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Hello King, Queens, and your Majesty's! So this is kind of just an introduction to this book.

So, I really like writing "songfics". Aka, oneshots based off of song titles, so I'm dedicating an entire book to it. I will still update my other works too, just maybe not for a couple of weeks

With that being said, I am open to requests. Like, if you have an idea or something but can't or don't want to write it out, write it in the comments following this list:

Song title: 

Artist(s):

Character(s):

Which Au (Canon, coffee shop, etc, or you describe the scene):

Any additional information:

Just so you know, I am allowed to deny any request if I don't think I could write it or if I'm not comfortable with it. 

With that being said, a new chapter should be out every couple of days or until I feel like it.

Should probably also mention that some of these will be really short due to a lack of motivation and not wanting to write out a scene for the entire song!

Enjoy!

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Purpled stared at the rocks in his hands. Well, jewels, technically. Sapphire Stones were extremely rare to come by. People would pay good money for these. Like, really good money.

And here he was, about to give them away as a gift. 

Purpled immediately thought of his blonde haired friend when he had found the jewels. Ofcourse, he had debated on selling them or not, but that blonde haired pest just kept coming back. It's not like he could really control his thoughts either, because his instincts also want to give the blonde the jewels.

Punz is going to kill him.

He finally gained the courage to knock, which was kinda hard with the jewels in his hand, but he did it anyway. 

Tommy almost immediately answered the door, chipper as ever.

"Hello! What can I-"

Tommy paused when he spotted Purpled. He then gasped when Purpled held out certain blue jewels to him. Tommy instantly became memorized, quickly snatching the jewels from Purpled and watching them shine and sparkle in the sun.

Purpled always took in the little details about everything. So maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised when he practically saw the stars in Tommy's eyes as he admired the jewels. 

"Purpled, how did you.. Why didn't you sell these? These are so valuable man!"

Purpled shrugged, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment.

"Thought you deserved em'." 

Purpled mumbled. Tommy heard it though, and he grinned at the softness of his friend. Tommy tilted his head and hummed, a sign to follow.

And Purpled did follow. He followed Tommy right into that little dirt hut, and that's how he got into this situation. 

Purpled sat on a chair, Tommy currently bleaching a strip of Purpleds hair. 

Damn Tommy, always so convincing.

Tommy had only suggested the idea and Purpled had agreed right away.

"So what color should we match? I think blue would work the best, or I do a royal blue and you do a purple so it matches. How does that sound?"

"Yeah.. Yeah that works. I like that idea"

Tommy grinned and continued bleaching Purpleds hair. 

Now, the final product definitely wasn't as bad as Purpled thought it would be, but again, Punz is definitely going to kill him. 

But, when Tommy had gotten excited about their matching hair, Purpled didn't seem to mind so much.

He'd definitely give Tommy Sapphires again.

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Don't make me run away out the back door.

Quackity ran. He always had. Ran away from Fundy when Eret had come to visit him. Ran away from his and Erets wedding. And ran away from Erets love. No matter what, he was always running. From Eret, that is.

I want my clothes back.

Eret wanted his clothes back. She wanted the comforting hoodie that she had given to Quackity back. They wanted the multitude of shirts that they had given the smaller guy back. He wanted his clothes back.

Too bad Quackity wouldn't talk to them.

You say you miss me, so then I drive back to you.

Quackity knew it was wrong. He shouldn't miss Eret. Not with the way he walked right out of their wedding. He hated the way he wanted to run right back into Erets arms. But he couldn't. Couldn't, because he was scared. So he forgets with a cigarette in his mouth, and unfinished paperwork under his head.

I drive back to you.

Eret wished he could hold Quackity again. Quackity wouldn't even spare him a glance.

Petals off of flowers, did you ever really love me?

Eret seriously questioned if Quackity had ever loved him. Sure, he said he did, but when Quackity ran away.. Eret couldn't help but doubt it.

Now my nose is filled with powder, and I think that she's still lovely.

Quackity couldn't help that his head grew fuzzy when he thought of his old lover. The substances and drugs definitely didn't help either. Eret had loved him so much, and he had left her in the dust. 

Still, Eret was the loveliest person he's ever met.

Oh no. She knows I'm a wreck.

Quackity froze in his spot, eyes staring at the one person they've tried to avoid for so long. The one person he had always run from, the one person he couldn't find it in himself to face. And yet here they were. Face to face.

"Quackity." Eret said sweetly. She said it like nothing had happened between them, like Quackity hadn't fucked up. Like she still loved him.

Quackity broke. Eret only pulled him in and carefully picked him up, whispering softly in his ear that it was okay.

Eret knew. Eret had known, and now Quackity had no way to escape.

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You started eating my favorite candy.

Slime, or Charlie, as Quackity has started calling him, recently found out that Quackity liked Strawberry Mentos. They were his favorite candy, so by nature, Slime started eating them as well. 

You buy a pack in every store you're in.

Slime hummed a cheery tune, picking up another tube of Strawberry Mentos. He placed it on the counter, looking up at Fundy, who stood behind the register. Fundy only raised an eyebrow, scanning the tube as Slime handed Fundy the needed amount of money.

Stocking up on Strawberry Mentos.

An entire pile of Strawberry Mentos sat on the small desk Quackity had given Slime. Quackity never seemed to question them, but he always stole glances at them.

So when you kiss me, it'll taste like them.

Slime didn't understand that kisses were reserved for lovers, only knowing that people who were close shared them. So the first time Slime had kissed Quackity, he was obviously taken back by the sudden action. However, when he tasted the familiar sweetness of his favorite candy, he seemed to melt a bit.

Oh, you're so sweet that my teeth are gonna fall out.

Quackity seemed to realize the small, sweet gestures that Slime made towards him more often. Like holding the door open for him, or helping deal with particularly rough customers. It made Quackity's heart flutter.

I'll get cavities in every single one.

Quackity walked hand in hand with Slime, Slime just curiously looking around. It was the same path they took everyday, but Slime was still so entertained. Prime, Slime was actually too cute.

Taking weekly trips to my dentist.

"Quackity." Foolish seemed to hum out. The God could easily tell that the president was happier, though, no one could quite tell why. "Hello, Foolish." Quackity replied back. His tone was happy, cheerful, and definitely nothing like what Foolish had heard the first couple of times they've met.

But I know that it's worth it because.

Quackity adored Slime. The goopy guy ranted about anything and everything to Quackity, and always knew how get Quackity away from his work. He comforted Quackity when Quackity wanted no one else to even be near him. 

When I tasted Strawberry Mentos, I knew you were the one.

Through more shared strawberry kisses, they fell deeper and deeper into a bond, one that couldn't be broken. Quackity explained the concept of boyfriend's to Slime, and gave him the choice of being friends or something else.

Ive been searching for someone like you my whole life.

Slime obviously agreed to being boyfriends. He loved Quackity, and Quackity love him. Quackity was finally getting the love story he deserved.

So I pick up Black Licorice in every candy aisle.

Quackity found out that Slime liked black Licorice, so he began to pick it up at the store.

And even though I hate the taste of it.

Quackity did not like black Licorice. It was bitter and made him shudder. Still though, he ate it anyway. It would be replaced by sweetness soon enough anyway.

I know that when I kiss you, it'll make you smile.

Hands found their way to eachother face as they kissed, before Slime pulled away, a very happy smile planted on his face. "Quackity from Las Nevadas, you taste like black Licorice!" Quackity laughed and nodded, smiling softly when he tasted strawberry. "And you taste like strawberries, Charlie."

Strawberry and black licorice was an odd pairing taste wise. But when converted into humans, they just seemed to fit.

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"Baby, I don't feel so good", six words you never understood.

"Um, Sap, I don't feel so good." Fundy murmured, looking up at Sapnap. Sapnap bit his lip and shrugged, settling a hand on top of Fundys head. "Dunno what you want me to do about that Fundy." Fundy could only choke back a whimper at the uncaring tone of Sapnaps voice. 'Comfort me' His mind betrayed, and he pulled away from Sapnap.

"I'll never let you go", five words you'll never say. (aww)

"C'mon Fundy, I got you. Can't say I'll hold on forever though, haha." Sapnap joked, pulling Fundy up over the ledge he almost just fell off of. Something about that joke made something cruel twist into Fundys heart.

I laugh along like nothings wrong, four days has never felt so long.

Four days. That's how long Sapnap has been staying at Fundys. Four days of joking tones and hopeful thoughts, only for them to be scratched away by Sapnap. Fundy laughed along, ignoring the breaking of his heart as the two talked.

If three's a crowd and two was us, one slipped away. (hahahahaha)

Fundys house was only big enough for two people to roam around comfortably, so when Sapnap invited Karl over, Fundy grew extremely uncomfortable. He felt better when Karl left, but during their time together, Sapnap had slipped out of the house to visit Karl. Later that night, Fundy cried and bitterly laughed at himself.

I can't tell you how much I didn't want to stay.

Sapnap came back eventually. Fundy tried time and time again to escape his presence, but he just kept coming back. Fundy couldn't find it in himself to push Sapnap away.

I just kinda wish you were gay.

"Oh, you know that I'm straight, right Fundy? I forgot to mention it when you came out to me." Fundy knew. Fundy knew because Fundy is gay and in love with Sapnap. But life made sure Fundy could never be happy.

"Yeah. I know Sap." Fundy felt like crying.

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I've been watching him for my entire life.

Tommy always grew up second. Second to be birthed, second to walk, second to talk, second to be King.

I hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees.

"For the betterment of the kingdom, Technoblade is going to take the crown before you, Tommy." Wilbur stupidly decreed. Tommy only glared at Wilbur, who didn't seem to notice. Tommy hated the soft, steady breaths of Wilbur.

His words so contrived.

Wilbur spoke without thinking sometimes. Something Tommy could never do without being scolded.

And I hate the way the townspeople gather outside.

L'manburgians lined the streets, giddy at the rumor that Wilbur was coming into town.

They hang on every breath, cling to his chest.

Women fawned over Wilbur, while men admired him. All Tommy got was glares 

Home to his heart full of pride.

Wilbur was proud of how far his kingdom has come. He would never give it up.

The Oracle told him to beware the Ides.

Wilbur had ordered Tommy to not make any friends, as the Ancient has told him someone dear to his heart was to be cautious of.

And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing,

Tommy was always wishing for one thing or another, but one wish was more frequent than the rest.

For untimely death or demise.

Wilburs death.

Or am I just wishing I could be like you?

Tommy, at some point in his life, had wanted to be like Wilbur. He was everything Tommy was not.

That the people would see me too as a poet,

Wilbur was great with words. He wrote poems about 'family' and how happy he was. They never included Tommy. Tommy wanted to write his own, but they never came out as smooth as Wilburs. Tommy wasn't seen as a poet

And not just the muse

Tommy was seen as a rude, brash, and loud kid. Though, he wasn't a kid anymore.

Oh, it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you.

"What? Wilbur, you know I would never bring harm to you!" And the lie rolled off of his tongue more smoothly than Tommy would like to admit.

From birth we've been like brothers of  different mothers,

Though having the same birth mom, Tommy and Wilbur couldn't be any more different. 

Within the spirit of the same womb.

Though, Tommy was deemed bad, considering that his birth was what killed their mother.

May the gods strike me down if I forsake you.

Tommy never spoke badly about Wilbur in public, or in front of guests. He knew the gods already weren't pleased with him as it is.

Frater meus, you're beautifully made,

Wilbur was very attractive. Tommy's pretty sure Aphrodite had something to do with it.

And to you I'm forever grateful.

Tommy was grateful for Wilbur. Sometimes, atleast. He was there when Tommy cried because the king had better things to do than comfort an upset child.

I'll never forget that you showed me to make art.

When Tommy was little, Wilbur had shown Tommy how to paint. Painting quickly became Tommy's entire world. He had Wilbur to thank for this.

And I know the love you showed me came,

Wilbur had loved Tommy. Held him during the night and sung him to sleep. He had.

From a pure and noble heart.

Every gesture was pure and had good intentions. Tommy hated it.

I love you, and if you want, I'll call you King.

"Yes, King Wilbur. I understand." Tommy copied as he grit his teeth. He loved Wilbur, so why was the title so bitter in his mouth.

But why do I lie awake each night thinking,

Tommy tossed and turned, thoughts and ideas tumbling through his mind. Until his mind caught on one thought.

"Instead of you, it should be me"?

A very, very bad thought.

Something wicked this way comes.

Tommy had mulled the idea over in his head. It was horrible, something he shouldn't even be thinking about.

And as I set to face it, I'm unsure,

Tommy didn't know what to do, the idea bouncing in his head.

Should I embrace it, should I run?

Tommy finally faced the fact that it was a good idea, though he considered running away to avoid the older brunette and his idea.

What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love?

Tommy loved Wilbur. Or, so he thought. If he was going to act out this idea, this plan, how could he really say that he loved Wilbur?

What's more wrong; that I too wish to be great,

Tommy wanted to be King. It was wrong, of course, because Wilbur was King and it would stay that way for a long time

Or my mother wished she'd had a son?

The old King, Philza, had told Tommy many times as a kid that he was supposed to be a girl. A princess that would never take the throne. Tommy cried a lot at that.

And even if I can't be the one,

Maybe Tommy was never meant to be King. He was too outspoken, selfish, and unkingly like to be.

Maybe I could at least help make way for him,

But maybe, just once, he could help Wilbur be a better king. A more accepting guy of his citizens.

Until the day that he comes.

Until he died, at least.

Maybe my name could also be known.

The citizens didn't know Tommy's name. He was forgotten, hidden by Wilburs shadow, only know as the brunettes younger brother.

That I helped return good to the people,

The citizens never noticed that Tommy, for as selfish as he is, uses his wealth to help the poorer people of L'manburg. 

And restored greatness to Rome.

The L'manburgians were happy, and Wilburs kingdom was thriving.

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus

When Tommy was king, people would shout his name. A chant of sorts, because he was simply just the best.

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy.

His name was Tommy, and he was always second.

So with a heavy heart,

Tommy felt his heart pound as he entered Wilburs bedroom, his hands behind his back. He looked proper for once, which made Wilbur perk up. Tommy felt everything slow.

I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy.

Tommy lunged, driving the small dagger he had stolen from Techno into Wilburs chest, straight through the heart. So what if he had studied anatomy for this? The brunette screamed in pain before coughing.

My whole life you were a teacher and friend to me. 

Wilbur looked up at Tommy with betrayal, eyes watering. Though, that could just be the pain. "Y-You.." Tommy didn't respond.

Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy.

Tommy surprisingly didn't feel envy anymore. In fact, he felt happy.

I, too, have a destiny.

Tommy had visited the Ancients, and they told him he was destined to betray and deceive until he was to die.

This death will be art.

And as Wilbur took his last breath, Tommy stood up, taking in the scene. It was truly beautiful, like something out of one of the books in the library.

The people will speak of this day from near and afar.

Tommy could only grin as he thought about the citizens and allies of L'manburg hearing about Wilburs death.

This event will be history, and I'll be great too.

Wilbur was obviously going to go in the history books, but now he was too. Not for the murder, but for being a King.

I don't want what you have, I want to be you.

Tommy finally took the place of Wilbur. His rightful place as King.

I always knew I could be the one,

Tommy was finally King. He sat upon the throne that was previously Wilburs. Since the weapon at the scene was Technoblade's, he was arrested immediately.

Though I feel the endless pain of being.

The gods weren't happy. They gave Tommy the phantom pains of where he had stabbed Wilbur, but Tommy didn't care.

And I am scorched by the Sun.

Tommy felt unbelievably hot any time he went out. He ignored it, continuing to feed the poor that had grown fond of him.

Of humble origins and born with the cursed sex,

Tommy's mom died because of him, and Tommy was deemed evil. Turns out that followed him throughout his life.

My name is Brutus but the people will call me Rex.

His name was Tommy, but he was deemed worthy of the title Theseus. 

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I can't believe we're finally alone.

Wilbur's neutral face turned to a grin when he spotted a familiar brunette standing alone in a corner. His phone illuminated his face as he seemed to be texting someone. Wilbur began walking towards George.

I can't believe I almost went home

Wilbur was so ready to leave this stuffy party. He only came because Sapnap had promised that George would be here.

What are the chances? Everyone's dancing,

Wilbur stopped once he was next to George. George glanced up and waved as he subconsciously turned off his phone. The music had been changed to a upbeat song that people were dancing to.

And he's not with you.

"Where's Dream? Couldn't help but notice that he's not here with you." Wilbur stated calmly, watching the smaller brunette frown as he shrugged. "Told me he was going to the bathroom, but that was like, 10 minutes ago. Can't get ahold of him" George answered truthfully.

The universe must have divined this.

Wilbur just barely managed to hold back his pleased grin, a fake frown making its way to his lips. "Ah, that's sucks man." Knowing Dream, he was fairly certain that the blonde was off probably trading saliva with another guy.

What am I gonna do? Not grab your wrist?

Gently grabbing George's hand, Wilbur brought it up to his face. Wilbur was careful with his movements, not wanting to scare George off. "Care for a dance then, darling?" He asked.

I could be a better boyfriend than him.

Wilbur watched as George took a moment to process what was happening before he flushed a red hue. Dream had never been so.. flirty like Wilbur was being right now. George could only force himself to nod, not trusting himself to speak.

I could do the shit that he never did.

Wilbur grinned and pulled George out onto the 'dance floor', which was really just the living room in this mansion. As if planned, the next song to play was a slow song with an upbeat rhythm. The two easily fell into a dance routine, despite George not really being a dancer. The taller brunette spun the other, making George giggle.

Up all night, I won't quit.

For around an hour or two, the two danced their hearts away. Nothing existed besides them. Wilbur gently guided George outside when he noticed the other was getting rather tired. Not wanting to risk this chance, Wilbur offered George a place to stay until tomorrow.

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him.

George agreed, tiredly getting in Wilburs car and falling asleep on the way back to Wilbur house. 'The rich fucker..' George thought before he fell asleep. Wilbur let George sleep, grinning the entire time because, oh, he was so much better for George than that stupid cheating bitch.

I could be such a gentleman.

Once they got to Wilburs house, he let George continue to sleep as he carried the unconscious form of his friend into his house. Carefully setting him on the couch, Wilbur went to the kitchen to make tea. He was a gentleman, after all. His father raised him well.

Plus all my clothes would fit. 

After he was done making the tea, he went and grabbed some of his old clothes for George to change into in the morning. They would be slightly big on him, but they'd be better than the absolutely baggy hoodie --Dreams hoodie, he had to remind himself-- that he wore. It was as if the blonde wanted George to hide himself.

I could be a better boyfriend.

That thought alone made Wilbur scowl, placing the new clothes on the coffee stand just a few feet away from George. Knowing the insomniac, the brunette would probably wake up soon, likely when the sun rose. He was right.

I don't need to tell you twice,

Once George was dressed and sitting on the couch next to Wilbur, he drank his tea and played on his phone. Wilbur didn't intrude, only looking up when George shifted, a frown on his face. ".. Dream's yelling at me." Wilbur bit back a scoff.

All the ways he can't suffice.

"Yeah well, I don't see him putting in the effort to come and get you so, his loss. Not your fault at all George." Wilbur replied as calmly as he could. George threw a genuine smile his way as he shut off his phone. "Yeah, guess you're right Wil."

If I could give you some advice,

Wilbur was quiet for a few moments before he spoke up. "You want my honest advice George?" George only hesitantly nodded.

I would leave with me tonight.

"I think you should leave him. You know I can see past the make-up." George bit his lip, his hand instinctively going to his jaw. ".. Can't. I have almost all my classes with him." Wilbur raised an eyebrow. "You have all your classes with me George. You know I'd protect you."

The universe must have divined this. Mmm, mmm.

George sighed, shaking his head. "I don't know.." George looked up at Wilbur, a strange feeling swirling in his gut at the soft look the other was giving him. The taller brunette leaned in, his hand coming up to cup George's cheek.

Ladies first, baby, I insist.

George was the first one to connect their lips, quickly scooting closer to Wilbur as the two shared a gentle kiss.

I could be a better boyfriend than him.

Wilbur peppered George's face with kisses, George giggling all the while. His phone was discarded, only being lit up by the calling screen. Both guys ignored it, especially because they had way better things to do now than deal with a cheating ex.

I could do the shit that he never did.

"Ah-, Wil, I-Im not used to this-" Wilbur only nipped at George's neck in response, the latter already covered in hickeys. "The bitch didn't make you feel good? That just proves you deserve better." George only shivered in response. 

Up all night, I won't quit.

George flushed at every compliment, every kiss, and every touch. It was cute, but Wilbur hated how unfamiliar George was with it all. George was beautiful, and deserved to be treated as such.

Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him.

George was content to stay in Wilburs arms all night, ignoring the concerning amount of missed calls and texts from Dream. There was no way he was going back now, not when Wilbur had shown him actual love. 

I could be such a gentleman.

Wilbur kissed every scar, fading bruise, and birthmarks, all of them making George unperfect. While Dream hated all of them, complaining how they tainted George's skin, Wilbur was completely different. He asked about them as he kissed them, and even complimented George on them, saying that they only made him prettier.

Plus all my clothes would fit.

George was now sleeping in Wilburs bed, the taller brunette curled around the smaller one. George felt safe, protected. Maybe it's why he fell asleep so fast. Wilbur was different. He was homey and just absolutely lovely. George thinks he could live with this.

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"Do not enter" is written on the doorway.

"Fuck off Wilbur, I already told you, I can't-" Tommy looked up at the short man. Definitely not Wilbur. "..Sparklez?" Tommy croaked out, wanting to squirm under the Captains concerned gaze.

Why can't everyone just go away?

"Your not s'posed ta be up here.." Tommy mumbled as he rubbed at his eyes. Stupid tears. "I know Tommy. Figured that everyone needs a little company at some point or another." Sparklez replied calmly. 

Except you, you can stay.

Tommy didn't respond, and The Captain moved to be sitting close to Tommy. Within an arms reach, but still enough space so that the kid didn't get overwhelmed.

What do you think of my treehouse?

"So, you like the place? Me and Tubbo made it during.. easier times and I eventually was the only one coming back. Think he forgot about it." The Captains eyes slid over the 'house', humming softly. It was definitely in good shape despite it being so used. "I like it Tommy."

Its where I sit and talk really loud.

Tommy basically beamed at the half-praise. It felt like forever since he'd just been seen. 

Usually I'm all by myself.

"I don't.. really like having others in here." Tommy stated. 'Because they don't come here anyway.' His mind supplies.

Im the captain, but you can be the deputy.

"..Hm. and yet you still let me in. That's a big achievement, I'm proud of you Tommy." Sparklez commented. Tommy sputtered out a response, ignoring the burning need for more praise. "W-Well ofcourse I would! I mean, you're the Captain! Like, you do all this cool shit and stuff, y'know?" 

I'm really glad you think I'm so funny.

Sparklez laughed and Tommy broke out into a grin. It feels like forever since he's made someone laugh. That was always his goal, wasn't it?

I don't think I'm ever gonna let you leave.

"..You don't have to go soon, right?" Tommy asked quietly. Sparklez only shook his head, looking at his watch. "I got a couple hours left. You don't happen to have any stories, do you?" Tommy immediately began rambling to the older man about all the adventures he and Tubbo have gone on. Sparklez listened contently.

"Do not enter" is written on the doorway.

Shroud, who Tommy happily claimed as his son, had joined the two. He made himself comfortable in Sparklez lap and quickly fell asleep as the shorter man carded his hand through the spider hybrids hair.

Why can't everyone just go away?

Sparklez may have stayed past the time he was supposed to. He couldn't help it though! Every parental instinct that he didn't realize he had was screaming at him to protect, protect, protect. 

Except you, you can stay.

Tommy, in the hours of forcing himself to stay awake in front of the older guy, eventually ran out of steam. He huffed in betrayal as Sparklez, who had already placed Shroud in his designated bed, picked him up and placed him in his own bed. 

What do you think of my treehouse?

Even as Tommy started to fall asleep, Sparklez was still there, watching over the two. Tommy felt.. safe. 

Its where I sit and talk really loud.

Sparkles began to recount stories of his own to Tommy's half awake state, smiling softly when the blonde mumbled something. 

Usually I'm all by myself.

And when Tommy actually fell asleep, he didn't feel the overwhelming need to keep an eye open at all times. Sparklez was safe. He was keeping him and his son safe. He could definitely get used to this.