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It’s nights like these where Techno wishes he had a lock on his bedroom door. A lock would keep intruders out during the night, when he’s vulnerable, asleep. A lock would keep him safe from the annoying unwelcome guests sneaking their way into his bed.
A lock would put an end to these impromptu sleepovers. (And quietly, Technoblade doesn’t ever want that. So he knows that he’s never going to get a lock on his door.)
This has become routine at this point. Techno has no clue how Phil hasn’t even noticed yet, but for the past few weeks, both Wil and Tommy have grown a habit of letting themselves into Techno’s room in the middle of the night for the sole reason of sharing Techno’s bed. Techno knows for a fact that his bed is not even big enough for all three of them to fit properly. Somehow, they make it work, each and every night.
The first night, when this all started, it had been purely Tommy’s fault. A bad nightmare yanked him awake while everyone else was still sound asleep, so the teen made the decision to go into Wilbur’s room, and wake him up for some sort of comfort.
Wilbur had been a bit grumpy, annoyed with being woken up so late, but the annoyance melted away the moment he saw Tommy hovering beside his bed with tears in his eyes.
Then at that point the Big Brother Instinct kicked in, and the idea of sleep went out the window at the speed of sound. Wilbur had immediately abandoned his own bed in favor of dragging Tommy over to Techno’s room, where he then barged in, and demanded they all share a bed for just that night. Techno was going to refuse, but-
Look.
If there’s one thing Techno knows, it’s that the Big Brother Instinct is unstoppable and overpowering. Tommy is a menace, and Technoblade would not even hesitate for a second to sell that child for a single potato chip. However, even with Tommy being a literal spawn of Satan for most days, Technoblade still begrudgingly cares for him and they are family.
Would Techno ever give over his food to Tommy? Not a chance in hell. Would he murder a man for Tommy? Absolutely, give him a good reason and a vaguely sharp weapon, and he will add another number to his kill count.
Technoblade, even with how often he wants to slap a piece of tape over Tommy’s mouth, cares for Tommy.
Which means Techno is a victim to the Big Brother Instinct.
There was never a chance of him saying no to Wilbur’s request.
They shared his bed that night, Tommy squished in the middle, barely visible from underneath their arms and the blankets over their shoulders. Tommy never remembered what his nightmare had been about, but it hardly mattered, because everything was alright, and he fell asleep being held by his two older brothers. Not a single thing could have harmed him that night.
They all wisely decided to not speak of it the next morning, even with Wilbur being kicked off the bed when they woke up. Phil had made a remark about their tired faces, and the way Wilbur seemed particularly disgruntled, but they all waved it off as a restless night, and that was that.
Technoblade, like a fool, had assumed that was going to be the last of it.
Three days passed, and on yet another night, his door creaked open with two criminals waltzing in like they belonged there. It was less of a waltz and more of a half-sleep stumble, but Technoblade’s opinion on them being criminals still holds true.
That time, Wilbur had woken up, and not being able to go back to sleep, he decided that the only reasonable option was to fetch Tommy and disturb Technoblade’s peaceful sleep. So Technoblade, being half-asleep himself, just rolled over, and hoped they wouldn’t go stealing his blankets.
They stole his blankets.
Technoblade made a point to kick Wilbur off the bed in the morning that time.
With the unspoken rule of not speaking of the sleepovers, Technoblade never got the chance to tell them to stay out of his room, and as a result, the sleepovers continued. After two solid weeks of it, Techno made sure his door was left ajar, rather than closed. Made it easier for the other two to come in.
Two weeks after that, he made a habit of keeping extra blankets and pillows on his bed. Phil had given him a face upon seeing Techno hoard so many blankets, but he didn’t comment, and Techno thankfully didn’t need to worry about going without a blanket during the sleepovers.
Then, about five weeks into this little routine they had made, Wilbur and Tommy started fighting over who would be sleeping in the middle for their sleepovers. Techno couldn’t care less as to who was in the middle, he was always half-asleep while they bickered in harsh whispers. Wil always wanted to be in the middle to lessen the chances of getting knocked off the bed in the morning. Tommy would insist that the middle was just his spot, so he should have it, but quietly, all three of them knew that Tommy just enjoyed resting with both his brothers at his sides.
For tonight, Wilbur had won this particular battle. Techno could not care less, and he only just tried to sleep with the sound of his brothers still arguing in whispers that really weren’t that quiet.
"Stop stealing the blanket." Tommy hissed, not quite low enough for this late at night. Wilbur shushes him before he's even done speaking.
"Stop kicking me." Wilbur responds, Tommy swinging his feet the moment Wilbur says that. Wil scoots back in an attempt to save his ankles from attack, and as a result, he practically elbows Techno in the gut. "Oh, shit- sorry-" Wilbur apologizes, shifting around to face him.
Technoblade doesn't even say a word in response, in fact, he hardly even opens his eyes.
He just yanks out the pillow from underneath Wilbur's head, letting Wilbur’s head smack into the mattress. He then raises the pillow up into the air, and swings it down with all the force he can muster while still being a bit drowsy. He ignores the muffled scream that comes with his attack.
Tommy slaps his hands over his mouth to try and silence the laugh coming from his throat, and Techno gives up on sleep, opening his eyes as he pulls the pillow away. Wilbur glares at him with a very pointed frown, and Techno just raises an eyebrow, not even trying to hide the amused look on his face.
“Ow.” Wilbur deadpans.
“You’re fine.” Techno puts the pillow to the side, Wilbur grabbing it a bit more forcefully than necessary and placing it back underneath his head.
“My nose.” Wilbur insists, voice low and betrayed. Tommy lets out a snicker, even with the hands over his mouth. “My face!”
Techno closes his eyes again, a grin pulling at his lips. “You’ll live.” Wilbur makes a sad, dejected noise, which Technoblade easily ignores. “Consider it payback.”
“For what?! I barely even nudged you!”
“For barging into my room in the middle of the night and taking my bed.”
“Well, I mean, we do it every night, though.” Tommy points out, and Techno opens his eyes to pause, blink for a moment as he considers- huh. They have been doing this every night, haven’t they? It’s been a while since Techno’s slept on his own.
Techno’s face scrunches up into something almost offended. “Do you two even sleep in your own beds?”
Wilbur scoffs with a dramatic wave of his hands. “Oh, why do that when you’re not there?”
“You’re being awfully clingy.” Technoblade observes, and for a moment, he hopes that’ll make Wilbur stop being so insufferably endearing. Then he remembers that this is Wilbur he’s talking about, and he’s doomed.
“I’m allowed to be clingy at this time, Techno, don’t you know? Sleepovers are free game.”
“Yeah- ‘cause it’s so fucking late, it’s- it’s clingy-o-clock.” Tommy nods, sitting up and nodding his head. “We do not speak of it, we do not speak of the clingyness-”
“Maybe something we should speak about is the way the both of you have just moved into my bed, apparently-”
“And now you’re being grumpy, why are you being all grumpy, Techno-?” Wilbur asks, raising his eyebrows.
“I’m half-asleep, what kind of question is that-”
“Be less asleep. Be not asleep.”
“It’s midnight, I want to be sleeping, Tommy.”
“Oh!” Wilbur exclaims suddenly, clapping his hands together. “I see, I’ve figured it out.”
Technoblade holds back the urge to sigh. Tommy tilts his head forward curiously. “What did you figure out, Wilbur.”
“You’re jealous.”
Technoblade squints at Wil, frowns just the tiniest bit. He considers kicking him off the bed. “I’m what.”
“It’s ‘cause you’ve never slept in the middle, huh?”
“Are we still on about that-?!”
Tommy makes a face like he’s been hit with the same sudden realization. “Wil, you’re right, you’re right! Holy shit, I can’t believe I’ve never noticed-”
“You both are doing this on purpose, aren’t you-” Technoblade mutters out, Wilbur nodding along to Tommy, making a face as if he’s made such a grand discovery. “You’re both absolutely doing this on purpose, it is too late for me to put up with this- I’m going to sleep.”
Techno turns over onto his other side, facing his back towards Wilbur as he stares towards the wall beside his bed. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore Wilbur grabbing at the back of his shirt.
“No, no, Techno, you’ve got to swap places with me.” Wilbur insists, sitting up on the bed, and Technoblade squeezes his eyes shut and tries very hard to not let Wilbur turn him over.
“I don’t care about sleeping in the middle, Wil.”
“But you’ve never slept in the middle! And it’s not fair if you don’t-” Tommy’s voice protests, and Technoblade tries to just scoot away from Wil, his hands being pressed into the cool wall. “Techno, Technoblade, stop sleeping, you’ve got to sleep in the middle.”
“Go awayyy.” Technoblade drags on, and he makes an annoyed groan when Wilbur just grabs at his arm and tugs to try and get him to roll over. “Aren’t you two tired?”
“I’m never tired. I’m always running- like a battery, a very big battery-” Tommy says.
“Even batteries need to recharge.” Wilbur says gently in response, and while it could be placed as a taunt, it’s not, and Tommy surprisingly doesn’t take it as a chance to start bickering. “Techno, move.” Wilbur insists, wrapping his arms around Techno’s middle and trying to lift him away from where he’s tucked against the wall.
“No.” Technoblade says, trying to pull Wilbur’s hands off. Wilbur doesn’t budge, and Technoblade tries to kick his way out when he starts to get dragged backwards.
“Come here.”
“No.”
“You’re going to push me off the bed, Wil.” Tommy mumbles with a bit of an annoyed tone, and Techno opens his eyes to try and grab onto something, anything, just so he can pull away from Wilbur’s death grip.
“I’ll scoot right now.” Wilbur responds. “Techno, stop kicking me-”
“Stop pulling me-” Technoblade goes to respond, making a startled noise as he’s suddenly heaved up off the bed and thrown back down, Wilbur having stolen his spot. “I’m kicking you off the bed tomorrow.” Techno threatens, rolling onto his back to glare towards Wilbur, who just seems perfectly content with his spot against the wall.
“Techno, scoot, I’m falling off.” Tommy complains, pushing at Techno’s arm to make him move. Technoblade huffs, but he complies, moving to try and give Tommy as much space as he can. Tommy takes the space gratefully, and he slots himself underneath Techno’s arm, using him as a pillow. Wilbur does the same.
Technoblade stares up at the ceiling in a strange, fond type of annoyance, and he sighs, long and tired.
“I don’t see the appeal of sleeping in the middle.”
“Shut up, I’m trying to sleep, Technoblade.”
Technoblade smacks Wilbur in the side of the head, and Tommy snorts, laughing quietly as Wilbur complains about the absolute mistreatment he has to endure. Techno just gives a small smile, closing his eyes, and eventually drifting off into sleep.
He wakes up the next morning to Wilbur hitting the floor with a thump and Tommy laying directly on top of him, and overall, it’s a normal night.