Sleep, Sugar

Hoody/Brian & Toby

( To be honest, I just wanted to write some Hoody/Toby. In my stories, Hoody and Masky are basically separate personalities; kinda meaning that Brian and Tim both basically have multiple personality disorder/DID. I also have a headcanon that Hoodie just loves the ever loving shit outta Toby cause he's weird as all hell, and kinda eggs Toby's antics on cause he likes to have more fun than his comrades actually realize, and Toby brings that out in him. )

 It was dark when Toby awoke. Rain pelted lightly at the window, making him feel bad for Tim; the man having left earlier that day for some mission the Operator had sent him on. If he didn't already have shelter, the raven haired man would likely have been caught up in the rain. Hopefully, if he was, he wouldn't catch a cold. Toby wasn't sure he could take being sick again; the last time was hell, and he had felt so bad for Brian and Tim having to take care of him. They had assured him multiple times that it was fine, that anything the voices said about it were in the wrong. But that didn't stop him from feeling bad for having to be babied.

Sighing, Toby rolled his body from where he had been facing the wall, careful not to disturb the arms gently wrapped around his chest to face the other that laid in bed with him - only to jump slightly and then chuckle at the dimly lit eyes that watched him carefully.

"H-hey," muttered the brunette, a smile etching on his lips as a hand gently rose to caress Brian's cheek.

It felt cold, almost too cold to the touch even as they were draped in more than a few layers of blankets (due to Tim's infatuation with having as many blankets as possible; it didn't help that Toby had an infatuation with pillows, making their shared bed overrun with them but they didn't mind). Toby's lips fell as Brian didn't speak. He did blink, making Toby realize he was in fact awake and not having some sort of sleep walking experience.

"Bri?" Toby asked slowly, gently rubbing the other's cheek. "You alright?"

In response, the other grunted and shifted, pulling Tobias closer so he could rest his forehead against the other's. In such close proximity now, Toby realized that Brian's usually bright hazel eyes seemed filmed over with a musky greyness, which could only mean one thing.

"You're.... Not Brian right now, are you?" Toby asked slowly, pulling a small frown but not pulling his hand from the other's cheek.

'Brian' shook his head gently.

"So.... Hoody?" Toby asked.

Hoody nodded his head. Toby sighed, but still welcomed the gentle hand that now rubbed at his back soothingly.

While both Tim and Brian had decent control over their other personalities and only called upon them for killing, there were often times that either were able to spring forth and overtake the other two's control. This happened rarely, either by Slender's accord or if they were injured and could not take the pain like Toby could. Toby rarely minded such switches, if he were being honest. Since joining their odd little relationship, Masky was far nicer than he had been to the younger Proxy. Not affectionate, per say; but some of Tim often seeped through the masked man in the form of being protective over the teen. It was kind of adorable, actually. Not to mention, Masky was more apt in helping with Toby whenever his BPD was raining down heavily in his mind. He was kinder, almost loving.

Hoody was a slightly different story. While the hooded man was usually stoic and otherwise serious - it was as if Toby brought out the child in him in the right circumstances. Brian had once admitted that it wasn't himself who first fell in love with Toby, but Hoody; the hooded wearing personality simply enjoying the youngest Proxy in a way none of them could fathom. While Brian was as goofy as he was, there was something adorable - and amusing - about Hoody acting like he wasn't one of Slender's best Proxys. It was as if it was Hoody's goal to make Toby feel as normal as possible by acting as goofy as he could with the younger man. Toby couldn't really complain.

Toby often remembered with glee the time he and his boyfriends had been kicked out of a large chain store because Toby thought it to be a great idea to want to be pushed precariously down the aisles in a shopping cart. While Tim had tried the voice of reason, Hoody had overtaken Brian almost immediately upon Toby leaping into their empty cart as Brian pushed it inside the sliding glass doors; and the two were off with a laughing shriek from Toby and an annoyed shout from Tim as they left him in the dust. They were kicked out soon after for knocking down a whole shelf of goods as they ran precariously around the store, only glad they weren't expected to pay for all that.

A hand gently running through his hair 'woke' Toby from his mindless thoughts, followed by a hum from Hoody as he felt the other bump his nose against his. A giggle erupted from him then at the feeling, and this seemed to egg Hoody on; a smile cresting the other's lips as he shifted in bed, noses bumping together again and Hoody adding a nuzzle that caused more laughter to erupt from the teen.

"You're so weird," Toby giggled, the hand that once rested upon the other's cheek moving to the back of his neck as Hoody shifted onto one elbow to slightly lean over the other.

Hoody could only hum in reply, moving his affections to nuzzle at Toby's cheeks, his neck, his shoulders; all the while causing Toby to giggle loudly until he was nearly laughing, yet not denying the affections even as his body twitched and wiggled at the soft touches.

While Masky could yell one's ear off to no end, Hoody was somewhat -- different. He rarely spoke, if at all; generally only communicating via his own odd type of sign language and grunts. But he knew how to show affection. And when it came to the other two, he seemed to just loved doing it; especially Toby, who Hoody seemed to enjoy more whenever he got him to laugh as he was.

It was only when Toby was practically heaving, gentle hands having moved to gently skim along his sides and making his laughter louder than necessary in the otherwise quiet house, that frayed hands pushed up against Hoody's chest in pleading.

"Please, no more! No more!" Toby was laughing, body almost writhing in laughter as he tried to evade those hands and gentle nuzzles.

Hoody huffed but obliged, arms wrapping around the other and rolling onto his back suddenly. Toby squeaked at the sudden movement, only relaxing once he was relaxed atop the other, their chests firmly pressed together as Hoody again bumped their noses again. Another giggle emitted from Toby, eyes fluttering shut as pressed his lips against the others. There came a quiet, surprised grunt before the motion was gently returned; as if Hoody was afraid anymore force and Toby might break.

Once pulled apart, Toby quickly nuzzled his face into the crook of the other's neck. A hand was gently placed atop his head, fingers running through his long curly hair while another began rubbing the square of his back. Toby's legs wrapped around the other's hips as he began to relaxing, allowing the soft pitter patter and Hoody's gentle breathing to lull him back into a deep, safe filled slumber.