this citrus love || tommyinnit x gender fluid oc

18: coffee but it's midnight

WE HIT 1K GUYS!! as a thank you, here's a pretty long chapter :)) 

[we've made it to 1.1k actually after i post this... lets gooooo!!!!]

Tommy's pov:

"Coffee? At midnight? Really Tom," he says, looking up at me as if I'm insane. I honestly couldn't care less, though. With the glint in his eyes shining through, I could stay like this all day.

The only way to describe how we're situated is that he's doing a mock push-up, at least that's what comes to my mind. His arms are placed on either side of the couch, propping himself up on top of me so that he can see my facial expressions. Feeding into the intrusive thoughts, I brush the hair out of his face and comb it behind his ear with my fingers.

"I guess I hadn't really thought of that..."

"You dumbass," he laughs, dropping his face onto my chest to muffle his laughter.

"Well, do you want to do something? I'm awake now."

"And how is that my problem?"

"You're laying on top of me," I deadpan.

"Shit, I am!"

He then bolts upright and jumps off of me and the couch. I'm still trying to stop laughing when he offers me a hand up.

"Well, c'mon. You wanted to do something?"

"Yup," I say with a warm and, hopefully, comforting smile.

"I'm not really in the mood to go out or anything but-"

"Wait, we still have my snack supplies!"

"I can already see where this is going..." He rolls his eyes but I can still make out the slight grin on his face through the TV's muted light. "Well, c'mon coffee boy. We can take it over to my apartment."

"You mean flat. It's called a flat."

"Oh, shut up," he says, reaching for my hand with his right and rubbing his eye with the left.

*~*~*

"Charlie, my beloved!"

Vicky's voice fills the air as he talks to the dog. Laughing to myself, I take the grocery bag over to the island counter.

Even though this is the second time I've been inside this flat, I can't help but feel pulled toward it. The little knick knacks they've already pulled out- like the candles that scream 'Luna' and the dog toys strewn about the floor- give it such a nice homey feeling that you become immune to the piles of boxes around every corner. I hope that Vix and Luna feel the same way I do about it, or preferably more since they have to live here.

"Okay, Toms," Vix says, cradling the dog in his arms. "Let's get this shit show started, shall we?"

"H-how are you..?"

"What?" He tilts his head in curiosity.

"Vix, isn't Charlie a bit too big to be held? It looks like you're crushing him in a garbage compactor," I point out, holding back my laughter from seeing his confusion.

He gasps at this. "He's still a puppy at heart," he protests.

"Ok, then. You're gonna have to put him down, though, if you wanna make my super-top-secret-recipe."