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[star--anon]

Thief

This is an overused idea but I luv it and I'm writing it

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Phil wishes he was exaggerating when he says that his bedroom door exploded open, or when he says a flash of white and red zoomed past him.

But, alas, he's not.

"Hide me!" Tommy had whisper-yelled, diving underneath Phil's bed. Before Phil was able to ask what the hell was going on, Techno had stormed into the room.

"Where's Tommy?" he demanded. Phil blinked, still trying to process everything that had happened.

"Uh... What?"

"Where. Is. Tommy?" Techno poked Phil on the stomach, emphasizing his words. Phil squeaked and brushed him away.

Ah, okay, he thought. So it's one of those moments.

"Wh-Why?" Phil said, struggling to compose himself as Techno continued to poke at him.

Techno gestured to the top of his head with a hand, poking Phil with the other. "Take a guess," he dryly muttered. "The kid stole my crown. Again."

"Tommy's always stealing things," agreed Phil. He thought he heard an indignant squawk from underneath the bed as he said so, but he wasn't sure. In any case, it was difficult to focus onto anything with Techno's poking. "Ihif you could stohop the p-poking..."

Techno smirked. He reached up and began gently squeezing the avian's ribcage. Phil squealed and tried to back away, but Techno easily followed him.

"Well, Philza?" the piglin pressed. "Have you seen him?"

"R-Rihihight there!" Phil forced out. He pointed underneath his bed, deciding that he'd rather face Tommy's vengeance that Techno's ler mood.

"PHIL YOU BASTARD!"

Techno chuckled softly. He patted Philza's head and moved to the side of his bed, scooping Tommy up into his arms. Tommy screeched in sheer panic and flailed around in Techno's grip. Already, squeaky giggles were tumbling out as Techno carried him out of the room, poking and prodding at his exposed ribs and stomach.

"You really thought you could just steal my crown and not get punished?" Phil heard the piglin tease. "You wanna give it back?"

"N-Nehehever!"

Although Phil didn't dare poke his head out and attract attention to himself while Techno was in a ler mood, he did have a good guess as to what was happening. He heard — quite clearly — Techno take a deep breath and Tommy's panicked "no no no no no-"

He also heard a giant raspberry — presumably on Tommy's stomach.

Oh, and Tommy's shrill shriek of laughter.

That too.

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Aikawa Rei (CV. Kakihara Tetsuya) Okita Nao (CV. Masuda Toshiki) Kakiuchi Hideya (CV. Yamashita Daiki) Kiryu Kaishi (CV. Kimura Ryohei) Gushiken Akira (CV. Okamoto Nobuhiko) Mishima Shunsuke (CV. Osaka Ryota)

[star--anon]

Stuck

"The fuck?" Wilbur muttered, watching his computer screen lag and crash. If it wasn't so abrupt, he would have gotten mad at all the lost work. As it was, he simply sat there, confused. Had the power tripped?

A quick - and unnecessary - glance at his lamp told Wilbur that the power was still on, which only puzzled him more. After a moment, it registered that his ceiling lights were also on. Feeling somewhat stupid, Wilbur tried to think of other explanations for the abrupt shortage of power in his computer.

And he found it.

A quick peek behind his desk told him all he needed to know. His computer had unplugged itself. And really, it wasn't all the hard to see why.

"It's a fucking jumble of wires back there," Wilbur muttered, getting up from his seat to get a better look. Wires, black, red, blue, green, ran around the hidden area, coiling around one another and tangling into big knots. One small tug could easily unplug several devices.

It was going to take a while to sort out.

Being lazy, Wilbur simply wrote a small sticky note remind to clean up the wires. As of right now, he decided that all he needed to do was to replug the cord to his computer. He would deal with everything else later.

What? He had editing to do! (The realization that he had lost at least three hours of editing was also staring to sink in.)

And it would have worked out just fine! Wilbur would have been able to redo all of his lost work and have his video out by tomorrow!

...Except, it seemed like fate had other ideas.

The electrical socket his computer's cord was supposed to be plugged into was a little further in and lower than Wil had initially expected. As a result, Wilbur had to get on his stomach and scoot his way over. After a few failed attempts and a lot of curses, Wilbur managed to replug his computers. Almost immediately, the fans in his computer began turning and the Microsoft power-on noise sounded above.

As Wilbur tried to scoot his way back out, a sharp tug on his left hand quickly make him stop. He froze, not wanting to knock anything over. These wires were taut. One pull would send whatever those wires were connected to falling down on top of him. With great care, Wilbur tried to untie his hand from the wires.

All he succeeded in doing was tangling his right hand too.

Yeah, there was problem. Phil was most likely out of the house with Tubbo. Wilbur vaguely remembered him telling Tubbo he had found a new beehive. Techno was probably off beating up the dummies behind their house again. That left Tommy, who he knew for a fact was upstairs.

Fuck it, Wilbur eventually decided. His reputation wasn't worth the risk of dying of electrocution.

"Tommy? Tommy, you there? Tommy! Tommy, come quick, I need your help!" Wilbur yelled. He waited. When no response came, he yelled again. And again. And again. And again.

A minute passed. Then two. Then three. Then five.

Still, nobody came.

Just as Wilbur was beginning to fear the nobody was home, he heard small pattering footsteps from outside. His bedroom door creaked open and the gentle footsteps came inside. He let out a sigh of relief. Stuck between the wall the wall and his desk, with nothing but the wires arounds his hands to keep him entertained, Wilbur had began to panic a little. Thankfully, help had finally-

"Pffffttttt," snorted Tommy, slapping a hand over his mouth. "Whahat the shit? Wilbur? What the fuck happened?"

Wilbur flushed, embarrassed. He swung a leg behind him, trying to kick Tommy.

"I come in," Tommy managed to say through his laughter, "annoyed as fuck because I was trying to set up my camera, and all I see is-"

Tommy broke off in loud cackles.

"Shut up, Tommy," Wilbur snapped, glad that the boy couldn't see his red face. "Just help me get out of here!"

Still giggling, Tommy made his way over to Wilbur. Since Wil took up all the space between the desk and the wall, Tommy was forced to scooch under the desk and work through an opening in a portion of the table. Gradually, Tommy helped Wilbur untangle himself from the wires. After making sure that nothing would fall on him, Tommy gave him the go-ahead for Wilbur to make his way out from underneath the desk.

Yet again, it seemed like fate had different ideas.

Because Tommy had to work with Wilbur through the desk, that also meant Wilbur had to work with Tommy through the desk. Although Tommy managed to help get Wilbur's hands free from wires, they were now effectively stuck underneath the desk.

"Are you kidding me right now?" snapped Tommy, irritated. What had began as a hilarious situation turned out to be a frustrating distraction from his camera-fixing.

"No, I am not kidding you right now!" Wilbur snapped back. "Now come here and help."

Working together was not Wilbur and Tommy's strong suit, and it isn't all that hard to see why. Tommy liked to be respected, but the other didn't think he deserved as much respect as he demanded (and he's right). The issue that often occurred was Tommy feeling mistreated by Wilbur.

So, as if Wilbur didn't already have enough complications to deal with, that problem had now officially entered the chat.

"You know, I had to stop fixing my camera, come down here, and help you get out from a few wires, and I don't even get a 'thank you'?"

"I'll thank you when I'm out of here. Now help me, for fuck's sake!"

Tommy glared at Wilbur, and Wilbur glared right back. Tommy sat there, angry.

"I don't need this," Tommy muttered. He sharply poked Wilbur's side. "Help yourself then."

He expected Wilbur to shut up. He expected Wilbur to be very grumpy. He expected Wilbur to apologize and call him back.

What he did not expect was for Wilbur to squeak.

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And then Tommy, under the pretense of teaching Wilbur how to be nice, wrecks him. Yeah, I ain't writing that. I mainly do unfinished fics/prompts bc I'm too easily embarrassed to write stuff like that...

>///<

Right, anyway. Once you've written the tkling part that I'm too chicken to write, you can pick it up below.

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"T-Tehehechno!" yelped Wilbur, pulling at his wrists. "Phihihil! Sohohohomebohody! H-Hehehelp!"

Wilbur let out an embarrassing, high-pitched squeal as Tommy hit a more sensitive part of his stomach. He tried kicking, but Tommy sat on his legs, effectively pinning them down.

"Aw, Wilbur is asking others for help~" Tommy teased, speeding up his fingers. "Is wittle Wilbur upset? Is wittle Wilbur getting despwerate? Is wittle Wilbur-"

"Shuhuhuhut the fuhuhuck up!" Wilbur demanded through his giggles. Tommy rolled his eyes.

"Some people never learn," he muttered, leaning down. He drew sharp breaths and blew quick, small raspberries all over Wilbur's exposed stomach. Wilbur could do nothing but arch his back and cackle loudly.

"WAHAHAHAIT! I-IHIHIHI'M SOHOHORRY!" Wilbur tried to apologize. "TEHEHECHNO, HEHEHELP!"

"Techno's not home, Wilbur," Tommy said, digging his fingers between Wilbur's ribs. Slowly, making sure to lightly scratch at each rib, Tommy made his way up Wilbur's ribcage, silently counting each rib. As his fingers got higher, so did the volume of Wilbur's laughs.

And his panic. He knew where Tommy was going.

"D-Dohohon't you dahare," Wilbur said, trying to be scary. Tommy placed his hands on Wilbur's underarms, innocently looking up at Wilbur. The older glared at him and Tommy had to struggle to not grin. With Wilbur's bright red face, messy hair, wide smile, and nervous giggles, he didn't look nearly as intimidating as he thought he did.

"I'm gonna do it~" Tommy sang. Wilbur tensed.

"Y-You wouldn't."

"I would."

"I-I'll get you back," Wilbur tried to threaten. Tommy wasn't fazed. All he needed to do was take one look at Wilbur's cherry-red face for any threats to lose their scariness.

"It'd still be worth it."

"D-Dohont you dahahare," Wilbur demanded. "I'm serious Tohommy."

"You know, you really could have avoided this if you were nicer to me."

Wilbur opened his mouth to respond when a new voice came from behind him.

"Who could have what when if which how why where?"

Tommy froze. He quickly retracted his hands and darted away. He scrambled into the corner of the room, warily eyeing the new member.

"T-Technoblade, my friend!" he nervously stuttered. "H-How are you doing? What brings you here today?"

Techno tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I live here, Tommy. And I couldn't help but get curious at Wilbur's laughing and screaming."

"Not my fault!" Wilbur called from his awkward position. Tommy gulped.

"What's going on?" Techno asked Tommy, glancing at Wilbur. "Why is Wilbur like that? Is he stuck? What were you doing? Tickling him?"

Wilbur squeaked at the word, which caught the attention of Techno. Meanwhile, Tommy sheepishly grinned.

"Aha..." Tommy rubbed the back of his neck and quietly explained the entire situation.

Techno stayed quiet the entire time, processing what he had heard. Then, without a word, he walked over to Wilbur. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Tommy trying to slip away.

"Tommy, stay there," he ordered. Tommy immediately stopped moving. Techno squatted down in front of Wilbur. To him, he asked, "You good? Lookin' a little red there."

"I'm fine, yeah," Wilbur muttered. "Can you let me up? I have some revenge I wanna be doing."

"Yeah, yeah, you can do that."

Tommy tensed. Oh, he was gonna get it.

"Just, in a moment."

Wilbur blinked.

"In a moment?" he echoed. "What do you mean?"

Instead of responding, Techno simply prodded his hips.

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[star--anon]

Family Game Night

How I imagine family-game-night goes:

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"You're mean," huffed Tommy. He threw down his deck of cards and turned his back on Wilbur. Wil gave him an amused look.

"How so?"

"You never let me win." After a moment of thought, Tommy added, "And you're so competitive. I don't like you."

"Tommy," sighed Wilbur, "it's just a game of Uno."

"And you never let me win at it!"

Wilbur smiled fondly at Tommy's turned back. If Tommy's reaction wasn't so comical, it would probably piss him off. As it was, he simply scooted closer and hugged the eight-year-old from behind.

"It's called 'draw four', Tommy," he mumbled.

"I'm not playing with you ever again," Tommy responded, getting a small chuckle out of Wilbur.

"You won't play with me if I don't let you win?"

"Yeah!"

"Hmm," hummed Wilbur, pretending like this didn't happen almost all the time. Every time Phil and Techno stepped out of the house, Tommy would find some reason to be pissed at him.

With a smirk, Wilbur slipped a hand under Tommy's shirt and scribbled at his stomach. "What if I did this, huh? What about now? You wanna play with me now?"

Tommy squealed in surprise, biting down giggles. He tried to scramble away, but Wilbur easily picked him up and set him down in his lap.

"What it gotta take to get you to play with me, Tommy?" He blew a sharp raspberry on the back of Tommy's neck, eliciting a sharp hiccup.

"Nahaha, Wihihilbuhuhur!" Tommy protested. The fingers on his stomach made him involuntarily squirm into Wilbur's chest, trapping himself. "St-Stahahap ihit!"

"I just wanna play with you Tommy," Wilbur sighed, lifting Tommy's shirt up a little to blow another raspberry on his side. Tommy feverishly shook his head, trying to push Wilbur away from him.

"Nohohoho rahahaspbeherries!" he cried. "Nohohohone!"

"You don't really get a say in this, Tommy~" Wilbur blew two more on his sides and straightened up to blow another on the back of his neck. Tommy shrieked and ducked away.

"Wihihilbur stohohOHOHOP!" Tommy's volume increased as Wilbur lightly scratched between his ribs. The boy's ribs were always a laugh-spot and Wilbur knew it. "WIHIHIHILBUHUHUR! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!"

"Not where?" Wilbur shifted a hand to Tommy's knees and rapidly squeezed, the other hand still attacking his ribs. Tommy all but screamed.

"NOHOHOT THEHEHERE EHEHEHEHITHER!" he cackled. He would have kicked out if he weren't stuck in Wilbur's lap. Managing the best he could, he resorted to hitting Wilbur's legs in an effort to get him to release him. A quick tase to his underarms stopped him.

"Not there either? Jesus, Tommy, make up your mind."

"WILBUR, STOHOHOHOP! Y-YOUHUHUHU'RE GOHONNA KIHIHIHIHIHILL ME!"

"I'm not gonna kill you, Tommy, calm down." Wilbur rolled his eyes. "You're so dramatic."

"IHIHIHIHIHI'M NOHOHOT DRAMAHAHAHAHATIC!" Tommy shouted. "WIHIHIHIHILBUUHUHUR ST-STOHOHOP OR I'LL STAHAHAHAB YOUHUHU!"

"Alright, Mr. Not-Dramatic," Wilbur muttered. He hummed to himself and poked at Tommy's ribs, curious. They were always a laugh-spot, and Tommy always seemed sensitive to raspberries... Wilbur took a sharp breath and blew one, large raspberry on Tommy's ribs.

Tommy just about shrieked, kicking his legs out and desperately pushing at Wilbur's chest.

"NO! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!! NOHOHOHO RAHAHASPBEHEHERRIES THERE!!! NOHOHO!"

Wilbur cooed. He leaned down to blow another when-

"What's going on?" Phil interrupted. Wilbur and Tommy froze. Tommy blushed and Wilbur quickly dumped Tommy off of him. Techno came up from the stairs, holding a box of Monopoly (Speedrun Edition) in his hands.

"What are you two doing?" demanded Phil. "We left the house for at most twenty minutes to go grab a new board game and you're acting like five-year-olds?"

"I mean, to be fair, Tommy is a five-year-old," quipped Techno.

"I am eight. And. Two. Months. Old."

"In all honesty," sighed Wilbur, standing up, "I have no idea what happened. Seriously. One minute we were playing Uno, the next, Tommy had me pinned and was tickling the life outta me. Really, Tommy, I have no idea why you did that. Apparently, I'm mean and unfair because the 'draw four' card exists."

Wilbur scoffed to himself and started down the stairs, two steps at a time, distancing himself from the situation before Techno or Tommy got any ideas.

"Wilbur," Phil called, eyeing Tommy's messy hair and beet-red face.

"Yeah?"

"You're full of shit."

"Oh yeah."

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Finally wrote a full fic!

What? I do more than just prompts, y'know.

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[star--anon]

Braids

SBI (+Tubbo) has a tradition of braiding hair one another's hair.

It started because Wilbur complained that his curly hair was always a mess when he woke up. Phil decided to turn his hair into tiny braids each night to keep their curliness. Eventually, Tommy got a little jealous and also asked for a braid from Phil. Phil gave him a tiny braid behind his ear. Soon, it spiraled into a tradition. Each night, the family (+Tubbo) would sit down and give each other a small, almost unnoticeable braid. It didn't take long before they had braids in their hair during the day as well.

Techno has long hair, so people usually just give him one big braid.

Phil has one near the back of his head.

Tubbo and Tommy have matching braids right below their ear.

Wilbur would have the same braid as Tommy and Tubbo. Whenever people tried to give him the near-the-ear braid, he'd always duck away with a smile.

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[star--anon]

Secret

@soft--dragon said "angst" and I went "HHHHHHHHHHH-"

Right, anyway, sad idea time:

Phil's wings are a... sensitive topic. He's not exactly proud of his wings. In fact, he keeps them Folded close to his back. While having wings and the ability to fly seems like something somebody should be stoked about, Phil's only embarrassed about the dark-grey wings that were forced onto his body by a witch's curse.

Every so often, Phil has to Unfold his wings to clean and stretch them out after being Folded for so long.

Living with Technoblade made Unfolding difficult. If Techno even left the house at all, he wouldn't leave a note telling Phil what time he would be back. Phil didn't dare Unfold his wings with the risk of Techno coming home and finding out.

So when Technoblade left on a big journey, Phil immediately took up the opportunity to Unfold his cramped wings and fly around. Techno came home after five minutes because he forgot his shovel and-

. . .

After a very awkward conversation and a promise on Techno's dead mother's grave that he wouldn't tell anyone, Phil quietly Folded his back into his back. He shuffled towards his room, but Techno stopped him.

"You know, you're a lot like Tommy."

Phil chuckled. "Yeah, I know. We both have wings."

"You're both uncomfortable about it," said Techno. "You both don't like your wings."

Phil sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah... Wh-Whatever. Thanks for, uh, coming home, I guess. I'm... I'm going to now-"

"There's this cool thing I found out about wings," added Techno, interrupting the avian. "It helped calm Tommy down about his wings. If you don't mind..."

Phil shuffled closer. "Go for it," he sighed. "If it helps."

"Cool."

Consent given, Techno scooted closer. Then he started lightly tracing shapes onto the base of Phil's wings.

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Was originally going to make a fic out of it, but I got lazy, so I just wrote the idea down instead ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(Maybe I'll make a fic out of it idk)

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[star--anon]

Top 5 Ways To Get Wilbur Soot To Blush:

(For our favorite lee, @yawning-bitch.)

*Opens up an ancient, dusty book*

"Let's begin, shall we?"

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5. Small Raspberries On His Neck

You'd probably consider raspberries are a tool for hard tkles rather than soft tkles. And you're right. But if you give small raspberries on the back of his neck, best believe he's gonna squeak and squirm away. Works best if you have him in a hug with his back to your chest. You get a good view at his blushy cheeks and easy access. Wilbur's neck in surprisingly ticklish, so if you flutter a finger or feather there, he'll burst into tiny giggles. If you blow a small raspberry, he'll also go beet-red.

He mainly blushes because Phil used to blow a small raspberry there to get him to cheer up. He would duck away, laughing, and Tommy and Techno would always tease him for it. It happened so much that each time somebody blows a raspberry there, he hears Tommy and Techno teasing him and he automatically blushes.

Bottom line: Brothers are jerks.

(Because his legs and arms tend to flail around when getting raspberries on that particular spot, it's difficult to hide his face :P)

Starburst's Advice: Emphasis on the small raspberries. If you make them too big, you might kill him.

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4. Go For The Ears!

Another move you can do if you've got him hugged to your chest. Any form of light tkles works here, whether it be feathers, tracing, fluttering fingers, blowing air, etc.

(You'll get even better results if you whisper "tkle tkle tkle tkle tkle" in his ear. Just saying.)

After he lost a bet with Tommy, Wilbur had to pierce his ears. Tommy takes immense pleasure in picking out Wilbur's earrings every morning. Tommy's just trying to to put in Wilbur's pink butterfly earrings, but he f*cking can't because Wilbur's giggling up a storm. Apparently, Tommy breathes really hard when he concentrates. (Tommy makes sure to breathe extra-hard from then on, which led to Wilbur spending two hours on YouTube learning how to put in earring himself.)

Now that Tommy teases Wilbur about his tklish ears very loudly in public, any attacks there make him blush like hell.

Starburst's Advice: If you trace his piercing holes, he'll slap your hand away and whine about how unfair and low that move is. Unless it's Tommy. Because f*ck Tommy. (/j)

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3. Go For The Tummy!

Wilbur's tum-tum has always been a blush spot for him. Tracing shapes on his sides, lightly scribbling against his belly, gently scratching at his navel...

It's especially flustering if you gentle trace a big circle and slowly make that circle tinier until you're teasing the rim of his navel. He likes tummy tkles and will just melt into a bright-red puddle, but navel tkles are the death of him. If you do what Tommy calls the Circle of Death (accurate name), he'll blush and push at your arms, but he'll let you :D (I had this idea a while back on @artymiswritesfics's blog here and just recycled it because I'm lazy 😬)

Starburst's Advice: If you're trying to make him blush, go for his stomach with light tkles. Hard tkles will only make him laugh.

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2. Light Tkles Behind His Knees

If you lightly scratch at or flutter your finger over the backs of his knees, he'll just. Melt. Seriously. He'll spew random gibberish and babble at you about how unfair that spot is.

Very useful to shut him up or as a secret weapon.

Tubbo's the one who mainly targets that spot, although he does this when Wilbur's standing. Wilbur just squeals and falls to the ground, beet-red and stuttering out curse words.

It's always an easy way to win tkle fights. You'd probably go for his underarms and ribs to get him to laugh, but if you lightly scratch behind his knees, he'll lose whatever scuffle he's in immediately.

Starburst's Advice: Doing this will require you two to be on the ground because his legs are gonna turn to jelly. It'll also require aftercare. Don't just leave him on the ground because he is not getting up.

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1. TEASES

If you tease him, you're just plain evil. You have no soul and Wilbur will not like you. He's going to consider you heartless and cruel until the end of time!!!

Anyway, here are the top three teases that gets him all fwustered :)

The "play dumb" teases: the ler pretends they have no idea why he's laughing/pretends they aren't tkling him Wilbur is physically incapable of saying the word "tkle", so if you have to make him say "you're tkling me!", that's just rude >:(

The "adowable" teases: the ler coos at Wilbur and tells him how cute he is Usually only Sally does this, which only serves to make his blusher harder. He'll bury his head in his hands and mumble "stooooooop :(", but he'll still let her tkle him.

The "lee-mood" teases: the ler refuses to tkle him until he admit he's a little lee/the ler asks Wilbur where he wants to be tkled Again, this plays into Wilbur's inability to say "tkle". Tommy's usually the one who uses this tease. Wilbur whines and pushes at Tommy, but if you lightly tkle one of his laugh-spots, you'll get him to cave. (He will hide his face the entire time though)

Starburst's Advice: Watch out because Wilbur will get you back! Later, of course. As of right now, he'll probably just hide his face and call you 'mean' and 'unfair'.

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(I severely underestimated how long this would take. Sorry it had to take two days, lol)

NOW ADMIT IT, GHOSTLEE

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[star--anon]

Revenge

BIG DISCLAIMER: THIS IS AN UNFINISHED WRITING

...Uh, I'm a little too flustered to write complete fics... (*ﾉ∀`*)

I'll probably write more prompts than actual, complete fics to be honest.

(If you're going to use this as a prompt, be sure to tag me!)

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"TOMMY!"

Tommy slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle his giggles. He scooted deeper into the corner of his closet, hiding behind the rack of clothes. Footsteps drew nearer and nearer before he suddenly heard his bedroom door fly open, hitting the wall. Wilbur stomped inside.

"Where are you?!" he demanded, standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. Normally, he would entertain Tommy a little and search for him, but this time, he wasn't in the mood.

Through the small crack between the door and its frame, Tommy could see Wilbur's furious face... and his cherry-red cheeks.

Tommy had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. There was a metallic tang on his tongue as a few beads of blood dripped out. He pressed his hand harder against his mouth. If he even let out a single breath, Wilbur was going to kill find him. And then he was going to kill him.

When Wilbur agreed to play Truth or Dare with Tommy, he hadn't expected one of his less important 'secrets' to become a big embarrassing fact that would be used as blackmail and sold behind his back like it was something from the blackmarket. And yet, it was.

It was a simple truth, something Wilbur never felt ashamed of (until now). In fact, it wasn't even that much of a secret. Wilbur just never thought it appropriate to randomly share.

Because of this, when Tommy asked him for a truth, Wilbur chose the least secretive secret he could think of.

"I don't know," he had said with a shrug. "I mean, I'm ticklish, if that counts."

He hadn't expected Tommy to go silent after he said that. He hadn't expected Tommy to interrogate Wilbur of his most ticklish spots. He let it happen and answered honestly. He didn't see where it was going. That is, until Tommy abruptly pounced on him, digging his fingers into his ribs.

Wilbur made Tommy swear that he wouldn't tell anyone...

But of course Tommy went and sold Wilbur out.

Wilbur spent the entire day today getting attacked from every direction. They all knew his worst spots, the best ways to tease him, and what made him blush like crazy. They never told him who gave them that information, but Wilbur easily guessed.

After all, he only every told one person those things.

So there he was, fuming and standing in Tommy's room, waiting for that little shit to come out of whatever hiding spot he had hidden himself in.

"Goddammit, I'm serious this time," Wilbur snapped. "Where are you?"

Just as he thought that maybe Tommy wasn't hiding in this room and he began to feel a little stupid, a small snort came from his closet.

He paused. Under the pretense of looking under Tommy's bed, Wilbur edged closer to the closet door. He waited a few more seconds before suddenly swinging the closet door wide open, revealing Tommy half-hidden behind a rack of clothes.

Tommy's eyes widened as he was discovered. He shrieked and tried to make a run for it, but Wilbur easily caught him. He dragged Tommy over to the middle of his room and promptly plopped him down, holding his hands over his head. Tommy squirmed underneath his strong grip.

"Hey hey hey hey," babbled Tommy. "Hey, big man, we can talk about this, right? We can talk about this. We can talk about this! Hey, h-hey!"

Tommy yelped and tugged on his wrists as Wilbur silently and slowly rolled up his shirt.

"Woahwoahwoahwoahwoah," Tommy said, trying to wiggle away. "Hey, Wilbur, big man, l-let's talk about this, alright? Come on, I didn't do anything! You should — You should go get the others for this, man!"

"The 'others' all got that information from you, Tommy," Wilbur calmly said. He darted his fingers onto Tommy's exposed stomach, causing Tommy to let out a small scream, and kept them there, not moving. They sat there, slightly bouncing as Tommy's belly quivered.

"You don't know that!" protested Tommy. "Hey hey hey, you don't know that!"

Wilbur gave a small, impassive smile. "I do, actually."

"Nonononono no you don't!"

"I do."

"You don't!"

"Well, even if I don't — which I do, by the way — this is still revenge for yesterday."

"Okay, so maybe that's fair, but w-wait a moment!" Tommy screeched as Wilbur scribbled his fingers over his stomach. "Wait wait wahahahait!"

"Wait for what, Tommy?" Wilbur quietly murmured. "You want to say something?"

"Plehehease, Wihihihilbur, l-lehehet's tahalk!"

"Yeah? You want to talk? Let's talk."

Wilbur pushed his fingers up, digging in between Tommy's lower ribs. He slowly brought his hands higher up, making sure to prod in between each of Tommy's ribs as he silently counted each rib. As his hand went higher, so did Tommy's laughter.

"Nahahaha, stahahap!" Tommy pulled harshly at Wilbur's grip.

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It was around this point in time where I got too flustered to continue writing, so... yeah...

I'm better at making ideas than finishing them anyway.

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