a peaky blinders fanfic!! im so excited to make this because only one creator has actually made content in the tags, but they haven't posted in it for 2 years </3
i am here to take the legacy on with a switch!john and switch!thomas fic hehehehe
also this is also considered a PILOT fanfiction for me to really get to know my skills and flaws!! criticism is welcome
time started: 13:45PM time ended: 16:01PM
(first fic in years, kinda nervous... 😓)
SUMMARY: john is an egotistical, hyper little shit. we all know that!! in a state of boredom, he goes up to his stoic older brother and decides to surprise attack him. it actually works, and once he's done, thomas gives john 5 seconds before his own demise
SEASON SET: SEASON ONE. JOHN IS 24 AND THOMAS IS 29
TW!!: swearing, brief smoking, mentions of death + war and mouth tickles
Small Heath, Birmingham was no easy place to live in 1919. After the war, tension was everywhere - the already raving streets now full of chaos and smoke. Grime coated the exterior of houses, fog clouded the city sights and children were roaming everywhere, unaccompanied and endangered.
Birmingham was no fun anymore, even for people in gangs - well, that was John's perspective. Being the youngest of the three main brothers, he had to grow up quite quickly, mature too fast. And although, yes, he was a capable man with a strong heart, he was also quite childish and his mindset resembled that of a teenage boy.
He needed some action— some spice to make his day, hell, maybe even his week a little more interesting. So, what not better to do than to torment his second-oldest brother? His most stoic brother? Thomas Shelby. Yet, sometimes, John had to admit even he was scared of his older brother, as his oldest was also a bit weary of the middle child. Why? Before the war in France, Thomas was lively - he laughed, he smiled, he was happy. But, after the war, that person didn't come back. A new Thomas came - a hardened, more stern, more emotionless Thomas that lead the gang called the 'Peaky Blinders'.
Aside from that aspect - John wasn't so worried. Maybe Thomas would appreciate it? Maybe he could escape fast enough? Oh well. No matter the consequences, he was already hooked on-
Well. What? He didn't know what to do -- so, he sat down in the meeting room, pondering. He didn't want to hurt Thomas, far from it, actually. Maybe it'd be good to see his brother laugh, at least once in a while, maybe he could..
It clicked.
It was stupid.
It was childish.
Oh, but that was who John was anyway, and God did it work. He'd just have to tickle him - I mean, when was the last time he saw that happen? Probably not even once. At that, John was set. Determined, he stood up and went to go find his brother.
"Aunt Pol! Aunt Pol? Have you seen Thomas anywhere?"
No answer.
"Arthur!! Where the fuck's Tom?"
"Oh, John, Tommy's in his office as usual. You should know that."
That was easy, only took 15 minutes. But, anyway, John made his way in without knocking and took a seat in front of his brothers desk, a cheeky, sly smirk already starting to force his way onto his lips. "What's up, Tom?"
Thomas only sighed, he didn't even have to look up to hear the smile in his younger brother's voice. He knew it meant trouble. Keeping his eyes on his letter as he wrote it, he answered gruffly. "Yes, John? What is it? If it isn't about business, it can wait." That only made John snicker.
Adjusting his hat, John rolled his eyes. He straightened out his suit and leaned backwards, his head hanging off of the chair. "What'cha doin', eh?" The mischievous one asked, lighting a cigarette and beginning to smoke it. Taking a long puff, he waited for Thomas' answer - a sigh of frustration.
Thomas kept his eyes on his pen, still writing about important things as he talked to John, trying to keep his mind on business. "Writing a letter to the Lee Family. We're conspiring for a deal. Now get out if you don't have anything important to say." He then looked up at John, finally, with a serious and stern look on his face.
"Why are you so serious, huh, bro? What's the matter?" John took another few puffs before stumping his cigarette down in Thomas' ash tray. "You know, you should laugh once ina' while. I haven't seen you laugh since the war. Ever since France, seeing our friends die n' shit, you haven't even made a joke! A fucking joke, Tom." Chair scraping against the wooden floorboards as he stood up abruptly, the sneaky, young adult made his way behind Thomas.
"You have seen me laugh, John."
"Not properly!"
The Leader of Peaky Blinders only rolled his eyes and set his pen down - that's when he tensed. "John. Get your 'ands off of me. I swear to God-" A sharp intake of breath.
"Oho- Are you still fuckin' ticklish, Tom?" The older brother immediately tried to escape, but a firm squeeze to the stomach made him snort and double over. Of course John still knew how to make him snort, of course. The younger only grinned widely and began to flutter his fingers over his navel.
"Pffhahaha- F-Fohor Christ sake, Johohn!" Thomas grabbed John's wrists, trying to push them away to no avail as he was only pushing weakly. It had been a while since he was able to laugh freely, and he didn't mind it so much. "I'm tryhying to w-write a fuhuck- fuckihihing lehehetter!" Slightly embarrassed, he hid his face in his arm, a soft pink hue settling on his face.
Not listening, John dragged his nails up along his brother's abs to his ribcage - his nails slightly grown out - and began to vibrate them gently into the skin in between each individual rib. "Your letter isn't fuckin' important right now. What is important is seeing you piss yourself laughing!" That earnt a sarcastic huff from Thomas, who was trying to keep his giggles in, hiding his mouth in his arm, but it was no use.
"Ahalright- Alright.. Thahahat's enohoHOUGH- JOHOHN!" The 29-year-old man practically squealed as he kicked out a leg, his younger brother had drilled his thumbs into his ever-so-sensitive hip divots. Slamming his hands into John's, he tried to push his wrists away for real. But, the tickling had made his strength evaporate. "LEHEHET ME GOHO- RIGHT NOHOW!"
"Mmm.. Nah. This shit is too fuckin' priceless go let go." That's when he felt Thomas really try to push him off, and he had to wrap his arms around the man to keep him still. John spidered his fingers up and down his sides and gently pinched at his hips. The Leader was in hysterics, banging his fist onto the table as he practically shook with laughter.
"G-GEHEHET THE FUHUCK OHOFF!" Thomas' cheeks began to ache from smiling so much - that's when he knew be bad enough. He then tapped out, and John slowed his hands to a stop. Smiling widely, the younger ruffled his hair. "Ahaha.. Heh.. Fuck.."
"See? That wasn't so bad, was it, Tom?"
"Five seconds."
"What?"
"You.. You have five fuhucking seconds to run before I bloody hunt you down."
John felt his cheeks heat up instantly, and be bolted faster than he ever had. He wasn't about to let this fucker- "Five." SHIT.
"Nononono-" He scrambled out of the office and into a room that no one ever went in. Yet, he wasn't safe there. Hidden behind the door, he felt Thomas near the room he was in. The door swung open, and John almost burst into nervous giggles right then and there. He had to cover his mouth, his cheeks already burning in embarrassment. He was fucking twenty-four! Why was he acting like a fourteen year old?!
Walking around the room slowly, Thomas checked every possible space John could be in. The latter thought he was safe, until: "You know, John. I'm not stupid." A snort slipped. He tried to bolt for it again, but felt hands wrap around his waist right before he set a foot out of the door.
"Noho- Nononono- Tohom-" John panicked through giggles, pushing at his hands.
"I'm not touching you yet."
That's when John felt himself get pinned to the floor, his arms being hoisted above his head. "That's- That's nohot fucking fair! I d-didn't pin you!" Thomas only raised an eyebrow and began tickling.
"Life's not fair, John." He began a lecture as he started to pinch and knead his brother's delicate sides, eliciting squeaky, boyish, frantic laughter from the grown man. "You should know that, for starters. We grew up in this shithole."
"SHUHUT UHUHUP! FUHUCK YOUHU-"
He let out a sweet snort, burying his blushing face into his pinned shoulder.
"Now, now, John. Not every sentence you speak has to have profanity in it." Thomas tutted, smirking when the younger arched his back when the older began to knuckle his ribs, snorting and squeaking with sweet belly laughter.
"I-IHI SAHAID SHUHUT UP, T-TOHOM!" John screeched, falling back against the floor and attempting to curl up. He was being dramatic, as usual. This wasn't a problem for Thomas, though, who kept switching spots to keep John laughing like a mad man. He found the edges of John's untucked shirt and slid his hard, calloused hands in to scribble at his belly button, electing a scream. "EHEHEHAHAHAHA-"
"Tch. Twenty-four, and you act like a toddler. You need to keep your shirt tucked in, John. The Peaky Blinders can't be seen as a lousy gang, can it now?" He scolded his brother as he ignored the screams coming from him. His blunt fingernails and rough skin only added to the torture as he switched between scribbling and clawing his lean stomach. John's eyes scrunched close.
"...Is it now?" Thomas inquired, face darkening slightly as his fingers froze. Oh shit. Fuck. Please have mercy.
But, John wouldn't give up. Not now. He was doomed either way! "Y-Yeheah... I-It is.. WaitwaitwaitWAIIIT-" He instantly shrieked when he felt Thomas pull his shirt up to his ribs, eyes snapping open, all thoughts of not giving up vanishing.
"What? What do you possibly have to say for yourself?" Thomas asked with a raised eyebrow, eyes flickering down to John's midriff - the sensitive, delicate skin had gained a soft, red hue to match his blushing face.
"P-Plehease... I swear, I-I didn't mehean it-" John shied under his gaze, hiding his wobbly smile with his arm. This was a rare occurrence of when Thomas actually gave tickles like this, and they were the WORST.
"That won't save you." Thomas then proceeded to blow the biggest raspberry ever known to man onto John's lower stomach, his stubble scratching perfectly against the skin beneath. When I tell you John shrieked, I don't mean a brief one, I mean one that rang throughout the streets of Small Heath.
John shook his head from side to side hysterically, letting out extremely childish giggles, tears pricking his eyes (and soon streaming down his already glossy cheeks) as Thomas placed not one, not two, but three raspberries all over his stomach. "FUHUHUCK- OKAHAHAHAY! PLEHEHEASE- IHIHI- I'M SOHOHOHORRY!!" He yelled, barely able to speak before his laughter went completely silent. That's when Thomas took the sign to stop, releasing John and patting his chest.
"Still as weak to them as you were when you were twelve." The older teased lightly, standing up and watching John do so. When the younger stumbled, he gently caught him and rubbed his back. "Tuck your shirt in, look appropriate and go rest. We have a busy day tomorrow."
John nodded, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "Y-Yeah... Whatever.."
"...Love you, Tom."
"I love you too, John. Go rest now, and don't disturb me again."
Aunt Polly had a lot of questions in regard of the screaming.
c switch!tommy(he/xey/they), switch!revivedbur(he/they), c switch!technoblade(he/him/they) c switch!philza(he/him)
strictly platonic THEY ARE FAMILY. SHIPPERS & N$FW DNI
word count: 4,034
this is my first time writing a fic including techno since june 14 2022
this is ALSO my LONGEST fic ive ever written! After 5 months it is FINALLY HERE🥲
THIS IS THE C! CHARACTERS!! except it isnt really lore based
c!sbi my beloved
Phil could, for the first time in what felt like forever, say he felt at peace.
All three of his children —technically, only one was actually his son, but he treats them all as such— were in the other room, and Phil could vaguely hear what was going on as the door was cracked open. He could hear them messing around and laughing like they were kids again. Phil had been so stressed lately, but his family being together again had wiped it away. There was a small smile on his face, he hadn’t even noticed.
It was a very loud shriek that broke the avian from his thoughts. He quickly rushed to the room, swinging the door open with a look of panic. It was quickly switched with relief as he realized what was happening.
Wilbur had Tommy trapped in his lap, the blonde squirming and kicking relentlessly as his older brother scribbled all over his stomach while Techno gently squeezed up and down his thighs. “GUHUHUYS!”
Phil stood in the doorway, waiting to see if he’d have to step in or if any of them would notice he was there. He watched as the youngest tried, and failed, to push away the hands of his brothers through his pleas.
“Something wrong, Toms?” Wilbur smirked, switching to pinching up and down Tommy’s sides.
“Yeah, you’re laughing an awful lot. Did we say something funny?” Techno’s smirk matched Wilbur’s.
“YOHOU’RE TIHIHICKLING MEHE!” The blonde went limp in Wilbur’s lap, then realizing Phil was in the doorway. “PHIHIL, HEHEHELP!”
And there was his cue. He stepped into the room, spreading his wings to get the attention of the twins. It worked. They both ceased the tickling, looking up at Phil. Tommy just curled up and hid his bright red face behind his hands.
“Oh, hey Phil!” Wilbur grinned innocently, elbowing Techno in the ribs as a silent way of saying to do the same. Which he did, after flinching with a muffled “ow.” He slightly waved to Phil.
“Hello Wilbur, hey Techno,” Phil crossed his arms, looking down at his sons.
“Mind explaining this?” The avian gestured to Tommy, who was still curled in a ball and giggling —assumingly from the ghost tickles.
“Hm? Oh, we were just messin’ with our little brother, ‘s all,” Techno smiled, bringing one hand to prod Tommy’s side which caused xem to flinch and giggle even more.
“Yohou tried to kihihill mehe!” Tommy whined, getting up and speed-walking to stand next to Phil, who wrapped his non-damaged wing around the teen.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Tommy! Besides, we all know you like being tickled anyway.” Wilbur’s innocent smile turned into a smirk when the younger blonde’s face went bright pink. Xey opened their mouth to protest, but they couldn’t seem to find words to say so he just shut his mouth.
“Well, they’re not wrong on that one, mate.” Phil smiled, bringing up his wing to brush along the back of Tommy’s neck for a second. Xey ducked away and went back to sit in between Techno and Wilbur, light giggles pouring from their lips.
“You aren’t exactly safe here, either, Tommy,” Techno spoke flatly, but he had a smirk on his face as he gently spidered across Tommy’s stomach, emitting a squeal from the younger.
“Why ahaham ihi always the taharget!?” He whined, scooting closer to Wilbur and curling in on himself. It took everything in Wilbur’s power to not coo out loud.
“Probably because of how ticklish you are,” Wilbur stated like it was an entirely normal sentence. Tommy sat up straight and immediately started yelling.
“Everyone in this fucking house is ticklish, not just me!” Tommy exclaimed, exaggerating xeir statement by talking with their hands. Phil shrugged, silently saying “fair.” Techno, however, gave a look of disagreement.
“Everyone?” Techno repeated. “I’m not. I don’t even react to it.” Tommy tilted his head like a confused dog.
“Bullshit! Look!” Tommy sprung up and tackled Techno down. The pinkette immediately started fighting back, the two of them rolling on the ground trying to get the upper hand while Wilbur and Phil watched. It ended with Tommy keeping Techno pinned down, holding his wrists away so he couldn’t fight back.
“Tommy, don’t evEN-“ Techno cut himself off, pursing his lips and squirming as Tommy clawed at his upper ribs through his shirt, the fabric doing absolutely nothing for protection. Tommy had a wide grin, Techno’s struggling being very evident.
“Laugh for me, Techno!” Tommy yelled before ducking xeir head down and blowing a raspberry on Techno’s neck. That broke the damn, high pitched huffs of laughter emitting from the pinkette below the teen.
“Tohohohommy! Gehet awahahay!” Techno pressed his arms down more, trying to scrunch up his shoulders but failing with Tommy’s head in the way.
“You really walked right into that one, mate,” Phil commented with a small chuckle, Wilbur giggling at the scene next to him. He snuck a few pokes to Techno’s side every now and then to see him jolt and complain, “Wihilbur!”
Techno free’d his hands, pushed Tommy off and scooting to sit 5 feet away. “That wahas not necessary.”
“It was very necessary, in my humble opinion,” Wilbur grinned and brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around themself. “Seeing the big, tough Technoblade get taken down so easily by tickling will always be amusing.”
“Big talk for someone who screams from a mere poke to their ribs,” Phil piped up, walking over and kneeling next to Wilbur to poke at his upper ribs— to which Wilbur, well, screamed at.
“PHIL! Fuhuck off!” Wilbur backed away, moving closer to Tommy and “hiding” behind xem.
“You think I’ll protect you?” Tommy turned to look at Wilbur. “Hell no! It’s your turn, dickhead!” Tommy quickly turned around and pushed Wilbur down, easily pinning them and digging xeir fingers into his ribs. Wilbur shrieked, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists and trying to push them away.
“TOHOHOMMY, NOHO!” Wilbur threw his head back, their body jolting when he felt a hand start squeezing at his side. It was Phil.
“I think it’s time you’ve had a turn, yeah? Come on, mate. You were just making fun of Techno for how ticklish he is, but I’d say you’re even worse.” Phil spoke casually, bringing his hand down to pinch and drill his thumb just barely above Wilbur’s hip bone. Wilbur screamed louder than any of the other three boys had ever heard, and again when they felt another hand scribbling under one of his knees.
“NOHOHO! NOHOT AHAHALL OF YOHOHOHOU!” Wilbur covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the growing red hue that spread quickly across his face and muffle their laughter at the same time. “PLEHEHEASE!”
“Aw, Wil, you’ve gone all red!” Tommy exclaimed, which made Wilbur’s face become an even darker red. Xey snuck a hand under Wilbur’s shirt, and lightly traced the scar on the brunette’s stomach. Wilbur squealed, grabbing onto Tommy’s arm and actually getting them to stop. The blonde slightly jumped, suprised that Wilbur actually got him to stop. At the pause, Wilbur quickly turned the tables on Tommy and got xem on the ground. The two started wrestling, both of them fighting for the upper hand as Phil and Techno now watched.
“I’ll bet a stack of emeralds Tommy loses,” Phil muttered. Techno turned to look at the older.
“Deal.”
The two watched as Wilbur and Tommy wrestled, both very dead set on getting the upper hand. It ended with Tommy being pinned down, followed by shrieks of laughter as Wilbur started scribbling all over xeir stomach.
“NOHOHO!” Tommy grabbed Wilbur’s wrists as he threw his head back. “PHIHIHIL! TEHECHNO! HEHEHELP!”
The two men in question looked at each other, back at the scene in front of them, and each other again. They gave each other a look that said “Oh, we’ll help alright.” And then, they both waited a second before pouncing. Techno tackled Wilbur, and Phil went for Tommy. This is not what exactly Tommy had in mind when xey called for help, but at least Wilbur was getting what he deserved at the same time.
Wilbur was caught entirely off guard, landing on the ground next to Tommy with a yelp. “Techno-!? What the fuhuck are you dohoing?”
Techno quickly pinned Wilbur’s hand’s under his knees, but he was careful enough not to hurt them. Techno didn’t speak a word, yet. Phil did the same to Tommy.
“Well, Tommy asked for help. So we’re helping,” Techno deadpanned with a small smirk before vibrating his fingers just above Wilbur’s hip bones, getting a loud shriek out of the brunette.
“I meant both of you go for WilbuhUHUHUR— PHIHIL!” Tommy shrieked at near the same pitch as Wilbur once Phil snuck a hand under Tommy’s shirt, started spidering all over xeir stomach and brushing his wings up and down their sides.
“TEHEHECHNOHO! FUHUCK OHOHOFF, MAHAN!” Wilbur pulled for his hands to be free, but they were weakened from the tickles, therefore failed inevitably.
Techno pretended to think for a moment, as if considering the “request.” “Hmm.. Nah, I think I’ll pass. This is quite adorable, to be honest. Might do continue for a while.”
Wilbur felt the heat rise to his face, he swore it had gone bright pink just then. He whined in embarrassment through his loud laughter.
Tommy was stuck in his own tickly heaven hell. Phil had his wings targeting their neck and ears, which alone would make him melt and giggle away. But Phil also had a finger dipped and wiggling around in Tommy’s navel, the other fingers digging and scritching around it, and his other hand scribbling and squeezing xeir hips. It was torture. Did they love it? Yes. Was he still gonna call it torture? Also yes.
“THIHIHIS IS TOHOHOHORTUHURE!” Tommy tried to free xeir hands, he really did try. But he was weak from the tickles and how hard he was laughing, so he made no progress in freeing them.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Toms~!” Phil grinned, bringing a hand to pinch at his ribs for a few seconds before returning to their hips. Tommy’s face was the same shade of pink as Wilbur’s.
Wilbur struggled through shrieks of laughter, trying to free his hands. Techno laughed at him, but then Wilbur actually free’d his hands. They immediately grabbed Techno’s forearms, pushing him off and pinning him down. Well fuck.
“YEHEHES, WIHIHIL! GEHET HIHIHIM- AAHAHAH!” Tommy shouted, shrieking as Phil blew a raspberry directly on xeir navel.
“Let’s see how you like it!” Wilbur exclaimed, vibrating his fingers in the gaps between Techno’s upper ribs.
“WihihIHILBUhur!” Techno whined through laughter. Now, Techno wasn’t insanely ticklish— the least ticklish one out of SBI. But it was still pretty bad, to him.
“TechnoOooO!” Wilbur mimicked, giggling to himself as he suddenly shot his hands to Techno’s underarms, drilling into the hollows to elicit a small scream, small snorts following after.
“That will never get old,” Phil commented, smiling as he noticed Techno’s ears go red. Then he got an idea. “Say, Tommy, do you snort like that?”
He knew the answer; yes. But he wanted to torture the kid.
“NOHOHO!” Tommy lied, trying to get Phil off of xem before he could do anything. Phil raised an eyebrow.
“Really? Alright, so I’ll go ahead and just—“ Phil cut himself off as he wiggled a finger in Tommy’s navel, causing the younger to squeal as snorts peppered through his laughter. Phil grinned, “Jesus, you and Techno really are brothers, aren’t you? So cute, honestly.”
“Shuhuhut uhup, Phihihil!” Techno thrashed around, desperate to get Wilbur off. But now he was more determined— to get Phil for that ‘cute’ comment. He’s Technoblade! He isn’t cute, he’s intimidating! Scary! Mean! Not cute!
“Christ, Techno, I thought you were a pig, not a buhull.” Wilbur laughed, struggling to keep the pinkette pinned down.
Techno reached over, squeezing Phil’s side which caused the eldest to fall off of Tommy out of surprise, giving xem a break.
“Gotcha!” Techno grinned, pushing Wilbur away and tackling Phil before he could escape. “Laugh for the laugh god, old man!” Techno exclaimed before digging his fingers into Phil’s stomach, scribbling and pinching around the spot and smirking as the man fell into a fit of high pitched laughter. Tommy snickered at the sight before him.
“Yeah, how do you like it, bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, leaning over to poke Phil’s side, but xey were pulled back before they could do anything. Damnit.
“Isn’t this nice, Toms? Those two are busy, now I can get some quality time with my little brother!” Wilbur exclaimed over Phil’s cackles before tasering the younger blonde’s sides.
“WIHILBUR! Nohoho!” Tommy attempted to squirm out of Wilbur’s grasp, but was quickly weakened as the brunette blew a raspberry on the back of xeir neck.
“Why not? Does it tickle too much? I’ve barely done anything,” Wilbur teased, sneaking a hand under Tommy’s shirt to scribble at his bare stomach, relishing in the squeal that emitted from his brother.
Phil was having his own “problem” with Techno, desperate to escape this tickly heaven hell, but Techno was stronger than the man and so he was trapped. “TEHEHECHNOHO!”
“Yeah? What’s up old man? Something botherin’ you?” Techno’s voice was monotone as always, but there was a slight tease to his tone as he vibrated his fingers between the gaps of Phil’s ribs.
“YOU KNOHOW WHAHAHAT’S WROHOHONG!” Phil cackled, slight wheezes escaping from how much he’d been laughing.
“Do I?” The pinkette smirked, leaning down to blow a raspberry on Phil’s neck, eliciting a squeal.
“Wihihil! Lehet mehe gohoho!” Tommy whined through giggles as Wilbur traced shapes into the sides of xeir stomach.
“I’m hardly doing anything,” Wilbur chuckled, “But I can do worse. I think I will, actually!” Without warning, Wilbur blew a raspberry onto Tommy’s neck and dug his fingers into xeir stomach, scribbling and spidering around the sensitive skin. Tommy screamed.
“WIHIHIHIL! NOHOHO THIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAIR!” Tommy squirmed, trying to wiggle their way out of Wilbur’s hold, but it was no use. Wilbur was far stronger than xey were, especially right now.
“Are you trying to escape from me?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so, giggles. You’re trapped in my tickly, tickly grasp~!” Tommy’s voice went bright red, the brunette’s teasing tone was insanely flustering.
Wilbur rested his chin on Tommy’s shoulder, blowing air on the blonde’s ear before whispering, “Tickletickletickle!” Tommy’s ears flushed the same shade of red their face had, letting out a whine at the tease.
Tommy’s arms were trapped, but they could somewhat reach behind him. And he did, latching onto where Wilbur’s back meets their sides, and lightly squeezed the spot as much as he could. Wilbur let go of Tommy to remove xeir hands, and Tommy fell forward. “TOHOMMY!”
Wilbur looked up at Tommy, narrowing his eyes at the younger. “Oh you want to fight? I’ll give you a fight, you little prick!” Wilbur exclaimed before tackling Tommy down, the two of them rolling around on the ground and fighting for the upper hand. Both poking and prodding different spots to attempt to weaken the other, high-pitched giggles emitting from the both of them.
The fight did not end, however, it switched to the two of them tickling each other at the same time. Tommy scribbled over Wilbur’s back, occasionally pinching at the backs and sides of their ribs, and Wilbur was poking and squeezing around Tommy’s stomach and sides. The two shrieked out curses and protests at each other, wide smiles on their flushed faces.
Techno looked over at the two rolling around on the floor together and grinned, “You two are adorable.”
“Ihi wihIHIHILL KIHIHILL YOHohou TOHOHOMMY! Bahastahard!” Wilbur squealed, getting hold of one of Tommy’s wrists and holding xeir arm above their head before using his free hand to vibrate his fingers on Tommy’s underarm. Tommy shrieked, immediately falling defenseless and bringing xeir free hand to push away Wilbur’s— which resulted in Wilbur now having hold of both of Tommy’s hands.
Wilbur quickly pinned Tommy by sitting on xeir legs, holding their arms above their head with one hand. “You messed with the wrong person, Toms~” Wilbur teased, grinning evilly as he saw the teen’s widened eyes and bright red face. “Now you will face my wrath of tickles, you little prick!” He quickly lifted Tommy’s shirt, blowing a long raspberry right in the middle of xeir stomach. Tommy screamed, and Techno paused his torture to Phil to look over.
“Are you trying to murder him?” Techno questioned, a smirk on his face when he saw the state of the demon hybrid below Wilbur.
“I said I would!” Wilbur exclaimed before leaning down to blow another raspberry, directly on Tommy’s navel.
“FUHUHUCK, WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, squirming left to right and bucking xeir hips as much as possible. It was torturous. He loved it… but torturous.
Phil had practically melted on the floor, being given a break by Techno. He himself was unsure if he could take anymore tickles; he was pretty tired by this point. He noticed the pinkette about to start again.
“Tehechno- nohoho mohore..” Phil was quiet, luckily Techno had very good hearing and he let up, getting off of Phil and sitting next to him. Maybe the good hearing wasn’t very good for Techno himself, given the high pitched screeching coming from Tommy right next to him as Wilbur continued to wreck the youngest of the four.
“PLEHEHEASE WIHIHIL!” Tommy bucked his hips more as Wilbur brought down their hand to pinch and drill his thumbs into both of xeir hips. Tommy started trying to push Wilbur away, so the brunette quickly pinned Tommy’s hands under his knees. He was careful not to hurt Tommy in the process.
“Aww, is it bad?” Wilbur teased, “Thought you were a big man, Tommy! Surely you’re strong enough to handle a little bit of tickling, right~?” Tommy shook his head frantically through shrieky laughter and giggles, kicking his legs as much as he could with Wilbur sitting on them.
Wilbur brought up one hand to dig their fingers into Tommy’s ribs, vibrating his fingers in the gaps and pinching at the bones. His other hand switched between pinching at Tommy’s hips to scribbling over xeir stomach. “THIHIS IHIHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!”
Wilbur smirked, “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” He leaned down to blow a raspberry on xeir neck before whispering in their ear, “Tktktktk~” The brunette’s smirk turned to a grin as he watched Tommy’s blush spread to his ears and down his neck.
“Flustered, Tommy?” Techno commented from beside the two, gently pinching Tommy’s side and chuckling when xey flinched with a small squeal.
“FUHUCK OHOHOFF!” The youngest shrieked as Wilbur blew another raspberry on their stomach.
“That’s not very nice, Toms. Be nice to your brothers,” Phil spoke up with a small smile on his face. Tommy whined as now everyone in the room was against him.
“THEHEHEY’RE BEHEING DIHIHIHICKS!” Tommy tried to free his hands to bring his arms down. Xey were desperate to defend themself from this torture. Wilbur had his free hand scribbling and digging his fingers into Tommy’s stomach, he wasn’t being too rough so that it wouldn’t hurt, only tickled. Badly.
The demon hybrid squeaked as there was a soft, feathery feeling on his neck— Phil’s wings. The mixture of gentle and rough tickles were almost unbearable. “OHOhoh fohOHOR FUHUCKS SAHAKE! PHIL!”
“You haven’t once said stop, Tommy, we know you love this~” Techno teased lightly, smiling at the flustered state of the younger as he delivered a few pokes to xeir side.
“Look at him, all red and flustered! Awh,” Phil cooed, scribbling his fingers against the side of Tommy’s neck.
“Xey’re so ticklish, it’s just so adorable. I may not be able to handle it, I might explode from the cuteness.” Wilbur joked to Techno and Phil, slowing the tickles as the three of them talked about Tommy as if he wasn’t even there. This flustered Tommy more than it should have.
“Ihihi aham RIHIGHT hehehere!” Tommy giggled out, finally freeing their hands to push Wilbur’s away and cover his face.
“Oh, I’m sorry Tommy. Do you need all of my attention on you? You need more tickles? Is that it? Hmm~?” Wilbur teased, poking at Tommy’s stomach and allowing xem to keep their hands free. Under one condition.
“How about we play a little game,” Wilbur grinned, eyeing Techno and Phil. The two immediately understood what he was about to have Tommy do. Wilbur gently grabbed Tommy’s wrists, focusing back on him as he lifted their arms. “You keep your arms up like this, and you can’t let them down. Or else.” They spoke in a teasing tone, his grin forming more into a smirk when the look on Tommy’s face mixed with panic, excitement, and flusteredness. Xey nodded, already trembling at the sight of Wilbur, Techno, and Phil with their hands in the shapes of claws. He’s so dead. A dead man. Gone.
Wilbur looked at him with a look that said, “Ready?” Tommy nodded again, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and taking in a sharp breath to brace himself, but it wasn’t much help as he immediately shrieked at both of Wilbur’s hands digging into xeir stomach, scribbling and pinching and tasering against the sensitive skin. Techno soon followed, squeezing up and down Tommy’s thighs and occasionally scribbling beneath their knees. Not a good day for Tommy to wear shorts. Phil joined in, his wings brushing against Tommy’s neck and ears while he used his hands to pinch and scribble on xeir sides and ribs. This was entirely TORTURE.
“GUHUHUHUYS!” Tommy screamed, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold them up. How was he expected to do this!? They could have at least made it easier for him!
“THIHIS IHIHIS UHUHUNFAHA- AAHAHA WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs as best as he could and bringing down their arms to shove at Wilbur’s head as he blew a long raspberry on xeir navel, then taking a breath before going back to nibble on their stomach. Tommy’s laughter fell silent for a second as he threw his head back, immediately screaming again before falling into laughter once again. He could hardly speak, really only making out the words “FUHUHUCK!” and “NOHOHO!”
Wilbur obviously noticed that Tommy brought his arms down, but he also noticed how his laughter had fallen silent for a moment then grew to be raspy as the boy could barely even speak anymore. He wasn’t going to continue, not roughly. He gestured for Phil and Techno to stop as he let Tommy go. Wilbur immediately pulled Tommy to a hug, gently rubbing his back as a gesture of comfort and resting their chin on xeir head. Tommy breathed heavily as he buried his face against Wilbur’s chest, taking in big gulps of air as he began to relax in Wilbur’s hold. Phil cooed out loud at the two.
“Did I, or, we, go too far, Toms?” Wilbur asked, his voice gentle. Tommy shook his head no.
Eventually, Tommy looked up at Wilbur. His face was bright red, dried tears on their face, now with a small smile and still squinted eyes. Wilbur couldn’t help himself;
“Awwh!”
Tommy hid his face again out of embarrassment, yelping as Wilbur stood up and moved Tommy to carry xem bridal style. Techno placed a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder as he got a look at the teen in the brunette’s arms. He smiled fondly.
The four men all silently agreed on just relaxing in the main room of the house. Tommy stayed huddled close to Wilbur, clinging to him like a koala to a tree branch.
He may have been tired —all four of them were, honestly, but Tommy especially—, but that didn’t stop him from delivering a few pokes to the three men he was surrounded by, smiling at the small yelps and muffled giggles from each of them.
He deserved at least a little revenge for all of that, right?
Tommy was quiet, which was odd, but he did have a good reason, he wanted to sneak up on Philza.
Tommy walked slowly, and quietly opened the door to the room Phil was in. He entered the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He approached Phil, who was sat on the bed, then took a few steps back before running, jumping behind Phil.
He learned from Wilbur.
“PHILZA!” Tommy poked the olders sides with a grin.
Phil wasn’t doing much spacing out on the bed. He was thinking about shit going on, not the time and place to say what though. He flinched and jumped with a squawk, wings high up in the air, as he looked behind to see Tommy.
“Tommy what are you-!” Phil cut himself off upon realizing he was being tickled, covering his mouth and biting his lip.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Tommy asked, squeezing up and down Phil’s sides, one hand moving to target his ribs while the other got his sides. “Tickling you, obviously.”
Phil squirmed slightly, small muffled snorts escaped his mouth as his ribs were touched, he bit his lip, trying his best to not laugh as the sensations increased more on his very ticklish body.
“Really Phil, tickling you too pieces and you won’t laugh for me? Come on, old man!” Tommy then blew a raspberry in the crook of Phil’s neck, grinning against the skin, as they moved a hand to scribble at his belly.
And that was the breaking point.
Phil squeaked and hunched forward, snickering and squirming. He wasn’t going to laugh, not gonna laugh, not gonna laugh not gonna laugh-
OH WAIT FUCK.
“PFFFT-HAHAHAHAHA! Hahahaha! Ahahaha! Nohoho-! Hahahaha!” Phil broke into loud wheezy happy giggles, squirming and laughing as his stomach was touched, squeaking once near his navel, wings twitching once his fingers was near it, his mouth was surprisingly still covered.
“There it is!” Tommy grinned, moving their positions and having Phil lay on his back, so he could pin the older down to have more access. Tommy lifted Phil’s shirt and blew a raspberry on his stomach, picking his head back up to see Philza’s reaction.
Phil squirmed and kicked attempting to escape from being pinned, wings flapping uselessly on the bedsheets, which some blankets flew off onto the ground below.
“AHAHAHAHA! NO! NO! NAHAHAT RASSBERRIES HAHAHAHAHA!” Phil cackled as he squirmed left and right, he arched his back up, kicking his legs out. He was slightly enjoying himself, he’s never been tickled this much, except once in his childhood.
Tommy blew a quicker, smaller raspberry just above Phil’s navel, gently squeezing his sides to let him know that he’d be done soon. The younger knew he hadn’t been tickled this much before: didn’t want to overwhelm him. “Why not? Does it tickle?”
Phil really wanted them to continue, he just couldn’t say it out loud. “Hehehe! Nohoho!” Phil giggled, his ears twitched and flapped, trying to say to Tommy to keep going. He can take it, he likes this.
“No? No? Then why are you laughing?” The younger reached behind him and quickly squeezed Phil’s thighs and knees before returning to targetting his sides.
Phil squealed, kicking his legs out, as he squirmed and cackled. He removed his hands from his mouth as he laughed. “ITIT TICKLES!”
“Yes, Phil, it is supposed to tickle. I’m tickling you.” The teen chuckled to himself, bringing his hands to vibrate his fingers into Phil’s underarms.
“Eep! Hahahaha!” Phil brought his arms down on top of Tommy’s hands, giggles slipping from his mouth as he attempted to catch his breath.
“You trapped my hands,” Tommy very obviously was lying, he could easily take his hands away. “You need to lift up your arms.”
Phil just couldn’t help himself but to laugh, it really tickles! Tommy speeding up the process made Phil giggle and keep his arms down.
“Philll~” Tommy teased, scratching at his hollows.
Phil giggled as his wing ears flapped and fluttered in anticipation, he slowly raised his arms up, flustered and red in the face, giggling quietly, he couldn’t help it, he liked it, and it tickled so much!
Tommy blinked, bit suprised Phil would be that quick, the younger wouldn’t be anyway.
Tommy removed his hands and then unpinned Phil, sitting next to the older with a wide grin. “Sneak attack, bitch.”
“Hehehehehe…whew…” Phil rolled onto his side, ears still flapping, as he hid his entire body with his wings, giggling quietly.
Tommy tilted his head. “You alright?” He now had a small smile on his face, running a hand through Phil’s hair.
Phil’s ears twitched from Tommy’s fingers near the tips of his feathered flapping areas on both sides of his head.
“Hehehe…! Not…used to being tickled like that…!” Phil tries containing his laughter from the tingling still on his body, he giggled still trying to catch his breath, his wing ears twitching still.
“My bad. We both know you loved it though,” Tommy teased lightheartedly, bringing his hand away and laying back on the bed.
Phil giggling slowed down as he laid on the bed, curling up slightly, he smirked, moving his hand under Tommy shirt and lightly as possible wiggling his fingers on Tommy’s belly. “Revenge little gigglebird~”
Tommy gasped, immediately turning away and covering his mouth to muffle his giggles. “No- nononoho! G- Go away!” His voice was muffled behind his hands.
Phil pulled Tommy close, scribbling up and down his sides and wiggling his fingers between his ribs, making sure the younger cracked. “Nope! Revenge gigglebird!”
Tommy tried to hold out. He really did. And he failed.
“Nohohoho! Ihihi dihiHIDN’T DOHO ANYTHIHihing!” He tried to squirm away, but were quickly weakened from laughing and from the tickles.
Phil cooed. “Dawww! There we go!” He squeezed his stomach, scribbling against his back ribs. “This is revenge for earlier! We will make it even later!”
“PIHIHISS OHOFFF!” Tommy curled in on himself as best he could, weakly pushing at Phil’s hands. His face was bright red, which made him thankful to be facing away from Phil.
Phil giggles, squeezing their hips, giggling to themselves. He couldn’t help it it was too cute.
Tommy shrieked, bucking his hips up and kicking out his legs. He made sure not to hit Phil, thankfully. “I DID NOHOHOTHING TO YOHOU!”
Phil smirked, giggling and blowing a raspberry on his stomach and hips, lightly nibbling on his sides.
“PFHAHAHA- NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THAHAT PLEHEHEASE!” Tommy weakly tried to push Phil’s head away with one hand, the other in a fist and punching the matress they lay on. It was almost unbearable.. almost.
“Ack-!” Phil was, well, let himself, be pushed onto his back by Tommy, he stopped completely, laying on the bed on his back, Tommy lunging for the other, Phil following behind.
The two were playfully wrestling and laughing together, it ended with Tommy having the upper hand on Phil, the two of them out of breath.
Tommy went limp for a few miniutes while taking in big gulps of air, his chest rising up and down with every breath.
“You little shihit,” Tommy muttered before springing up again and scribbling all over Phil’s stomach. “Fight me, bitch!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Phil broke into cackles which sounded like his normal laugh, just more wheezy, Phil immediately went limp once his stomach was tickled, squirming left and right to try and get Tommy off.
“Deserved!” Tommy exclaimed, vibrating his fingers against the gaps betwen Phil’s ribs with one hand, using the other to pinch at his hips.
Phil squirmed more. “TOMMY! NAHAHAT THAT-!” He was cut off by multiple flustered snorts escaping his mouth. “HAHAHA! NOHOHO!”
“Yes this! You deserve this!” Tommy exclaimed, speeding up the tickles.
Phil cackled loudly and squealed. “HAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT DID I DO?!”
“You know what you did! You were very mean to me!” Tommy whined playfully, poking Phil’s stomach a few times before going back to his ribs, pinching up and down and vibrating his fingers against the bones.
“AH! HAHA! NOHOHO I WAS NOT-! HAHAHAHA!” Phil squirmed and tried covering his ribs with his hands, before he eventually wrapped his wings around his body, attempting to hide his flustered self.
“Wha- Yes you were, you prick!” Tommy flinched back a little when Phil covered himself with his wings. Now he couldn’t do anything.
“Move your damn wings-“ Tommy reached to try and gently get them out of the way, but he was afraid of harming the older and retracted his hand, instead just sitting with their hands in their lap, thinking. Phil wrapped himself more into the blanket- well his wings, should he even call them a blanket?
Tommy poked Phil’s wings noticing how the older flinched, he blinked then smiled. “Christ, man, are you juspt a walking tickle spot?” He questioned before running his fingers through the feathers of the older’s wings, his smile widening as the feeling of the feathers tickled his own hands, and the fact Phil lowered his wings, finally.
“Hehehehehehe! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!” Phil attempted to hide his flustered self into his hands, giggling and laughing wildly.
“No, none of that. You’ve already hidden yourself with your wings,” Tommy quickly and gently grabbed Phil’s hands, pulling them away and above the man’s head with one of his hands, the other still at Phil’s wings. “You’re not hiding with your hands, too.”
“You’re very flustered,” Tommy observed, “it’s adorable.” He lightly scribbled on Phil’s neck, switching to tracing his ear, and back and forth so Phil wouldn’t get used to it.
Phil giggled at the tickling on his neck and ears, his laughter was sweet, he giggles like a little kid, his blush getting darker, as he attempted to free his hands from Tommy. “Hehehehehehe! Hehehehe! Mahahate! Hahahaha-That tickles!”
Tommy tilted his head. “No, really? It does? I didn’t think me tickling you would tickle. Does this tickle as well? Come on man, you gotta tell me.” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he snuck a hand past Phil’s wings to squeeze up and down his sides. “It’s so obvious you like this, you let up so easily. Cute.”
“Hehehehehehe! Hehehehe!” Phil giggled, squirming slightly, small chirps peppering through his snorts and laughter.
“Phil, you gotta answer me. You’re adorable giggles aren’t enough to tell me what does and doesn’t tickle, for all I know you could be laughing at me! Are you making fun of me, old man?” Tommy tried to force his smile down, but it was near impossible. He giggled quietly, Phil’s laughter being contagious and that he found the man’s situation a little funny. “Are you? Are you?” With every ‘are you,’ Tommy poked Phil’s stomach. “Hm? Are you?”
“EEP! Hehehehe!” Phil giggled, his flustered blush getting more and more red. He couldn’t help but to laugh, it tickled for him!
“Phiilll~ You’re not answering me, guess I’ll just have to do this..” Tommy spoke with a teasing tone, very quickly and carefully moving Phil’s wings out of the way, so he could lift the older’s shirt and blow a raspberry right on the center of his stomach.
Phil screamed, squealing loudly. “HAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT-HAHAHAHAHA!” Phil flopped onto his back, cackling loudly, he couldn’t even respond because of his loud happy laughter.
“What was that? Did you say something? I can’t hear you through all this laughter. This is very serious Phil, that you would make fun of me, and you’re still laughing!” Tommy grinned— he knew exactly what he was doing, he looked at Phil before lowering his head again to blow another raspberry.
“HAHAHAHA! NOHOHO NAHAHAT ANOTHER-HAHAHA!” Phil cackled and flapped his wings, tears of laughter were beginning to form at the corner of his eyes.
“Yes another!” Tommy exclaimed, blowing another small raspberry directly on Phil’s navel.
“Hahahaha! HAHAHAHA NOHOHAHAHAHA!” Phil squealed, eventually the tears fell, and stroked his face as he laughed, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists. “OKAY OKAY IM SORRY-PLEASE! MERCY!”
Once Tommy stopped, Phil still had tears still streaking his face, he was still blushing, flustered, as a few small chirps escaped his mouth, he practically became a giggly pile of goo, as he laid there almost lifeless.
Tom Nook comes over to Nook's Cranny, to see how the twins are doing. When talking about their day, Tommy brings up a funny story, that Timmy isn't nearly as fond of...This, naturally, leads to a bunch of tomfoolery.
I FINISHED THE LAST TICKLETOBER FANFIC! I'M DONE DAY 31! I'M DONE! I'm gonna get them all uploaded here, probably right now so I can get them done and out of the way. HALLELUJAH! WOOOO! I'm so glad I got them done! And during exams, no less! I hope you all enjoy!
Tom Nook opened the door to the Nook’s Cranny, and looked up to see the twins. “Hello Timmy, hello Tommy.” Tom greeted.
“Hi Nook!” Both the twins greeted him.
“How was work?” Timmy asked.
“Work went well. [Player] paid off the loan!” Tom reacted.
“That’s great!” Both the twins responded.
“We sold 8 things today!” Tommy declared.
“We sold 3 items from the display, and 5 items from the cabinet.” Timmy told Tom.
“That’s good to hear.” Tom reacted. “Did [Player] have anything to sell?”
Timmy and Tommy looked at each other, before nodding their heads. “Yeah…[Player] sold 71 items today, making a total of 144,390 bells today.” Timmy told Tom.
“Wonderful to hear, yes, yes.” Tom responded.
“[Player] told us that they went on a plane ride with Wilber today.” Tommy admitted.
“Oh really?” Tom responded.
“Yeah! And [Player] even ran into Gulliver.” Timmy admitted.
“Gulliver? Again?” Tom looked at Timmy and Tommy, confused. “What happened to him this time?” He asked.
“The same thing that happens every time.” Timmy told him. “He fell overboard.”
“Well, I figured that. But…how?” Tom asked next.
Tommy giggled. “He and his crewmates got into a tickle fight, and he fell overboard!” He explained.
“Oh goodness…” Tom muttered. “Well, that is a story, indeed.” He admitted.
“It’s the funniest story so far.” Tommy admitted.
“Falling overboard is funny to you?” Timmy asked.
“No…But being tickled into falling overboard is pretty funny, hehe!” Tommy admitted.
“Is it?” Tom smiled and sat down at the stool behind the cash register.
“A little bit.” Tommy admitted.
Timmy cleared his throat. “Tommy…” Timmy turned to look at his brother. “Imagine running around the boat, just having a tickle fight…and then next thing you know, you’re in the water.” Timmy described.
“That sounds so fun!” Tommy reacted.
“Fun?” Tom asked with a smile, just watching the two twins debate.
“No way…that doesn’t sound fun to me.” Timmy admitted.
“Well…It could be because Tommy likes swimming and you don’t.” Tom explained to Timmy.
“It’s not about the swimming…” Timmy admitted.
“Oh?” Tom tilted his head.
Tommy leaned closer to his twin brother. “Is it the tickle-tickle-tickles?” Tommy teased, wiggling his paws.
Timmy squeaked and covered his snout. “Nooooo!” He whined.
“What’s wrong, Timmy?” Tommy asked. “Is someone…scared?” He teased, gasping and cupping his own cheeks.
“Tommy…” Tom warned.
“What? I’m telling the truth!” Tommy reacted. “And the truth is…Timmy’s ticklish~” Tommy teased, wiggling his paws at him again.
“Tommy, stop!” Timmy whined.
“But Tommy, you’re not telling the truth in a nice way.” Tom told him.
“Yeah! So stop it!” Timmy ordered.
Tommy smirked and poked his side. “Boop!”
“eEEK! TOMMY!” Timmy growled and took off towards him.
Sensing that Timmy was trying to get him, Tommy took off running the other way. “aAH!” He shrieked and ran away from him in a circle. “NO!”
“Can’t take what you dish out, Tommy?” Tom asked him, smirking a little.
“Tom, NO!” Tommy yelled as he kept running from his twin brother.
“Get back here!” Timmy yelled, before tackling him down. “Gotcha!”
“Timmy!” Tommy yelped and squealed as his belly was attacked. “DOHON’T! PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” Tommy begged.
“Oh wow…He really can’t.” Tom muttered, surprised.
“Yeah! It’s because he’s so much more ticklish than me!” Timmy admitted.
“BEHEHE QUIHIHIET!” Tommy yelled.
“Nah…I don’t think I will~” Timmy declared, tickling his belly with both of his claws. “Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo~” He teased.
“TIHIHIHIMMYYY!” Tommy squealed and shook his head. “STAHAHAHAP IHIHIT!”
“Stop what?” Timmy asked, giggling.
“STAHAHAP TIHICKLING MEEHEHEHEE!” Tommy laughed and tried to get away. But when he turned himself over, he lost his footing and fell onto his bottom. “Ow…” Tommy muttered for a moment…Only for Timmy to go RIGHT BACK to tickling. “NonONOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHA!” Tommy leaned back to the ground, and cackled in a super high-pitched voice.
“Oh my…” Tom stared as Timmy completely wrecked his twin brother. “P-Perhaps we can pause this fight and head back home?” Tom asked them.
“No way!” Timmy declared. “This is so much fun!” He told Tom rather happily.
“It might be for you…” Tom told him. “But what about Tommy?”
“Tommy said that being tickled is funny!” Timmy admitted. “And…I can see it now. It IS pretty funny!” Timmy admitted.
“He meant in the context of being tickled and falling overboard.” Tom told him.
Timmy looked at Tommy. “Did you really mean it like that?” Timmy asked him.
“HAHAHA- YEHEHEHES!” Tommy admitted.
“Alright! Then I’m allowed to tickle him!” Timmy declared before moving his paws up to his ears.
“eeEEEEHEEHEEEK! NOHO EEEHEHEHEEARS!” Tommy whined and tried to cover up his ears, but to no avail.
“But I want to!” Timmy declared. “Your giggles are really funny!” Timmy admitted next.
“Are they even giggles at this point?” Tom asked him.
“I mean, yeah. What else could they be?” Timmy asked.
“They sound more like squeals by this point.” Tom admitted.
“Hmmm…Nah.” Timmy traced one finger up the back of his brother’s little raccoon ear. This made a big, high-pitched squeal leave the poor twin’s mouth. Timmy looked at Tom proudly. “Now THAT is a Tommy squeal!” He declared.
Tom chuckled and shook his head. He didn’t expect Timmy to be such a mischievous raccoon! I mean, Tom knew all too well how playful Tommy can be, but Timmy? He’s used to Timmy taking a back seat to the showmanship and helping with the behind-the-scenes stuff of the business. So to say Tom Nook was impressed by his charisma, would be understating it.
“PLEHEHEHEASE HEHEHELP!” Tommy yelled. “IHIHI’M SOHOHORRYYYY!”
“Sorry for what?” Timmy asked him casually.
“FOHOHOR TEEHEHEASING YOHOHOHOU!” Tommy shouted back.
“Hmmmm…” Timmy looked Tommy up and down, and slowly smirked. “Nah.” He shoved his paws into his underarms. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
Tom widened his eyes as an exclamation point went off over his head. “Oh my…You’re really not forgiving him?” Tom asked him.
“Well, why would I?” Timmy asked.
“He just apologized to you. Maybe a little mercy would be nice.” Tom told him.
“Do you know how many times Tommy has apologized to me, only for him to go right back to the same stupid pranks?” Timmy asked Tom. “I’m not forgiving him that easily.”
Tom smirked and walked up. “Then let me help.” He spoke up.
Timmy and Tommy both looked at Tom, surprised.
“NO!” Tommy shouted.
“Wait, really?! You wanna help?!” Timmy asked him, sounding excited.
“Well…” Tom gently picked up Tommy. “At least let me get him off your back.” Tom told him.
“NO, NO, NO! UNFAIR! UN-” Tommy’s words quickly paused the moment he saw his paws touch the floor. “-fair…” Tommy looked up as Tom let go of him. “What-?”
“Wait, WHAT?!” Timmy screeched as he was suddenly picked up by Tom Nook, and tickled all over his neck and ears. “eeEEEHEEHEHEHEHEE!” Timmy squealed.
“Now THAT is a REAL squeal!” Tom declared. “This appears to be my first time hearing such a sound leave your mouth.” Tom reacted.
“NOHOHOHOHO!” Timmy yelled.
“Oh, yes-yes. Indeed it is.” Tom admitted.
“Wow…Thanks Tom!” Tommy reacted, somewhat surprised by his involvement.
“No problem, Tommy.” He responded. “Now, how ticklish is this little neck of yours?” Tom asked the boy, going for the back of Timmy’s neck next.
“NonoNOHOHOHAHAHA! BAHAHAHA!” Timmy’s ears flopped back slightly as he tried to hide his neck. “TOM PLEEEHEEEHEEEHEEASE!”
“Poor little baby…Can’t handle what you dish out, hmm?” Tom teased.
And that is exactly why the shop ended up closing half an hour later than expected.
This is all just fluff, literally no plot, just fluff
Word Count: 1,857
Warnings: None
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
THIS IS ALL PLATONIC, DON'T YOU DARE BRING SHIPPING INTO THIS YA NASTIES
Tommy sighs blissfully, tightening his hold on the warm figure underneath him and nuzzles into the soft sweater against his cheek. A soft, fond laugh flutters his curls, soon followed by a hand carding gently through the golden hair. Tommy immediately lets out a content hum, pressing up into the contact before settling back down into Wilbur’s chest, his smile etched permanently into his cheeks.
This was what he’d been craving, what he'd needed. After weeks of vlogging, and editing, and seemingly endless work, he’d been given the opportunity to relax. Well, ‘given’ is kind of the wrong word. It was more Wilbur barging into his flat without warning to kidnap him and forcefully take care of him. Not that Tommy was complaining of course. He’d willingly let the musician steal him away from his work any day, and besides, he needed the break. He was sure his eyes were going to turn into squares with how long he’d been staring at his computer screen.
As well as Tommy's own relentless hard work, Wilbur has been over doing it himself too. The Lovejoy tour took a lot out of him, and he was well overdue for a break. His band mates had put their foot down when Wilbur just about smashed into a door frame from stumbling around in his exhaustion. Ash was similarly tired after getting back from New York and having to jump straight into the Lovejoy gigs. The musicians all agreed they needed some time to recoup, and Wilbur's immediate go-to was his little brother. They hadn't seen each other in weeks, the world was without the Crime Boys and Wilbur wouldn't stand for it a minute longer. Air-go, kidnapping the blonde and bringing him back to his own flat for take out and cuddles.
It was a great relaxation combo.
Wilbur’s hand smooths over his unruly curls once more, earning a pleased noise from the boy when he scratches at the scalp too. The brunette holding him so tenderly breathes out a quiet huff, fondness crinkling his eyes and softening his brow. “Sunshine,” Wilbur murmurs quietly, thumb brushing along Tommy’s forehead, soothing the small wrinkles building there. “My sunshine.”
Tommy mumbles incoherently, nudging his cheek further into Wilbur’s sweater in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. “...’hush, Wil,” he murmurs, pretending there isn’t a soft, pink flush slowly warming his face. “‘M trying to sleep.”
Wilbur chuckles, warm and rich and loving. The arm still wrapped around Tommy’s waist tightens for a moment, Wilbur’s other hand cupping the boy’s jaw and holding it there, an endeared smile lifting the man’s lips when Tommy leans into it fully. “Sweet boy,” he whispers, unable to help himself. Tommy groans into his chest, a shy grin lifting his lips as he lightly bats at Wilbur’s arm.
“Stoooop,” he grumbles light-heartedly, “soft motherfucker.”
Wilbur coos, hand still cradling Tommy’s face easing it to lift up towards him. ”Awww, you’re blushing, Toms,” quietly murmurs Wilbur, heart melted to goo at Tommy’s red face and flustered smile. “It’s really cute bubs, very endearing- wha- hey. Hey, no, you’re not allowed to hide. Let me see you-” A startled, fond laugh mingles in Wilbur’s words as Tommy wrenches his face from Wilbur’s gentle grasp and shoves it into his sweater, ears burning brightly.
“Tommyyyy~” Wilbur coos, giggles blending into the fond murmur. “Stop hiding sweetheart, let me see your smile.”
“Get fucked.” Tommy’s flustered grumble rises into the air, laced with enjoyment and thinly veiled shyness. “Actually die. Bastard.”
Wilbur pouts, despite Tommy not being able to see it. “But Toms,” he says, - he does not whine, not at all - “This is my Tommy Time, T.T if you will, I had to wait weeks for this.”
“And you’ve got me, now shut up, you’re annoying.”
“You wound me brother.”
“Good. Perish.”
“Hey-”
Tommy takes a fistful of Wilbur’s jumper, burrowing impossibly closer into his chest and lets out a long breath, his smile unable to be hidden even if he tries. Wilbur's antics were amusing no matter how tired he was. “You’re such a dramatic piece of shit. Why are you like this?”
Wilbur scoffs, but it sounds unbearably fond. His hands are gently sliding underneath Tommy’s jaw to cup his face once more, thumbs brushing over his cheeks, temples, and brow and melting the boy into goo. Wilbur presses a kiss to the crown of Tommy’s hair, then gently knocks the bridge of nose into his forehead. With a voice like velvet, he answers Tommy's light-hearted jab.
“I’ve missed you.”
The admittance was easy. It was always easy. Though the reaction his soft words bring forth is an adorable surprise. Tommy’s fading flush returns, and he presses his head against Wilbur’s like a cat, having to lean up a fraction to achieve it.
“I’ve missed you too.” The words were just as genuine as his older brother’s, and Tommy meant it with all of his heart. Wilbur makes a content noise, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in the comfortable warmth of his surrogate sibling.
He huffs a soft laugh as a thought crosses his mind. “I’m glad you did. I was afraid Ash would replace me as a big brother while you were in New York.”
“Well, I never said that didn't happen- hEHEhehey!” Tommy is thrown into a fit of breathy giggles as Wilbur’s fingers slip under his jumper in an instant to skitter gently at his bare sides.
Wilbur grins softly, tickling the boy with a feather-light touch that has him giggling up a storm. “Please, go on Tommy, don’t let me stop you. What were you saying?”
“Yohou're a pehetty bastard-” Tommy presses out, his hand in Wilbur’s jumper tightens as the sensations crawl over his sensitive midsection. "Aehehey-! Alrihight, alrihight! S-Stophit!"
"Say I'm your older brother and Ash isn't," challenges Wilbur with a mischievous giggle.
Tommy squirms the best he can in his limited space, weighed down by Wilbur's arms and his own tiredness. "Eheat shihit ahand dihie!"
He only falls into louder giggles as Wilbur attacks his ribs gently, the touch similar to the feeling of a spider scuttling around. "Say it Tommy, or your ticklish belly is next~" he coos, nails gliding over the grooves and spaces between Tommy's ribs in an unguessable pattern.
Tommy whines and kicks the arm of the couch as he tries to get a hold of his tumbling giggles, which as you can guess, was not going as planned. “I-Ihihihi- yohohou bihihitch- dohohon’t-”
“Come on, Tommy boy,” repeats Wilbur with a snicker, nimble fingers gently pinching and scritching along his tender ribs in a way that has Tommy writhing and giggling madly. “Come on~ I can do this all day, you know.”
“Wil- WihiHIHIlbuhuhuhur!” Tommy’s voice gave in to a squeal, his body contorting to hide his soft stomach which has now fallen victim to Wilbur’s wiggling nails as promised. His eyes squeeze shut and his laughter jumps higher in octaves as one of his most ticklish spots is being attacked. “Plehehease- Wihihihil ihihit’s sohoho bahahad!”
Wilbur giggles, though he does slow his fingers down to simply tracing around the sensitive skin, a small scratch appearing here or there to keep Tommy on his toes. The boy giggles, high pitched and mirthful, as the attack persists on his stomach.
"Yohohou're suhuhuch aha dihick," he gasps, grinning up at Wilbur with wet lashes.
Wilbur hums in agreement, priding himself on his gremlin nature. "I'm not hearing you admit it," he pesters for the hell of it, smirking down at the blonde.
Tommy lightly smacks his arm, shoulders bouncing with his lingering giggling. "Y-Yohou're- yohou're mihiy fahavorite brother," Tommy gasps out, managing to stick a hand behind him to hold Wilbur's wrist, not pushing him away, just hanging on. "Ash ihis stihill my brohother though, I wohon't say he ihisn't."
The gentle barrage ceases entirely, per the agreement. Tommy breaths out a grateful sigh, mirth on the edge of his voice as he playfully mutters, "Jesus Christ, you're gonna kill me one of these days with those attacks."
Wilbur didn't respond.
Tommy lifted his head to look at Wilbur and his eyebrows shot up to his receding hairline. "..Will?"
Wilbur was staring at Tommy with stars in his eyes, dewy tears clinging to the edges of his lashes.
Tommy startled into sitting up on his elbows, worriedly taking in Wilbur's shell shocked expression. "Are you okay? What's wro-"
Tommy choked on his words when Wilbur yanked him into his chest once more, hugging him with such ferocity Tommy swore he felt his ribs creak in warning.
"W-Wil, Wilbur-"
Wilbur eases up on the tight hug and kisses Tommy's forehead instead, bringing him back under his chin and nuzzling into the soft hair almost as if he was afraid Tommy would disappear if he didn't hang on. "You're my favourite too," he murmurs, "I love you buddy. I love you so much."
Tommy stares into Wilbur's jumper then burrows the best he can into the soft fabric, heart squeezing in affection. Silence cloaks the room for a while before Tommy's shaking voice breaks it.
"Asshole."
Wilbur laughs loudly, throwing his head back in his mirth and hugging Tommy close, legs coming up to entangle with the boy's own. Tommy tries to hug him tighter than he already is in turn.
"I love you too," he grumbles. "You're a prick for making me cry."
"Almost making you cry," Wilbur corrects, smirking at Tommy who glares back, tear track free.
"I'll cry at you in spite. Watch me."
"Consider me terrified," Wilbur concedes lightly, patting Tommy's head. "My worst nightmare; Tommyinnit spite crying at me."
"You'd better believe it, bitch."
Wilbur snickers, prodding Tommy's side and getting a sharp yelp. "Settle child."
"Says the dickhead who keeps poking me, you know my soft spot is my sides."
"Older bother privileges. Deal with it."
"Absolutely fucking not-"
Tommy quickly scribbles into Wilbur's upper ribs causing the man to screech loudly and scramble to sit up, wrenching away Tommy's hands the best he could.
"Tohohommy!"
"Younger brother privileges bitch!" Tommy crows loudly, grinning widely as he takes Wilbur apart. This spot is known to him and a few select others, secretly kept as it breaks the man down faster than side poking.
True to that statement, Wilbur was in fits of breathy cackles, trying to squirm away while Tommy was entangled with him.
"Oh, like hell you will." Tommy's fingers dive into Wilbur's hips, squeezing mercilessly and delighting in the scream Wilbur lets out.
"FUHUCK TOHOM!"
"Yeah, bitch! Laugh it up!"
Wilbur's shrieks of laughter bounce through the house, brought on by his little brother intent on revenge. No doubt Tommy would get a taste of his own medicine as soon as Wilbur could find an escape route. Getting away scot free for this kind of treason? Yeah right, not under Wilbur's roof.
In their defence, they'd missed one another, and they needed to make up for lost time of driving each other mad.
FOX THANK YOU! AHH FINALLY I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY FAVORITES! @the-midnight-fox
This might be long, hehe Whoops! :] /gen /pos
This is Lee/Ler Tommy! And Lee/Ler!Ranboo! I hope you all enjoyy! :]
Lee!Tommy:
-Now I can talk about Tommy alll day so be warned for another time that this might be long but AH!
-Our precious sunshine is literally the best!
-I headcannon personally (and it's been confirmed) that he has extremely ticklish sides! And man do I just wanna squeeze them and watch him jump and giggle and try to move away it's ahh!
-there are pictures with his side just barely peeking through his shirt because it was risen up a bit and omg it's the best! (I hope this doesn't sound weird lol!)
-anyway! With that I think that when he is in a lee mood he will do certain things like that, making sure his shirt rises up a bit or get in positions or places that are just so obvious that he wants tickles
-But we all know Tommy and if that isn't working he will and has 1000% initiated tickle fights just for the revenge part/to get tickled
-He's never ever going to ask unless it's the last case scenario or his ler says he has to but otherwise he's pulling out all the stops, he is a man on a mission and dangit he's getting tickled no matter what it takes!
-And you better watch out lers if a ler doesn't give him tickles he will pull out his best puppy dog eyes without a second thought (this has worked on Wilbur and Tubbo many times!) Those baby blues do not mess around!
-I feel like other than having ticklish sides he absolutely has a ticklish stomach and just torso in general! But I also feel if you were to pinch his upper thighs, like right above the knee he's jumping for sure but his main spot is his sides!
-He's weakness is anticipation for sure! He's a very energetic man, he is constantly going, he knows what he wants and he can't stand waiting it will be so bad for him! (Wilbur has absolutely used this to his advantage so many times)
-He's got different types of laughs/giggles when he's tickled and it is just the most adorable thing ever!
-He's just here to have a good time and who am I or any ler for that matter to deprive him of that! /p /pos /lh
Ler!Tommy:
-Do not underestimate Tommy when he's in a Ler mood/Ler
-Not only does this man adapt his tickle style to fit his Lee or whoever he's tickling but he can do it all!
-He's used to being the Lee so he's been tickled by many different people with many different styles and he has observed those same people being tickled by others so through experience this man knows everything and he will figure out what gets to you most and absolutely adjust accordingly he is not to be messed with /pos
-Tommy's personality changes when he's Ler and he's much more confident if that makes sense and will tease whenever he feels like it
-Ler Tommy likes vocal teases the most, he's very theatrical and plus with the lore streams he knows how to change his voice and make it as teasy as possible, and again will adapt! He loves the lower tone drawn out sentences but if baby talk gets you the most he will absolutely focus on that!
-For example how Tubbo's weakness is compliments you know for a fact that's exactly what Tommy's going to do! (Story about that coming soon! 👀)
-Tommy just wants to make whoever is in his tickly grasp the happiest
-He has stated before that Laughter is his favorite and especially if he's the one making them laugh its fulfilling to him it makes him happy making others happy and that just is so adorable (and ler!) Like it's perfect! That's exactly his vibe!
-Will absolutely use tickles as a way to get someone to sleep if they are up to late
-He lowkey likes when he's provoked because to him that means that this specific person chose him to tickle them he feels honored regardless but being provoked, most of the time means that they are too shy/to deep in a lee mood to say it but still chose him, it's a honor type thing, he's normally lee that's why (I hope that made sense! Haha)
-He takes pride in tickling someone it makes him happy and of course anything to keep our beloved sunshine happy!
-I love him so freaking much ahhh!
*Drum rolllll*
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It's Ranboo Time! :]
Lee!Ranboo:
-Tall Lee Tall Lee Tall Lee!
-Me and you fox @the-midnight-fox already talked about Tall Lee's but yeah! AH!
-With Tall Lee's like our beloved Ranboo here They've really got no where to run, if you skitter along their torso from behind, where is he gonna go? No where he's gonna twist until he eventually reaches the floor giving the ler even more access to his tickle spots
-Thanks to Tommy and Tubbo we've got some idea of his tickle spots but this man is a squirmer, he will smack your hand, he's not afraid! /hj /lh /pos
-He's very vocal when tickled so he'll absolutely try to provoke his ler while he's getting wrecked like "Is that tHehe! beHEHEST! YOu'Ve! GOHOHOT- NOHOHOHO WAIHIHIHIT!" Stuff like that, ect.
-He's not too used to being lee, I headcannon and I think Fizz does as well @fizzthelee that Ran is a huge Ler-Leaning switch but when he does Lee I feel like this is what it's like
-He 1000% will make all different kinds of sounds with different spots! This is Ranboo we are talking about here, the same man that says Wahoo like mario when he's scared
-He's so adorable though please give this man some compliments if you ever tickle him he deserves it! He needs to know how loved he is!
-He loves soft tickles, I feel it in my soul, and bless his heart he does his best to ask for them! You're doing great sweetie!
-He's very fun as a lee but he prefers the ler role
Which brings me tooo!
Ler!Ranboo:
-TALL LER TALL LER TALLL LER!
-Guys he's too good at being Ler I don't understand how!?! He's got powers I tell you! /hj /lh /pos
-Tall Ler's have so much advantage! Longer arms that can reach more tickle spots or even, which this is unfair /j /lh, they can literally just lift you into the air and tickle you like that, what can you do then, nothing! /pos But hey who's complaining lol! Yeah he does all of that!
-He's really good at vocal teases too! Like have you heard him!?! Amazing!
-He enjoys most the fun/playful aspect of tickling someone but he will absolutely adapt as well if necessary! He doesn't mind anything as long as his Lee is comfortable and having fun!
-But man does he really get into the tickle monster role!
-By fun and playful the moment I was thinking about was when Tubbo pretend to faint and Ranboo "Checked his pulse" and tickled his neck
-He's a comedy man he will absolutely incorporate that into his tickles
-He likes pointing obvious things out when he's tickling someone to get them even more giggly stuff like "Wow look how that blush just spread to your ears, all because of my teasing hmm?" Or "Aww look at how ticklish this spot is! So adorable"
-He's sassy too of course so he will absolutely use that to his advantage to both get someone into a lee mood or during tickles (Wilbur's "You gave me the giggles" comment is a perfect example of this)
-"I'm gonna getcha'"
-Hands!!
-He would absolutely send you a picture like the one above with a text under it saying like "Watch out the tickle monster is on his way" or "You really thought I wouldn't notice, be prepared for when I see you next time giggles"
-He's favorite target's are Tubbo and Aimsey but Bill is a close third!
-He just loves seeing his friends happy and if it's tickles they want ohoho it is tickles they sha'll get!
-We stan ranboo! Honestly I could say more but my brain is drawing blanks currently! That's on me! :]
“Well, endermen don’t have tails. So it’s from your other half. What is it?”
He hums. “I don’t know.”
“And your horns, too,” Tommy continues. “And these. What the fuck is with these.” He holds up Ranboo’s hand, showing him the pads on his palm and fingers. “You’re like a cat.”
Ranboo groans. “Please. I get that enough from Tubbo.”
“But it’s true!” Tommy laughs. “You’ve got a tail and fuckin’ paw beans, you literally purr, I don’t know what else you could be. The only thing that doesn’t match up is the horns.”
“‘m not a cat,” Ranboo huffs.
“Sure you aren’t. Do you want some belly rubs?” Tommy jokes, reaching to vibrate a claw-shaped hand into Ranboo’s stomach.
Ranboo squeals, grabbing his wrist and shoving him away. “Noho, I dohon’t!”
Tommy grins. “Fine then.” He instead moves to scratch behind Ranboo’s ears. Ranboo bursts into giggles, but as Tommy lightens his touch, he begins purring in between.
“N- noho,” Ranboo mumbles, trying to grab his hand again.
“Catboy.”
“Shuhuhut uhup….”
Eventually, Tommy gets bored, but Ranboo grabs onto his wrist before he can do anything else. In a quick movement, he pulls Tommy into his lap, wrapping his tail around his waist to keep him there. He doesn’t waste any time, just digs into Tommy’s hips while his tail swishes over his stomach.
Tommy is quickly in hysterics, leaning back against Ranboo to try and escape. “Noho! No, no, wahahait!”
“Wait for what?” Ranboo asks, smiling as he listens to his friend’s bubbly laughter. “I’m just getting revenge.”
“You dihihick— shihihit!”
Ranboo leans down to nibble at Tommy’s neck, pleasantly surprised at how effective it is. His excitement means his tail is wagging harder, which doesn’t help Tommy’s situation.
Ranboo stops soon after, though. He’s never really tickled Tommy, he’s only seen Tubbo do it before and he’s poked at him here and there, so he doesn’t know what the limit is. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him.
It seems like that was a mistake, though. Tommy doesn’t take very long to recover, and once he does, he pounces on Ranboo again and pins his arms above his head. Tommy’s style of tickling is different from everyone else’s, although in all honesty, it’s not like Ranboo has much experience.
There’s only been a few people who have tickled him before, and they each have unique ways that they go about it. Tubbo is unpredictable and spontaneous, switching to a different spot before Ranboo can get used to one. He seems to just want to make Ranboo laugh.
Techno is unpredictable, too, but in a more organised way. He focuses mainly on what gets the most reactions out of the half-ender, choosing not to tease very much but when he does it always feels like it’s at the perfect moment.
Similarly, Phil is strategic, but in a softer way, and not just because of his feathered wings. He radiates a kind of comfort that Techno doesn’t quite have. Then there’s Niki, and she’s the most playful. She giggles along with him, cooing at all of his reactions and teasing him until his face feels like it’s on fire.
Tommy isn’t like any of them. He’s surprisingly light, and even when he’s being “rougher”, it’s still gentle. Ranboo isn’t sure if Tommy is really good at this, or if he’s just sensitive. He doesn’t really tease, exactly, but he makes dumb comments that just make Ranboo laugh harder.
It’s fun, actually. Tommy may be competing against Tubbo for the role of Favourite Tickler.
He stops before Ranboo tells him to, causing a disappointed whine to slip out. Tommy’s eyes widen and he looks like he’s going to do something more, but then Ranboo pulls him into the same position that they were just in, with the roles reversed this time. Tommy squirms under him, even more so when Ranboo starts tickling him. The hybrid can’t help but grin. As much as he likes being on the receiving end, he absolutely loves his friends’ laughter, especially if he’s the cause of it.
By the time the sun starts setting, they’re both collapsed in a pile, giggly yet content. Ranboo asks Tommy to stay for the night. He accepts. They wake up the next morning with arms around each other and Ranboo’s face buried in soft blond curls.
Even after his friend has left, he couldn’t wipe the lingering smile off his face if he tried.
could I request irl switch bench trio, they're exploring how the dynamic shifted with ranboo now there and it makes the tickles a lot more goofy with a third person in the roughhousing - 🦐
Fallen Fort
summary: blanket forts are hard to make, especially when tommy, tubbo, and ranboo all like to mess with each other.
a/n: sorry for the wait !! i hope you all enjoy :D
warnings: swearing, slightly more intense tickles
w/c: 1.5k
IRL, Platonic
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“Tommy, you’re gonna knock it down!”
The blonde growled in response. “No I am not, you are!” Tubbo shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows. “You’re flailing around like a fish out of the water, what do you mean I am going to knock it-”
“Guys! The more you bicker, the longer this fort will take.” Ranboo sighed, Tommy’s face lighting up. “Yeah, Tubbo.”
“You little-”
The two went off again, leaving Ranboo to shake his head and smile at his friends, bending down to pick up more pillows to put around the perimeter of the blanket fort that was in progress, just for extra support.
Nights like these were always fun. The three would build- well, attempt to build a pillow fort, and play on the Wii and even watch some movies together. They all loved it, as it was filled with laughter and happiness each time. A good stress reliever from the stresses of life, one might say.
Tonight, specifically, was extra high on energy; and it was obvious.
“If you don’t give me that blanket right now, Tommy, I swear to god-”
“Or whaaat? Why don’t you pick on someone your own size, Tubs!”
Tubbo let out a huff, reaching for the fluffy blanket his friend was teasingly waving over his head. That tall bitch. “You won’t like what happens if you don’t give me that stupid blanket.”
Tommy raised an eyebrow. “What’re you gonna do? Tell Ranboo on meHE- hehehey!” His arm immediately dropped down to the side, giving up the blanket in an instant. Though, Tubbo didn’t stop. He was intent on tickling the hell out of his friend.
“I drohohopped ihit- noHOHOT THEhehere!” The squeal Tommy let out made Ranboo jump in surprise, Tubbo devilish fingers finding his upper ribs. “Why nooot?~ I quite like it here, to be honest.” The brown-haired boy cooed, chuckling as Tommy squeezed his arms to his sides as his life depended on it, just making the tickles worse for himself.
Ranboo shuddered, a bright blush on his face; and he wasn’t the one even being tickled! He pretended not to see what was going on and tried his best to focus on the fort, but it was so difficult with Tommy’s stream of loud laughter and Tubbo’s relentless teasing.
He knew one thing, he did not want to get himself involved in the predicament that was happening beside him.
“RahanboOHOHOo, sahave mehehe!”
Nevermind.
“Don’t do it, you’ll end up like Tommy, Boo!” Tubbo warned with a smirk, but Ranboo just shrugged, lunging for the smaller boy. With a small shriek, the two fell to the floor, completely crashing down one of the sides of the blanket fort.
“Nohooo, the fohort!” Tommy giggled, unable to be serious about it; as what happened was quite funny. Ranboo and Tubbo wrestled over the pillows that were previously laid down, Tubbo eventually getting the upper hand and massaging his thumb right into Ranboo’s waist.
Letting out a surprised squawk, the tallest immediately tried to curl up, evidently failing when Tubbo vibrated a claw hand into his belly causing him to arch his back. “TUHUhuhubbo, stohohoppit!”
Tubbo pretended to think for a second. “Hmmm, no thank you, mister! But it was very kind of you to ask.” He sassed, using his free hand to drill circles into Ranboo’s hip bone with his thumb. The shriek that left Ranboo was priceless, resulting in Tubbo and Tommy’s smiles growing even more.
“CRAHAHAP, TUHUhuhubbo!” Belly laughter continued to pour out of the tallest, completely distracting Tubbo as he was unable to foresee the charging blonde aiming right at him. Tommy lunged at Tubbo, instantly attaching his hands to the sides of his ribcage and vibrating them.
Ranboo moved his hair away from his eyes, to see what was going on after he heard the loud squeal that sounded like Tubbo- and he was correct. It was Tubbo.
“HEHEhehey! Yohou biHIHITCH- FUHUHUCK!” Tubbo’s hips bucked up as Tommy gently dug his fingers in the spot right beneath his lower ribs, giggling evilly as his fingers relentlessly tickled that specific area.
“Did you just call me a bitch? Huh?” Tommy demanded, poking around his sides playfully. “Nohohoo, I dihiHIHIhidn’t!” Tubbo pleaded, earning a head shake from Ranboo, who finally recovered from Tubbo’s tickle attack.
“Liars don’t get off the hook easily, Tubs…” Ranboo hummed latching his hands to the muscles right above each of his knees, squeezing repeatedly. “SHIHIHIT- FUHUHUCK OHOFF!”
Tommy and Ranboo dramatically gasped simultaneously.
“Oh, Tubbo…”
“What was that?~”
Before Tubbo could protest, he felt a sudden buzzy and tickly feeling on his stomach. Tommy planted a raspberry right above his belly button, causing the boy to start half-heartedly push at the blonde’s head.
What he wasn’t expecting were his ankles to be lifted and to feel scribbling nails right underneath his knees. What an awful day to wear shorts, Tubbo decided.
“IT TIHIHICKLES! PLEHEHEASE!” Tubbo didn’t even know what he was pleading, all he knew is the ticklish sensations wracking his body were almost unbearable.
He felt his ankles be dropped and the nerves in his legs began to calm down, but that damn sensation from Tommy’s playful fingers on his belly just kept going. Well, until Ranboo decided Tubbo needed a break.
Much to Tommy’s dismay, he felt fingers massage into his upper ribs yet again, causing the boy to instantly collapse on the now fallen blanket fort.
“Y- YOHOhou trahahaitor!” Tommy cackled, throwing his head back as the tickles began to move down his ribs, and turned into unbearable fluttering over his waist. “Whaaat? I’m not a traitor, I thought this was a free-for-all!” Ranboo chuckled, wiggling his nails into the crook of Tommy’s waist.
The high-pitched giggles that escaped Tommy made Tubbo wheeze, rolling over to sit up to help Ranboo. “Tuhubbo nohoho… gehet away.. Tuhu-HUHUBBO- NOAHAHA!” Tommy completely convulsed, the light feathery tickles on his waist mixed with the quick vibrations on his hip bones making butterflies and goosebumps spread across his whole body.
“You didn’t stop when I said ‘no’, so I don’t see how it’d be fair now!~” Tubbo purred, pulling an innocent smile like he wasn’t drilling his thumbs into his friend’s hip with no mercy. Meanwhile, Ranboo was cooing little teases while grazing and lightly spidering his nails along the sides of Tommy’s belly.
“D’awww, don’t tell me this already tickles too much, Toms! I’m barely even doin’ anything!~” Ranboo let out a low chuckle, sounding a lot more sinister than it should’ve, as his grazing nails turned into fluttering little menaces tracing around his belly button.
“FUHUHUCK- *snort* OHOHOFF! I HAHahate yohohou b- bohoth!” Tommy whined, snorts peppering in between his happy and loud belly laughter. “Alright, alright, someone else needs a taste of their own medicine I feel like.” Tubbo hummed, Ranboo’s eyes widening.
Uh oh.
Before he could attempt to dodge Tubbo’s incoming fingers, he felt a few squeezes on his hip, making the tall boy collapse back onto the soft pillows. Tommy retracted his hand, using it to help push himself so he could help his friend give Ranboo a ticklish treatment.
Tubbo’s hands found Ranboo’s lower waist, kneading and prodding into the muscle, immediately eliciting cackles from his friend. “Ohoho~ Already a giggly mess, Ranboo?” Tubbo teased, laughing lightheartedly at Ranboo’s embarrassed grumble through his giggle fit.
“I cahAHAN’T HEHehelp ihihit!” He protested, his laughter going up an octave as he felt another pair of hands squeeze his knee caps. Ranboo tried to pull his legs in, accidentally kneeing Tubbo in the back in the process.
Tubbo let out a surprised gasp as he jumped, before glaring back down at Ranboo, who was already giggling.
“Uh oh…”
“Uh oh, that's right.”
Before he could prepare himself, he felt cold air over his belly before feeling nibbles be placed over his hip. “NONONO- NOHOHOAHA- *hiccup* PLEHEASE!” Protests instantly bubbled up from Ranboo, weakly pushing at Tubbo’s head- making his fluffy hair fluff over his belly even more.
“Mmmm… nope!~” Tubbo mumbled, planting a raspberry where his waist and belly meet, Ranboo subconsciously arching up into it. Meanwhile, Tommy was slightly scritching claw hands over Ranboo’s knees, being mischievous and squeezing up and down his thighs at random, just to make him squawk through his laughter.
It was clearly quite entertaining to Tommy, as he laughed with Ranboo whenever he let out one of his signature surprised cackles and squawks. The boy’s laughter soon grew silent and more strained, signaling that he was almost completely worn out.
The two paused on their tickle attack, climbing off of their friend and just smiling at each other with big and fond smiles.
“I hahate yohou b- bohoth…”
“No you don’t, big man.”
“Take it back!”
Ranboo chuckled, shaking his head. “Fiiine, you are both wonderfulllll… definitely…” His sleepy and sarcastic tone wasn’t too convincing, but Tommy and Tubbo decided to spare him- for tonight.
They all decided that the blanket fort would stay collapsed, but no one was particularly complaining as the soft blankets and pillows were quite comfortable to lay on; especially with the warmth of all of them combined they knew they could keep themselves cozy. All settling down next to each other, Tommy looked at the others.
