[schumi-nadal]

Casper Ruud, Carlos Alcaraz, Cameron Norrie, Alejandro Davidovich Fokina, Ben Shelton & Frances Tiafoe - Barcelona Open

Feliç diada de Sant Jordi 🌹

[the-penguinspy]

Ava x Lilith 😘

thanks for the prompt, esther :) tysm for including the screenshot too, it was impossible to write seriously while looking at the sims option. blasted my focus to bits

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A quick tug in her belly and then she’s inside the office, muscles tense and body stock-still as her eyes rove around the dark room. Her gaze flicks to the security cameras interspersed along the edges of the ceiling, taking in the lack of blinking red lights – there won’t be any prying eyes on them.

“All clear. Cameras dark, no hostiles. Cam, time please?”

A crackle of the comms, then: “Five minutes, forty-three seconds.” 

“Copy. Thanks, Cam.”

A beat, two. A tell-tale hum at the base of her head, and Ava phases through the ceiling and lands in a crouch beside her. She straightens with a small hop and brushes the imaginary dust off of her shoulders. Ava’s decked out from head to toe in form-fitting dark leather armour, cruciform sword strapped to her back, face set in grim determination, and she’d cut quite the imposing figure of Warrior Nun if she didn’t insist on wearing that ridiculous baseball cap at every opportunity.

Ava looks over to her and smirks, tipping the frayed bill of her cap towards Lilith while giving her a shameless once-over. “Now, what’s a place like you doing in a girl like this?”

Lilith glares. “I’m on a stealth intel-retrieval mission. You are too.”

Ava chuckles, undeterred by Lilith’s sour expression. “Yes, I know.” It only takes her two small steps before they’re chest-to-chest, bodies flush against each other, and the burst of warmth that travels up Lilith’s spine makes her want to spread her wings out to better dissipate the heat. 

“We don’t have a lot of time, just put it in already.”

“That’s what she said.”

“Must you test the limits of my patience in each and every mission?” Lilith hisses.

“Relax,” Ava murmurs, “We’ve got plenty of time.” Her voice drops low to keep the illusion of quiet. Their gazes stay locked as Ava brings a hand to the side pocket of her vest, the growl of the zipper deafening in the silence of the room. 

She retrieves the USB stick and brings it up until it’s within Lilith’s line of sight, and she waggles her eyebrows for good measure before turning away to insert it into the laptop with a soft click. “Okay! Cam, you’re up.” Lilith exhales, slow and even. Focus.

“Copying files now; this shouldn’t take more than three minutes. I’ll let you know when you can remove the disk.”

“Roger that.” The progress bar pops up, percentage increasing at a merry rate. 

The frantic clicking of keys on the other end of the line turns into background lull, the sound familiar and comforting after a dozen missions. They’re on standby until Camila gives them the go-ahead to remove the hard-disk before she installs the virus to infect the local server. Ava’s already drifted off to inspect the various knick-knacks that line the office walls, and when she spots Lilith looking, she grins and jerks her thumb to the item hung behind her. 

Lilith stalks over to inspect the giant shark’s head mounted on the wall, her lip curling at the smooth, polished sheen of its skin. Weird, but definitely not the strangest office decor she’s ever encountered. 

The sudden whir of the elevator’s motors catches Lilith’s attention, her keen ears picking up the accompanying thuds of heavy boots, both ascending to their level. So much for a quiet mission. Her wings spread out and her claws unsheathe in tandem. “Aves, we’ve got company. Cam, status?”

“Just a bit more! Can you hold them off for the time being? There seems to be–” 

Static crackles for a second before the line shuts off completely. “Cam? Camila! Do you copy?”

No answer. “Damn.” Lilith glances over to Ava to find her already looking back, fingers tapping against her own earpiece and shaking her head. The march of combat boots on linoleum is getting louder, loud enough that even Ava can hear it, and she chances a look at the double doors before grabbing the laptop and shoving it into the open space beneath the desk, none too gently. Lilith winces at the dull thud it makes against the hardwood floor before she ducks underneath to hide, both of them barely managing to cower behind the desk. Ava’s elbow knocks into her ribs. One of her wings is caught between her body and the desk; it’s already starting to cramp. 

Ava’s kneeled in front of the laptop, back hunched and eyes squinting at the screen. “Uh, okay – I see the cursor moving around, and the progress bar’s at eighty-five – no, eighty-six percent now, so Cam’s still on it.”

Lilith growls. They’ll manage to have the files copied in time, but not fast enough to make a clean exit before they’re stormed. A fight it is, and Ava seems to have come to the same conclusion as she fidgets with the scabbard of her sword, with the chape of it. Impatience itches under her skin, and Lilith peeks over the edge of the desk, notes the lack of doors aside from the singular set that’s in front of the room – one entrance, one exit. 

A stairwell door bangs open somewhere on their floor and someone barks out a command, and suddenly she feels Ava’s hand cup around the nape of her neck, feels their mouths meet as she gives Lilith a quick but bruising kiss. Ava pulls away but stays close, ‘see you on the flip side’ murmured against her lips. 

Lilith grabs her hand before she can get too far. “Ava, wait.” The shouts get louder, boots thundering down the corridor towards their room. Ava’s forearms tenses in her grip, ready to bolt into action, but she heeds the request and arches an eyebrow; the plan’s already laid out, and Lilith’s never been one to stall. This isn’t the first discreet mission where they’ll have to go loud, either, and it certainly won’t be the last.

Lilith bites her lip and hesitates, the tempo of her heartbeat matching the rapid footsteps outside. Will she, won’t she, why won’t she – oh, fuck it. “Be careful.” 

Ava shoots her a grin, cocky and confident and so infuriatingly hot. “Always am.” 

“You literally got stabbed last time–”

“I love you too.” Lilith scoffs, but she curls the edge of a wing around Ava’s shoulder before she retracts it; nothing more than a light brush, a mere suggestion of something, but Ava’s smile softens. The backs of her fingers stroke gently against the inside of Lilith’s wing, and Lilith swallows; it’s too slow, too tender for a moment such as this, a moment that would very much be stained quick with the flash of steel and blood.

They’re interrupted by a cheerful ding! from the computer, and Ava gives a quiet whoop in celebration at the fully green progress bar. She tugs the thumb-drive out and tosses it up, snatching it out of the air and placing it securely in her pocket, right as the heavy oak doors blast open. Flashlights from guns sweep back and forth as they go searching, searching; the beams don’t find them, not yet. The Director’s office is luxurious in its square footage, but there’s only so much area to cover, only so much time before they’re found. 

Ava adjusts her cap so that it’s bill-backwards before she unsheathes her sword in one smooth, practiced motion. The blue glow of it plays across the contours of her face; it coaxes the shadows to settle above the arches of her brows, between the seam of full lips, behind the firm architecture of her nose. Her cheekbones cut sharp, her teeth glint with hunger, and Lilith thinks she’s never more beautiful than in moments like these – seconds away from a fight, where Lilith can almost taste the energy and anticipation radiating off of Ava’s skin, the thrum of it sharp and sweet in the air. 

She licks her lips. “Exfil?”

Ava looks over as she crouches in place, ready. She looks excited. She looks good. “We’ll make our own way out, Lil, you and me. Now, let’s show these guys exactly who they’re messing with.”

[sierrale8ne]

40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER THREE

thought i’d be lying if i said ‘i didn’t want you to myself.’ when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that it’s mine, i…

pairing wnba!paige bueckers x singer!oc

taglist @thaatdigitaldiary @patscorner @makethemhoesmad @ohbueckers @rosemariiaa @wbbgetsmewetter @authentic-girl03

kalena speakss 🪽! paige has known maraye for no more than two days and she is down baddddd! yall gonna hate me for the end of this chapter icl 🙂‍↔️

May 2025 — Phoenix, Arizona 

“P, she has a boyfriend. She’s straight! Do you understand?” Rickea leans over towards me from her seat beside mine.

We’re in the trainers room, through the glass Cam is doing her rehab while Rae and Dearica talk about God knows what in front of us. This conversation has happened in different variations multiple times during the last two days.

Once when Rickea texted me immediately after the game, telling me I was insane for sizing Maraye up in public (which I was not doing, she’s just dramatic). Another when our flight landed last night, at our lift 20 minutes ago, and once more right now.

I roll my eyes. “I’m not gonna do anything! She’s pretty, I have eyes. That’s it.” I speak in my defense. Maraye having a boyfriend was enough for me to take a step back, she was someone else’s which I simply had to respect. I’m not one to break up a happy home. 

I guess her being straight should also tell me to walk away too, given my track record of hooking up with wildly toxic straight women. Los Angeles would probably not be the best place to continue that tradition.

“Okay but do you understand what I’m telling you. You will get yourself hurt, either by her or— if you fuck something up— by me; and I’m actually starting to like you.”

“Starting to? What about all the tampering you were doing to get me here?” I ask Rickea.

“I ain’t say you weren’t good.” She points, “but that’s not the point. She’s in a relationship.” 

It takes a minute, but everything my teammate says sticks in my head. I was getting ahead of myself in multiple ways. Plus, it probably wouldn’t be ideal for my first pro scandal to involve the most popular musician in the country. If CD was here she’d have probably torn my other ACL if she knew what I was up to.

So I nod. Looking over at Rickea’s stern expression makes me shift in my spot, very clearly irritating the lovely older woman who tapes my ankles. “I’m on my best behavior, swear to God.” I speak. My right hand falls over my heart in promise. 

“Better be. It’s your ass not mine, Rook.” 

—

May 2025 — Los Angeles, California 

When the door to Cameron and Ben’s gorgeous home swings open, I’m greeted by a very tall and very and very smiley stunning Cameron Brink. She wears a black off-the-shoulder maxi dress that touches the floor.

There is a container of Banana Pudding in my hand and with the way she smiles and sighs a breath of relief, I think she likes it.

“Maraye, you’re a lifesaver.” She pulls me into a warm greeting hug and I return the gesture, clutching to the dessert in my other hand. “Don’t tell anyone, but Ben burned the dessert and I was getting a bit nervous.” She whispers in my ear.

I giggle. “Anything I can do to help. Thank you for having me!”

“Are you kidding? Thank you for coming!” Cameron steps to the side, allowing me to walk into the home. I hear the voices of all the guests in the home, specifically the yelling of Ben and his friends to my far left. “Come on, all the girls are in the kitchen, guys will be there in a minute.”

She takes the dessert from my hand and I follow behind her into the kitchen. It was out before me, a vast expanse of modern elegance that seemed to breathe life into the home. Sleek lines and a minimalist design, and an organization that seemed to make it more open. Cameron definitely had good taste. It was around 6, and the sun peered through the blinds and covered the room in a yellow haze.

The dining table nearby is decorated white clean white tablecloth and candles and flowers. We would be making pasta, which is why we started out in the kitchen, but each seat at the table was decorated with crisp plates and personalized name tags.

“This place is beautiful, Cameron.” I comment.

“Thank you! Spent a little too much of the rookie contract on it.” She responds, pushing me just a tad with her finger further into the kitchen. “Everyone grab a partner, you two will be working together on your pasta dough!” Cameron instructs with her voice full of enthusiasm.

So I look up, and all spaces in the kitchen area are all occupied. All but the one and only spot besides Paige Bueckers herself.

She calls me over with a cock of her head. There’s a smirk on her face, one that she seems to keep in her back pocket. She wears dark wash jeans and a white loose fitting top that’s kinda cropped; of course. There’s a red and white short sleeve flannel over it and a gold cross chain that I can’t seem to remove my eyes from.

“How’re you, ma, you good?” She asks me. I think she doesn’t register the pet name before it leaves her mouth, but it still makes my heart race. 

“Look who showed up.”

—

I’m fucked.

I’m so totally, absolutely, fucking fucked.

Maraye is standing in front of me in a short strapless red dress. The top is skin tight but the bottom flows nicely against her thighs and it’s taking everything in me to not stare down at her tits and have her think I’m a perv. It’s like everything that Rickea had told me earlier in the week just went in one ear and out of the other. Just like that. Off of one look.

“Uh, yeah. Couldn’t miss it.” I smile, taking a few steps to my right and allowing her to stand next to me.

Her scent is intoxicating, some sort of Chanel perfume that makes me dizzy in the best way imaginable. 

“You ever done this before?” She asks me. I nervously look out over the counter, the eggs and flour and the cookbook of all different types of pasta shapes. 

“Yeah, once.”

“And It worked out?”

“You’re not giving me enough credit. I’m a great chef.” I defend.

It only takes a matter of minutes for everyone else to get into their own worlds. Cameron and Ben start giving us instructions, mixing up the ingredients and getting to know each other better. I silently thank God for bringing Maraye next to me right now.

“Unt-uh. I’m not touching those eggs, you got it.” I hear her laugh. There’s flour on the waistline of her dress, a matching smear similar to the one across my jeans and my cheek. It got a little messy.

“Nah, I did the flour—”

“—You got it on my dress—”

“—And you got it on my face. C’mon.” I call out for her. Maraye looks up at me again, with those insanely addicting eyes of hers. She takes a step closer towards me and I take hold of both of her wrists, plunging her hands into the well of flour and eggs.

She gasps, the ingredients splashing towards both of us again and I find great satisfaction in the scowl she sends my way. What is wrong with me?

“You’re a dickhead!” She laughs, followed by a huff as she attempts to blow a strand of hair away from her face. “Paige, there’s shit all over me!”

“You’ll be aight, angel. I’ll pay for your dry cleaning, how ‘bout that?” My hand lets go of one of her hands and naturally finds the hair in her vision and pushes it behind her ear. 

“Angel?”

“I gotta call you something, right?” I ask. 

Without a word, Maraye starts kneading the dough together. Her eyes met mine briefly before darting back down. “You can call me Raye.” Her voice is quiet, shy almost. I’ve never heard her speak to me like that but for whatever reason I find it adorable.

“Yeah, but that’s gonna get confusing with that one over there.” I comment, pointing to my teammate Rae just a few feet away from us. “And I can’t call you what everyone else calls you.” 

I step aside from her, my back flush against the counter and my arms crossed. I reach for the glass of red wine that we had each poured out, grimacing at the taste because I hate wine but if Maraye loves it I might as well pretend.

“Alright. Since you think you’re special.” Maraye rolls her eyes with a tight lip grin. “But keep it cordial, before Kea gets an idea.”

“It’s not an ‘idea’ if you actually like me”

“I’m straight.”

“That septum in your nose says otherwise.”

Then the second those words leave my mouth, there’s more flour across my face. I don’t even have time to register it.

“You didn’t.” I shut my eyes in disbelief.

“Oh I sure did.” Maraye is giggling to herself moving her dirty hands back to the pasta dough in front of her. “Go grab me a towel, please.”

I think I’ve met my match with this one.

“You’re still standing here, and I don’t have a towel.” She jokes, looking up at me with a smirk that damn near mirrored mine. 

“You’re not angelic even in the slightest.” I reply. She juts her lip out at me in triumph and I hop off the counter, reaching for the nearest clean towel and tossing it over to her.

“You two having fun over there?” Rickea yells from across the room. Her hands are muddled together with sticky dough strings. She’s eying me intently, basically telling me telepathically to keep it in my pants.

“Yep!”

“So much fun!”

—

I fumble with my keys as I try to enter my high rise apartment. In my left hand, holds the leftovers of all the pasta we made earlier. A container of fettuccine alfredo and another with shrimp scampi. To my chest I clutch the tupperware of empty banana pudding (Paige literally ate it all and made me give her my number to promise to make her more).

I finally get the door open and push it further with my hip. It’s completely dark, except for a yellow haze that comes through my hallway. Did I leave a light on?

I set everything on the nearest table top, and walk deeper into the home.

That’s when I see it. The candles and flowers on my coffee table, and him. Julian. He’s nervously rubbing his palms on his jeans, but he stands up almost instantly when he sees me.

“Ju, what-what’re you doing here? It’s late, and—”

He cuts me off before I can finish my stammering. “Just listen? Okay? I’m-I’m sorry. I’ve been the biggest asshole about everything, about us. It’s not right. It’s your career, I should respect whatever you have to do to be successful.”

I can feel my hands sweat and my knees buckle.

“I want to be with you. At all costs, I want to support you. And I’m sorry I’ve made you feel like I don’t.” He pauses and reaches over for the bouquet of roses wrapped in red paper sitting on the table. “So, this probably isn’t the most romantic way to go about it, but can y— can I be your boyfriend?”

He’s rambling, I know he’s nervous, and suddenly I feel like the biggest piece of shit on the planet because I just spent the last four hours shamelessly flirting with Paige Bueckers and here Julian was doing the exact thing I’ve been hoping for, for the last three months. 

Except I don’t feel the way I think I should.

I’m not giddy and my stomach isn’t full of butterflies like I thought they’d be. Instead my heart is beating out of my chest so badly that I can hear it. Maybe Paige can hear it however far away she is.

Why on Earth am I thinking about Paige?

“Raye, baby? What d’you say?”

So I nod. My mouth ajar but no words can form on my tongue. I just nod and force a smile to my face as I walk closer to him. He hugs me, arms so tight around my waist that they feel suffocating, but I hug him back. 

“Yeah.” I whisper, trying to wrap my head around what is happening.

[where-is-vivian]

Kiss Cam Kiss

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, camera (511 words)

“You kissed him?! You fucking kissed him?!”

Regulus stays silent. He’s painting his nails in black, and he has a smug smile lightly floating on his lips.

On the other side of their kitchen, Sirius paces frantically, eyebrows furrowed, his phone in hand, watching one excerpt of the rediffusion of the hockey match on loop. The more he’s looking at it, the worse his furious expression gets.

Regulus knows what’s on that video. He knows very well. The more he thinks about it, the bigger his smirk gets.

“Regulus?! Say something!” Sirius snaps at him, throwing his phone at him. “You— Argh!”

Regulus peeks at the screen that landed on his lap. 

He sees the kiss cam stopping on James and him; James offered to take him to the match, since he was already going. Sirius already had a date with Remus, and James said Peter told him he didn’t want to go; Dorcas, Lily, Marlene and Mary already had plans too (something about a girls’ night, or something) apparently, and Barty and Evan were already all over each other and Pandora smiled at the offer to go, and simply said they’d be better with only the two of them.

They’re sitting next to each other on the bleachers. The cam stops on them; they’re both looking up. James immediately laughs at it, and Regulus grins slowly. James points up at the screen, all smiley. He says something to Regulus, still laughing.

Look, Regulus, we’re on the kiss cam!

Regulus looks at him defiantly, still grinning. He’s answering something, but of course, on the video, the only visible thing is his lips moving. It’s hard to guess what he’s saying just looking at the video. But Regulus remembers perfectly what he says.

Yeah we are. And? You know what that means?

James blinks, lowers his arm, and stares at him. Regulus is still speaking.

Means we have to kiss, now.

James blushes a bit; it’s not as much visible on the video but, oh, Regulus remembers perfectly how adorable James looked at this moment. Blush all over his pretty face, from his cheeks to his neck, eyes opened wide with a glint of hope, a little smile threatening to appear at the corner of his lips. No one could blame him for what he did next.

We have to kiss?

And then, on the video, Regulus grabs James’ chin and he kisses him. Rather passionately.

Looking at the video, Regulus smirks; they look good like that.

James is returning the kiss eagerly too, and the crowd laughs, cheers, and applauds in the background. They finally pull away from each other after the long kiss they shared, and Regulus’ hands are still on James’ hair. They both have matching smiles, and Regulus remembers the look of lust James was giving him; now that he thinks of it, maybe he had the same too.

He looks up to meet Sirius’ eyes, who’s standing behind the couch, with an offended look on his face. “He’s my best friend! Regulus, you’re disgusting!”

And Regulus chuckles.

[smileysuh]

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NCT directory

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2020 [wc] 152.9

#22: Switch pt 3 : johnny & jaehyun & hyuck ›[wc] 4.1k [18+] smut; 4some, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] ceo & sugar baby [series] ceo

#21: New : doyoung & taeyong ›[wc] 12.5k [18+] smut; 3some, bdsm, spitroasting, etc. ›[au] ceo & poly [series] ceo

#20: break - haechan ›[wc] 8.5k [18+] smut; degradation, oral, etc. ›[au] demon

#19: Switch pt 2 : johnny & jaehyun & hyuck ›[wc] 5.6k [18+] smut; 4some, spitroasting, etc. ›[au] ceo & sugar baby [series] ceo

#18: TheJinyoung : got7 jinyoung ›[wc] 4.7k [18+] smut; bdsm, toys, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] camgirl & idol [series] cam baby

#17: Lucas99 & Hendery99 : lucas & hendery ›[wc] 3.6k [18+] smut; 3some, spitroasting, etc. ›[au] camgirl & idol [series] cam baby

#16: Switch pt 1 : johnny & jaehyun & hyuck ›[wc] 6.4k [18+] smut; 4some, bdsm, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] ceo & sugar baby [series] ceo

#15: Beommie : got7 jaebum ›[wc] 3.7k [18+] smut; anal, squirting, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] camgirl & idol [series] cam baby

#14: PubGMarkT : got7 mark tuan ›[wc] 2.6k [18+] smut; video game sex, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] camgirl & idol [series] cam baby

#13: NiceGuyJohnny : nct johnny ›[wc] 2.9k [18+] smut; oral, fingering, vouyerism, etc. ›[au] camgirl & idol [series] cam baby

#12: the dragon : lucas ›[wc] 6k [18+] smut; car sex, exhibitionism, etc. ›[au] boxer

#11: whist pt 2 : Taeyong & Lucas ›[wc] 2.7k [18+] smut; 3some, spit roasting, etc. ›[au] yandere & poly [part 1] here

#10: hyungs : hwajoong & san ›[wc] 4.7k [18+] smut; 4some, spitroasting, etc. ›[au] tattooist & poly

#9: fallen : lucas ›[wc] 6k [18+] smut; fingering, praise, oral, etc. ›[au] angel

#8: invidious : Johnny & Jaehyun ›[wc] 4.1k [18+] smut; 3some, spitroasting, oral, etc. ›[au] friends with benefits & idol

#7: a lil flipper : mark tuan ›[wc] 3k [18+] smut; impreg kink, fingering, etc. ›[au] idol & breeding

#6: whist pt 1 : taeyong & lucas ›[wc] 4.5k [18+] smut; 3some, overstim, etc. ›[au] yandere & poly [part 2] here

#5: mine : hongjoong & seonghwa  ›[wc] 3.4k [18+] smut; 3some, oral, impreg kink, etc. ›[au] idol & friends with benefits

#4: open season 2 : jaebum & jinyoung & jackson & mark ›[wc] 8.2k [18+] smut; 5some, orgy, anal, etc. ›[au] non idol & poly

#3: open season 1 : jinyoung & jackson & mark ›[wc] 5.3k [18+] smut; 4some, spitroasting, oral, etc. ›[au] non idol & poly

2019 [wc] 12.2k

#2: four days : namjoon & suga ›[wc] 4.8k [18+] smut; 3some, d.p, anal, etc. ›[au] uni & poly

#1: nefarious : taehyung & j.k ›[wc] 7.4k [18+] smut; 3some, d.p, anal, etc. ›[au] yandere & poly 

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[lafrexniere]

What's The Big Deal?

Summer in Michigan Series

Warnings: None Note: Parts are going to be uploaded quicker since it's my last week before starting college

Trevor’s POV:

Y/N Caufield. Ever since I saw her after a few years she was all I would think about this summer. I fell asleep on her the first night, not on purpose, but I didn’t want to move. I woke up in the middle of the night and realized where I was and felt at peace, I didn’t have to worry about the house, my career, or anything, just the people I was with, but that peace wouldn’t last long. The first day at the house I watched her with Alex, my best friend, and saw how happy and carefree she was, I just wished it was me out there chasing her. 

“Trevor, Trev,” Cole snapped me out of my staring. 

“Sorry, what?”

“Spencer and Cam just got here come on,” he said. As I moved towards the door, I couldn’t help but look back, her hair blowing in the wind, the smile stretching across her face she was beautiful. I greeted my old friends burying everything I was feeling about Y/N. I kept it hidden until Y/N and Alex became our topic of discussion. 

“Y/N Caufield and Alex, Cole how are you feeling about all this?” Cam asked him. 

“They are best friends, they’ve always been like this, I trust Alex,” he answered. 

“Don’t look now but he’s holding her,” Spencer said looking out the window. 

“What?!” Jack, Cole, and I all shouted in unison. I knew why Cole was yelling, I knew why I was, but why was Jack? I looked outside watching him carry her, it made my stomach turn inside out. The two of them walked inside leaving all of you staring at them. 

“Oh my god chill, she’s my best friend,” Alex said to you guys.

“Yeah okay,” Cam commented. Y/N approached the open area next to me on the couch while Alex made his way to the stairs. 

“Where’s he going?” Spencer asked her. 

“He had a little accident,” she laughed. Her laugh could make anyone feel better, it made me quickly get rid of my anger towards her and Alex. Y/N sat down next to me on the couch between Cole and me. I glanced over at her seeing her smile, Cole was introducing her. 

“Y/N, do you remember Cam and Spencer?”

“You guys look familiar, and I definitely remember Cole talking about you guys,” she smiled. I watched her continue to get to know Spencer and Cam trying not to think of them as a threat of anything. 

“Oh my gosh wait that’s where I recognize you, the gold medal,” I only paid attention to bits and pieces of the conversation, I was too busy trying to figure out what to do about her and Alex. Once he came back downstairs it became one big social party, we played games, talked more, ate, and then ended the night with some Chel. It was getting late, and I was hoping she’d fall asleep again, but that thought was completely bashed when she announced she was leaving. 

“I’m going to bed guys, See you all tomorrow,” she yawned.

“Good night,”

“See ya Y/N,”

“Good night sis,”

“Sleep well,” Alex smiled.

“Good night,” Jack said monotonely. Now was my chance, she was almost at the stairs. 

“I’ll walk you up,” I said with no hesitation. Why did I say that? I really didn’t know. The boys looked confused as I stood up. I smiled approaching Y/N  before we made our way upstairs. She turned toward the bathroom, and I followed close behind her. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said, fixing her hair while we stood at the double sink. 

“Yeah, but I wanted to,” I said, feeling my heart begin to race in my chest.

“Well, thanks,” she said smiling. She began to blush, she was adorable, she cleared her throat and looked away flustered as if she was embarrassed.

“Good night Y/N,” I said after kissing her red cheek. I headed downstairs smiling and still feeling your heart practically beating out of my chest. I went back to my seat on the couch feeling giddy. 

“What’s got you all smiley?” Cam asked me. 

“Nothing,” I said quickly. 

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Alex said. 

“What’d you do with my sister?” Cole said sternly. I looked down at my lap sighing then looked at my friends surrounding me, I’m sure they wouldn’t think anything of it. It was just an innocent little kiss on the cheek, nothing more. 

“I kissed her good night,” I said hesitantly. 

“Trev and little C alright,” Spencer laughed. 

“Shut up Spencer.” Alex barked at him.

“She’s just your friend remember dumbass, or did you lie?” Spencer barked back.

“Guys chill, it was on the cheek, I’m a gentleman remember,” I smiled trying to lighten the mood. 

“Remember she’s my sister,” Cole said to me as if it was a warning of something.

“Was it like kissing Cole,” Cam teased.

“Shut up,” I laughed. 

“Ew gross,” Alex said. We continued to laugh until it was interrupted.

“Can we change the topic?” Jack asked. The laughter stopped, leaving an awkward silence. 

“Forget it, I’m just gonna go to bed you guys have fun,” he continued.

“Jack wait,” I said. 

“If you want to talk we are talking privately,” he glared at you. The two of us left the group as they began to talk again. I followed Jack up to a room starting to think it was a mistake. 

“What’s the big deal?” I asked. 

Jack’s POV:

“What’s the big deal?” my best friend asked me. 

“The big deal?” I shouted slamming the door, “You kissed Y/N!”

“So? Why does that affect you?” Trevor said back to me. 

“I don’t know, because I like her maybe, and I have for a while now, every time Cole mentions her I can’t help but smile, I thought I told you this,” I continued yelling. I felt bad yelling at him but I couldn’t help it. I liked Y/N since we were kids, Cole and I would never let her join us because girls had cooties or whatever, but as I matured I made more of an effort to try and talk to her. When juniors happened and she went to college we went separate ways and it felt like a piece of me was missing. I tried to move on to other girls, but none of them were Y/N. 

“Well, I think I like her too Jack and well you didn’t tell me so I didn’t think anything,” Trevor yelled back at me, “Have you even done anything with her,” he didn’t let me talk. “That’s what I thought.”

“Can you just shut up for a second and let me talk,” I shouted. He stood there with his arms crossed tapping his foot waiting for me to say something, but I didn’t know if I wanted to tell him anymore. I took a deep breath and began to explain what happened the first night.

“She fell asleep on me Trevor. We were on the couch you and Cole were dozing off, I was the only one left awake. I was about to go upstairs when I felt her head on my shoulder, I couldn’t wake her up, I couldn’t move. I rested my head on hers and fell asleep, even if it didn’t mean anything to her it meant something to me.” Trevor looked stunned by my story, I didn’t know if her falling asleep meant anything to her, if it didn’t it meant Y/N truly was up for grabs and my little crush on her as a kid had to be paused. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I knew something was off with you today, I just couldn’t figure it out, it’s the same reason I was upset,” Trevor sat down on the bed, I joined him. 

“I’m sorry too, for this whole argument, It wasn’t right for me to make a scene like that,” I apologized. We were gentlemen and hugged it out, then continued to unwind while getting ready for bed. 

“Hey Z,”

“Yeah, Jack?”

“Promise whatever happens with Y/N, we won’t let it get between us?” I said lying on one of the beds in the room. 

“Deal,” Trevor smiled. I went to bed thinking about how interesting this summer would be, and wondering if anything would happen with Y/N.

[mouthfullofmunson]

I kinda wanna write a modern older pornstar/ camboy Eddie 😢

No bc picture this

Like he’s early twenties, just got out of school and he saved up enough to get his own little apartment (I’m thinking neighbors to lovers🤭) and he has to figure out how to keep up with his bills and stuff but he works a stupid job stocking shelves at a market and it’s just not paying the bills

So one night he stumbles onto a random cam website and he’s like… “hm, doesn’t seem so bad 🤨”

So he starts playing with his cock on live, giving a little show to the people that watch

And then after he sits back and watches the money flow in

And maybe y/n is his shy neighbor who has a crush on him and is always too nervous to knock on his door to tell him that his music is too loud and she’s trying to study but then touches herself when she can hear him jerking off through the thin walls

And he didn’t think much of it, she’s cute, and she always gets nervous and smiley when they bump into each other or when he talks to her at all

Especially nervous when they had to evacuate their building because someone started a fire trying to make a grilled cheese

And the only thing y/n had to cover her body was a towel since she was in the middle of a bubble bath

He just thinks she’s really cute, he would definitely like to see what’s under that towel

But he doesn’t notice her giant crush on him

And one night she goes on a a cam sight and notices that the man that gets her all wet and sticky just from watching him heel off and hear his moans has the same tattoos that her neighbor does

It couldn’t be a coincidence… right?

Especially when she notices that the ringed hand that is sliding up and down the mans cock are the stand exact hands that slip up and down her arms to try and warm her up while the sat and waited for the clear to go back inside

So she finally gets the courage to knock on his door once she goes on the cam site and notices that he’s live

So she walks over ignoring the throbbing in her panties and waits for him to open up

Which obviously takes a while and it’s super scrambled so he’s breathless and shirtless while he opens up

“Hi, sorry to bother but I’ve got a bookshelf I’ve been meaning to set it up for the past two months and finally my giant pile of books collapsed and I decided enough is enough and I need some help setting it up and I don’t know anyone else to ask”

And she can’t stop with her rambling since Eddie is leaning against the door frame with his chest glistening and a bulge in his pants

“Yeah, I’ll help you”

So they go over to her place and after an hour of trying to set up the complicated bookshelf that came with no instructions he gives up and reaches for her laptop to see if he can find any instructions on there

“Wait no, I’ve got my phone!” But it’s too late and he already sees what is open on the screen

And of course the rambling starts “I’m so sorry! I’m promise I’m not down like weird pervert stalker or anything! I just noticed a couple days ago I get if you don’t want to talk anymore! You can leave, it’s fine”

But Eddie thinks it’s so cute that she’s been getting off to him without knowing for so long, so cute and so clueless :)

So I’m obviously leaning toward camboy idk…

Let me know what you think 🤭

:)

[recoveringdreamer]

@eliaskahtri

Well, thank fucking god for that! You don't pay for emojis. Emojis are already on your phone. I cannot make it more simple than that. There are emojis on your smartphone. Unless you're weirder than I thought and own a flip phone... He was scamming you. Cam's a Scam. And you're too trusting for your own good. He STOLE from you.

No, like, they were special emojis. They weren't just smiley faces. There was a cat. I was paying for the cat emojis, but now I don't know where he is so I can't use the cats anymore or I'll get in trouble for it. Because it's stealing, you know?

He wouldn't do that. He was a nice guy!

[mrsmiagreer]

Here’s a prompt/request because 👀 reasons 👀 but it’s Ollie/ Lasko/ Cam or anyone of the soft characters taking care of you when you’re sick

Feel Better

Warnings: Fluff

Characters: Camelopardalis × Gn!Listener/Reader

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“Hey. I’m back…”

“Mmm…”

He walked over to your lifeless looking body on the couch in his office. You were VERY sick. Fever, Cough, Stuffy nose, Mucous, Headache, the whole 9 yards. Seasonal Flu he assumed. Cam noticed you hadn’t been feeling well before he started your biweekly follow up and decided it’d be best to check up on you.

That’s how he ended up here, making you soup and tea and tucking you into the couch that you can’t seem to get off of.

“Sit up carefully and eat some of this. I’ve never been sick before, but i’ve seen enough people’s memories to know what they did for it to go away. I also read up on it as soon as i realized you had a fever soo…here I am!”

He handed you the bowl and gestured for you to sit up, hovering a hand behind your back just incase you needed steadying.

“Thanks” You whispered at him, taking a sip of the soup he made.

The soup was a creamy broccoli chicken soup.

• He can really cook! •

You thought. It was funny to you that a daemon could choose to never cook/eat food and live perfectly fine but be a good chef. But your chest hurt too much to let out a chuckle, you would start a coughing fit. Instead you slightly grinned and took a huge spoonful of the soup.

“I see a little smile..Is it working?”

You put a playful smiley-pout on. You shook your head no with a small “mm mm” attached to it. He let out a pretty small laugh and used his magic to make an ice pack.

“Rest this against your head when you get the chance. I’ll be right back.”

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Cam walked into his break room, seeing Crux near the refrigerator, drink in his left hand and phone in his right. Crux looked up to see who entered the room and immediately furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Well, surprised to see you here. I thought your shift would be over by now.”

Cam shook his head and walked to the cabinet, getting a new tea bag. You hadn’t had tea in a while, and instead have been drinking water.

“Nope. I’ve been taking care of my client because when they came in for their follow up, they were burning up. They say it’s a cold but I think it may be more than that.”

Crux tilts his head in even more confusion. People come in for Cam’s follow ups all the time, but he’s never seen someone come in as often as you did. And now you’re sick?

“A cold huh? Since when did you become a human doctor?”

Cam chuckles a little. He’s still rummaging through the cabinet, not able to decide which tea would best sooth yourcongestion and throat.

“Well i’m definitely no human doctor. ‘m not even sure what’s actually wrong with them. But I love helping people, so i’ll try my best.”

Crux nodded even though Cam wasn’t facing him to see it. He crossed his arms in amusement. It’s a big possibility that this is all a coincidence, but he doesn’t think that’s the case.

“Cam…Humor me. Do you have…what the humans call…a crush? On your Client?”

Cam immediately blushes and takes a little while to respond. He didn’t think he had a crush…

“What? No! I mean it’s not that I don’t like them, they’re my client, of course i like them. But- but not like that! I mean yeah i’m nice to them and i see them a lot more often than my other clients but I just really like their company, and they seem to like mine. Anything to put a smile on their face, it’s my job.”

“So you’ve never wanted to kiss them?”

Cam gasped. Not because he was shocked, but because he almost answered the question. He’s thought about it everytime he sees you once or twice but he couldn’t bring himself to ever act on it. Sometimes he thinks about how nice it would be if you liked him back…

•Wait…like me BACK? that means I DO like them…Jeez•

He thought. He was snapped out of his thoughts by laughter. Crux couldn’t contain it.

“You don’t even know you’re blushing do you?”

He’s never really felt like this before. He touched his face, hoping that his cold hands would cool down his cheeks. When he touched his face, he felt something itch him. He remembered that he has holding a tea bag, and that you were still in his office waiting for his return.

“Oh my goodness, I have to get back to them. They really need this tea. I’ll see you later Crux.”

“Goodbye Cam. See you tomorrow.”

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“Sorry I took so long. I couldn’t decide which tea to get you.”

He gently apologized and set the tea down on the small table next to you. You seemed to love the soup, seeing as you damn near licked the bowl.

“It’s okay. Any tea sounds good right now”

You slightly chuckled, remembering to be careful not to laugh. Your voice sounded scratchy so Cam figured your throat was dry. He’s glad he picked chamomile tea.

“That’s great. Drink up, the tea will help with your throat. I’m glad to see you liked the soup”

He smiled. You smiled back weakly, blowing gently on the cup of tea.

“Liked? I loved it!”

You took a few sips of the tea and it almost instantly made your throat feel better. The hot liquid running down your throat made it feel less dry and back to normal. You smiled at the feeling and took more sips.

Cam offered you a few books that he could read to you, and when you picked one, he read it to you while you finished your tea. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep. Cam made sure you were tucked in again and left the ice pack near you just incase you woke up and needed it.

“Feel better, okay? I’ll be here to take more care of you when you wake up. If you ever need me, just call me.”

He whispered. He hoped you heard him in your dreams somewhere.

Maybe he did have a little crush.

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A/N: HEYY!! It’s Niyah. I’m so terribly sorry to whoever’s request this is. It’s taken me a while to finish but now that I have, i think it’s pretty cute. I hope you all enjoyed 🫶🏽

@annahxredaxted @capitalisticveins @darlin-collins @deviantaj @your-local-mom-whore @soup-scope

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[shamelessrabbithole]

he’s way too much of a performative person with his online presence, the way he likes certain photos of his friends, how he follows and unfollow girls he might have had something going on with. like this is very silly but i see how he doesn’t even like pictures his actual friends tag him in? as if he wants to give this ‘unreachable’ boy look. as for conventions, i mean im 1000000% sure he’s nice and all cause he has to! people pay for him (and a lot of money too) so if he were to act bored or unkind it would be the end of him lol one thing i noticed when he went to the german con was how he looked walking around from room to room vs the paid interactions? like of course you don’t have to be smiley and happy all the time but he literally looked dead in the eyes, bothered? and sometimes he would meet someone’s eyes as he looked around and just kept that dead look just like that lol i mean you see them recording you, you’re walking in a hotel where those people paid to see you, if you look at them just nod, smile, smirk? don’t look like they pissed in your cereals? since noel was there we can compare it to him cause when noel walked from place to place even if he was tired or didn’t interact with people standing around, he still gave ‘good’ vibes. comforting? chilling? you know when people say ‘would you feel safe in a room with X or Y?’ i would go for noel 100%. cameron knows what people likes so he uses that to get them on his fingers. like when he doesn’t sit during singing or still in the german con he sat on the stage closer to the fans and not on the chair? as if to say ‘hey im just like you were buddies’ no dude cause they paid 200€ to see you! him saying that he does con so he could pay his own movie was honest and i appreciate that but with all the vibes he gives off it feels like he sees people as money and that’s all. like you said if you don’t have a sag card why are you even trying to talk to him? (lol)

Yeah. Today is turning into a "let's shit on Cam day," so I'm going to try to come to his defense a little. I think being tired from a long flight and a big time difference can't be overlooked when it comes to how uninterested or moody he seemed at moments during the German con. The guy is only human, and even though Noel put on a better face overall, I'm positive he's had his surly moments without necessarily meaning to. (I mean, he must from time to time, right? Nobody is THAT perfect—or maybe he is...?)

Well, anyway, as long as Cam keeps raking in the crowds, he's going to get consistently invited back to these things and people will continue to pay to meet him and be delighted by the few minutes of polite small talk he makes with them. So, I can't fault him for monetizing his popularity. Hell, who wouldn't, when two days of work earns you six figures?

[zante-selachi]

unveiling my Shadow Company OC

pushes him to the front this is how he looks for now, dont remember if i made any additional changes after drawing this hshsh (Leopard was his old callsign) also im not the best w/ writing on tumblr cus i dont really post here so...

anyway if anyone wanna use him for any SC prompts/drabbles/writings, feel free to do so or ask me/dm me about him :3

will insert some sketches of him i did which also have his old design at the bottom

CW: mention of torture, unhealthy coping mechanisms

Callsign: Belantik / Orion (based on the constellation) he doesnt mind whichever bc both mean the same thing, just in Malay and English

He/him, pansexual, 5'10 and Malaysian. He has tanned skin with hazel eyes (i suck at colouring so if he looks off, im sorry 💀)

He likes to paint his nails black or any other dark colours and wear rings when not on mission

He has a scar on his neck from when he was tortured really badly bc his captors wanted to silence his screams

Sucks to be them, he can still talk but not for too long/too much bc it hurts so most of the time he doesnt talk unless he needs to and this made him looks like that one scary higher-up that will stare you down--and he will--but the point is that he. Will. Get. His. Point. Across. No. Matter. What.

Orion who was only working with SC temporarily for quick cash but they somehow wormed their way into his heart and he eventually signed his life away to the devil (Graves, that smug man) and found himself being in a whole ass PMC after years of working alone/being vigilant

He took some time to adjust being in a team again and trusting them with his back because ✨trauma✨ but once he got the hang of it, he is fiercely protective of the men and will stop at nothing for them

Orion who wakes up every morning very dazed and just smiles at whatever the men are doing, no matter how chaotic they are while he sips at his tea (he rarely drinks coffee bc it makes him sleepier) has a sketch of this below‼️

Orion (a Captain) who would make sure his men come back from their mission alive. Banged up to the hell and back but alive and able to get back on their feet while he hovers over them whenever possible to make sure they rest properly

Las Almas absolutely devastated him and he isolated himself for some time bc it reminded him of bad times, felt like he didnt do good enough for his men and Graves

Orion who grumbles with a scowl on his face at how stupid the men are while he just stands and watches them, not even trying to stop their antics (because he likes seeing how happy they are, missions are hard enough and hes not stopping them from having fun)

Anytime he grumbles or shit talks someone, he would revert back to his native language which is Malay. Examples of what he would say below :>

"Ni lah dia budak2 zaman sekarang..." (Kids nowadays I swear...) [exasperated & fond]

"Orang dah kata jangan buat, dia buat jugak. Kan dah kena." (I said to not do it and they still did it. Serve you right.) [amused]

"Susah lah aku kerja ngan orang2 bodoh cam si botak ni, beruban aku sial." (It's so damn hard working with dumbasses like this bald fucker, im gonna grow white hair atp) [angry]

"Pale hotak kau." (Are you fucking dumb.) [deadpan]

"Commander tersayang aku ni... bongok gak." (My beloved Commander... just as idiotic) [fond]

"Aku benci mat saleh, babi pahal sedap sangat suara ngan accent??" (I hate white ppl [slang, but in this he actually just meant non-Malaysians] why the hell are their voices and accents so damn nice??) [frustrated & flustered]

Silly facts when i was first making him

- I wasnt sure if i wanted him in tf141, kortac, or sc but chose sc bc ehem graves... hello...

- i forgot about giving him his number in sc oops but maybe 2-15?

Sketches!

1&2 are based on a tt video (old design)

3 is self-explanatory (old design)

4 is eepy and smiley Orion (current design)

5 is his first ever design‼️‼️

Thats all for now, thank u goodnight runs away

[illiterate-words]

[ID: digitally illustrated comic of Locked Tomb characters in modern dress.

Handwritten: Dulcinea’s interview notes.

Camilla - 3 months - very fat baby. Palamedes - 1 week - very small baby.

Pal’s parent: No, he’s not premature, I’m surprised too…

Palamedes: Well technically, I believe we met close to my birth.

Dulcinea’s notes on Pal: Better glasses, got more scruffy, still quite skinny

Palamedes: However as far as my memory goes, the first time I do remember meeting Cam was at a family reunion.

Camilla: We solved a puzzle together, then argued about the efficacy of mystery books.

Dulcinea’s notes on Cam: Same haircut since 4ever, cooler smile? (winky face), they have similar noses (smiley face), secret buff

Artist credit: “notedchampagne”. End ID]

how did Cam and Pal meet?

[workingforitallthetime]

smiling box jumps via @gvnperformance 8/16/21

[softesthobi]

hobi: smiles

me: smiles

[espresseo-cafe]

[18:45] date nights at the city were one of the things you and boyfriend!johnny loved to do whenever you were free from work. whether it was planned weeks before or even on a whim, the city had a lot of activities for couples to do.

as you both entered the 9th month of “calling it official”- because everyone in your friend circle were itching for the both of you to date- you thought it would be best to gift johnny something he deserved. also, his birthday was closing in, so you decided to get him a pair of dope-looking sandals from peter do.

johnny texted you saying that he was on his way to, making you all smiley and giddy to see his reaction of your gift to him.

[johnny] : “hey babe, i’m by madison avenue. will turn to the section soon ❤️”

[you] : “alright, got us seats already. see you ❤️”

you smiled and waved at him when he finally set foot in the restaurant. johnny’s eyes smiled at you and he’d be truthful to himself that on each date night you guys had, you never failed to make him swoon and his stomach would take a while to get over the jitters.

johnny even laughed more seeing you and him wearing similar outfits: a navy blue sweater and an emerald snapback for him, while you sported a lighter shade of a blue cardigan and a green beanie.

“my girl, you’re just wearing comfort clothes and you got me all eyes on you even more. but seriously, stop copying me.” he said jokingly before giving a chaste kiss on your temple.

“hey i got here first so let’s just say you copied me.” you squeezed his cheek and poked his nose, him chuckling. “anyway, this couldn’t wait ‘til your birthday so i got you these.”

johnny pouted in a short confusion, seeing you shuffle in your seat to hand him a white paper bag. his eyes caught sight of the words ‘peter do’ and you swore that you wished your phone cam caught his funny expression.

“peter do?!” he said in a soft whisper, switching his head from you and the box back and forth. “no. freaking. way. you got the limited edition too? these aren’t even in stores yet. how did you- wow.”

you covered your mouth with your sweater paws and giggled in embarrassment. “well i know someone at his retail so..”

johnny stood up from his seat and sat next you, giving you quite a long hug and another kiss on your head. “you’re amazing y/n, you know that?”

you pondered a bit. “hmm, yeah. i think you should copy that from me, john. kidding, advance happy birthday, love.”

johnny smiled at you and his upper cheek dimples showed, just how did he get so lucky with you? he’d like to know the answer to that.

“thank you, babe.”

[honeybearee]

Cam

There was something so vulnerable yet familiar about seeing Anna in her pajamas as she answered the door, and yet, the interior of the house behind her was a sharp reminder that the familiarity could only last so long -- habits might die hard, but people could definitely change, that much he had learned in the last few years.

He felt so out of place as he gazed around her home, small traces of Barker -- a fluff of golden hair or a stray, half-chewed toy -- and Anna -- the coasters shaped like flowers of different shapes and sizes or the small pink glowing neon sign of Luna and Artemis from Sailor moon -- dotting the simple but cozy decoration.

Stranger still were the various signs of children like the stray green crayon sitting on the TV stand. He found more evidence on the refrigerator in the kitchen, especially puzzled until he noticed a little El signed into the corners of some of the drawings. Did she really have time to babysit his nephew on top of working at the hospital?

"Take your time," He smiled at her as he slid the glass door open to reveal a small fenced backyard where Barker, his favorite not-so-little golden retriever, was barking up a storm at nothing in particular in a corner of the yard. Barker stopped immediately upon hearing the door open and Cam noticed the wag of his tail stop suddenly, head cocking to slightly to one side as he examined Cameron for a moment.

Just a millisecond later, Barker was jumping on him, nearly knocking Cam to the ground with his overexcited energy. Now this was a proper homecoming.

"How are you doing, boy?" He murmured, burying his face into Barker's fur. Barker responded by immediately seeking out Cam's ear and shoving his tongue inside. Cam choked out a laugh as he gently pushed Barker down away from his face.

"Got you something!" He pulled the small cup of whipped cream from behind his back, and Barker started sloppily slurping at the paper cup, desperate to consume every drop of the sugary treat. He patted Barker's furry side, cooing, "Good boy."

After Barker was finished, Cam slowly pressed himself up from his knee, groaning slightly as he did. He'd probably overdone it coming down out of that tree. He guided Barker back inside to where Anna had set their food out to eat together, and he smiled warmly at the potatoes that she had arranged into a smiley face for him.

She always was the sweetest.

"I've missed him, too," Cam answered earnestly as he took the napkin from Anna before taking a seat at the island and gesturing for her to sit down next to him. He shook his head to say he didn't mind and then added, "And you. I've missed you."

Anna

Anna had to pinch herself for a moment, the crinkle on her forehead growing deeper, because she was sure she'd already woken up, but this was starting to feel like one of those ultra-realistic dreams. There was no way Cameron Phillips had rolled into town after three years of silence and landed in her hospital, right? No way he was already wanting to see her again, right?

She glanced down at the phone in her hand again as it vibrated with a new message, as if the universe itself were answering her question.

"What the hell is going on" she said aloud, mostly to herself, but Barker still lifted his head and tilted it as if he almost understood. She tossed the phone aside, and flung herself onto the the familiar fluff of gold, "Cam's coming to see you" she cooed at him, and petted him behind the ears.

Finally flopping off the bed, she went about her usual routine, taking her medication, letting Barker out into the yard, checking in on her plants and responding to all the things she'd just slept through. It was harder to focus today though, when every few seconds she'd catch herself glancing up at the door.

She had felt so out of sync since she'd woken up - floating though the house like some sort of ghost - that she'd only now noticed she was still in her pajamas. And of course Cam - timing as terrible as ever - was outside.

shit shit shit her heart thumped rapidly in her chest.

"Hey! Hi! Come in!" she turned to close the door, and stood with her back pressed to it for a moment, "sorry, I thought I'd have more time to get stuff together" she blurted out, running her hands through her short hair as she smiled, "oh let me grab that for you," she suddenly pushed off the door and grabbed the items he was holding and made her way toward the kitchen, setting it down on the island and motioning toward the back with her head.

"Barker's out back waiting for you" she smiled, turning away to grab some dishes for their sandwiches.

Once he was out of the room, she sighed, her shoulders dropping, "oh my God, Anna, get it together" she whispered at herself.

It's still just Cam, she reminded herself, and she could almost believe it when she leaned on the counter and lost herself in watching the two of them interacting outside, it was like old times again. Settling back into that warm thought, she took some of the potato sticks from his order and made a smiley face with them next to the sandwich she'd set out for him.

"He clearly missed you" she smiled as they made their way back inside, "oh sorry, I hope you don't mind," she nudged her head toward the plate as she passed him a napkin.