Favorite Place

Rating: G

Fandom: YouTube RPF

Ships: Septicinnit

Warnings: domestic fluff to the maxx

It’s just past noon, but Seán’s office is nevertheless uncharacteristically quiet and sleepy. Only the barest slivers of sunlight filter through the window, the morning ironically cold and damp and overcast in the city of Brighton. Still, it’s pleasant. Just a break from the noise. Tommy’s not home- he’s out to brunch with Tubbo or something- and BB is curled up in his little cat bed by Seán’s feet. His snores are quiet and sweet compared to his size. 

Seán’s eyes zone in on his computer screen. He’s playing some Don’t Starve- not for his channel or anything, just for himself. Admittedly, he’s been hooked on the game lately. It’s something about the creepy atmosphere, maybe. Or the charm of the characters. Something about it sucks him into the screen and immerses him for hours at a time- some days, he doesn’t realize how long he’s been playing until Tommy tells him to come to bed.

It’s late in the night, huddled around a fire pit. His sanity is low and shadowed hands reach to snuff out the light that keeps him safe, an eerie music box playing in the background. He can hear the rattling sound of some monster crawling in the darkness beyond his fire.

“Hey Seán, I’m back!”

Seán jumps a little at the sound of Tommy’s voice, quickly pausing his game and turning around. Once he recognizes him, though, he takes off his headset and waves to him with a smile. “Oh, hey. I was wonderin’ when you’d get back. Have a good time?”

“Yeah! We went by Ed’s and got some sandwiches.” Tommy says, crossing the room to set one of two large coffee cups on Seán’s desk. “Brought somethin’ back for my babygirl.”

“Aw, you shouldn’t have,” Seán says, grinning at the schmoozey pet name. He takes a sip of the coffee, still hot. The warmth spreads though his chest, sweet and loving against the bitterness of the coffee. He sets the cup on his desk and leans back in his chair. “You think we didn’t have enough coffee in this house?”

“I just wanted to bring you something!” Tommy defends himself, setting his cup on the desk next to Seán’s as he peers over his monitor. “Ooh, what’cha playing?”

“Don’t Starve,” Seán answers. “I think this is the longest I’ve actually managed to survive.”

“Oh god, you and this game.” Tommy laughs and wraps an arm around Seán’s shoulder. “I don’t get how you can just sit here and play so long!”

“You can watch me play and I’ll show you,” Seán offers, looking up at him, and pats his lap. “See if you like it, too. We could play together for a video if you really like it."

“Sure.”

The positioning is a little awkward, but Tommy clambers on top of Seán, and then wriggles himself into a comfortable position while Seán laughs. Once he’s settled, Seán runs a hand through his hair, ruffling the little blond curls.

“You are so weird,” he says, affectionately, and presses a kiss to Tommy’s forehead before pulling his chair back up to the desk and turning his attention to the game again.