mcyt // agere oneshots

can't sleep | lil!tommy & cg!reader

littletommy + cg!reader :')

2nd perspective baby - no overuse of "Y/N" for me thank you 😌

cw: none ! pure fluff today :)

also bruh just realized for the last three fics they've been set late at night like-- creativity much i think not

it's whatever just uh on with the story i-

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  It wasn't his fault everyone in the house was pulling an all-nighter for a stupid stream. It wasn't his fault hardly anyone had the decency to soundproof their rooms. And it wasn't his fault he couldn't fall asleep either.

Or, that's how he explained it to you over the phone 10 minutes ago at least.

Complaining about he couldn't even shut his eyes for a second without getting irritated by the faint yelling coming from outside, he practically begged you to come over and, in his own words, "ease the pain away".

With a sigh, you made quick work to get out the door, presentable enough, and off to Tommy's place. The things you do for a friend.

Expecting loud commotion, blasting music, twitch streamers screaming at the top of their lungs and everything in between, you brace for impact.

When you entered the flat, it was dead silent.

You hesitantly roam through the hallways with caution, stopping in your tracks when you see a man you recognize, simply in sleep clothes, looking like he just woke up, on his way to the kitchen,

"Oh hey, Wil,"

He yawns, getting a glass to pour himself some water, "What are you doing over here at like.. the middle of the night?"

You almost laugh. Was it really the middle of the night? Did you really go all the way just for Tommy to complain in-person, when you could've settled for over the phone? Well, supposedly, at least.

"Toms called me saying something along the lines of 'everyone in this bloody house is fuckin' loud, please come over and save me' kinda deal.. seems kinda the opposite to me.."

"It's because it is."

The two of you look at each other after a beat,

"Tommy shenanigans." You both say at the same time, shaking your head's collectively at the floor.

You both head off on your own ways, Wilbur off to his room and you off to Tommy's. You don't bother knocking and head straight in,

Tommy's sitting in his bed looking right at you, with his stuffed cow in his lap. He looks simultaneously relieved and anxious to see you, and being uncharacteristically quiet.

You had the urge to interrogate the teen, but looking at him now, you had a hunch.

"You feeling small, buddy?"

"Uh huh,"

"You could've just told me."

"Didn't wanna bother you."

"I mean sure, it's 2 in the morning but you know I don't sleep!" Meanwhile, you continue talking whilst pulling out his few select little clothes only he, you and Wilbur know where they're stored.

"And if it's just between you and me," You sit beside him, taking his hands into your lap.

"You'd never, ever bother me. Ever."

"We clear, little guy?"

He drops your hands promptly to hustle you into a tight squeeze. "Sleepy, baba."

"Yeah, bubba? Well, let's get you into some jammies, and then we can say ni-ni to one little boy."

He reluctantly nods, pulling out of the embrace and letting you deal with the clothes, deciding his stuffie would just have to do for now.

"Do you think you're big enough to change into your pj's by yourself or..?"

There was a second after his shake of the head that made him look almost guilty and embarrassed to admit so.

"That's all good. I don't want to see you struggling or hurt yourself, alright, love?"

Tommy doesn't respond at all and keeps the same expression as he lets you handle the clothes, only until you bring your face right up to his, lightheartedly biting his nose once you were all done switching him into comfy, smaller clothes.

To which he attempts to squirm away giggling,

"Icky baba!"

"I could say the same for you, little man! Where's your paci hiding anyway?"

The teen glances down at his thumb, genuinely unbeknownst to his finger taking its place in his mouth, staying there, almost the entire duration of his clothes being changed. He blushes nonetheless, taking it out to hide behind his palms, gesturing towards his bedside drawer.

"Knock knock!" You playfully say, asking to remove his shielding hands. He (reluctantly) complies, playfully scrunching his nose as he makes eye contact with you.

"Open, bubba-- there we go." carefully moving his favourite red pacifier to his lips, you let him take his time to receive it.

When he does, he instantly lets his eyes droop down, and yawn pull through. He leans onto you as you grin, bringing a kiss to his forehead and a hand to his hair.

You two stay like that for a while, gently swaying the both of you in back and forth motion.

Once you believe he's appropriately winded down, you move him (and you, he was stuck like glue at this point,) to lay down on his bed, slowly but surely, tucking both parties in.

If you thought he couldn't get any closer than he already was, you stand corrected as he digs further into your chest, head tucked into the crook of your neck.

For a solid bit, the only thing that was heard was the synchronized breathing and the occasional suckles coming from his paci, he would've definitely been fast asleep by now.

He whispers something, making your heart pound a little harder,

"You stay?"

"Of course."

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i hope i did yall justice with the first reader insert cus holy i think its cute 😌

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stay safe 'n healthy loves ♡

~ inky 🧸

{880 words}

[finished writing april 27, 2021]
[published august 7, 2021]