𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝙸𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

|𝟠| 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤

Trigger warnings: First two parts (before second sparkles) is fluff-ish, third has blood and violence 

For story purposes, Tubbo is around 5'5 and Tommy is 6'3 

(Also disclaimer Sapnap and George are a platonic ship, they're homies, just wanted to let y'all know) 

    It was three am, and George couldn't sleep. 

    He hadn't been able to rest his nerves. They weren't usually this bad, but something about going public again was freaking him out. Seriously freaking him out. He had been trying to fall asleep for hours, giving up after staring at the ceiling and laying on his side had lost their appeal. Spoiler alert; they had no appeal to begin with. 

     George was currently sitting at the kitchen island. It had a marble top, so cool he didn't want to put his bare arms on it, and the chair he was sitting on wasn't much better. There was no windows in the base, for security reasons, but even so, he could tell that the sky was so black you couldn't see. He lazily traced small patterns in the air, thin pieces of air forming under his fingertips. George subconsciously continued to place them together, not fully realizing just what he was doing, but finishing it all the less. It turned to be a flower. A small, fragile daisy, with a broken stem, and some missing petals, as if someone had been playing they love me, they love me not with it. He sat, rolling it between his fingers in the almost total darkness of the room, as Sapnap approached from behind. 

     "Nightmares?" His voice was soft, even though there was nobody else sleeping in the base. Good was out, Tubbo had a double life so he was at a sleepover with his friend, Techno was awake (his light was on and there was quiet keyboard clicking coming from his room), and Maia had her own place. George turned to him, eyes taking a couple of moments to focus. 

    "Couldn't get that far..." He trailed off, leaning back and almost falling off the stool. Sapnap reached out, catching him with his arm, then picked him up piggyback style and carried him to the couch. George hugged him. When Sapnap tried to get him to lay down and hopefully fall asleep, he just held onto him. 

    "You need the rest, George." George looked up at him, still cuddling his arm, and scrunched his nose. He ignored Sapnap's concern, fixing the small leaf that had half fallen off his daisy. 

    "For the next ten hours I'll be running on street fights and anxiety, sleep is for the week." He nodded to himself, satisfied with his small flower. Sapnap chuckled lightly, adjusting himself to be spooning George, and smacked him lightly on the side of his head. 

   "Go to bed, stinky." 

   "Fine, poo-poo head." 

 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 

    "Good morning." The air was stiff with tension. Darryl was standing still, mentally preparing for, well, everything, while Good quietly sipped his cup of coffee— which, surprisingly, wasn't the black, sour type you would expect him to have, but rather with two sugar, two cream... You know, like any normal person would drink. Darryl hadn't gotten much sleep, tight as a bowstring nerves not allowing him to settle down, and it showed. His eyes were shadowed, but alert, behind his glasses. 

    "Morning." Maia was dressed up in her usual blue suit, police badge shining in the sun. They had decided to meet outside, near but out of earshot of Tubbo's school, and the sun was bright against a pale blue sky. 

    "Tubbo gets out of school in—" Philip checked his clock— "Ten minutes. Or, more accurately, skips class in ten minutes." 

    Is that believable, though, for a sweet kid like Tubbo to skip class? Darryl questioned, but kept his mouth shut, assuming (and silently hoping) Philip knew what he was doing.