STORYBOOK ROMANCE [Tommyinnit x Reader]

C22: Do you like it?

It was now 10am, you were glad you get some stuff off of your chest with Phil last night- err- earlier in the morning, you rested easy after that, though it was only 5 hours of sleep. You were awoken by the sound of... something, or more accurately, someone crashing and falling down on the hardwood floor. "What the..." you quickly rose up from your slumber, yawning slightly before looking around to see what the noise was, and it's not Tommy- but it was Ranboo, in front of your door, on the ground. You sat on the edge of the bed you were on, staring at the tall guy in front of you who was composing himself from his fall.

"COME ON BREAKFAST IS BEING PREPARED!" Ranboo quickly said, not so quietly, but Tommy could do louder. His sudden volume caused you to chortle out a laugh, "Pffft- you good, big guy?" You asked, chuckling slightly, "RUNNING AT FULL SPEED TOWARDS YOUR DOOR WITH SOCKS WAS NOT GOOD IDEA!!!" Ranboo cheerily said, despite of what he said or his situation, y'know, just Ranboo.

His tone and wording caused you to laugh, "Ok, get out of my room, I'll be down in a minute." You stood up from the bed and waved your hand out to signal Ranboo to get out, "Oh and don't run this time." You felt like you need to clarify because that fall looked like it hurt- Ranboo laughed, "Yeap! I LEARN FROM MY MISTAKES!" Ranboo said, yelling a bit for the last part so that you heard him while he walked away. You rolled your eyes and laughed as you comb your hair out a bit before shrugging, deciding it's too early for you to be trying to look good and head downstairs.

You walked down the stairs and saw none other than the queen herself, Niki Nihachu, with Jack Manifold too but Niki was much more cooler and deserves much more of your attention, no offense bald man. "Niki! Hi!" You said, lazily but happy to see her, you were still recovering from being rudely awaken by a 6'6 mask man falling in front of your door, after all. "Y/N! Happy birthday!" Niki greeted, "Ayup, I'm here too! Happy birthday, man!" Jack followed after, "Hello to you too, Jack."

The three of you conversed for a bit, sitting down at the island attached to the kitchen when suddenly you felt a pair of hands cover your eyes, "Guess who~" an all too familiar voice of a blonde haired menace said to you in a sing-song-y like voice. You did a fake excited gasp, "Santa?!" You exclaimed, which got Tommy to remove his hands off of you from laughing "I- no- what the fuck Y/N?" He said through laughter, "Language, Thomas." You rolled your eyes and Tommy rolled his back at you, "Don't call me that." Which caused you to snicker.

"AnYwAyS, after breakfast we're gonna shove the gifts we got you into your face and make you open them on camera in front of thousands of people in case one of them is a prank box!" Tommy casually explained, putting his hands on his waists, triumphantly. "I- should I be worried?" You ask with a nervous laugh, "What? Why should you be? Of course not!" Tommy said, in a somewhat cheeky voice that just makes you not believe him so much, "You're implying one of the things you got me would be a prank box-" You said, with a stare of disbelief, "What? Noooo- what gave you that idea?!" The cheekiness not leaving Tommy's voice, "Yeah no- not trusting you." You crossed your arms and turned your head away from the blonde.

You weren't looking at him but you can tell he had some over-the-top dramatic 'offended' look in his face, followed by a laugh, "Speaking of gifts that I got for you, I should get them now." Tommy announced, waving his hand a bit to say goodbye followed by his leaving footsteps.

"Hah, ok, Toms!" You said, turning back to Niki and Jack to continue conversation with them but realized something, "Wait- them?- as in pLuRaL?-"

Before you could get up to follow Tommy and ask him, a plate of the most delicious looking breakfast [of your choosing, go haywire, could be pancakes, eggs, whatever you want it to be] you've ever seen, and you've eaten at top Michelin Star restaurants, nothing better than a home cooked meal, I guess. You looked up to see none but our beloved Mumza Kristin, smiling at you, "Happy birthday, Y/N!" She said with a bright tone, "I didn't got you anything for your birthday so I thought I could at least make you some breakfast!" You let out an audible 'awe' and looked up at Krisitin with a soft smile, "Aww thank you, Kristin! Nothing could be better!"