#insomnia thoughts with stereopticons

[stereopticons]

I’m ready to go home but I’m not ready to leave

[mostlyinthemorning]

seven sentence sunday

Thanks for the tag @rmd-writes! Just started playing with something new:

David should have known it was too good to be true. Even after five years of Patrick’s whispered ‘I love yous’ and soft good morning kisses, he should have known. But he’d let his guard down, he’d gotten complacent, he’d fucking leaned in and now here he was—alone. Just like he’d always thought he would be, but with one major difference. This time, he knows what it’s like to be with someone—to really be with them, to know their heart and the wrong way they load the dishwasher—and he’ll be damned if he’ll give that up without a fight.

He’s imagined a million scenarios of how things might go wrong—3 a.m. insomnia is not his friend—but he’d never imagined it would happen like this. One minute Patrick had him pressed against the kitchen counter, kissing his first caramel macchiato of the morning from his mouth, the next, two armed agents burst through the door shouting things about “arrest” and “contravention of the Magical Purposes Act” as they dragged Patrick away.

Tagging @blackandwhiteandrose @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 @noahreids @carolrain @missgeevious @stereopticons