𝟬𝟯 . 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗺𝗲

WARNINGS ⚠️ : sickness..? thats not a warning, is it? and i guess love..? 

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CHAPTER 3 : REGIME

i like this chapter alot ngl- regime my shayla ✨ 🧚‍♀️ 

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Mafioso awoke to the sound of his own stomach churning, groaning in hunger. He squinted his tired eyes open, checking the clock on the wall: 2:08am.

He rubbed his face and sat up, careful not to disturb the sleeping forms of Contractee and Soldier.

Walking outside of the room, his stomach still grumbling, he sees his Gubby, his dear pet bunny was laying on the floor which he nearly tripped on.

Mafioso padded into the kitchen, mumbling about snacks as he opened the pantry.

"I swear if there aren't any chips left..." he grumbled, rummaging through the shelves.

Mafioso's annoyance at being interrupted was tempered by a pang of concern when he saw that it was Regime, shaking and crying on the stairs.

"Seriously? Can't you go disturb someone else at this hour?" he grumbled, walking over to where Regime sat.

Mafioso's frustration faded quickly when he took in Regimes distraught state, and he softened his tone.

"Oh my god... What happened?"

"I-i dont feel good and im really dizzy.." Regime stutters, choked up sobs escaping him.

Mafioso sighed, resigned to his fate of playing nursemaid to Regime in the middle of the night.

"Okay, okay, I'll get you some medicine and get you back in bed," he said, his annoyance replaced by concern.

Regime nodded weakly and whispered, "I don't want to sleep alone.."

Mafioso grumbled, "Why not? you sleep alone every night..?"

Regime's teary eyes looked up at him pleadingly, and he responded, "Please..i hate being alone."

Mafioso begrudgingly relented. "Fine."

Mafioso gently guides Regime towards his room, medication in hand to treat his dizziness.

As they approach the bed, Regime pauses, eyeing the other two men sleeping soundly.

Regime opens his mouth to speak, but before he can utter a word, Mafioso interrupts him.

"Just get in," he says firmly, patting the empty space on the bed.

Regime hesitates for a moment, but the exhaustion and discomfort from his dizziness push him into compliance.

He cautiously climbs into the bed, trying his best to avoid waking the two sleepers. Despite his best efforts, Contractee shifts in his sleep, mumbling something unintelligible.

Mafioso winces, hoping they won't be awake. He crawls in after Regime, settling beside him, and wraps a protective arm around Regime's waist.

"Get some sleep," Mafioso whispers, his breath warm against the back of Regime's neck.

Regime finally settles into bed, his head resting against the pillow. The feel of Mafioso's arm around his midsection is strangely soothing, despite the initial discomfort.

The room is quiet, save for the soft snores of Contractee and Soldier.

Mafioso shifts ever so slightly, adjusting his position next to Regime.

"Just try to close your eyes," he murmurs, his voice low and comforting. "I'll be right here if you need anything."

Mafioso and Regime finally drift off to sleep.

Their bodies are pressed close together, sharing warmth in the cool night.

Mafioso's arm remains wrapped around Regime's waist, even in sleep, keeping a protective grip on him.

In the stillness of the bedroom, the only sounds are the soft, steady breathing of Contractee and Soldier alongside the quiet, comforting breaths of Mafioso and Regime.

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NOTES! : 

im like.. tired, its 9:57 pm.. help mee- posting 3 parts in one day sucks 😭 ☝️ 🕳️ 🚶‍♀️ 

ill work on the rest tommorow

JK I DIDNT I DID IT TODAY AT ITS 4 AM!

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