Summary: Tommy would never pass up the opportunity to train with Techno. Actually, yes, yes he would.
Warnings: None
9 months later, and I’m back?
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Tommy stood strong, his posture tense and grip tight where he held the dull training sword. “Don’t go easy on me, Blade.” He said, though he knew it was futile. Techno was a beast of a man and as much as he hated to admit it, Tommy knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his ground against the warrior.
Techno huffed a laugh, “Don’t tempt me, kid.”He himself had no weapon, the whole point of the session being for Tommy to learn how to get hits in on opponents. However, he was clad in thick leather padding to soften the blows he hoped Tommy would be able to land on him. He stood in a relaxed fighting stance and pointed at the younger.
“Relax Tommy, you’ve got to be able to move swiftly. What you lack in strength, you need to make up for in agility.” He pointedly ignored the offended yell from the teen and continued instructing. “Remember the weak spots and use them to your advantage.” He began walking, circling around the teen and studying him. “Widen your stance, your legs should be even with your shoulders.” Techno instructed, gently guiding the boy to the right place.
“How am I supposed to go for weak spots when you don’t have any? You’re like a brick wall, man.” Tommy whined.
Techno huffed in amusement. “I never said it’d be easy, but everyone has weak points.” Techno stopped behind Tommy and tapped his sides with two fingers. “The abdomen is your best bet, it’s a big target and can be fatal.”
Tommy jolted at the touch, but managed to keep his form.
“The knees are a good spot as well,” Techno nudged the back of Tommy’s knees, catching the boy as he stumbled. Techno shot him a grin, “Hard to fight back if you’re not standing.” Hoisting Tommy back to his feet, Techno walked back to his original position in front of the boy.
“Prick.” Tommy muttered, rolling his shoulders and clearing his head.
Techno ignored the comment, instead motioning for Tommy to begin. The boy raised his weapon and stared at Techno, he took a breath and quickly moved forward. Techno matched his moves, dodging every attempt with practiced ease.
“Keep your arms to your side, Tom, you’re opening yourself up too much.” Techno explained, spinning behind the blond and prodding his ribs.
Tommy yelped and jumped away, facing Techno once again. “Hands to yourself, dick.” He scowled, narrowly missing another jab from the man in front of him.
Techno chuckled, “You gonna tell that to your opponents too?” He asked with a slight mocking tone. He danced around Tommy, leaving the boy to strike the air most times.
Tommy grunted, “Maybe I will.” He said, raising his sword once again in hopes of finally landing a hit. The moment he raised his arms, Technos hand shot to squeeze his exposed stomach, not stopping until Tommy wiggled away. “Stohohop, that isn’t fair!”
“All is fair in love and war.” Techno responded, allowing Tommy to hit his hand that was reaching out to tickle him. “There you go, kid, keep doing that.”
Tommy tried to ignore the blush that heated his cheeks in hopes it would help him regain some composure. He pulled his arms close to his sides and leveled the sword, protecting most of his upper body from Technos mischievous fingers.
Techno continued to circle around the boy, noting Tommys mistakes and tickling him into fixing them. As the day went on, Tommy dissolved into near constant giggling and gave up attacking Techno in order to be in full defense.
“Yohohou- Yohohou’re such a prihick.” Tommy giggled breathlessly. He squealed as Techno reached towards him with both hands. Tommy weakly hit his shoulder with the dull sword, his victory cut short as Techno shoved both hands under his arms and wiggled his fingers. Tommy screeched and dropped his sword, collapsing onto Techno entirely.
“Oh, bad move Tommy.” Techno tsked. “The two biggest rules of fighting; Never drop your weapon and never fall down.”
Tommy gripped Technos arms and his whole body shaking with laughter after having been in anticipation for the entire session. “YOHOHOhou’re cheheheheating!”
“All is fair in love an-“
“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!” Tommy screeched, effectively cutting Techno off.
Techno knelt to the floor, taking Tommy down with him. “Someone needs to learn to respect their elders.” Techno reprimanded, ruthlessly tickling Tommy’s ribs and moving his shirt up to blow a raspberry on his stomach. He’d barely leaned down to do it before Tommy realized what was happening and his fighting returned full force.
“NO! NOHOhoho, gehehet away! Gehehehet awahahay from mehehe!” Tommy yelled through uncontrollable giggles. He twisted left and right for a moment before Techno pinned his hips to the ground below.
“Stay still Tommy, this may tickle a little.” Techno drawled, taking his sweet time bringing his head to Tommy’s belly. His long hair swept along the sensitive skin, causing the boy's giggles to raise in pitch.
“I cahahan’t! I didn’t even doho anything!” Tommy gasped as he felt Technos breath flutter across his tummy.
Techno took a big, dramatic breath and listened to Tommy dissolve into nervous titters. He waited for a moment, just long enough for Tommy to let his guard down in confusion.
“What are yOU-“ Tommy cut himself off with a screech, the ticklish vibrations spreading through his system like a wildfire. “TEHEHEHECH!”
Techno blew another raspberry, sending Tommy into squeaking laughter. Techno leaned back up, watching fondly at the kid below him as Tommy giggled himself silly.
“Ihihi-“ Tommy breathed heavily, wrapping his arms around his torso protectively. “Ihihi’m never training wihihith you again.” He declared, fully relaxing into the ground.
Techno hummed, “That’s too bad, we’re training again tomorrow.” He put his arms under Tommy and lifted the boy up. He shuffled for a moment before beginning the short journey back to his house.
Tommy leaned his head on Techno’s shoulder, going boneless in the man’s hold. “Not if you’re going to do that again.” He said softly.
“Well, you’ll have to learn to fight me off, won’t you?” Techno answered smugly.
Tommy whined, “You’re so mean to me.” He said jokingly, nudging Techno with his head. He soon relaxed again as Techno began carding his fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp relaxingly.
Techno made a noise in affirmative, “So, so mean.” He agreed.
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Not my best work, but a fic is a fic and Tommy and Techno never fail to be a good pairing. Fun fact, I was going to title this “I’ve been gone for far too long”, but couldn’t figure out how to fit the title in and make it make sense.
So uh…9 months huh? I’m not dead so that has to count for something. I still don’t have discord and don’t plan on downloading it back for now, I just felt drawn to come back even if it’s just for a little bit. I’ve seen all the sweet messages on tumblr and I want you all to know that I appreciate them💕💕
Prompt: Phil’s back is really hurting, mainly due to accidental back posture. Tommy and Wilbur decide to help. (IRL!)
Phil was sitting on his desk chair in his office, squirming around in his place a bit, followed by him putting his hand on his back.
“Phil, are you okay?” Tommy asked, sitting on the bed.
“Yeah, I’m good mate.” Phil brushed it off, slightly more tense than usual.
“Are you sure?” Tommy asked again, looking at Wilbur who had a concerned look on his face.
“Yes.” Phil spoke, slightly annoyed, followed by Wilbur spinning the chair so that way Phil was facing him and Tommy.
“Okay stop, what’s up with you?” Wilbur asked, quickly squeezing Phil’s back. “You are all tensed up.”
“Ugh, back has been sore the past few days, could be from the way I’m streaming.” Phil explained, rubbing the area Wilbur touched.
“Could be from your posture.” Wilbur spoke. “Let us help you, if you allow us too.” Wilbur looked at Tommy, who nodded.
Phil just silently nodded in response.
Wilbur moved Phil down to the floor, Phil sitting with legs out, gently being placed near Wilbur’s chest, Wilbur placing his hands on his shoulders. Tommy putting his hand on Phil’s wrist for support.
“Alright, here we go.” Wilbur stated, gently rubbing firmly against Phil’s back with his fist. Phil gasped, as he relaxed to the touch, he needed that, clearly.
“Is this okay?” Wilbur asked, rubbing his thumbs into the upper area of his back, right near his spine, feeling the muscles relax.
“Yeah…” Phil smiled, eyes closed shut a bit, he could’ve fallen asleep right then and there.
Wilbur moved his hand up to gently rub where the middle of his spine was, making the older flinch with a squeak.
Wilbur and Tommy paused looking at Philza, who looked right back at them, ah shit.
“What was that?” Wilbur stated with an eyebrow raise.
“Nothing…it was nothHIHING!” Phil’s words were cut off by another squeal, Wilbur tracing his hand lightly at the same area.
“Oh my gods! You have a ticklish back?!” Tommy asked with a laugh. “That’s adorable!”
“No, I don’t…!” Phil squirmed, smiling.
“Oh I think he does. Let’s test that shall we?” Wilbur smirked, and before Phil could do anything, Tommy already sat on his legs, preventing him from moving.
Wilbur started doing light traces on his back, and Phil just broke into giggles immediately, crumbling like a sack of bricks. Wilbur and Tommy cooing made the older go red a bit, attempting to hide his face into his hands.
“Nope! No hiding giggles!” Tommy grabbed Phil’s wrists holding them away. Phil seeing Tommy’s grinning face.
“Hiii!” Tommy grinned.
“Hehehe! Hiii!” Phil giggled back from the gentle scribbles on his back.
Wilbur fluttered his fingers against Phil’s back, down to the back of his ribs making the older giggle, Wilbur wiggling his fingers near the area again, making Phil squirm.
"This is why you need to sit properly, Phil. Now look what you got yourself into~" Wilbur teased, softly scratching his back.
“Shuhuhut up!” Phil whined.
“Shut up? Oh you’re so in for it mister!”
Wilbur wiggled his fingers on Phil’s ribs, scratching between Phil’s senstive bones. Phil cackled loudly, squirming left and right, attempting to get away was failing.
“HAHAHA! WIL-TOMMY! NAHAHAT THERE!” Phil screamed, wiggling around as Tommy moved his fingers against Phil’s stomach.
“Oooh! Found some good spots!” Tommy smirked, wiggling his nails against the skin, making the older squeal.
“I cannot believe the Philza Minecraft is ticklish! Can you believe it Tommy?” Wilbur teased.
“No I cannot! Especially rightttt here!” Tommy scribbled at his stomach, making the older cackle and giggle loudly.
“Nooooo!” Phil giggled with a small whine.
“Oh? You’re not ticklish?” Tommy smirked. “Then why are you laughing?” He poked at Phil’s belly, Phil squeaked and flinched away right into Wilbur’s hold.
Wilbur lifted Phil’s arms above his head, Tommy sitting in front of Phil, wiggling his fingers near Phil’s stomach, making Phil flinch with a slight yelp, looking back and noticing Tommy barley touched him, just wiggling his fingers above his stomach.
“You little shihihit…” Phil giggled. Tommy smiling down at the older.
“Alright Alright, I’ll stop the teasing.” Tommy smiled, resting his hands on Phil’s stomach, ready to pounce. “Ready?”
“Mhm…” Phil said with a wobbly smile.
“Alright, here we go.” Tommy spoke, then immediately began tickling Phil’s underarms!
“PFFT-HAHA! TOMMY! HAHAHAHA!” Phil couldn’t even respond through his loud happy cackles, squirming around in Wilbur’s hold.
“Jesus Christ Phil, you’re like a bull!” Wilbur chuckled, struggling a bit to hold the squirming man.
“ITIT TICKLES!” Phil cackled, wheezing, there’s his genuine laugh.
“Well, duh, it’s supposed to tickle.” Tommy teased, scribbling at his sides. “Kitchy kitchy coo!”
Phil laughed, cackling up a storm. Managing to break free from Wilbur’s hold, attempting to push Tommy away, his hands on Tommys shoulders. “PLEASE-STOP-!”
Tommy smiled, gently pulling Phil close in a small hug, Wilbur rubbing his back, to Phil it felt like a bird getting their wings preened, Phil attempted to hide his face, with Tommy smiling at him.
“Phil, it’s okay, not gonna hurt you.” Tommy spoke, reaching his hand down to scratch his midriff. Phil giggled softly, Tommy scribbling at the back of his neck with one hand while the other tickled his lower belly, which in response, Phil lifted his head up, resting his chin on Tommy’s left shoulder, attempting to contain his laugh.
Wilbur sat in front of Phil. “He’s holding his laugh in, we need to crack him open.”
Tommy smirked, reaching a hand to tickle the side of his neck. And immediately broke Phil, within two seconds he was giggling.
“Nahahat neheheck tickles!” Phil giggled.
“Yesss neck tickles!” Tommy teased, blowing a small raspberry onto his neck.
“Hehehehehehe! Nohoho!” Phil smiled as he leaned into Tommy, resting his head on his shoulder.
“I wanna try something, for a grand finale.” Wilbur smiled, Tommy leaning Phil back, lifting his shirt up, showing his stomach.
“Ready?” Wilbur asked, Phil nodding with a slight grin.
Wilbur and Tommy both moved their hands to flutter their fingers on the olders stomach, making small traces near his bellybutton.
“PFFT-! HAHAHA! HAHAHAHA!” Phil laughed wildly.
Wilbur cooed, wiggling a finger into his bellybutton, making the older cackle, giggling as Tommy continued tickling near the area. Once Wilbur removed his finger, Tommy wiggled his finger in, his being more faster than the other, Phil was practically wheezing at this point.
“Alright, one more thing.” Wilbur spoke, looking at Tommy before speaking. “One…two…three!”
At the same time, Wilbur and Tommy blew rassberries on Phil’s bellybutton. Phil screamed, tears of mirth at the corner of his eyes, cackling.
“OKAY! OKAHAHAY! BOYS! IHIHI CAHAHANT! PLEASE! STOHOHOP!” Phil wheezed, pounding a fist on the floor.
Wilbur and Tommy chuckled before stopping, rubbing away the ghost tickles.
“There you go, you’re okay.” Tommy cooed.
“Hehehehe…!” Phil giggled as the tingling faded from his body. Wilbur and Tommy grinned, helping Phil stand up.
Not the same blog as the previous Bill cipher req, but I think lee /triangle/ Bill Cipher would be fun, ( I always preferred his in-show design to the humanized versions ;;w;; ) Dipper payback maybe?
Anon, I respect you! But my heart really wasn't in this one, I am sorry!
A dark mist had settled itself over the snow biome of Techno and Phil’s house, favouring the butcher army’s intentions even more than before. Though despite their situation, soft snort-like giggles still filled Phil’s cottage with a blissful warmth, the piglin-hybrid being just as sensitive to ear tickles as Phil had remembered.
“Aww mate.. And it still makes your leg go too!” He cooed gently, referring to the soft thumps of hoof against wooden floorboard that had joined in the melody, as he traced the inner shell of Techno’s ear.
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