Can I request. Just some platonic cuddles. Literally any BROTP. You know my favorites. But. I would pay you in screaming and fangirling if you would gift me with platonic cuddle fic.
My friend, you have been working so hard, you deserve to enjoy some entirely platonic Time Team brot3 Snuggly Goodness. Let the babes be Soft!!
Set between 2.01 and 2.03, no warnings needed.
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“Wyatt, I needed to talk about–”
Denise strides into the common room of the bunker, and stops short. She was certain she’d heard soft chatter, but the place seems to be empty, except for Rufus perched upright on the couch, with his back to her. “Have you seen Wyatt?”
“Shhhhh,” someone says. It’s not Rufus.
There’s something that sounds oddly like a giggle.
Denise advances a few more steps into the space. There’s no one at the tables, no one in the kitchen, and no one on the weights. She resists the urge to reach for her gun. “Didn’t I told you the next time you jumped at me, my shot wouldn’t miss? I meant it. Out, now.”
“He can’t do that right now,” Lucy’s disembodied voice replies, in a chipper half-whisper. “Lemme come find you later…”
“I’m coming over to that couch,” Denise says loudly, “and everything had better be rated PG.”
Lucy squeaks in embarrassment. “Everything’s fine, it’s just…” She trails off as Denise leans over the couch. “Embarrassing…”
“That couch,” Denise remarks flatly, “is not big enough for three people.”
