See You On The Battlefield - Dreamwastaken x reader

Chapter Twenty Seven

"When are you going to wake up?" 

I felt someone poking my cheek, which made me groan and hide my face into my blanket even more. I heard an irritated sigh, followed by silence. I smiled to myself, before trying to go back to sleep. 

"Tommy, no-" 

Before I knew it, my blanket was snatched off me and since the blanket was wrapped around my body, the force pulling the blanket also pulled me onto the floor. I hit the wooden floorboards face first and I hissed in pain. I looked up and glared at Tommy, who burst out laughing. Tubbo stood next to him, his arms folded and shaking his head. 

"It's not funny." I said. Tommy continued laughing. 

"It kind of is." 

In the time of a few seconds, I had got up from the floor with the blanket, which I had wrapped around Tommy's neck, cutting off his air supply slightly. He immediately stopped laughing and started to gasp for breath and trying to loosen my grip on the blanket, which, of course, he was unsuccessful in doing. I pulled the blanket backwards, causing him to bend back as well, before I let go and he fell onto his back. He screamed as he fell and me and Tubbo both started laughing. Tommy sat up, rubbing his head. 

"That's not even that funny." He grumbled. I tilted my head. 

"It kind of is." I said, smirking. 

"I told you not to do it." Tubbo said to Tommy. "I told you to leave her. I warned you."

Tommy mumbled curses under his breath not so quietly as he got back up to his feet but I pretended like I didn't hear anything. I looked at the blankets and sheets spread out on the couch and floor. I raised an eyebrow. 

"Did you guys stay round last night?" 

Tubbo nodded. "Why, is that not okay?" 

"No, it's fine, it's just that you could've told me, I could've gotten more blankets." I said, picking up a nearby blanket on the floor and folding it up. Tubbo left a little while later to get us some breakfast from Niki, while I continued to tidy the room. While I was putting the blankets and sheets away, Tommy just stood there with a sour expression on his face. I felt his gaze on me and I sighed, turning around to face him. 

"Can you stop sulking and help me tidy this up? You're the one that made this mess, you know." I pointed to the sweet wrappers and cookie chunks all over the floor. 

"How do you know that it was me? It could've been Tubbo." Tommy said. 

"Tubbo doesn't eat like a pig. Good try and now get your ass over here and help." Tommy groaned and walked over to me, helping me pick up the rubbish, which was littered all over one specific area, which I guessed was where Tommy spent the night. He looked up at me as he swept up the cookie crumbs. 

"Where did you learn how to fight like that?" He asked. I hesitated, thinking about my answer. 

"I had a good teacher." I said finally. 

"Who?" 

"Someone who I won't ever see again and is better off forgotten." I said, in a tone that clearly means that it was the end of this conversation. Tommy got the hint, but I could tell that he wanted to ask me more questions. I was grateful that he didn't and, in a few minutes time, the room was clean. I sank down into the couch and Tommy did the same, leaning his head on me. 

"Ugh, get off of me, you stink." I said, pushing him away. He looked at me, outraged. 

"WHAT THE FUCK? NO I DON'T!" He practically screamed in my ear. I screwed up my face, and pinched my nose.