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It was a nice evening, the kind that doesn't tell you quite how fondly it'll be remembered 'til the months have gone by and out of the blue you find yourself smiling off into the distance.
Tommy was lying on the floor—naturally—taking in nothing in his moment of downtime, an old can of coke resting now empty beside his head as Wilbur and Phil talked between themselves on the sofa behind him. Tommy twiddled his fingers atop the carpet, the numbing feeling of its texture just something to occupy him as his eyes considered whether they preferred being open or closed more.
Phil laughed in a way Tommy couldn't ignore, the blonde picking his head up from where he'd planted it on the floor's beige fabric to turn and peer up at the man. "What?" he asked blankly.
"Funny video, you wanna see?" Wilbur responded, the phone in his hand already looping the clip.
Tommy pulled himself off of the floor, stretching himself out as his older friends made room between themselves for the youngest of the three to join. Sitting down again, Wilbur angled his screen so Tommy could see, Phil getting up from his new spot slightly to the left and grabbing his empty water cup as he went. In the background, Tommy heard the man asking Wilbur if he wanted anything for himself.
The video played, but Tommy was honestly having a hard time following, his mind having finally decided that maybe 'eyes closed' was the better choice. More simply, the kid was tired. Sleepy, a voice in the depths of his mind echoed, the warmth of Wilbur on his right not complaining about this development one bit.
The video ended and Tommy gave a little chuckle; Phil had found it funny, and though he himself had no clue what anything that he just watched was supposed to be, he couldn't let Wilbur figure out he was sort of out of it—he'd never hear the end of the brunette's coddling over 'Sleepy baby Tommy-Toms'.
Wilbur's voice had some smile to it, "It's good, right?" Tommy nodded, slouching where he sat as he suppressed a yawn. It was only four in the afternoon, for heaven's sake. Serves him right for the late night spent watching old Schlatt videos, huh?
But, as expected, Wilbur noticed the blonde's poorly concealed yawn with a smirk and decided to give the blonde just a couple of minutes of silence to see what would happen. Hopefully, Tommy would fall asleep and he could steal some pictures for future blackmailing purposes.
"D'you want another Coke or something? I should have asked Phil to bring me back another drink."
Tommy turned down the brunette's request, leaving the man to make his way from the room, exiting just in time to catch Phil by the arm and spin him around back to where he'd come from, hushing the older's attempt at a question.
"He looks like he's gonna fall asleep, and I want blackmail."
Phil laughed at Wilbur's devious plan. "Honestly, I thought he'd already fallen asleep on the floor for a minute there."
As the two of them stood around killing time, Tommy began nodding off where he sat.
The room wasn't very bright, the only source of light that of the sun through the windows, dulled perfectly by the thin day curtains that hung from the ceiling to floor and tinted the colour to bathe the room in a lazy warm hue. It didn't help that the sofa was so unfairly squishy and comfortable. It didn't help that Wilbur and Phil had seemingly disappeared. It didn't help that Tommy was officially struggling to form thoughts, every string of words being broken apart and left to float.
Hmm, float. Now doesn't that sound nice?
Tommy let his body fall sideways along the sofa, stretching out before squidging up into a semi-ball, eyes closed before he was even done getting comfy.
A few minutes later, Wilbur braved a peak into Phil's living room, delighted at what he found. "Phil!" He stage-whispered for the blonde. "Phil, come!"
The blonde reappeared from the kitchen, a cheeky grin etched upon his face, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he crept closer to the sofa where Wilbur was already doing what he was soon to be doing too: backlogging his storage with roughly a trillion photos of the sleepiest Sleepy Boi of them all.
Tommy woke up to the sound of a front door being shut. He startled a bit, remembering he'd fallen asleep on Phil's sofa. He didn't move, something the two men standing right behind his head were very grateful for as they retreated on their very tippy toes in a ludicrous hop-run back to the safety of the kitchen, a newly-returned Kristin watching the grown men in awe from the other side of the island as they doubled over in near-silent giggles, still clutching their phones tightly.
Tommy could just about hear the pair's laughter, but he wasn't bothered, thoughts still not striking him as wholes. Why shouldn't his friends be having a laugh in the kitchen? Eh, more sleepy time for him. Mmm.
Phil gave a hushed explanation to his wife as Wilbur looked for his favourite photos of Tommy, Kristin melting at the sweet, dormant state of the young man curled so innocently on her sofa. Hearing nothing from the living room, Phil checked in again on Tommy before returning to report that he had indeed nodded off again. After a moment of thought, the three decided they'd make dinner a little earlier than they'd originally planned, seeing as how a certain someone was extra tired that day.
The next time Tommy woke up, it was to the smell of something delicious, the room now a lot darker than he'd remembered it being. A quick crossing of the room and a little peak behind the sheer material was all it took for him to be absolutely blinded by the setting sun. Facing the room again, Tommy blinked away spots as he smelled the air, mouth-watering. He heard a distant-sounding shout from upstairs as he noted the pot atop the stove in the kitchen, bypassing it for the wooden staircase right around the corner.
As his empty stomach gave a mewl of want, Tommy climbed, the solid coolness of the floorboards beneath him paving the way upwards, the pink light from within Phil's streaming room leaking out from beneath the door as he reached the second floor.
With a neat knock, Tommy cracked open the door and poked his head into the room, the sight of Wilbur in Phil's chair and the married couple sharing a frankly massive bean bag drawing a messy doodle of a smile across his tired features.
"Tommy!" Wilbur cheered, clapping for his pseudo-brother as chat lost their collective mind at the blonde's appearance. Kristin joined in cheering as Phil laughed behind his fist.
"Hello, everyone!" Tommy greeted the audience, the messy state of his hair uncared for by everybody looking.
"You guys knew the plan, stream's over now that Sleepy Boi Supreme has awoken," Phil spoke up, an eruption of "NOOOOO"'s pouring from chat as Wilbur and Kristin vocalized the viewer's thoughts, playfully begging the man not to end stream.
A few more minutes of light banter that Tommy stayed mostly to the side of later and the four were leaving the room, Phil methodically switching off all of the lights as they went and Wilbur looping his arm around Tommy's shoulders. Tommy had to fight resting his head against the taller when they came to a stop in the kitchen, saddened a shade when he pulled away to assist with setting the table, he and Phil fetching placemats, cutlery, and tall glasses of water as Kristin began dishing piping hot stew from the large pot atop the stove, the wonderous smell growing impossibly more delightful when she removed the pot's lid.
After hardly three minutes more, the four were taking seats around the six-seater table, the head seats left empty in favour of the 'brothers' sitting on one side and their 'parents' on the other. Tucking in, praise and adoration for the meal was left to float in the air, warming Kristin's heart as the stew did everyone else's.
Two full hours of second helpings, light talk, and ridiculous jokes later and the family had migrated to the kitchen, Phil and Kristin assuring Wilbur and Tommy they needed no help as they tidied up and stacked the dishwasher. Back again in the living room, Wilbur and Tommy were once again where they had been hours prior, sitting comfy and Tommy poorly stifling yawns.
"Still tired, hmm?" Wilbur hummed, his hand sneakily finding its way into the shorter's hair, carding through and petting his blonde curls as Phil and Kristin came and sat as physically close to one another as they could manage on a loveseat adjacent to the sofa, Kristin reaching for the remote to the tele, her free hand finding Phil's as the latter draped himself across her lap, his head coming to rest on the armrest that should have been hers, a smile full of total endearment so plainly there on his face that cartoon hearts could almost be seen in his eyes.
Disney+ was opened and the most recent thing to continue watching was selected, the next episode of It's Always Sunny beginning to play in the background as Wilbur pulled out his phone. "Look," he asked for Tommy's attention. "Which ones should I post?" He asked jokingly, scrolling through the abundance of photos of Sleepy Tommy, the show's opening credits rolling.
"Hey," Tommy complained, Wilbur holding his phone just out of reach as Tommy tried half-heartedly to swat the phone away. Tommy quickly gave up and went to mope on the opposite side of the sofa, Wilbur's soft laughter floating in the air as he rested his phone face-down on the coffee table far too welcoming for the blonde to actually harbour any sort of dislike for the older.
"Come on, Tommy," Wilbur mock-pleaded, draping himself across the sofa to cling to the blonde. "I didn't mean it."
Tommy gave in, the large, warm, incessant hands of Wilbur pawing at his sweatshirt impossible to ignore.
"I'm sorry, Tommy. I would never, I love you too much," Wilbur apologized saccharinely, pulling the younger into his lap as if he weren't so tall and fussing over him like he was nothing more than a teddy bear. Almost the moment Tommy was done having the thought, Wilbur was openly reading his mind, "Aw, you're like a teddy bear! Teddy bear Tommy."
Tommy whined, no genuine annoyance anywhere in sight as he languidly told Wilbur off. "Noo, stop it," He batted at where the brunette's hands rested on his arms, regretting his choice when a moment later Wilbur was tickling him, that rat bastard!
Tommy's shriek made Kristin and Phil look over, the latter almost pulling his phone back out again but deciding at the last second. Some things were just different and begged to be left in the moment.
Sleepy Bois!
Wilbur Soot
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Wilbur Soot
From earlier lmaoooo
TommyInnit
YOU BITHC
WHY WOULD YUO DO THIS
Ph1LzA
Lmaoo these ones too
Ph1LzA
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TommyInnit
PJIL NOT YOU TOO 😭
Technoblade
This is incredible
I am saving all of these