#PLS WHEN TOMMY TOWERED OVER HIM IN THE VIDEO I WAS LIKE. OH.

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that beginning part in tubbos vlog where tommy just towers infront of him got me thinkingggg ,,

summary: tommy figures out that towering over tubbo menacingly makes him flustered a/n: THE VLOG IS LITERALLY SO GOOD I WAS DYING WHEN JACK HAD THE WIG ON warnings: swearing w/c: 1.1k

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timestamps of tommy towering tubbo: 1, 2

“Promise you’ll pay for everything today!”

“Wh- no!”

Tommy huffed, broadening his shoulders and towering over the shorter boy, slowly striding towards him. Tubbo’s eyes widened before breaking into small nervous giggles, backing up as Tommy continued to walk to him.

They both broke out into laughter, Tommy dropping the act and going back to be distracted by all the things on the wall at the store. Tubbo shook his head, trying to ignore the butterflies that just exploded in his belly.

During the whole shopping trip, it was hard for Tubbo to concentrate with how teasy and playful Tommy was acting. It was fine until he started chasing him again at the clothes store. Tubbo was convinced Tommy knew what he was doing, and he was right.

No one knows Tubbo better than his own best friend, and both he and Tommy knew that. So what better way to bond is there instead of messing with your best friend? None. It’s the best.

“Stohop- stop chasing me! Tohommy!” Tubbo backed up as nervous laughter bubbled out through his pleads, Tommy staring at him and continuing to tower over his friend. “I hate you,” Tubbo grumbled when he turned around to back to what he was doing, earning an eyebrow raise from Tommy.

“Hmmm?” He hummed, crossing his arms. “I didn’t say anything!” Tubbo protested, the other just rolling his eyes.

It was around an hour later until they returned to Jack’s house to hang out. They decided to play Wii Sports because Tommy always got a little too competitive at Mario Kart. “Are you ready for some baseball, lads?” Tommy devilishly giggled, putting the strap of the remote around his wrist.

“Are you ready to lose, bitch boy?” Tubbo smiled, standing up to stand next to him. Jack just rolled his eyes, scrolling on his phone in the background on the couch. “BITCH- I’m cracked at Wii baseball!” Tommy retorted, looking at the screen.

It was around 10 minutes after the game ended, and Tubbo beat Tommy by a landslide. “HAHA! I mean I did ask you if you were ready to lose!” He snickered, dropping the remote on the coffee table.

Tommy muttered something, placing his remote next to Tubbo, and quickly broadening up again. “Not again- Tohohom!” Tubbo whined when he began to slowly chase him again. “Yes.” Is all Tommy said, going on his tippy toes to tower over his friend more.

“Oh no, the ‘Tower of Tommy’ has returned.” Jack joked, smiling at his statement as he scrolled on his phone. Tommy’s evil glare turned smugger as he liked that title, the ‘Tower of Tommy.’ He thought it suited what he was doing quite well.

“Yohou’re so scary- stohohap!” He laughed, tripping over a chair behind him and landing right into it. Tommy fought off his smile, towering over the chair that Tubbo was now cornered in. He immediately curled up and put his hands out to defend himself.

“You can’t protect yourself, Tubs!” Tommy laughed, before wrestling with his friend to try to get him to uncurl out of his little ball of protection. “Yehes I ca-HAHAHAN! NO!” Tubbo shrieked as Tommy’s fingers got past his ‘protection,’ poking and prodding near his lower ribs.

“You can? You sure, mate?” He sneered, reaching his other hand to the other side of his ribs to vibrate into the bones. “NAHAHahah! Tohohommy, yohou bihitch!” Tubbo squealed as the sensations tingled throughout his full ribcage, his laughter turning squeaky at the phantom tickles it brought.

“I’m not a bitch, you are!” Tommy grumbled, moving his fingers to skate over his tummy, earning surprised high-pitched giggles from the boy. “Nohot theheHEHEHRE!” Tubbo protested, hiding his red face into his hands as he shook his head. “Hmm, I like it here, so I think I will stay here.” Tommy sassed, chuckling as Tubbo let out a small whine in response.

“YOHOHOU SUHUHUCK!” Tubbo cackled, throwing his head back as he weakly pushed at Tommy’s mischievous hands. His hands found their way under his hoodie and started scribbling at the ticklish skin around his belly button. “NOOOOHEHEHAHAHHAHA- TOHOHOM!” He convulsed, kicking his legs in protest.

“What’s wroooong? Scared I’ll do… this?!” Tommy devilishly grinned before dipping his finger into Tubbo’s belly button, earning a high-pitched screech from the boy. “I’LL DIHIHIHIEEEE, PLEHEHEASE!” He begged, screaming as his best friend leaned his head down to plant a raspberry right over his belly button.

Eventually, Tommy sat up with an evil smile. “You’re so ticklish, Tubs! I wonder where else…” He thought out loud, before rapidly squeezing his hands down his waist and hips, to squeeze at his thighs. “n-OOHOHOHO-” His giggle fit was quick to start up again, trying to twist away from the tickles.

“Y’know, you could easily tell me to stop if you’d like me to stop, Tubbo!” Tommy reminded him, earning an angry whine and grumble of embarrassment from the boy. “Alright, sorry then! Jeez!” Tommy jested, squeezing down his thighs to the spot right above his knee.

Tubbo shrieked, shaking his head as the sensation was unbearable, hiccups escaping through his laughing fit. “HEHEHEH! TOHOHOMMY, YOHOU’RE *snort* TEHERRIBLE!” He projected, covering his red face as snorts also escaped.

“Awe, that was so cute!” He cooed, wiggling his nails under his knees to elicit more of his snorty giggles, mumbling compliments and praises to the point they’re almost incoherent, just because Tommy doesn’t want anyone to know he’s a big softie.

“YOHOHOU’RE SO BAHAHAD- *snort* NOOOHOHO!” He managed to get out between his snorts and laughter, covering his mouth and whining each time a snort comes out of him. “Clearly I’m great if you’re laughing this much!” Tommy laughed, easing his fingers and just barely tracing around his thighs.

Tubbo’s laughter also eased with his motions, squeaky giggles continuing to pour out of his mouth at the tingles his body still had after that. “You done bullying Tubbo, Tom?” Jack wheezed, looking up at the two. “For now.” Tommy smiled, hearing a small gasp from Tubbo.

“Fohor now?!” Tubbo hid his face again, already anticipating the future tickles. “You heard me, bitch!” He laughed, standing up and leaning an elbow over the top of the chair.

“I thihink I need to avehenge myself, though… care to help me, Jack?”

“Oh, you bet.”

“No- nonono, wait, waHAIT-”

#mcyt tickle #lee!tubbo #ler!tommy #PLS WHEN TOMMY TOWERED OVER HIM IN THE VIDEO I WAS LIKE. OH. #my writing