brother’s antics
couldnt think of a better title. deal with it.
ler!wilbur, lee!tommy
and heres me PULLING A FIC OUT OF MY ASS!🗣️
apologies the clip this is based off of murdered my entire bloodline. im not okay /pos
i dont know rhe word count . i didnt put this into google docs i just know its long
“Well, I want to keep going, so..” Wilbur’s lips curled into a small smile as he spoke, trying to distract Tommy so he didn’t end stream.
“Oh really?” Tommy turned to face Wilbur, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, wait. Well I forgot it was all about you!”
“It is!” Wilbur smiled more now. Tommy laughed at this and turned away from Wilbur. “Shut up.”
A smirk on Wilbur’s face immediately appeared at this, and he brought both of his hands to Tommy’s side. He poked and dug his fingers on the spot, trying to shove down his smile.. and failing.
“aH- OH MY GOD!” Tommy yelled, keeping his arms protectively at his sides for a moment. “That could’ve ended me! That actually could’ve sended me into a reaction that could’ve ended me!”
Wilbur nodded and giggled quietly.
Then, he brought his hand up again and wiggled a finger against Tommy’s neck, making a little high pitched noise as he did so to tease Tommy a little.
Tommy jumped and pulled Wilbur’s hand away. “You know I don’t like when you poke me like that.”
The smirk never left Wilbur’s face, he waited until Tommy ended to do anything else.
So, when the stream ended..
“Why did you do that?” Tommy crossed his arms, looking at Wilbur with a glare full of false anger.
“Do what?” Wilbur questioned. He knew exactly what Tommy was talking about; He just wanted to hear Tommy say it.
“Wh- You know what! You literally just tickled me on stream! Infront of thousands of people!” Tommy sputtered, making hand gestures towards the computer screen.
“Oh, I did do that, didn’t I?” Wilbur bit back a giggle. “I thought that was pretty funny.”
“I didn’t!” Tommy argued.
“Really? ‘Cause I saw you smiling.” Wilbur smirked, propping his elbow up on the armrest so he could rest his chin on his hand.
“You were seeing things then.” Tommy huffed and glanced to the side. “I didn’t smile.”
There was a brief silence, a silence that worried Tommy in a way he’s been worried many times before. He looked at Wilbur again, fighting back a nervous smile.
Wilbur was looking straight at him with an evil, smug little smirk that Tommy knew all too well.
He hated it.
“Are you lying to me, Tommy?”
Tommy knew this tone as well; If anything he hated it more.
The way he felt the heat rise in his face, the blush creeping onto his face as he knew there was no getting out of this. The way it made butterflies erupt in his stomach, being enough to make giggles bubble in his throat. He tried his hardest to shove them down.
“..No?” Tommy wished he sounded more confident, because that tone was getting him nowhere.
“I think you are. And do you know what liars get, Tommy?” Wilbur scooted forward so he sat on the edge of his chair.
“Nothing!” Tommy moved his chair backwards. “They get nothing!”
“Oh, they get something, Tommy. And that something, Tommy, is a visit from a very, very good friend of mine.” Wilbur stood up. “Would you like to know what his name is?”
Tommy almost immediately burst into soft, nervous giggling. He covered his mouth and shook his head no.
“Too bad.” Wilbur chuckled, taking a step towards Tommy. Tommy stood up in preparation to run.
“His name… is… the TICKLE MONSTER!” Wilbur lunged towards Tommy, wrapping his arms around the blonde’s torso and digging his fingers into his sides.
“WihiHILBUHUR NOHOHO!” Tommy screamed, twisting and squirming in the brunette’s hold in a desperate attempt at escape. Wilbur was surprised when his brother had managed to escape and bolt out the door within a few seconds.
Wilbur ran after Tommy. “Come on, Tommy! The tickle monster only wants to play with you!”
“Shuhut uhuhup!” Tommy tried his best to run faster. His giggling slowed him down, and he was inevitably, carefully, tackled onto the couch. He shrieked.
“Did you think you could run from me? Really?” Wilbur was quick to pin Tommy down. “I thought you should know by now that no matter what you do, no matter how much you run, you won’t escape from the grasp of the tickle monster~!” Wilbur teased, smirking evilly. Though he looked at Tommy for silent consent, which was given, before scribbling his fingers up and down the teen’s sides.
“WIHILBUR! DohOHON’T!” Tommy jolted, his hands latching onto Wilbur’s wrists. This didn’t stop Wilbur, no.
“Don’t what?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow, hoping Tommy would fall for it.
And fall for it he did.
“Tickle me- wAIT WAIT NONONO!” Tommy was cut off by his own shrieks of half-hearted pleading as Wilbur used one hand to spider and scribble all over the blonde’s tummy, the other pinching and kneading his hip.
“If you say so, man.” Wilbur chuckled. “Oh, you’re just so ticklish, aren’t you? Tickletickletickle!”
“StOHOHOP TEHEHEASING!” Tommy brought up his hands and hid his face behind his hands, not caring to fight back anymore.
“Oh? Why, Toms? Am I embarrassing you?” Wilbur’s smirk turned a little more playful now. He stopped tickling Tommy for a moment and held his hands up in the shape of claws, just barely above the blonde’s stomach.
“Watch out, Toms! I’m gonna getcha!” Wilbur giggled at the silliness of the situation. Tommy giggled from the anticipation that was absolutely killing him.
“Fuck off!” Tommy shoved Wilbur’s hands away.
“Well, that wasn’t very nice. I guess I’ll just have to do this..” Wilbur spoke as if pretending to be sad, and then grabbed Tommy’s wrists with one hand and held them above his head. He pushed Tommy’s shirt up a little to the center of Tommy’s stomach, fighting back giggles as he saw the way the boy’s sensitive skin quivered as Tommy only thought about what was going to happen.
“Come on, mahan. Don’t doho thihihis..” Tommy tried to plead but it was futile. Wilbur had made up his mind.
And he was pretty damn quick to lean down and blow a raspberry just above Tommy’s navel.
“WihIHILBUHUHUR! NOHOT THAHAHAT!” Tommy shrieked, squirming and twisting as best as he could underneath Wilbur.
“Yes that, Tommy!” The brunette chimed, bringing his hand to vibrate his fingers on the spaces between the younger’s ribs. “The tickle monster get’s hungry, you know. And his favorite food is raspberries, so..” He trailed off before planting another raspberry, this time above Tommy’s hip.
“FUCK! StoHOHOP!” There was a hint of genuineness in Tommy’s tone, which was enough for Wilbur to stop. Immediately.
He got off of Tommy and sat him up, gently rubbing his back in small circles to help soothe him. “You okay? I didn’t go too far, right?”
Tommy shook his head, and Wilbur sighed out of relief before hugging his brother. Tommy accepted the hug and melted in Wilbur’s arms.
“You had fun though, right?” Wilbur smiled, carding his hand through Tommy’s hand. He couldn’t help the slight giggle that escaped past his lips when he felt Tommy nod. “Good. I’m glad.”
Wilbur could tell Tommy was dozing off a bit, so he lightly poked him in the side to wake him back up. “Don’t fall asleep yet, we still have to go back to my house, remember?”
Tommy barely understood a word Wilbur said. Wilbur didn’t mind.
Tommy would always enjoy his brother’s antics.
And Wilbur would always enjoy Tommy’s.. no matter how stupid they were.
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