𝟬𝟭/𝟮 . 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗲

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NOTES! : 

last chapter and this chapter were supposed to be together, but i wanted to add this picture too and it was glitching- so this is still chapter 1!!

ALSO DRAWING MADE BY ME, BACKGROUND FROM PINTREST

AAAAA I DONT CARE THAT THEIR ADULTS, I ALREADY SAID THIS! STOP STOP STOPP THEY DESERVE TI BE LOVED AND TUCKED IN

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after tucking them all in, mafioso got to his room and slowly opened his door and closed it behind him. he sighs and runs a hand through his hair as he lays down.

"God, I'm so tired," he muttered, pulling up the covers before him.

after a while he was finally dozing off, when the door creaked open slowly, a figure hesitantly standing at the door, not knowing he was awake yet

"ugh..." mafioso groans, wiping the sleep from his eye, he stares at the figure at the door. "who is it..?"

they flinch at the sound of Mafiosos voice, surprised- they were shaking like a leaf.

"u-uh.. its me.. contractee.." the figure, who was now confirmed as contractee- mutters, mafioso sits up. contractee was wrapped in a blanket, shivering.

"so.. what do you need?? im tryna sleep here." mafioso asks, rolling his eyes, he could barley keep his eyes open, let alone talk to someone at 12 am in the morning

"i.. cant sleep and i-im scared.. can i sleep with you..?" he mutters, looking at the floor, embarrassed, a slight red on his face beginning to appear

"...are you serious?" mafioso blunty says

"p-please.." contractees croaks, his voice cracking in fear.

mafioso groans once again, finally giving in to contracees; sweet, innocent puppy eyes. and to him himself,, god he was so pretty- "gosh, you know what..- fine,.. get in here."

mafioso shifts to then other side of the bed, patting the new space for contractee to lay down

"...you dont have to be embarrassed, being scared doesnt make you weak.." mafioso says, losing eye contact with him. "everyone has fears."

he couldn't believe he just said that, all soft and sweet, trying to make contractee less scared.. when he was the infamous, scary, cold blooded killer mafia boss of robloxia.. being nice to contractee.

"thank you, boss.." contractee says, hopping in, even though he had all the room to lay down, he snuggled up against mafioso- his hands wrapped around him

he stared at him, pulling him into lap as contractee slowly fell asleep.. mumbling a few words that mafioso couldnt quite understand

mafioso stayed silent, he wanted to yell at contractee to move, to go away to the edge of the bed. to let go of him

but he couldnt bring himself to that, he liked the feeling of contractee laying in his lap, he liked the warmth..

he shifts once more, getting comfortable without waking up contractee and lays down, gently stroking his hair, smiling.

he was SMILING.. smiling, because of contractee, not because of his gubby, or when something he likes happens to him.. because of contractee laying on his chest..

"What are you doing to me kid.." he mutters as he closes his eyes, finally falling asleep..