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Okay, this is a gift for @corysmiles! :D
She gave me a prompt and I wrote it…. I am not proud of its length, but I hope you enjoy. I wrote this based off of “The Little Things” by Zeetle :]

(Two notes: One, ignore my last ask, and two, my internet went out right as I submitted this, so sorry if it sends multiple times. I promise I’m not that eager for you to read this )
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Tommy sat against the black support stand for WIlbur’s computer, mindlessly scrolling his phone for entertainment. The past banter of earlier’s stream stranded itself somewhere out of reach of both Tommy and Wilbur. They hadn’t anything in the past hour, and the only sign of life from the human was the ongoing typing he was doing. Wilbur’s face couldn’t be seen from where Tommy was sitting, but he knew the human was tired; four hours of filming and one stream with an energetic tiny was plenty for him. So, when Wilbur broke the comforting silence by calling for him, he assumed it was so they could leave the office for the night.

“Tommy?” Tommy shut his phone and looked up at his computer-obscured view. “Yeah?”

“C’mere, I need you to look at something.” Wilbur said quietly, tire nagging at his words. “Okay..” Tommy pushed himself into a stance, carefully inching down the black platform and onto the desk. He stopped under the computer, gazing up at the human. “Hm?”

Wilbur shook his head. “Tell me, can you even see the computer screen from there?” Tommy frowned, turning around. Technically, if he craned his neck, he could see, just not well. He took another step back, then three more. There wasn’t anything on the screen for him to view- unless Wilbur wanted him to see his home screen?

Before he could turn around in question, however, hands domed around his tiny form, effectively trapping him in warmth. “Oh, you fucking dickhead,” Tommy whined, beginning a weak attempt of pushing Wilbur’s finger’s to break the trap. 
Wilbur snickered in amusement at his struggle.

He yelped quietly as he was swept from the desk and onto warm skin, darkness still his only view; like a void. “Let me go, and I’ll give you.. uhm.. a free win in the next MCC. I guarantee! I can talk to Scott, he’d never say no to me.”

“Oh yes, you do that.” Wilbur’s gentle voice said, his smile plastered into Tommy’s mind. He kicked at Wilbur’s fingers once, sinking into the warmth further than before.

He was pulled to the man’s chest after he’d shifted down in the chair, unready to rest but wanting to win their unofficial war; if Tommy wouldn’t do it himself willingly, then Wilbur would do the next best thing and create comfortable surroundings for the tiny. Tommy attempted to pull away from the grip, but Wilbur’s fingers held him back gently.

“I’m getting Philza Minecraft.” Tommy muttered, making a move to get his phone. He couldn’t reach it through the pinned position, however. “To quote you, don’t bring Philza Minecraft into this. Go to sleep.” Wilbur hummed. Tommy considered biting him, but the last time he’d done that ended in more hand cuddles.

He worked too hard trying to prove he disliked physical touch. He craved it from other tinies, and really didn’t mind sleeping while he was being held. He just wouldn’t fold to this dickhead.

“I’d never even think about it.”

Wilbur shifted his hand to a cup rather than a blanket-hand. Tommy fought the urge to melt into the touch. “You sure about that?” Wilbur undoubtedly grinned as Tommy muttered under his breath while moving to get comfortable. He ended in a curled position against Wilbur’s chest.

“Mhm.” He said tiredly, tire now lulling at his eyes while he let the last bit of care slip from his mind. This would be the absolute last time he folds like this. At least no one would be here to see it, he supposed while his mind drifted elsewhere.
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Tiny, even breaths signaled his friend’s sleep, and Wilbur allowed that to be his cue. He pulled Tommy from his chest and took his phone from the desk. Instagram was the app he opened, and if Twitter took it well, Tommy’d be sending his fair share of protest by tomorrow. For now, however, he captioned the photo of Tommy #TinyTommy, and welcomed his quiet friend with open hands. He tucked his left hand under his right, gazing down at the smaller curled in his hands, barely the size of his thumb. Yellow light mixed with white as it added to the original navy, creating a gently illuminated setting while his friend slept.

He couldn’t finish his work, but this was worth it.

Cory Notes: CDIODHWILHIO THIS IS AMAZING!!! I love the crime boys fluff and your writing is so cute :”> I cant stop reading this and it made my day so much better. Thank you so so much for this blessing of a fic <3