Jaymes Young - I'll Be Good
Tyler stirs his food in the bowl, not hungry but not full either. He takes a small bite, cringing at what's his usual favourite food. He sighs and puts the bowl on the desk, curling up on the bed on top of the covers. Someone else knocks on the door, and Tyler bolts up. "Come in!" He says hurriedly, and Evan kicks the door open, his arms hooked under Craig's armpits as Brock carries his legs. Tyler stands up and takes Craig's small body from the two, laying him on the bed gingerly.
"He'll be okay?" Tyler asks, pulling the covers over Craig. Brock and Evan seem confused by his acts of affection but ignore it for the sake of their noses. "Yeah, he should. We're lucky the bullet didn't hit his spine." Brock smiles warmly, and Tyler smiles. "Now eat, idiot." Evan scoffs, walking out. Brock giggles and winks at Tyler before following Evan, pulling the door shut behind him.
Tyler sits next to Craig, who's laying on his stomach, cheek shoved into the pillow. Tyler lays next to him, looking at Craig's face and smiling softly. Tyler inches closer to the smaller boy, swiping his thumb under Craig's cheekbone. "I love you.." Tyler sighs, kissing Craig's forehead. Tyler slips under the blankets, gently and carefully pulling Craig close before resting an arm over the small of his back. "Goodnight..." Tyler hums, reaching back to turn off the lamp before closing his eyes.
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Craig wakes up with a small yawn and a pain in his back. Craig groans and shoves his face into a pillow, finding it isn't a pillow, but Tyler's chest. Craig rolls his shoulders experimentally, smiling to himself as he feels no extra pain and Tyler pulls him closer in his sleep. "Tyler.." Craig whispers, combing his fingers in Tyler's short hair. "Babe.." Craig's hums, kissing Tyler's cheekbone. Tyler grumbles, tugging Craig tight against himself and hiding his own face in the curve of Craig's neck. "You're always like this." Craig tries to complain but it turns into a giggle, and he smiles when he feels Tyler lips curve into his own smile against his neck. "We really should get up though. See if I can walk." Craig sighs, playing the hair on the back of Tyler's neck.
"Was that me or the bullet?" Tyler smirks, and Craig blushes before slapping the tallers shoulder. "Shut up!" He whines, and Tyler laughs before sitting up and leaning over Craig's top half. "I don't shut up, remember?" He smirks before kissing Craig deeply, smiling as he feels Craig kiss back. "At least you can lay on your back." Tyler notices, letting his fingers ghost around Craig's sides. Craig giggles and nods before using Tyler's shirt to pull him into another kiss, lazily trapping him there with an arm around his neck. Tyler smirks ad stands up, pulling Craig with him. "Ah!" Craig squeaks, wrapping his arms around Tyler's neck and his legs around Tyler's hips. Tyler's head falls back in a laughter after he twirls a few times, leaving Craig pouting dispite the giggles that want to escape. "I hate you." Craig grumbles, pressing his lips into a straight line while the bottom one juts out. "You looove me." Tyler snickers, tugging on Craig's bottom lip and smirking as the other flushes with color. "Which is a mistake, by the way." Tyler flashes Craig a lopsided, goofy grin Craig's only seen in pictures, but it's diluted with sad eyes. "Nah. Best decision I've ever made." Craig comfirms, kissing Tyler and smiling as he's lowered back onto the bed. "Don't move, I don't want you hurting yourself. I'll make breakfast." Tyler smiles at Craig, kissing his forehead.
"Puncakes?" Craig asks quietly, testing the waters. Tyler's eyes widen and his grip tightens on Craig, ice eyes flitting all around Craig's features for something, anything. He finally calms down and Craig stops himself from sighing in relief. "You're too much like my mother." Tyler praises against Craig's lips, kissing him once more before slipping out of the room and towards the kitchen.
Craig pulls himself further onto the bed, sinking into the fluffy pillows around him. He doesn't have to wait long for Tyler, who's comes back juggling two plates, a jar of jam, maple syrup, and cutlery. Tyler hands Craig his plate before collapsing on the bed, dropping knives and forks and jars onto the blanket. Craig smiles and steals the syrup from Tyler, pouring a large amount on his pancakes. "Most cliché thing ever." Tyler grumbles, spreading jam on a slice of his pancake. "Eating pancakes in a bed while healing from wounds that should have killed us? Never heard of it." Craig teases, and Tyler uses his finger to splatter Craig's face in syrup. Craig gasps and uses a spoon to toss jam at Tyler, squealing in delight as Tyler, tries, and fails to dodge it, getting the left portion of his face covered in jam.
"Asshole." Tyler grumbles, and Craig giggles while sucking on the spoon. "Jam Man." He giggles, kissing Tyler's cheek before sucking off some of the jam, leaving Tyler blushing but smiling a goofy grin Craig always wants to see.
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Soft - BoyxBoy
Fanfiction"Even the coldest people were once as soft as water." Tyler 'Wildcat' joined a gang when he was only fifteen to escape his broken home life. At the age of the twenty-six, the man has already killed hundreds in raids, robberies, and cross-fires. Afte...
