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Martyn wraps himself up in his blankets more, trying to block out how loud the world is.
The blond human covers his ears, laying on his side, curling up into himself.
He really wants a hug right now, but he does not want to bother his partners/roommates.
He’s sure any one of the three would understand he does not want to really socialize right now, rather just wanting to be held, to exist in the arms of someone he loves dearly.
The blond picks up his phone, biting back tears that want to fall from his eyes, just purely from the world being too much.
He goes to his text, clicking on the first one that belongs to one of his partners, Scott.
‘Me: Could you come into my room?
Me: I really need someone to hug me right now.’
He stares at his phone, praying Scott see it, praying he’s not to busy, prays he-
‘The Snow Queen <3’ Of course <3’
Martyn feels a small weight come off his chest as he reads the message.
After a few moments, the door to his room cracks open and a head of elven blue hair pops in, looking right at him.
“Hey darling, are you not feeling well?”
Martyn opens his mouth to reply, but the words die in his throat.
Why won’t his words just work???
He bites his cheek, trying to prevent tears from falling from his eyes.
Martyn picks up his phone, whipping at his eyes, typing out a message to Scott,
‘Me: Yes’
Scott looks down at his phone, “Oh, baby.” he says sympathetically, “What’s wrong?”
‘It’s too loud…I don’t know.’
“Oh.”
‘You talking’s fine.’ Martyn types out, sending, not wanting Scott to stop talking, finding his voice a little soothing, compared to the loud.
“Okay.” Scott says, “Do you not feel like talking, or can’t?”
‘Can’t’
Scott gives him a sympathetic look, “Do you want me to get Jimmy and/or Tango?”
‘Yes’
“Both?”
‘Please’
Scott nods, “And do you just want a hug, or some cuddles?”
‘Cuddles please’
The elf nods again, walking over and crawling into Martyn’s bed, sliding under the covers, behind Martyn, spooning him.
Scott calls Jimmy on his phone, “Hey could you and Tango come to Martyn’s room, I think our boyfriend needs a little loving on.”
Scott ends the call, putting his phone away on the night stands, on the side of the bed behind Scott.
A few minutes later, two heads of blond hair pop into Martyn’s room.
“You're not feeling good?” Jimmy asks.
“He’s not.” Scott says, answering for the man who’s gone nonverbal.
The two blonds enter Martyn’s room, shutting the door behind themselves.
“He wants some snuggles from his three favorite boyfriends.” Scott says, “Come here.”
The elf moves Martyn a little more towards the middle of the bed, moving him onto his back.
Tango gets into the bed before Jimmy does, taking his second favirote (right after where Martyn currently is) spot of the quartet’s cuddle piles, laying on top of Martyn, resting his cheek on the taller blond’s chest, a rumbling purr coming from deep in his chest, resonating out. A sound pleasant on Martyn’s ears.
With the soft warm glow of his hair, the atmosphere turns cozy, like sitting around a crackling campfire at night, in the dead of summer.
Jimmy lays down next to Martyn, laying on his side, stretching a canary wing out, laying it over Tango and Scott, best he can, over the blanket covering his lower half with the same blanket.
Jimmy presses a little kiss to the corner of Martyn’s left eye, before snuggling into his side.
Scott gently cards his hand through Martyn’s hair, reading a story off his phone, softly saying the words.
Martyn closes his eyes, focusing on the elf’s soft words, drowning out the loud world outside their little bubble.