𝟢𝟣𝟤 love sick

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5

tommy was currently streaming dream smp late at night when he got a video call from you.
he declined, you frowned and grabbed your walkie talkie.

"tommmmmmmy! why arent you answering meee? you can just let me watch you play!" you dragged out the m and e, he rolled his eyes and called you, placing his phone so that you could see his face while he played, your laptop was open with his stream anyway.

"mute me if you want," he muted you for his stream, but not for him. you studied his expression as he acted, eventually rambling about yourself. "tubbo! y-you cant do this to me man.. please.." you frowned, it always made you sad when watching the dream smp, the acting was so real and you wished you were there to comfort the actors.

"tubbos date with me went really well with views, we should do it again!" he looked at you for a second, shaking his head. you giggled as he focused his attention on his computer once more.

"once im eighteen, i can move out with the streamer money and we can move in together! unless you and tubbo..?" you knew that they were moving in, but you didnt know how long or when. "when we meet we should get a happy meal, like the good ol days" you smiled, you imagined what would happen.

you wanna go skating with him maybe, or go ghost hunting as you clung onto him because you were terrified. youd probably name your kids after him if he didnt like you, thomas after him, eliza after the queen, beth after the queen, or maybe even toby after tubbo.

eventually you rambled again, talking about horoscopes until he finished the dream smp and got alone time with you. you two talked about restaurants and food and birthdays until you fell asleep.

he took a screenshot, as per usual. god how he loved your sleeping face, he imagined it in the crook of his chest, talking about your dumb horoscopes he pretended he doesnt care about but he actually studies your sign when he could.

"goodnight n.n, i love you."

he closed his eyes, he always dreamt about you, he dreamt about you both swimming in the ocean while he played with you and pretend to sink and then make sand castles with you.





   
   
   

   

   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   

   

   
   
   
   
   






   
   
   

   

   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   

   

   
   
   
   
   

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