#Slamming my fist on the desk AUGH brovers

[ochrearia]

Proud of You!

"DRABBLE" I yell to my reflection in the mirror, pointing an accusatory finger at myself as if that would work. Nope. 2k words again. I'm physically incapable of making anything short right now I guess. Fluff bomb!

BFs in this one-shot: PoPr!BF (Biff, mine), fc!BF (Boyf, Keyy's), S2!BF (Bee, Isaac's), Yourself (YS)

Letting any of these idiots in was proving to be a mistake. Not that YS couldn’t trust them, moreso that the minute he got comfortable around them it turned into them being smarter than he bargained for and finding out too quickly how to placate him. They were doing it on purpose. He was convinced that they’d still do it even if they didn’t manage to derive comfort out of it just because they thought seeing him so unfocused was funny.

Though suppose it was his mistake for believing other visions of himself wouldn’t be absolute fucking menaces.

The TV was on but offered nothing good to watch, which was the norm. YS really should consider investing in a better cable plan before he ends up chucking the thing out the window. Doing that would still be better entertainment than the channels he actually had on it. That was the least of his concerns, though, because while he was sitting on the couch he’d managed to catch three parasitic leeches. All of which were clinging to him like koala bears on steroids, very adamant to not let go until something gave. Biff attached to his left side, Boyf his right, and Bee right in the middle. Good thing the only tall one wasn’t right in front of him, at least he could still see over Bee’s head which was laid right on his sternum.

“Must you all do this to the point I can’t move? What if I wanted to get up for a snack or use the bathroom?” YS questioned aloud.

“Don’t care.” Biff whined back. “Had a bad day. Pico and Cherry are busy. Can’t get comfort from my partners so of course I’m coming here and getting the best hug in the world. Don’t tell them I said that.”

YS snorted out a laugh at that. “Blackmail.”

“Can’t believe you’d be so mean to even consider depriving your little brothers of quality comfort time. How could you?”

“You can’t kick me out, these two have had so much more time to get your attention compared to me and I need to catch up.” Bee insisted, chin digging slightly into where he was resting his head. “If you wanted to be able to move freely then you should have thought not to be so fucking comfy.”

“Oh yeah, sorry, totally my fault.” Playful sarcasm dripped from YS’s tone. “Are you sure I’m the comfy one or is it just this hoodie you all got for me? Was that your master plan all along, get me something you knew would be soft and then abuse the fact I can’t say no to any of you? Why the hell did I ever let you guys in, I’ve never known peace since.”

“I can’t believe you can wear this thing 24/7 and still pile yourself under a billion other heat sources and be fine. It’s like you’ve never been too hot before. How fucking cold are you all the time?” Boyf questioned. Normally he’d use his text-to-speech but his hands were occupied.

“Mm. I’m always cold.” YS hummed, the combined body heat slowing his thoughts. “Sucks. Heat is comfort but I can’t make my own it seems. Er- well, that’s what it feels like anyways, yeah.”

Nice save, moron. Damn these idiots for knowing warmth was another way to incapacitate him, the secrets they could pull in this state if they just asked the right questions…

“I hate all of you for figuring out so fast that warmth is a way to shut my brain down.” YS grumbled, trying to move quickly past his slip-up. “Though I guess if you have to know one I’d prefer this one over the other one…”

“You should stop insinuating that there’s multiple ways to take you down if you don’t want people knowing about the other one, man.” Biff cackled lightly. “I mean, I know, but Bee and Boyf don’t. Keep talking so loosely and they’re going to find out and we’re both screwed.”

“Beef wouldn’t tell me what it was.” Bee pouted in response. “It seemed like he really wanted to, but YS’s threats got the better of him. What could possibly be so embarrassing that you’re threatening everyone into silence?”

“If we keep guessing long enough surely we’ll get it right eventually. Biff, give us a hint at least, come on.”

“Fuck no.” Biff shook his head against YS’s shoulder. “Absolutely not. I made that mistake saying it to Beef and he’s going to use it against me too. It’s a shared thing which is why I haven’t gone shouting it around by now. No thank you.”

“I would rather take that shit to my grave before any more of you figure it out.” YS grumbled, slowly bringing his arms up around Biff and Boyf and squeezing tightly. “Fucking morons, I don’t have enough arms for all three of you.”

“Your arms are freakishly long and you literally are a shapeshifter, figure it out.” Biff bit back. “Don’t leave Bee hanging.”

“Yeah, what the fuck man.” Bee continued to complain. “These fuckers have so many YS hugs under their belt and I need to catch up like I said. More please.”

Toddlers. Three fully adult babies. YS sighed, rolling his eyes before stretching his arms further to reach Bee’s back. His arms were long, but not long enough to be able to connect behind all three of them. He actually had to abuse his shapeshifting to make them slightly longer so he could lock his hands together.

“There. Happy?”

“Yes.” All three of them chorused together.

YS rolled his eyes again, letting his head roll back a little to look up at the ceiling. At least it wasn’t all seven today. All seven vying for his attention was such a mind-boggling concept because he’d really done nothing to make them want to do that. Why was his attention so sought after, anyway? Why had they gotten so attached to him compared to getting attached to each other?

“Hey, I actually know of another way to shut his brain down that isn’t the way he’s refusing to admit to.” Biff spoke up suddenly, and YS could hear the grin in his tone.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re about to say but you better not.”

“Don’t let the big brother title intimidate you Biff. Say it.”

“Yeah, say it so I can have something Beef doesn’t know! Then we’d be even!”

“Okay!” Biff replied, happily ignoring YS’s threat. “This one’s just as good. And it’s really cute, and YS hates being cute, ruins his cool and mysterious facade. You also have to genuinely mean it but I don’t think any of us will struggle with that. Look him in the eye and seriously tell him you’re proud of him. It works every time. He loves being told that it makes him so happy that it derails everything in his head.”

“Stop TELLING them these things what is your problem-”

Boyf immediately shifted. He pulled away just enough that he was still in range of keeping YS’s arm around his back, but now his face was visible and he was able to look the taller in the eye. He seemed to consider something in his head for a few seconds, before offering a bright smile with a slight head tilt.

“Prow’ ah you!” Boyf spoke. Not a thought, not text-to-speech. In the few seconds he’d known the information Biff had said it clicked enough in his brain to know this was something that needed to be said out loud regardless of his aversion to speaking.

YS’s brain genuinely stalled. He’d never actually heard Boyf speak out loud before. He knew that he had the ability to, even though he barely bothered to do so. Proud of you! God, the first words he heard this asshole speak had to be that, didn’t it? First thing he really said to him was that he was proud of him. Fuck, he could feel his eyes starting to water already. Come on, why now?!

“Oh my god he’s crying.” Bee snickered in awe. “You prided him into silence and tears. Aw man, that’s cute but also how long did you go without anyone telling you that to even get to this point of reaction?”

“I-” YS stumbled, trying to blink the tears away. “Fuck you, Biff. Come on. What is your problem with me being cool and mysterious, man, can’t I just be that?”

“No.” Biff said smugly. “Because it’s bullshit. That whole thing is a facade to keep yourself guarded and disconnected and that’s not allowed. You can’t stay disconnected forever. You’re important to us, you’re our big brother and we want to be close to you. You come here wanting to be our support, our comfort, you want to help us and let us live good lives. How many times do I have to say we want that for you too before you start believing it?”

Dammit.

“You do so much even after having gone through so much already.” Bee said. “After everything you’re still here. I told you the day we met I wanted to help you like you were determined to help me. You’re doing it all despite your own issues, and hey, I’m so proud of you for that.”

Oh, he was going to lose his mind. A stray thought said YS wanted to strangle Biff for being a little shit and saying all these things, but god, his heart was aching in such a good way and he couldn’t stay mad. He wasn’t even mad in the first place. They were all looking at him with damn soft looks, offering stupid and nice smiles, and he couldn’t move with them all still hugging him like their lives depended on it.

“We’re all proud of you.” The teasing in Biff’s voice was suddenly gone. “And you should be proud of yourself. You might not think so, but you should. Look at all this good you’ve been doing. We’re all here because of you. You might think we’d all be better off staying with our partners when you’re having a bad day, thinking that you butted in for nothing. Nah. I’m so glad I get to have a big brother.”

They were doing it on purpose. They were trying to make him cry on purpose, he was sure of it, and dammit, they were succeeding. Fuck, but how else was he supposed to respond? YS wasn’t a crier, he didn’t like showing his emotions, but he couldn’t stop it. He wanted to hear them say every word so much. Wanted to be vulnerable, allowed to not be the strong pillar all the time. Wanted to be happy. Oh- he wanted to be happy.

When was the last time he’d thought that without believing he didn’t deserve it?

“I hate you three.” YS said wetly, rolling his head around to rest it on top of Bee’s instead. “I- thank you.” He was keeping his voice quiet, because he didn’t trust his normal tone to stay strong enough not to betray the pure emotion behind it. “That… You don’t know how happy you’ve all just made me feel.”

“Holy shit he admitted to it.” Biff gasped overdramatically. “Oh my god! We’re getting somewhere! Fucking finally, oh I’m going to say that so much more every time we hang out. You’re making progress, visible progress, fuck I am so proud of you holy shit-”

“Biff you’re gonna kill him.” Boyf thought with a snarky smile. “But he’s right. That’s so nice and exciting to hear you say. You know you’re going to be bombarded with these sentiments every time from us three now, right?”

“Had a feeling…” YS chuckled with a small shake of his head. “I’d say don’t overdo it but I don’t think you even could. I- I love hearing it.”

“Awww!” Bee squeezed his arms around YS’s waist more. “Big brother loooooves us!”

Yeah… YS thought slowly, mind swirling with happiness and warmth-induced sleepiness. It had been long enough, right? He could admit it now, right? Yeah, I do.