#tommy lee fluff
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Hiiii are you taking requests? If so then how about a Tommy fic where he’s like super protective of the reader idk I’m thinking of that scene in Pam and Tommy where the construction worker walks in on Pam in the kitchen.
Stay Away From My Wife » Tommy Lee
Pairings: Husband!Tommy Lee x Wife!Reader
Summary: Someone gets a little too close to Tommy’s wife.
Warnings: Fluff, language, overprotective Tommy, unwanted staring, kissing, pet names (babe, baby)
A/N: My apologies if I get anything wrong. I haven’t watched Pam & Tommy in a while and I only seen part of the episode you’re talking about so this is based off of what I remember of it. I also put my own twist on it.
Thank you for requesting!🩵 @marvelobsessed134
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
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GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Pinterest.
You hummed to yourself as you made coffee. You leaned over the kitchen counter, watching the coffee pour into the coffee pot. You went to the pantry to get stuff out to make pancakes. You were pouring pancake mix in a bowl while humming lyrics to your favorite song and swaying your hips side to side. You felt an unfamiliar presence behind you. You turned around to see one of the construction workers standing a couple feet away from you.
“Umm, what are you doing in here?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow.
The construction worker didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. That’s when you realized you were only wearing one of Tommy’s shirts and a pair of panties underneath it. You shrieked and pulled it down to cover your ass.
“Tommy!” You yelled.
Tommy came running into the kitchen within 5 seconds.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Tommy asks.
“This weirdo thought he could get a free peak of me in my panties!” You say, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
Tommy felt his blood boiling as he looked at the construction worker. He gently pushed you behind his body, shielding you from him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Tommy asks, raising his voice at the guy.
“I uhh…” The guy stuttered with wide eyes, not knowing what to see.
“You uhh what?” Tommy mocked him. “You thought you could see my wife in her panties and get away with it?” He says.
“I’m sorry, sir!” The guy apologizes. “I promise it won’t happen again!” He says.
“You’re damn right it won’t happen again cause you’re fucking fired!” Tommy says.
“Wh-What?” He asks, blinking a couple times.
“You’re fired! Get your shit, get out of my house, and most importantly, stay the hell away from my wife!” Tommy pointed at the door. “If I ever catch you staring at my wife again, you’re going to regret it.” He says.
The guy gulped and nodded, quickly leaving the kitchen. Tommy sighed loudly, running his fingers through his hair. He looked down at you and wrapped his strong tattooed arms around you protectively, pulling you close to him.
“Are you ok, baby?” Tommy asks softly.
“I am now.” You say, laying your head against his chest and traced one of his many tattoos on his arms.
“Did he touch you or hurt you in anyway?” He asks. “Cause if he did, I’ll kick his ass.” He says.
“No. He just made me feel uncomfortable with his staring.” You say, looking up at him.
Tommy cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately.
“Is it ok if you hold me while we stand here?” You asked.
“I have a better idea.” Tommy says.
Before you could ask what his idea is, he picked you up and walked to the living room. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He sat down with you on his lap and rubbed his hand up and down your back.
“I still want pancakes.” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.
Tommy chuckled and kissed the side of your head.
“I’ll make you some pancakes, baby.” Tommy says, gently moving you onto the couch next to him before standing up.
“I love you so much, Tommy.” You say, kissing him.
“I love you too, babe.” He says against your lips.
🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
-Bucky’s Doll
#tommy lee#tommy lee sebastian stan#motley crue#pam and tommy#sebastian stan#sebastian stan characters#tommy lee x female reader#tommy lee x wife!reader#tommy lee x reader#tommy lee x y/n#tommy lee x you#tommy lee fluff#tommy lee one shot#tommy lee imagine#wife!reader
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I want more Crime boys moments like these 😭
#dsmp#qsmp#mcyt#dsmp tickle#mcyt tickle#lee!tommy#ler!wilbur#sfw tickling community#tword community#tickle thoughts#tickle fluff
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Idk what this could be used for but characters trying to play poker and someone doesn’t understand it so they stop and try to teach said character the rules and they pretend to understand because it makes everyone else happy to play.
absolutely luv <3
Poker Face
paring -> thomas shelby x reader
warnings -> nothing much, just some shelby fluff
word count -> 250
The private room at the Garrison was currently occupied by the Shelby’s doing an array of different activities. Ada and Esme were talking politics, Finn was darning the edge of his cap, Polly was drinking and smoking while presiding over everything. The three brothers had started to play poker and Tommy had asked his wife if she had ever played poker, she had said yes so they had dealt her in.
“Alright love, you’re gonna-“ He could see that her eyes were slightly glazed over. His cornflower eyes met hers and she shook her head.
“Sorry darling, no one’s really really taught me how to play and I’m rather tired.” She leaned into his form that was behind her, letting her head loll against his chest. His expression softened and wrapped his free hand, that wasn’t braced against the table, around her cards, playing the hand for her. A small kiss was planted on his jaw and the mood was normal again.
Slowly, as he kept showing her how to play, she was learning. The whole family were throwing out tips on how to play to get the best possible outcome, how to keep a poker face, when to fake a poker face, what to play at what time. Tommy’s smile was broad and genuine. Everyone being accepting of his darling’s inexperience. He started to kiss her hair as they played. She let out a small hum of happiness, no, not happiness, complete serenity. She was happy. Completely and utterly.
(pls do tell me if i made any grammar mistakes, thanks yall)
#thomas shelby#peaky blinders#tommy shelby#cillian murphy#thomas shelby x reader#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby imagine#peaky blinder imagine#thomas shelby fluff#thomas shelby fanfic#thomas shelby imagine#peaky blinders fanfic#arthur shelby#john shelby#ada shelby#finn shelby#esme lee shelby#polly gray#peaky blinder fanfic#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinder headcanon
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no because why does tommy lee have the same face as the dad from zack and cody
#it messes with my brain#tommy lee#motley crue#nikki sixx#mick mars#vince neil#80s music#stranger things#eddie munson#munsons-melody#steve harrington#dustin henderson#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x female reader#eddie x henderson!reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson angst#eddie munson masterlist#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x female character#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x henderson!reader
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could you do something with being on tour/on the bus with Nikki Sixx
A/N: Ofc!!
Soft || Nikki Sixx
[Nikki Sixx x GN!Reader]
Summary: Tommy and Vince tease Nikki for being soft with you
Warnings: alcohol consumption, teasing
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Your head was lead on Nikki’s shoulder with one of his arms wrapped around you. The bus was unusually quiet, only noises heard was the snickers of Vince and Tommy. Mick was napping at the back.
Only the calmness didn’t last long.
Nikki had your hand in his as he placed soft kissed upon it when the other boys snickers and chit chat increased in voluke. The pair had their eyes on you and your boyfriend.
“You got a problem?” Nikki raised his brows at them.
“No, Man,” Tommy chuckled and Vince held back his laughter as he sipped on his bottle of alcohol.
“Then stop staring,” he responds turning back to kiss your head, this made the boys laugh louder.
“He’s gone soft,” Vince attempted to whisper to the brunette, but failed due to his drunkenness.
“What did you say?” Nikki’s turned to face the men again.
“Oh, ignore them,” you shake your head as you pulled his face to face you by holding his chin. You gave him a quick kiss on his lips, making him smile.
The moment was interrupted again by the drummer and singer. “Your whipped, dude,” Tommy sniggers.
“Oh go fuck yourselves,” Nikki rolls his eyes, tearing his arms off you. It was unusual to see him embarrassed, the drunken guys laughed more.
You giggled at how childish the three were. “Awwww! are you two jealous?”
The laughter quickly stopped, well Mick was awake and laughing now. “What?” Tommy tilted his head to the side in confusion.
“Do you guys want hugs too?” You teased, pouting. You stood up and made your way to them.
“No. No. We’re fine!” Vince shook his head. He stood up and tried to walk away from you.
That led to you, Tommy and Vince running around the small bus, jumping over the seats, leaving Nikki in hysterics and Mick smirking. They never teased Nikki about your relationship again.
#motley crue x reader#mötley crüe x reader#motley crue#mötley crüe#Nikki sixx#nikki sixx x reader#nikki sixx smut#Nikki sixx fluff#motley crue fluff#Tommy lee#vince neil#mick Mars
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Let the Light In (Nikki Sixx x f!reader)
genre: Angst to fluff
You’ve heard it all from your friends, to your family, from even some of your colleagues. Don’t date a rockstar unless youre practically begging to be cheated on.
Despite this, you really liked Nikki… and wanted to give this a try
and it had been going well! you guys were about 6 months now and your love was very strong. Nikki was on tour and you really missed him…….. so you decided to surprise him.
You had called his tour manager and they agreed to help you fly out while maintaining things a secret. The day of your flight, you give Nikki a call before you board.
He picks up after a few minutes and you’re greeted with a “Hey baby” in his classic sleazy voice.
you smile to yourself “hi. you up to anything?”
“Not really, doll. Just rehearsal for tonight’s show”
“I see, well I miss you.. wanted to hear your voice”
“I miss you too-“ you hear some chatter in the back before Nikki continues “gotta go now doll, but i’ll see if I can call you later, k?”
“okay, call me when you can-“ before you can say a quick I love you the call is over and you sigh to yourself. “Plane 372 now boarding to LA…” is said over the airport speakers as you pick up your suitcase and get on the boarding line.
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By the time you arrive in LA it’s pretty late and motley already had their show. You check your phone after regaining some service and you have no missed calls from Nikki. Nonetheless, you continue to remain positive and take a taxi to the hotel you were told they were staying at.
Upon arrival, their tour manager texted you Nikki’s room number and you made your way to an elevator.
You exit the elevator to the hallway with Nikki’s room with a bright smile across your face. Just then, you hear some laughter and look up.
Down the hall you can see Nikki standing in the door frame of his room and a.. girl exiting it. They’re both laughing and before she turns to leave she gives him a quick kiss on the cheek which he smiles to.
Your heart sinks and you find yourself in a state of shock. You immediately burst into tears and drop your suitcase. The sound of this makes Nikki and the girl realize your presence down the hall.
“shit-“ he yells your name as he tries to catch up to you. You run to an elevator and press the button about 20 times so it opens. Upon some miracle, just as Nikki catches up to you the doors grant you access and you rush in.
Nikki puts his hand in between the elevator doors which makes them open, he stands in between them. “it’s not what it looks like-“
you chuckle in between your tears “seriously? I can’t believe you would fucking do this to me”
Nikki sighs “I swear to god if you’ll just let me explain-“
you cut him off angrily “NO! theres nothing to explain. I CLEARLY should’ve just listened to what people warned me about-“
To this, Nikki’s face changes from seeking your forgiveness to some type of hurt. “what people warned you about?” he says quietly
I stare at him as more tears fall down my cheeks “they said you would do this to me”
“and you believed them?” he looked at you, now seeming more angry
“well look where we are right now, right?” is all you say before he shakes his head and steps away from between the elevator doors. As they begin to close all he says is “just go back home”
you close your eyes and begin to sob again as the elevator takes you down to the lobby.
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You were supposed to stay with Nikki in his room, so you didn’t book another one ahead of time. You were going to be stuck on this red couch for the whole night. You start to look for some flights back home.
you hear some commotion and look up to see Tommy and some other guys. He smiles upon seeing you “no way! y/n?! what are you doing here dude?” he laughs as he walks over to you before his smile fades “woah whats wrong? you here for nikki? I can help you find-“
you cut him off as you snuffle “no thanks. I was here for Nikki but I… found him with another girl coming out of his room.”
Tommy stares at you a bit puzzled before saying “Thats a shame… he was just talking about you earlier and how you’re the best thing to ever happen to h- oh no.”
you look at Tommy “what?”
Tommy begins to snicker and you get angry considering, there was nothing funny about any of this?
“He had a meeting with a person we’re looking to make our new manager today. That’s probably who he was with. Did he tell you?” he says as you look at him stunned “Fuck.” you whisper “No… I didn’t give him a chance”
You and Tommy exchange looks and as if you had some unspoken language you knew what he was telling you to do. You get up from the couch and run to the elevator.
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You knock on Nikki’s hotel room door viciously as tears are running down your cheeks again. You knock for a while until the door finally, slightly opens.
“What now, talk to someone else that told you im cheating?” he says blankly
“god Nikki no I- I’m so sorry. please just let me in to talk-“
Nikki cuts you off with a chuckle “why should I? you didn’t let me talk.”
“Nikki I know I’m sorry I really am. I made a mistake. This is all my fault I just want to make it right please…. let me in.”
He closes the door and you start to sob thinking it was all over. Then, he opens the door all the way and steps to the side. You quickly rush in.
“I’m so so so sorry. I ran into Tommy and he told me you were just meeting with someone you might hire I- is it true?”
Nikki nods not saying anything, he doesn’t make eye contact with you.
“I’m sorry. Truly, I am. I shouldn’t have assumed things too quickly. I shouldn’t have listened to what people said- and I didn’t ! I still went off to date you… but, It just all came back when I saw her leaving your room and I thought my worst nightmare was coming true-“
Theres silence for a moment, then Nikki rushes to your figure and embraces you. You lightly sob into his chest but feel more at peace now in his arms. “I would never fucking cheat on you, princess” he whispers as he continues to hold you.
you nod as more tears rush out your eyes, he pulls away from you and lifts up your chin. He smiles “you’re the most amazing little thing to walk into my life. I would never jeopardize that. I’m so happy you came.” he then leans down and kisses you.
You finally begin to smile as you kiss. It’s passionate as it was the first time you’ve felt his lips in a month. You pull away to catch your breath “well um… surprise?” Nikki chuckles and begins to kiss you again as you two naturally fall into his hotel mattress.
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This was req yesterday but I answered it already so I hope anon gets to see it 😢 please boost! :)
#angst with a happy ending#nikki sixx fluff#nikki sixx#motley crue x reader#nikki sxx x reader#tommy lee#fluff#Spotify
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Drunk Words Are Just Sober Thoughts | Nikki Sixx
WARNINGS ~ Just a lot of mentions of Nikki and the boys being drunk
TYPE ~ fluff oneshot
READER ~ fem
SUMMARY ~ Nikki’s drunk as fuck and lets our some feelings he’s been holding in for a while
“Alright there’s a good 20 minutes before we get on stage, has anyone seen Nikki?” Vince was frantically pacing around, nervous about where the bassist was. Mötley Crüe was having their first concert in years and peoples expectations were high.
“Last I heard from him was he was looking around the place with Y/N.” Tommy said “Maybe he finally got the balls to fuck her!” Mick scoffed at his vulgar comment.
“I mean they have been best friends for so long and the romantic tension between them is fucking killing me, man!” Vince said. “Honestly I hope Nikki and her ARE fucking.”
Mick, very clearly unimpressed, rolled his eyes. “Can we just focus on finding him please? Vince you check the dressing rooms, Tommy you come with me.”
“Aww man why do I have to go with you?” Tommy complained.
“Because you’re fuckin incompetent and you’ll probably break something.” Mick replied, irritation still lingering in his words.
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Nikki and you were in fact together. Not doing anything inappropriate, just two best friends sitting in silence, backstage in a little room you found. Nikki was drunk out of his mind and you hadn’t drank a single thing. You were gonna have to drive the boys back to their hotel anyway, so it’s a good thing your will was strong.
You had only been sitting together for a good 15 minutes but the awkward silence was driving you insane. In the corner of the room the was a small record player which was currently playing a Twisted Sister song, and even that wasn’t enough to lighten the atmosphere.
“Sooo Y/N” Nikki finally spoke up, words slurred, barley audible. “How’s it with whatsisname? You guys break up yetttt?”
“No Nikki we’re still together.” You said bluntly. He had been trying to get you and your boyfriend to break up for ages, practically since you first introduced him to him. Why? Why did he care so much? Your boyfriend was a great guy so why did Nikki hate him so much? It just didn’t make any sense.
“Awhhh damnnnn you two should totallyyy end it…” He said, a crooked smirk across his face.
“I don’t get why you care so much man, he’s not a bad person.”
“Ooookay well you don’t know THAAAT. Plus I’d be waaay better than that fuckin pussy.” What.
“What do you mean by that Nikki?” You asked, a look of concern appearing. Nikki scooted closer to you on the couch you two were sitting on. He didn’t touch you or try to touch you, but the closeness and the uncomfortable eye contact was enough to make you want to look away and get you just slightly flustered.
“I meannnn I’d be a way better boyfriend then whatever the fuck you’re dating. I’m 100 times cooler and hotter.” What the fuck was he suggesting? Calm down Y/N, he’s drunk. He’s not implying anything he just needs some water and some rest.
“Uhhh I don’t know…” You mumbled, looking down and fidgeting with your sleeves.
“Oh come onnnn admit I’m waaaay better than that bitch, he’s a boring lameass.” He want boring! Sure he wasn’t as risk taking, impulsive, dramatic or dangerous as Nikki, but he was domestic and kind. Even if it did get annoying sometimes “Y/N?”
“I mean, well, I don’t know?? Why are you saying all this?”
“‘m must tryna get you to see how boring your relationship with that fucker isssss you should just date me insteaddddd ya know.” Wait what. Your head shot up and you looked directly at Nikki. What he fuck was he saying? You didn’t want to ask but you were curious.
“Umm… Uh…” Was all you managed to get out. Now it’s not that you were uncomfortable, you just secretly hoped the rest of the band would come looking for Nikki and drag him out of the room because you couldn’t handle all this. Yeah you were uncomfortable as hell.
“Oh Y/N can you not fuckin seeeee? I fuckin like you.” There it was. But it wasn’t true. Even if you wanted it to be true it wasn’t. He was wasted, beyond fucked. Nikki needed to get on stage in 10 minutes, you had no time for this. You had to admit, it saddened you a little bit. Deep down, your relationship with your current boyfriend WAS boring. He WAS a lameass. You honestly would have much preferred a cooler more adventurous boy like Nikki. To be even more honest, you would have just preferred Nikki in general. But again, he was drunk as fuck and you couldn’t take his word for it. Nor could you take advantage of it. You didn’t know for sure that he was being serious. “Please Y/N cmonn-”
Footsteps.. and the door swung open
“FUCK THERE YOU TWO ARE!”
“Oh heya Vince.” You waved, secretly relived he was here to take the bassist away from you finally.
“YOU GUYS I FOUND EM” Vince yelled to who you assumed was the rest of the band.
“Awh you guys weren’t fucking?” Tommy said, with a fake disappointed tone and face. “Damn I was rooting for you two! Now cmon shitface we got a crowd of minds to blow.”
They all got up to leave, Nikki making a sad expression and eye contact for a brief moment. It made your heart hurt. You could’ve handled that situation better. Just before Tommy left, you grabbed his arm to talk to him.
“What did you mean by that Tommy?” You asked curiously.
“By what?” He asked.
“That you were… rooting for us?”
“Well, I mean, cmon Y/N you two clearly have the hots for each other, especially Nikki. Dude all he talks about is you!” You blushed a little at the thought. Maybe he was telling the truth… “And plus you guys are literally perfect for each other. Don’t you wanna live that rockstar’s girlfriend life?”
He did have a point, dating Nikki would be a nonstop adventure. It would be like a movie! It made you happy to even think about it. Just the thought of him gave you butterflies.
“Tommy, Nikki told me something just before Vince came in.”
“Oh yeah? What was it?”
“He told me that.. well that he liked me.” Tommy’s eyes lit up, like he had been betting money on the hope that you and Nikki would end up together. “BUT HE WAS DRUNK AS FUCK! So… I don’t know if he was being serious or the alcohol just got him.”
Tommy’s expression got slightly sadder, like he was more disappointed that you even dared THINK Nikki wasn’t being genuine. He put a hand on your shoulder and gave you a pat on he back.
“Well you know what they say, drunk words are just sober thoughts.” And with that he walked out the door to catch up with the others.
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The concert was amazing, opening with Looks That Kill and ending with Home Sweet Home. A perfect, perfect night. And while you were singing and dancing the whole time, that little part of your brain couldn’t stop thinking about what Nikki had said, and what Tommy had added.
“Dude all he talks about is you!”
hmm..
“Drunk words are just sober thoughts.”
hmmmmmm…
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Waking up to a hotel room full of smelly, hungover, groaning dudes wasn’t fun, but someone had to make them breakfast since they were physically incapable of doing it themselves. They all slowly came out of their rooms and sat down on the couch. And you couldn’t help but slightly avoid Nikki out of embarrassment. Not look at him, or say good morning to him. And he took notice of that. After the boys had finished eating (it took them a good hour) they all waddled back to their rooms to go back to sleep. All except Nikki. Well shit. I mean you couldn’t really escape somewhere, he’d probably follow you. You just leaned against the countertop nervously and watched him stand next to you out of the corner of your eye. You covered your face with your hair to avoid attention but we all know that never works.
“So how trashed was I last night?” He asked.
“Uhhh you were pretty drunk yeah,” You answered, looking away.
“Did I uh, say anything interesting?” Did he remember? He didn’t sound genuinely confused… more like he was trying to get you to admit something. Like a parent trying to get their kid to rat themself out.
“Nope.” You bluntly responded. You did NOT have to remind him of what he said last night.
“Hmmmm are ya sure? I distinctly remember saying somethin about you…” Uhh shit… what were you supposed to say? “I know you remember Y/N, and frankly I’m shocked I remember it too but I fuckin meant it.”
No he didn’t.
He didn’t mean it.
He’s messing with you.
But what Tommy said…
Oh fuck…
“Y/N I fuckin like you. And I don’t give a shit about your douchey boyfriend alright? I’ve seen the way you act around him now. Bored out of your mind, wishing you were with someone else.”
“Yeah alright fine, I’ve lost interest in him. And I DO wish I was with…someone else. He’s boring as hell and I’d much rather be with someone who actually enjoys what life has to offer and doesn’t just want to settle down. Happy?” You blurted. And you didn’t mean for it all to come out. You had never said that about the man you always called the love of your life. But Nikki’s words were driving you mad. And it all overflowed and spilled out of you.
Nikki, still standing next you, lowered his face right next to your ear, where you could feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. And he whispered, “And would that ‘someone else’ be someone like me?” Yes. Was that… not obvious? Or was he still trying to get you to admit it.
“Maybe.” You said turning your head in embarrassment.
“It’s a yes or no baby cmon.” He coaxed. God why did he have to be like this.
“Yes. It would be someone like you.”
“Would the someone like me be… me?” God fucking damnit stop it!
“Yes.” You mumbled, hoping he wouldn’t hear it.
“Mmm what was that? Couldn’t quite hear you.”
“YES FUCK I WOULD RATHER YOU THAN HIM NIKKI, I WOULD RATHER YOU MORE THAN ANYONE, GOD.”
And no one was more shocked than Nikki. Not even you. Though keeping his cool, his heart was racing and his hands were already feeling sweaty.
He turned around to face you and put his hand on your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. To look into those beautiful dark eyes.
“Been waiting a long time for those words to come out of your mouth darling.” Before you could reply he pulled you into a deep kiss. One hand on your waist and the other moving to the back of your neck to keep you up. Despite the shock and adrenaline rushing through you, you closed your eyes and placed your hands on his chest, enjoying the moment while it lasted. And once you had both pulled away, you were a blushing mess. Had you really just done that? Kissed your best friend of many years? You didn’t want to ruin the relationship you two had but now more than ever you could not deny the feelings you had for him. But it just felt… right. Like you had just found the last piece of a puzzle.
You were silent for a moment, not being able to comprehend what was happening. Sure it was just a kiss but the tension made it billions and billions of times more dangerous and exciting.
“So how about we go and tell that little boyfriend of yours some news hmm?”
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Hi Hi!! Can I make a request for Nikki Sixx where reader is struggling with depression and finally lets her walls down for Nikki and he just loves and takes care of her all day, doing the little things like brushing her hair, helping her brush her teeth, painting her nails (literally that would be so cute) and cooking for her?
omg !!! him !!!
he may be a dumbass, but he's your dumbass <3
he's constantly checking up on you, calling you every chance he gets if he's touring. if you're in the bedroom flipping through a magazine or something, he'll peek at you through the door and just watch you (a little intensely) for a minute. his antics are weird yeah but endearing nonetheless. he'll be very gentle with you and brush your hair carefully (he'll even massage your shoulders 'n head <3).
he'll help around and clean up, taking out the trash, doing the dishes, etc.. he knows it can be difficult for you to take care of yourself sometimes, so he'll help you brush your teeth and wash your hair. Afterwards he'll wrap you up in a big fluffy towel and pepper your face with kisses. he'll sit you down and paint your nails, trying to be neat. he'll paint his as well, so you can be matching <3
he likes cuddling you and holding you. he wants you to know just how much he actually loves you. he likes playing with your hair and burying his face in it.
he also really tries to be a good chef for you. he'll really only ever cook for you. It'll be your favorite meals 24/7, literally just even mention you're craving something in particular and he's already on it. he's got a huge soft spot for you <3
(a/n: sorry if this was a lil late, i've been busy with a couple of things, but hopefully this is enjoyable enough :)
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i want this specific vince to ruin me
#THE HAIR THE EYELINER THE CHAINS…#the entire fit is just SPECTACULAR#sugar daddy era 4ever superior#vince neil#motley crue#nikki sixx#tommy lee#mick mars#the dirt#mötley crüe#motley crue live#vince neil imagine#vince neil the dirt#vince neil fluff#vince neil smut
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Hiii‼️‼️ I M SO GLAD THAT TLOU TICKLE COMMUNITY IS GETTING BIGGER🫶🫶 and I have a few fics ab tlou myself so if you wanna check it or what you are free to go, but I have a few tickle ideas for Ellie and Joel because I LOVE THEM
Soo
1. Ellie is trying to get Joel laughing but it can be reversed into a tickle fight
2. Joel is just messing with Ellie when teaching her how to play a guitar
3. Tickle fight between Tommy and Joel (brotherly moment) (and Ellie could just saw it and join😭😭)
omg I literally want to do all of these(and i probably will at some point) they are so good but i have to do #3 I have the best little drabble in my head! hope u enjoy🫶 srry it’s rough, i wrote this in one night and i got a bit carried away lol
also go check out @potatohater their fics are big slay ! ! !
Brotherly Love
“there is no way im helping you with the truck”
“quit throwing such a fit ya stubborn asshole” Joel smiled and shoved into his brother’s shoulder as he scooted his way over in the kitchen to the lukewarm pot of coffee.
Joel was in quiet the good mood today. A few days ago on a patrol around Jackson, he found himself upon a bright red 2003 Ford-F150. Well, he assumed it was bright red in its glory days, as by now it had accumulated a dull rusty exterior followed by a coat of moss that had begun creeping up off the tires and onto the rest of the car. But he didn’t seem to care, as all he saw was an opportunity in front of him. While Jackson provided Ellie and him with a sense of comfort, he selfishly missed the days of traveling across the states together, and he could sense that restless energy in Ellie as well. Even if they were short trips, he wanted something back that he felt like he was missing since they had settled. Yes, Ellie relying on him scared him, but it also seemed to give him a sense of purpose he just couldn’t quite find here.
“Joel, i-i got the kid this weekend, Maria’s on patrol and in meetings an-”
“you are such a bad liar little brother” Joel looked up from his mug as he sipped and gave Tommy a sly smile.
“I already talked to her this mornin’. Said you’d be just fineee helpin’ out.” Joel smirked and leaned up against the counter behind him. “Said it’d keep you outta trouble”
Tommy shot Joel a side eye and shook his head as he let out a sigh
“Talk about trouble, what the hell do you think your gonna do with that truck Joel”
“Mmm so you are gonna help me now huh?”
“There is no way in hell, but if I were, I’d want to make sure you don’t kill yourself once it’s all done with” Tommy’s eyes searched the counter that Joel was leaned up against as he spoke.
“This can’t be just for joyrides Joel, where the hell is it you’re wantin’ to go?”
“You gotta shake on it first”
Tommy shot another look at Joel as he remembered where what he was looking for was.
“Look, I’m just saying messin with that truck in any regard is a stupid fuckin idea I mea-EAN-!” Tommy was suddenly cut off while he opened the overhead cabinet diagonal to Joel’s head to grab a pan for his morning eggs. Out of nowhere, Joel jabbed his fingers into Tommy’s side, almost as if it was a reflex. Tommy entire body jolted accompanied by a concealed squeal that he tried to play off by clearing his throat, but it seemed to be too late for him, as the stare Joel was sending him was already telling him everything he needed to know.
The two brothers stared at each other in silence, both quite shocked to what transpired seconds before. After the jab Tommy had jumped back about a foot, but he was still in close enough territory to remain nervous about his big brother’s next move.
Joel had his eyebrows slightly raised with slightly squinted eyes, but he held a straight face and a calm demeanor, even still, you could hear that hint of smirk behind every word.
“Hey Tommy, would you come here for a second?”
Tommy’s face looked angry, but was almost ghost white with fear at the same time, like he knew what could happen at any second.
“Don’t you dare Joel”
“Awh don’t be so shy baby brother”
In a whorl-wind, Joel leap over at Tommy, hands outstretched like bear claws towards his torso. In a spontaneous yet, extremely strategic move, Joel wrapped his hands around Tommy’s sides and squeezed. Tommy’s once escape plan of sprinting away crumbled in front of him as he felt himself crumble with a grunt under Joel’s grasp, and in a swift move Joel has knocked him off his feet and pinned him beneath him on the kitchen floor. From here Tommy began to struggle below his older brother, and as his feet slipped against the hardwood floor a familiar helpless feeling began to fade back in.
“Just like ol’ times eh Tom?”
“You old fucker get off of mEHEHA-”
Tommy felt his dignity slip from his grasp as his brother enormous hands shook around his ribcage. There was little time between the stifling spurts of laughter to full on childlike giggles pouring out of Tommy’s mouth, and Joel was eating up every minute of it. He pretended like he wasn’t paying attention as his little brother was bouncing below him, fit to be tied with his own laughter, but there was a recognizable smile that crept onto Joel’s face wether he liked it or not. There seemed to be little to none of these nostalgic brotherly moments for them these days, so for Joel to catch him like this was music to his ears.
“I’m sorry what’s that Tommy? somethin about helpin me with the truck?” Joel chuckled as he pretended to yell over Tommy’s laughing fits as he switched to digging his knuckles into his brothers sides.
“ YOUHUO DUHUMB SOSHAHN OF A BIHIHTCH I’LL KIHIILL YOHAHA”
“Mmm yeah you definitely seem to be in a position to do that brother.” Joel smirked, he was having way too much fun with this.
Tommy was continuously trying to push against Joel’s hands digging away at his sides, when Joel saw an opportunity to snake his hands up underneath Tommy’s arms where he realized Tommy’s laughter could reach a new octave.
“JEHEHAHSUS JOEHEL MERMHECY”
Tommy’s head was thrown back and arms clamped to his sides as he sucumbed to the torture joel was dealing him. His laughter was on the verge of silence and he couldn’t beli-
“What the fuck joel are you trying to kill him?”
Between all the commotion, neither brother had bothered to notice a shocked Ellie waltz downstairs, most probably woken up from all the ruckus they were causing. Both brothers turned to look at her, Joel stopped his assault but did not get up, while Tommy was merely attempting to catch his breath.
“Uhhh he owes me a favor El.” Joel replied with a smirk on his face, yet slightly embarrassed from Ellie witnessing the encounter.
“Uh-huh” Ellie replied, still in shock to see the brothers this affectionate.
“H-He’s a fuckin’ liar E-Ellie don’t fall f-for it” Tommy sputtered out, still trying to recover.
Joel shot him a dirty look, but a smile began to creep on to his face, one that terrified Tommy.
“Hey kid, care to help?”
Immediately Tommy’s chorus of no’s directed at Ellie filled the room followed by a desperate “you gotta help me El” only to be followed up with muffled chatter as one of Joel’s hands covered his mouth.
Ellie took a few seconds to realize what she was getting herself into, after all not every morning at the Millers presented an opportunity like this, but she knew what she had to do.
“Want me to get his knees?” She asked almost too excitedly, causing Tommy to groan beneath Joel.
“Smart kid”
Joel gesture her over and she placed her knees on either side of Tommy’s shins.
“Ready El?”
“Sure am”
Tommy’s pleas continued, growing in volume the closer Joes hands got. But, as soon as Joel reached his arms forward into Tommy’s sides, Ellie saw the opportunity she needed. She shot her hands forward right underneath Joel’s arms and squeezed like there was no tomorrow. She felt the confusion in Joel’s body, first tightness and then resistance, and for a scary second she thought he might not b-
“E-ELHEHIE NOHOHO DOHONT-”
Joel’s entire body began fighting the ticklish sensation pulsating through his body, curving and arching his back in anyway he could to shake the little rascal off. He had completely forgotten his attack on Tommy, giving his little brother the opportunity to help out with the onslaught but wrapping his hands around Joel’s hipbones, and from there Joel was done for.
With attacks coming from both sides his body seemed to be in sensory overload, as he didn’t even notice Tommy slip out from underneath him, where he then pushed him to his side, and pinned him down himself, never ceasing the rhythm of jabs into his hips. Ellie at this point was able to let Tommy take over, well until-
“Hey Ellie, get his knees!”
“DOHONT YOUHU DAHAHRE ELLEEHEIE”
Joel was continuously trying to compose himself, but as Tommy moved his attack up his older brothers sides, the electrical ticklish shocks he felt throughout his body caused any gruff, strength, and pride he had in his tough demeanor to slowly fade away.
“Gladly”
Ellie’s smile was as big as Joel’s at this point, she had never seen the man who protected her across the US from infected, cannibals, and everything else in between, giggle, at least never like this. She couldn’t help but join in herself as she positioned herself so familiarly over Joel’s shins.
Tommy paused for a brief second as Joel was too incapacitated by exhaustion to back any kinds of counter attack.
“Do right above the kneecaps, he’ll love that”
“Oooo your gonna get it motherfucker” Ellie smiled and positioned her hands.
“N-Now if y-you asshats do-HOHONT KNOHAHCKAHAHA-”
There was not even a second for Joel to keep his cool as Tommy dove his hands into each space within his ribcage accompanied by the rapid squeezing provided by Ellie, this was full on torture for the man.
“Nothin but a bit of brotherly love eh Joel?”
“SHUHUAHAUT IHIT TOHAHAHMOHMY”
“Awh quit throwing such a fit ya stubborn asshole”
Even as his own words were used against him, Joel couldn’t fight the joyful snickers and uncontrollable laughter that seems to bubble out of him, for a a strong as he is he felt everything leave him under the touch of the two smiling bafoons that held him down.
“Joel you’re such an asshole for never mentioning this, you made me use the joke book to make you laugh?” Ellie smiled and joined in on the tease, as she was now squeezed to the rhythm of an old song she used to have on tape.
Joel had no response to the teenagers quip as he held is head in his palm in his own fit of giggles, surprising even Tommy at this point.
“Alright alright, we probably shouldn’t kill the old man” Tommy let up on his brother, patting his shoulder as he stood up.
“U-uh we might not have killed him but he looks pretty fucking broken. This isn’t the Joel I ever remember” Ellie had gotten up at this point and was now squatted next to Joel, holding the sides of his head at his temples. His eyes were closed as he was attempting to regain himself but the constant sputter of laughter would seep out through his nose or mouth, almost as though there were residual tickles all on and around him.
This by far was the most relaxed Joel’s felt in years, his brain had completely let go and although he would never admit it, he would probably say that brotherly love did him more good than a rusty old truck ever could. Instead, he finally regained his breath after a few more out-spurts and turned his smile into one of his disapproving frowns as he opened his eyes and looked up at Ellie and Tommy.
“If either of you ever do that again, so help me god I will break your godamn jaws”
“Awh just say you liked it motherfucker”
#tlou#so many typos oops#tlou tickle#tickle fic#lee!tommy#lee!joel#ler!tommy#ler!joel#ler!ellie#the last of us#tlou fluff#tlou tickle fic#writing drought is over bby
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Oh Baby » Tommy Lee
Pairings: Husband!Tommy Lee x Wife!Reader
Summary: The reader tells Tommy that she’s pregnant.
Warnings: Fluff, language, pet names (babe)
Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
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You patiently waited for your husband to get home from band rehearsal so you can give him his surprise. Today you found out that you’re pregnant. You’ve been dying to tell Tommy all day, but you wanted to wait until tonight. When you heard the door open, you immediately ran to it to see Tommy. You jumped in his arms, kissing him passionately. Tommy was quick to catch you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Hello to you too, babe.” Tommy smiles against your lips.
“I have a surprise for you!” You say with excitement.
“What kind of surprise?” He asks with a smirk.
“Not that kind of surprise! Gut your mind out of the gutter, Tommy!” You giggled.
You grabbed his hand and lead him to the living room.
“Sit down.” You say, pointing at the couch.
“Yes, ma’am.” Tommy says.
Tommy sat down on the couch. You sat down next to him. You picked up a small box off of the floor and handled to him.
“Open it!” You say.
Tommy takes the box out of your hands and opened it. There was ultrasound pictures and a baby onesie that said “Daddy’s Little Rockstar”.
“Daddy’s Little Rockstar.” Tommy mumbles more to himself.
It didn’t take him long to realize what it meant. His eyes widened in surprise and shock.
“No fucking way! You’re pregnant?!” He says with excitement.
You nodded your head yes. Tommy wrapped his arms around your waist and stood up with you in his arms, spinning you around making you squeal in surprise.
“We’re going to be fucking parents!” He shouts.
Tommy gently put you on your feet and kissed you passionately. He got on his knees in front of you and pushed up your tank top, kissing your soon to be baby bump making you smile.
“Hey little rockstar, it’s your daddy. Your mommy is here too. I just wanted to tell you that we’re so excited to meet you soon. We love you more than anything.” He says softly, kissing your stomach.
Tommy’s sweet words caused your eyes to tear up. He stood up and kissed you passionately again.
“I love you so fucking much, babe.” Tommy says against your lips.
“I love you so fucking much too, Tommy.” You say, smiling against his lips.
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-Bucky’s Doll
#tommy lee#motley crue#pam and tommy#sebastian stan#sebastian stan characters#tommy lee x female reader#tommy lee x wife!reader#tommy lee x reader#tommy lee x y/n#tommy lee x you#tommy lee fluff#tommy lee one shot#wife!reader
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Halloween party shenanigans
Pairings: Early 2000s!Tommy Lee x Fem!reader
Warnings: drinking, drunk reader and her shenanigans,Tommy punches a guy for hitting on you cause I think it’s hot, age gap, reader has an Elvis obsession because yes.
Summary: you go to a Halloween party with your boyfriend
You’re dressed as none other than Priscilla Presley this year because your obsession with Elvis is ever growing and your love for his wife was growing too. You love her hair especially. So you have a black wig with the giant beehive. You’re wearing a shorter version of her wedding dress with a veil on top of your head. Her iconic makeup adorning your face.
You walked down the tile stairs to the foyer where your boyfriend was waiting. He was dressed as spiderman, ever the kid at heart. Especially after the new Spider-Man movie with Tobey Maguire came out.
The drummer heard your heels clacking and looked up to see you walking gracefully down the stairs. “Holy fuck, babe. You look beautiful.” Tommy had nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.
You giggled, “Thank you. You don’t look to bad yourself.”
“Yeah well, I definitely don’t look as sexy as you holy shit.” He held his arms open for you and you walked into them after reaching the floor, the two of you in an embrace.
The moment was interrupted by his cellphone buzzing. “Ugh, it’s probably Nikki saying ‘where the fuck are you?’ He can’t stop being an asshole outside of work. So fucking glad I left motley.”
“Oh but you love him.” You gave him a teasing smile.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go before he personally shows up to our house.”
The two of you made it to the party which was being hosted at none other than Saul Hudson’s house or as most people know him, Slash.
You’re pretty good friends with him since you produced a couple of his songs. Yep, you’re a music producer and damn good one at that.
Making your way through the crowd you greeted the man himself, who was dressed as a vampire but still adorned his iconic top hat.
“Slash!” You cheered with open arms. The two of you had a brief hug because someone is a little territorial. You love him for that though.
“Y/n!” He exclaimed back with a wide smile before exchanging a brotherly handshake with Tommy. “You make a great Priscilla.” Slash commented.
“Thanks. See I wanted this one to go as Elvis but as soon as he saw Spider-Man he was dead set on his costume.” You pointed you thumb to the drummer.
“Hey, in my defense it was much easier to get a Spider-Man costume than an Elvis costume.” You playfully rolled your eyes at that, “Whatever. Come on let’s go find everyone else.”
When the two of you spotted nikki who was comedically dressed as Michael Meyers, freaking you out just a little bit until he took the mask off when he realized it was making you feel uneasy.
“Sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to scare you.” The bassist apologized and you smiled with a shake of your head. “It’s fine, I’m just a not a slasher person.”
The terror twins continued to have a conversation when you were distracted by one of your friends, Holly Madison. You quickly told Tommy you’d be right back as you rushed over to her.
She was dressed as tinker bell looking beautiful as always. “Holly!!” You exclaimed and her face lit up when she saw you. The two of you hugged tightly before letting go. “Oh my god you look beautiful.” The two of you said at the same time looking at each other’s outfits.
“Ok I’ve been waiting for you to show up so we can get drunk!” The blonde cheered and you laughed with a nod.
Four drinks later you were already drunk. Dancing on the counter top, Tommy watching you carefully to make sure you didn’t get hurt. When you got down with the help of some random guy who you didn’t know would cause you trouble in just a few moments, you tripped and almost fell when you were caught by him.
“Whoa, careful babe.” He chuckled and you immediately pulled his hand off of you. “Thanks for helping me.” You said.
He waved you off, “It was no problem. Hey, you’re that music producer. You produced for my band once.” You don’t even know this guy. “I did?”
“Yeah. Always thought you were pretty. You wanna go out someti-“ he was cut off by a punch being thrown at him, knocking him to the floor. Your boyfriend stood over him, anger in his eyes.
“Stay the fuck away from my woman. Got that?”
The man nodded and hissed in pain.
“Oh my god Tommy! You can’t totally do that!” You we’re slurring your words and he knew you were very drunk. “Come on, let’s get you home.” The brunette whispered.
“Noooo I wanna stay right here.” You made a show of stomping your foot on the ground with your arms crossed. Tommy wrapped an arm around your waist, “No, you’ve had enough partying tonight. Cmon baby.” And with a huff, you let him take you home.
#motley crue#motley crue x reader#tommy lee#nikki sixx#vince neil#mick mars#fanfic#fluff#cute#2000s tommy lee#tommy lee fluff#tommy lee x reader
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There is no doubt in my mind that my favorite tiktoker is a lee, ler, or switch
Tell me I’m wrong.
#dsmp#mcyt#dsmp tickle#mcyt tickle#lee!tommy#ler!tubbo#ler!ranboo#tickle thoughts#tickle fluff#sfw tickling community#tword community#tickle art
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Smiling Like Sunshine
Word Count: 11,167
Warnings: Mentions of past verbal abuse/manipulation & feet tkls
Inspired by the fantastic fic Icing Those Hurts on ao3! This kind of spoils the ending of the story as it's set a little bit after the main conflict is resolved. You'll be able to understand the story without reading the original, but if you want the context (which again, is so fucking good, oh my god) then click the link provided <3
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
Also fun fact! This is the longest fic I've ever written and I'm very proud of how it turned out :D
Tommy didn’t laugh much.
His coach found his loud, boisterous cackles unfit for a figure skater of his standards. Hissing it was too ‘unruly’, and ‘disruptive’. He was ordered to get rid of the natural joyous sound and replace it with a softer, more polite sounding noise. “Something ‘better”, his coach had said, not even acknowledging Tommy wilting on the spot. “No one wants to hear that, you’re better quiet, just like how I've taught you. Understand, Snowflake?”
Tommy, not knowing any better, had lowered his head away from the man and nodded stiffly. “...Yes sir,” he muttered, his eyes stinging at being robbed of yet another thing that made him who he was, but he shoved down the need to cry. If he wanted to keep his coach, and stay on top of the figure skating competition, he had to make sacrifices, even if that meant stripping away parts of himself and throwing them into the flames for better publicity. He had to be good enough. He had to be perfect.
He had to be perfect.
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Then he met the SMP hockey team.
The hockey boys who were constantly messing around and teasing each other, lightheartedly rough-housing and laughing loudly. No one gave them odd looks for their wild giggling or impressive wheezes, often the people surrounding the team found the sounds contagious, Tommy included, though he barely let out anything other than a few huffs here and there. His proper laugh was locked away tight due to the constant reprimands and sneers of an old coach who hated every ‘imperfection’ he saw in Tommy. So, he stayed quiet, he stayed perfect. He owed the team that at least, after everything they’d done for him.
But over time, he learned a new lesson. He learned he was allowed to just… be him. He didn’t have to force himself to be the sad, dead clone his coach would marionette with cruel hands. So, he let the inner side of himself show, snippet by snippet. He allowed the ‘unruly’, ‘ugly’ side of him to break through the mental barrier without the exhausting restrictions of a cruel man.
However, the very first time he burst into a fit of small giggles at a stupid joke Schlatt made, his mind hissed venomously of disgust and repulsion and it died in his throat as quick as it had appeared. While he didn’t really mind the other parts of himself, he hated his normal laugh now. He hated the off-putting sound his body so naturally made, despite his best efforts to change it to a more fitting variation. Whether that was due to his coach’s constant reprimands or his own brain’s contempt for it, Tommy couldn’t laugh like he used to without something acidic spiking through his body.
Suddenly hit with the realisation he’d actually laughed normally in front of the hockey players, Tommy’s anxiety forced his eyes to nervously dart up to them, wary of the contempt and judging sneers undoubtedly sent his way. Instead of that however, he was met with the sight of the boys looking at him like he was something precious. He was swept into Wilbur’s arms not a second later, the man holding him in a bear hug murmuring softly, voice thick with something that couldn’t be described with anything but love.
“Tommy, that was so sweet, oh my god- please let yourself laugh like that more, oh god I’m gonna lose my mind! That was so, so cute-”
Tommy had shoved his face into his hands to deal with the warmth in his cheeks and confused happiness fluttering in his chest, trying to ignore Wilbur's cooing behind him. But the compliments didn’t stop there. Every time he let out a giggle, snort or laugh less controlled than before, he was sent such an adoring look it made him flush and grin shyly.
The boys found themselves trying to seek out the figure skater’s laugh whenever they could, hoping to make him more comfortable with the sound so he would stop trying to stifle it. And when Tommy’s coach was out of the way permanently, they upped their efforts of getting the kid to laugh. That mission was how Tommy found himself in the middle of a common trend his friends had started.
They’d gathered in the SMP’s room, re-watching tapes on the TV, pointing out certain things and making bits out of it, the jokes getting dumber and less understandable by the second, but it always made them crack up in one way or another. Schlatt had the unfortunate experience of snorting his drink and spent the next two minutes coughing and spluttering while the rest of the team howled at his misery. Techno gave him a solid thump on the back to help clear his airway, though even he was chuckling.
Tommy was nestled in Sapnap’s arms, similar to how a bear would cradle their cub, his shoulders bouncing with his small giggles he hadn’t let become verbal yet. Sapnap smiled fondly at the sight, though a tinge of disappointment tugged at his heart every time Tommy’s lips stayed firmly shut. He knew how sweet the laughter sounded, he just wished Tommy knew it too.
He leaned down a bit so Tommy could hear him over the cackling of the others. “Five bucks says Schlatt does the exact same thing in ten minutes.”
Tommy jumped a little at how close Sapnap’s voice was to his ear, flicking his eyes to the man and gave an amused smile. “Ten bucks says he does it in less.”
“You’re on.” Sapnap snorted, gently squeezing the boy’s sides. Tommy instantly flinched with a small squeak, leaning back into Sapnap’s chest like it was instinctive with his smile growing larger. The response lifted Sapnap’s eyebrows quickly, interest lighting up, though Tommy didn’t see it. He was too caught up in registering the sensation, the small tingles in his nerves both oddly unfamiliar and foreign at the same time. He couldn't recall the last time he'd felt something akin to it.
Sapnap couldn't help himself. He did it again, just as gentle as the first time, fully grinning when Tommy burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles immediately, quiet enough to not draw attention but oh, so pure. His fingers massaged into the soft skin, just enough to tickle but not be overwhelming.
Tommy's hands flitted instinctively towards his mouth to silence himself, then back down to the fingers wiggling into his sides. Honestly, Tommy could escape easily, yet he stayed in place, weight leaned into Sapnap. He wasn't used to this kind of affection, but he couldn't deny he was having fun. And as much as he hated his laugh and exposing the hideousness of it to his friends, he selfishly didn't want to stop. The soft touch was drawing honey rich giggles from within his chest, a sound unheard from him in a long, long time.
Though his small gasps of gentle laughter remained out of the others' ears - all too focused on Schlatt who was yelling about "war on liquids" or something - Sapnap listened lovingly, adoring the uncommon sound.
Upon slowly poking along Tommy’s sides and up to his ribs however, the boy was fast to clamp his hands firmly over his mouth, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to bear the soft tingling which had increased tenfold.
"Something funny?" Sapnap raised a brow teasingly, trying not to feel too sad about the fact that Tommy had been so fast to silence his real laughter.
Tommy couldn't reply with how rapidly his bubbly giggles were spilling from his mouth, heavily muffled by his hands but Sapnap could still hear it. With practice from past tickle fights of the SMP, Sapnap scratched along Tommy’s lower ribs, careful not to dig in too roughly and hurt the boy. Judging by the small buck and rapids squeaks of laughter Tommy let out, it was definitely a good spot.
"So sweet," Sapnap cooed warmly, endeared to no end by the teenager. "sweet giggly, firefly."
The flush in Tommy's cheeks increased tenfold. It wasn't sweet. It was ugly and wrong, he shouldn't be laughing like this, it wasn't-
Tommy suddenly squealed when Sapnap’s fingers started to scratch gently along his ribs through the hoodie, the feeling of the material tickling even more. "S-Sahapnap-" he gasped, breathlessly giggling.
At the small plea of his name, Sapnap let up instantly, returning to simply hugging the boy and dropping his chin into the messy curls. He felt Tommy lean into him, breathing a tad heavier after his giggle fit.
"Sorry buddy, I couldn't pass up the opportunity," he chuckled good-naturedly, hoping he hadn't actually overstepped anything. Tommy’s hands slowly slipped down from his mouth now that the laughter was disappearing from his breath. Despite how sudden and out of pocket the playful barrage was, Tommy found it wasn’t unpleasant.
"It's alright. I… I didn't really mind.” Tommy's small, mirthful admittance caused Sapnap's heart to clench in love instantly. How could one kid make him so soft?
'Didn't really mind' stuck out to the raven haired man, a smile spreading across his face at the implications.
“Sooo,” he murmured, watching as Schlatt put Quackity in a chokehold and Techno tried to stop Wilbur from doing the same to Schlatt. "Did you want me to continue?"
Tommy hesitated, his start to re-adjust himself put on immediate halt at the question. He didn't really expect Sapnap to want to continue, he'd surely laughed enough to make the man uncomfortable. But then and again, if he was offering…?
No one wants to hear that. You understand, Snowflake?
Tommy's hands squeezed the material of his pants. His voice was weak in his throat as he tried to figure out a reply. "...I…um…"
Sapnap's hand found his shoulder, thumb brushing gently against it and sending a comforting warmth through Tommy. "If you like it, I don't mind, bud," he smiled gently. "It's pretty cute, and seeing you smile is always gonna be a good thing.”
Tommy couldn’t hide the pinkness in his face if he wanted to, his ears burning a sweet strawberry red. “...Oh,” he murmured quietly, lost in thought. After a moment of consideration, Tommy leant back into Sapnap, tucking his arms over himself. “Okay,” he mumbled, trying not to look as flustered as he felt when he heard Sapnap coo above him.
Throughout the evening, Sapnap wiggled his fingers into Tommy’s sides when everyone else was distracted or when the kid was getting playfully snarky, the response of small muffled giggles and half hearted squirming made the man melt every single time. The kid was too cute. If the Olympics had a competition for the most adorable person in existence, Tommy would win gold every time, Sapnap believed that wholeheartedly.
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“You are messing with me- no way- Techno would never-”
“Oh you’d be surprised, pequeña estrella,” Quackity chuckled, his hand squeezing Tommy’s, the boy able to feel the warmth of Quackity’s palm through the gloves. “That man may carry himself with the air of some rich fucker, but he’s an absolute dork.”
“But- but he wouldn’t just lick a frozen lamp post or something-”
“Oh no, that was Wilbur who did that one. Techno tried to drink from a fountain and got his tongue stuck to the metal when he went too close. He’s never touched one since, outright refuses cause we have so many photos of him being stuck to a goddamn public drinking fountain.”
Tommy giggled, high and mirthful, his free gloved hand coming up instinctively to muffle the sound. “Oh my god, that’s- what the fuck-”
Quackity's smile dampened a little now that the treasurable sound was swathed by the glove, but he didn’t let it show, instead squeezing Tommy’s hand again and tugging him along faster back towards the buildings. They’d been walking through the snow for a good while, and Quackity couldn’t even feel his toes anymore.
“Come on, let’s go grab some hot chocolate kid, this cold is gonna kill me if we stay out any longer.”
Tommy nodded eagerly, his love for hot chocolate fuelled endlessly with how often the SMP players drank it. They quickly slipped through the doors of the dining hall, shaking off snow from their boots and plucking the gloves from their hands when the warm air of the room hit them full force. Though, that didn’t stop Quackity from taking up Tommy’s hand again, interlocking their fingers with ease. Tommy hid a soft smile, appreciating the gentle contact leagues more than the dark haired man could ever understand.
Quackity easily took the role of getting the drinks, letting Tommy quietly stand at his side and enjoy the hand holding. At some point, Quackity’s thumb slipped from holding Tommy’s to gently trace his palm, something he usually did with the other members of his team; it was basically a subconscious action. The repetitive, soft brushing over his skin made the nerves in Tommy's hand tingle, the feeling crawling around his palm like a little spider. The longer it dragged on, Tommy had to control himself not to squirm away from the affection, stuffing his other hand in his pocket and focusing on the floor, his smile stretching across his face and eyebrows drawing together.
It reminded him of what his mother used to do when he hurt his hands falling so many times on the ice. She’d gently brush over the sore spots and draw a smile out of him every time, quietly praising him for his progress and promising he’d get the hang of it someday. It was almost painfully nostalgic, yet Tommy found himself appreciating the feeling from Quackity. He missed the comforting feeling of his hands being tended to so carefully, even if it was at the expense of fighting not to laugh.
As Quackity finished up the drinks, he flicked his gaze to Tommy as he'd gone strangely quiet for quite a while. Seeing the boy’s gaze firmly on the ground sent a spike of worry rocketing through his gut and his brain was quickly swamped with fear. Was something wrong? Was he zoning out? Was he dissociating right now?! Had Quackity missed something-?
The rapid train of anxious suggestions came to an abrupt halt when Quackity caught sight of the wobbly grin the kid was trying to hide. He then noticed Tommy's fingers were slightly tighter in their grip around his own, and a soft pink tinged the boy's ears. It didn’t take a genius to put the pieces together. Quackity had to physically stop himself from squealing loudly in the middle of the dining hall. He didn’t want to accidentally kill Tommy in embarrassment, but come on, having ticklish hands?! That was definitely squeal worthy.
But Quackity, being the nice and generous person he is, decided to leave the murder for another day. He didn't think the others would appreciate the unfortunate death of their favourite blonde figure skater.
Hot chocolates done, he brushed his thumb over the beginning edges of Tommy's fingers to get his attention. "Want to go sit down, bud?" He asked.
Tommy nodded a few moments after the question, distracted with the soft ticklish touch buzzing through his palm. "S-Suhure.”
A giggle slipped out much to Quackity's delight, and he passed Tommy his hot chocolate, effectively keeping the boy from being able to muffle the sound further as both his hands were currently occupied. With that, he gently tugged the boy along to a free table, his thumb still tracing Tommy's palm lines to hear the small slips of laughter. He stored the precious little nugget of information away, internally fawning over such a cute quirk for the figure skater.
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George had usually been the one who guarded Tommy when he needed to nap. When he desperately had to escape from his coach and breathe, if only for a little bit. So it stood to reason that George felt the need to do the same thing now, even with Tommy's dickhead of a coach now gone for good. Tommy's naps weren't as frequent as they used to be, the teams' (almost overbearing) love and care making sure Tommy was well looked after. Tommy would be lying if he said he hated it, the love and worry the ice hockey players had for him was everything he'd wanted.
Now, he was lying on George's bed, dozing after a fairly intense training session on the ice. He'd been wanting to master a new jump, it was a tricky manoeuvre but he knew how to do the baseline of it now. It would just take a week or two to get the hang of it, and a little longer to do flawlessly. If his coach had been teaching him it, he would've been forced to practice it until he physically couldn't stand, the jump being mastered within seven days.
But thankfully, Tommy wasn't concerned about learning it fast. It was just for fun, and he knew there was no way the SMP boys would even let him on the ice again today, unless it was for another match of hockey with them.
Tommy shifted under his blanket and released a small sigh, his limbs weighed down with a pleasant tiredness, though sleep refused to come to him. George, who had been idly scrolling through his phone, immediately looked to Tommy.
"You alright?"
The blonde cracked an eye open to look at the man, feeling something warm curl in his heart at the concern peeking through George's brown gaze.
"Yeah," he answered after a moment. "Can't sleep is all."
George hummed, shutting off his phone and setting it down beside him. Then he asked, "Anything I can do to help?"
Tommy simply shrugged, not really sure there was anything George could do. This kind of thing happened sometimes, where he was tired enough for rest but there was just something holding him back, a need to keep moving, never stopping, never resting, always training, always on the ice, always perfect-
A gentle hand then brushed along his back, shutting off Tommy's brain in a split second. He didn't move, one eye open and staring at George's leg as he registered the contact.
Taking the silence as a good thing, George's palm brushed up his spine then slowly rubbed to his lower back. The pattern was slow and steady, a sort of massage that eased the tension from Tommy's muscles that he didn't even know was there. He melted into the softness of the blankets, eyelids fluttering and slipped closed. He let out a pleased hum, eyes sliding shut once more and a small smile lifting his lips.
“T‘s nice,” he mumbled into the bedclothes, barely intelligible with how slurred it was.
George gave a gentle huff of laughter, amusement crinkling his eyes as he continued to rub Tommy’s back, removing years of tension and anxiety from his thin frame. “It was the only thing I could think of.”
Tommy nuzzled his pillow with a dragged out hum. “Good idea…big brain,” he muttered, “like a dolphin.”
There was a small huff. “I don’t think I’m a dolphin, Tommy, I'm more like a shark."
A soft noise of agreement drew out from Tommy. “Sharks are cool… Big brain shark.”
George rolled his eyes at how out of it Tommy was becoming, sleep cradling his tired body and gently pulling him down. George eased his palm from the boy’s back to replace it with his fingers, tracing the curve of his spine and around his shoulders in a slow, steady rhythm. Wilbur sometimes did this when George struggled to sleep, the gentle ministrations lulling him to rest far faster than nyquil ever did. Though, instead of settling further, Tommy’s shoulders rose a bit, a small mumble leaving him as he buried his face into the pillows.
George blinked at the odd response, shifting his hand further down to draw figure eights on Tommy’s lower back. “Is this okay?” he asked softly.
The blonde figure skater gave a small nod, keeping his face turned into the pillows, hiding a smile into the soft material and trying not to let out the giggles building in his chest. Though, George had a fond look on his face as he’d seen the expression, taken in the reactions, and put the pieces together.
It was quite sweet really, and Tommy wasn’t complaining about the sensations, so George kept lightly dragging his nails along the boy’s back and shoulders, noting when the boy would squirm slightly and a small peep would leave him. In a rare moment of mischief, George focused his attention on Tommy's shoulder blades, the boy finally breaking into a small fit of squeaky giggles. Almost immediately after, his hand came up to muffle the sound, a slight flush heating up his ears at how quickly his resolve broke. George however, only gave a pleased hum at the noises.
“There it is,” he said softly, giving Tommy’s shoulders a small, quick scratch before returning to the middle of his back, “thank you.”
…Thank you?
Tommy would’ve tried to figure out what on earth that meant, but his brain had essentially been turned to mush with the shapes and lines being gently traced into the curve of his spine. The soft, ticklish sensations swirling over his back caused small giggles to tumble free, despite the palm firmly planted on mouth. Tommy couldn’t hold back the noises if he wanted to, the dam broken much to his dismay.
Though it was odd, George continued to move his fingers along his spine to draw out the little mirthful noises, even with how hideous they were. Tommy didn’t understand why George would keep at the gentle touch if all it would gain was his obnoxious laughter.
A finger then scratched gently at the back of Tommy’s ribs, tingles shooting through his nervous system and causing his whole body to curl in on itself and a squeak slipping out. George, unbeknownst to Tommy, fondly smiled at the reaction. He spoke softly, just loud enough to hear over Tommy’s tumbling giggles. “You don’t have to force yourself to be quiet, Tommy, really you don’t. It’s just us.”
The rib tickling shifted back into soft tracing along Tommy’s lower back and up his spine, easing the growing tingles back to something more relaxing. Tommy’s body uncurled and melted back into the mattress at the soothing motions, his hand still feebly trying to muffle the quiet giggling. He didn’t want to expose the sound more than he already had. George shouldn’t feel forced to hear it-
It’s just us.
Just them.
It was just him and George. Gentle, careful, loving George. He’d never hurt Tommy before, never judged, he’d always been there as a comforting presence.
Tommy’s fingers gripped at his jaw a touch tighter. Maybe…maybe it was okay? At least for a little bit?
With slow, cautious movements, Tommy’s palm hesitantly slid away from his mouth, curling into a fist just over his lips and resting on the pillow under his head. It was ready to go right back over his mouth the second George got tired of his ugly noises. However, there was a small, pleased noise from the brunette behind him. It made his anxiety settle a bit, knowing he’d made the man happier with his choice. Tommy let himself relax into the bed, his hand losing tension so it was barely curled beside him. It wasn’t long before the gentle motions on his back lulled him into a sleepy state once more.
The small giggles began to ease from his breath, leaving him feeling lighter than ever. His eyes slid closed without him really realising as his exhausted body finally gave in to its weariness.
George smiled down at the boy and tucked the precious memory into the corner of his mind. Quietly, he turned his phone back on, continuing to scroll as his nails idly drifted across Tommy’s back, the boy having slipped into a blissful sleep, a smile still lifting his lips.
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One of the perks of adopting a teenage figure skater into a clan of dumbass hockey players was that it came with teasing privileges. Seeing the boy as a little brother, everyone got their fair share of light-hearted fun, Tommy enjoying the banter and countering it with his own most of the time.
There were times however, when he was faced with such an odd subject of teasing he wasn’t quite sure how to respond to it. Schlatt, for instance, had locked onto the fact that Tommy was practically a bean pole, and with that, he’d started making claims that Tommy could easily be carted around.
Tommy rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time, giving the man before him a light-hearted glare. “I’m not that light, Schlatt-”
“You are. I bet that I could pick you up and carry you around easily for hours,” Schlatt countered, a shit eating grin on his face as he stood in front of the boy, arms crossed and eyebrow quirked challengingly.
“No you- you literally couldn’t. You struggle to lift yourself out of bed in the morning, what makes you think you could lift me?”
A bark of laughter from across the room made Schlatt send a middle finger towards the culprit, the culprit being Quackity who was curled up on a chair on his phone. The mutton-chopped chaos bringer smirked at Tommy, his eyes narrowed playfully.
“Right, you wanna bet man?” He asked.
The question made something uncomfortable roll in the boy's gut. “...Bet what?” Tommy looked a bit unsure as he spoke, his mind flashing to notes and misunderstandings.
Schlatt gave a one shouldered shrug with a flap of his hand. “If I can pick you up and carry you around, then you just gotta let it happen. But if I can’t, then I’ll do whatever you want for an hour.”
Quackity cackled again from his little throne, gleaming eyes watching the scene unfold before him. “Go on Tommy,” he encouraged. “When he fails, you can ask him to do a little jig and he’ll have to! Think of the blackmail opportunities!”
Tommy’s skin prickled anxiously at the thought of blackmail, but a warm hand on his shoulder turned his gaze back to Schlatt who was looking at him gently.
“We don’t have to bet or anything if you don’t want to bud,” he promised, “it’s all just in fun. Honest.”
Tommy blinked at him, not really expecting it to be that simple. Schlatt was a man of inhumane determination and explosive opinions, and yet he was ready to drop the challenge? Just like that? Why would-?
Because it’s you.
His mind offered the idea like it was something delicate and Tommy, gently, hesitantly, let himself hold onto it for a moment. Because it’s him. Schlatt’s willing to back out because it’s Tommy, no strings attached, no catches at all. The thought shouldn’t make his heart as warm as it did, but the little bubbles of happiness in his stomach was evidence enough.
“Okay.” He found himself saying. “If you’re able to carry me around for more than five minutes, then sure, bets on.”
Schlatt was grinning once more. “Excellent.”
Before Tommy could even prepare himself, Schlatt had ducked down and ducked his shoulder into the kid’s waist, scooping his weight up and sending Tommy sprawling over his back.
“Fucken hell!” Tommy yelped, scrambling to cling onto something, settling on taking bunches of Schlatt’s hockey jumper in his hands.
Schlatt, now standing upright, laughed loudly as he held onto the boy securely, grinning even though Tommy couldn’t see it. “There! What’d I tell ya? Easy.”
Tommy grunted, elbowing Schlatt’s spine a bit as he sat up the best he could. “Still have to keep this up for five minutes, Schlatt.”
“Oh please, I once did this to Soot for half an hour.”
Tommy’s eyebrows shot up and he smacked a hand into Schlatt’s back in indignation without much thought. “You- you dickhead! You conned me!”
The hockey player cackled, spinning on the spot gently. “Of course I did! Big Q, you getting photos of this?”
“I’ve been filming this whole time man.”
Tommy made an affronted noise, sending the man a faux offended look. “Quackity you were in on this?!”
There was another laugh from the beanie wearing devil. “Sorry dude, it’s kinda funny seeing you getting hauled around like a sack of potatoes.”
Exasperated and defeated, Tommy groaned, slumping into Schlatt fully and letting himself hang over his shoulder, grumbling incoherently about betrayal and treachery.
“Aw c’mon, lighten up bud, it could be worse,” Schlatt snickered, squeezing the boy’s knee gently.
The limb spasmed wildly, a strangled noise leaving Tommy as he kicked his leg out on reflex. Schlatt’s eyebrows shot up at the sudden reaction, then, with a look akin to a cat hunting a mouse, he grinned.
“Oh, what do we have here, hmm?” He purred.
Never one to pass up an opportunity, Schlatt immediately latched back onto Tommy’s leg and squeezed up and down the muscle. Tommy practically shrieked, wriggling in Schlatt’s hold as he broke into snorts, surprising both Schlatt and Quackity at how whole it sounded.
Tommy was so caught off guard about the sudden attack he forgot to muffle the ugly sounds spilling from him, though to everyone else in the room, it was the sweetest thing in the world. “Schlahahatt!” Tommy gasped out, gripping the back of the man’s jersey and hanging on, eyes scrunched with how wide his smile was.
Schlatt chuckled when Tommy squealed adorably upon his fingers scratching gently on the underside of his knees. “Yeah? What’s up, Tommy?” he goaded playfully, “I must say, you’re getting awfully squirmy up there, is something the matter?”
Through tumbling cackles, Tommy tried to formulate a coherent response to reply. “Ihihihihit’s- Ihihihi’m- S-Schlahahatt, ohoho gohohod-!” Though he was trying, Tommy could barely get a sentence out, laughing his heart out as ticklish sparks zapped through his legs like lightning.
The man chuckled at Tommy’s half baked words, scuttling his nails along the sensitive sides of his thighs. “Good try buddy, almost gave me an answer,” he jokingly praised, “you’ll get there eventually, I believe.”
Schlatt spun gently on the spot, causing Tommy’s mirthful giggles to pick up with the movement, the high pitched titters causing the softest grin imaginable to spread across Schlatt’s face. He adored hearing the boy laugh - not that pathetic fake thing his coach forced onto him - no, absolutely not. He meant the bright, wonderful laugh Tommy had kept locked away inside him. Every time it sneaked out, the entire hockey team would be a melted puddle of adoration and love, and Tommy didn’t even believe it.
But, the SMP had made it their goal long ago to help Tommy regain his footing in his life, secure in himself and everything he did.
Catching Tommy’s wheeze of laughter, Schlatt gave his knee a final tweak before patting the limb, not wanting to overwhelm the poor boy. “Alright, alright, I’m done. Promise.”
An elbow dug into Schlatt’s ribs from behind, making him choke a bit on air. Tommy sat up the best he could from his position, and looked over his shoulder with a glare that didn’t even hold any heat. “You are such a dick,” he exhaled a laugh, grinning despite the ‘mock annoyance’ he was trying to put on.
Schlatt didn’t reply. He was too caught off guard from what met his gaze. Tommy’s cheeks were flushed pink, just like they were when his routines got intense on the ice, a wide smile lifting his cheeks in a way that made his eyes squint. It made something warm and golden pool into Schlatt’s heart, something unfamiliar yet becoming common around the blonde teen. Ew, feelings. He couldn’t tell anyone that lest he be called ‘soft’.
Tommy blinked at the man when he didn’t respond, his smile slipping back to something smaller and unfortunately more regular for him. It made the warmth in Schlatt’s heart flicker and constrict. Tommy cleared his throat a bit awkwardly, looking abashed by the sudden silence after his laughter had filled the room for so long. “S-So what now? You’re just gonna carry me for an hour?” He asked, not sounding too sure whether he should be joking or not, ears burning in self-conscious embarrassment.
Schlatt blinked off his shock faster than Quackity - (who was still processing how happy Tommy had looked) - instead slipping on an easy grin in hopes of soothing the boy. He dipped his shoulder down suddenly, making Tommy yelp loudly and cling tighter to his jersey, a breathless giggle managing to find its way out of him. Schlatt straightened not a moment later with a shrug, gently jostling the boy who had laughter at the edge of his voice once more from the unpredictable movements. Schlatt would die before he admitted that the sound made him relax practically instantly.
He shrugged again just to be more annoying, Tommy moving with the motion as he spoke arily. “I was thinking of two hours actually. I’ve been meaning to break my record of carrying Quackity for one and a half.”
Tommy froze in disbelief, hands going slack in being balled in his jumper. “You carried Quackity for-?”
An outraged squawk sounded out from across the room. Ah, it seemed Quackity had snapped out of his stupor at last. “Schlatt shut the fuck up! You told me you’d never tell anyone about that!”
Tommy felt the chuckle reverberating through Schlatt as he laughed heartily. “Not gonna lie dude, most people I know are aware of that story.”
There was another yell, this one bordering on despair. “Oh, you absolute motherfucker!”
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Soft footsteps echoed down the halls, weighed down slightly and accompanied by the soft clink of skates tapping together.
“I told you to get off the ice sooner love,” Wilbur murmured softly, gentle hands supporting a certain tired blonde who was curled on his back. He felt the boy wince sharply at his words.
“I know. I’m sor-”
“No, don’t apologise.” Wilbur immediately interrupted, tramping up the stairs to his room. “I know it's a habit for you, we’ll break it though. You can’t be blamed for what that dickhead put in your brain.”
Tommy didn’t answer, instead pushing his cold nose into the back of Wilbur’s shoulder, trying not to cry. Though the tears weren't due to the pain twinging in his ankles.
He’d been skating for hours, not keeping track of time and subconsciously shoving down his body's' protests for rest. Shocking how quickly old behaviour came sneaking back when he’d thought he’d gotten better. Wilbur had found him - apparently the entire team was out searching when he didn’t turn up for dinner - and immediately got him off the rink. Due to how long he was skating, his feet hurt and his body was weighed down with tiredness. Hence Wilbur piggy-backing Tommy back to the rooms. Tommy had tried to protest that he could walk himself, but Wilbur refused to let him, getting the boy to clamber onto his back.
“I’d feel better knowing you weren’t in pain,” he admitted softly, taking Tommy’s skates from him and cradling his face. “It hurts me to see you like this, sunshine.”
So, Tommy had listened. And internally, he was quite grateful he had. His feet, despite not having weight on them anymore, ached horribly. Walking would’ve been a fucking nightmare. The gentle clinking of his skates in Wilbur’s hand, accompanied by the steady thuds of his footfalls was a steady rhythm that had Tommy’s eyes fluttering, leaning his head fully into Wilbur’s thick coat as drowsiness circled him like a buzzard.
“Darling, hey.” He was gently jostled, making him start with a weary noise. Wilbur’s apologetic look met his eyes. “I know you want to sleep, bubs, but we gotta get you some painkillers and some water first. I know how much you’d hate to wake up in the morning and feel like your feet are broken, right?”
It was a good point to be fair. Didn’t mean Tommy was happy about it though.
Wilbur laughed softly when Tommy made his opinions abundantly clear as he thumped his head back onto Wilbur’s shoulder, a deep groan drawing from his throat.
“I know, I know. The hassle of being looked after is dreadful,” Wilbur teased lightly, knocking his head gently into Tommy’s affectionately. “Only a few minutes of me fussing, Tommy, then you can sleep.”
“...Fine,” Tommy muttered, and in his heart, he felt the tingly feeling of warmth and love flood him.
It took a minute for Wilbur to figure out how to open the door with Tommy clinging to his back like a little monkey, eventually getting Tommy to twist the handle as he shouldered the door. Kicking it shut behind him, Wilbur moved over to the bed and gently deposited the kid onto the sheets.
“Right, I’m gonna check my bag for some painkillers, stay here and don’t fall asleep okay? You need to drink something first.” Wilbur ran a hand through Tommy’s hair before he stepped away into the bathroom, on a mission to find something to help relieve the aches plaguing Tommy.
The boy gave a sleepy hum a few seconds delayed of Wilbur’s instructions, glazed eyes keeping track of the duvet in case it went sentient and slithered away. Duvets could do that right? Yeah. Yeah, that sounded realistic.
Tommy giggled quietly to himself, almost deliriously, and scrubbed at his eyes, trying not to keel over into the possibly-sentient duvet and fall asleep right then and there. Where was Wilbur?
“..ommy? Hey, you okay?”
Ah, there he was.
“Hmm?” Tommy lifted his head slowly, a lopsided smile on his face at the sight of Wilbur looking down at him.
“You were just laughing randomly, I asked if you were okay.” Wilbur seemed more amused than worried, sitting down on the bed beside the boy, glass of water in one hand and two painkillers in the other.
Tommy gave a small nod, picking up the tablets from the man’s open hand as he spoke softly, but seriously. “The duvet could be sentient.”
Wilbur stared as Tommy took the water from his hand and sipped at it, tossing the medicine into his mouth afterwards, blissfully unaware of the absolute bombshell of a mind fuck-up he’d given the brunette next to him.
“...Right,” Wilbur eventually muttered, a borderline exasperated laugh leaving his mouth. “We are never letting you overwork yourself ever again, you’re going to turn into a cryptid theorist.”
Tommy cocked his head to the side, similar to a confused puppy. “What’s a cryptid theorist?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
The blonde continued to drink his water quietly, gaze eventually shifting from the duvet to Wilbur as the man had slipped something out of his pocket and was unscrewing the lid. “What’s that?” He asked.
“Ointment. It’ll help with the muscle pain in your ankles. We use it sometimes after an intense game or when training takes a toll.” Wilbur popped the cap off and placed it to the side, patting his lap. “Hand em over.”
Tommy blinked, sleepy and clueless and overall just a sweet mess. “...Huh?” He mumbled. Wilbur just patted his leg twice and gave Tommy a fond look at his state.
“Your feet, c’mon Toms, I don’t bite.”
“Yes you do. You literally bit Schlatt the other day.” Despite his argument, Tommy swung his feet into Wilbur’s expectant lap, though it was with as much grace as a drunk swan.
“He tried to steal my pancakes, I think it was justified,” Wilbur defended with a chuckle, slipping off Tommy’s thick socks and placing them on the bed. “This is gonna be cold, sorry bud.”
“‘t’s fine,” Tommy mumbled, taking the last sip of his water and putting it on the bedside table, nestling back into the pillows and trusting Wilbur entirely.
Wilbur dabbed some of the ointment onto his fingertips and placed them on Tommy’s ankle, feeling the boy’s entire body shudder at the coolness of the cream. “Sorry, I did warn you,” he chuckled, gently rubbing the stuff into Tommy’s aching muscles.
Tommy practically went boneless, slumping into the pillows and giving a satisfied hum. Wilbur had to hold back a proper laugh at that, pressing more pressure into the muscles. “Jesus, you’re tense, have you never had a foot massage before?”
“Sounds fucken weird, why would I need to? I stretch, don't I?”
“So do we, but we sometimes have days where we need to take extra care of ourselves.”
Tommy smiled to himself in thought. “Quackity told me how Sapnap and him have spa days.”
Wilbur really did laugh at that one. ”Yeah, I’ll never forget the time they got me to go to one, I was so uptight the entire time.”
Tommy raised a brow lazily, eyes fluttering. “Why? This feels nice?”
The brunette gave a small huff, sending the boy a bit of an embarrassed smile. “Cause I’ve got ticklish feet mate, I had to fight for my life not to kick the person giving the massage.”
Tommy couldn’t help but snicker a bit, imagining the predicament. “Sounds kinda funny. I hope they recorded it.”
“Oi,” Wilbur warned playfully, “I have the video of Schlatt carrying you around, don’t make me start making fun of you for that.”
Tommy held his hands up in surrender, grinning tiredly at the brunette who rolled his eyes and continued back to his work. The atmosphere was one of peace, Wilbur making sure all tension was out of Tommy’s battered ankles, and the boy thoroughly enjoying the gentle treatment. God, he wished he’d known about this kind of thing sooner. Anytime he’d overworked himself and ended up with stiff muscles or cramping joints, his coach had begrudgingly given him a day to recover, or blatantly told him to “not fuck up our chances of winning”. It seemed ridiculous thinking back on it now, as his coach was the sole reason for his condition getting worse, yet Tommy was blamed for his own injuries.
Tommy’s bitter thoughts suddenly screeched to a halt when he felt Wilbur’s cold fingers start to gently rub into the soles and tops of his feet,
Wilbur flicked his eyes back when he felt Tommy lock up, and had to bite his lip to avoid fawning over what he saw. Tommy had his hands pressed tightly over his mouth, his whole body quivering as he fought for his life to keep his laughter in. The redness in his ears and cheeks were undeniably adorable, as was the slight scrunch to his nose that matched his eyes which were squeezed tight.
“You’re allowed to laugh, you know,” Wilbur reminded gently, turning away from Tommy as he cracked an eye open at his voice. “I did when this happened to me. Nothing wrong with having a giggle, sunshine.”
The nickname made Tommy soften and simultaneously more embarrassed, hands only clamping tighter over his lips to restrain the bubbly titters. He’d been letting the uglier side of him out more - too much more - he had snorted in front of Quackity and Schlatt for crying out loud. His coach’s honey-doused words circled his brain. No one wants to hear that. You’re better quie-
Wilbur scratched gently underneath Tommy’s toes, and his mind shut off, a squeal leaping out of him and very quickly followed by high pitched giggles. He tried to pull his feet away instinctively, but Wilbur simply tightened his hold marginally.
Wilbur tutted with a flex of his brow. “Ah ah, I’m not done yet,” he reprimanded lightly, putting more pressure on Tommy’s soles again to massage as he rubbed the ointment into the skin. “Stay there darling, just a little longer.”
Tommy, now that his dam had burst, couldn’t contain his giggling, shifting his hands from covering his mouth to clapping entirely over his warm face, shoulders drawing up to his ears as he laughed squeakily.
Wilbur chuckled softly at the endearing sounds. “I’m not even trying to tickle you right now, are you really this sensitive?”
“Lihike yohou hahave rohoom toho tahalk,” Tommy pressed out, shifting around in his nest of pillows in a weak attempt to bear the tickly movement brushing along his feet.
The hockey player snorted. “Touché. Also, uncover your face would you? I can’t see you smile or hear your laugh when you do that.”
Tommy’s ears flushed brighter, and he shook his head. He had already laughed too genuinely for his liking, the sound was so loud and wrong, he wasn’t meant to-
“Come on darling, I want to hear your giggles,” Wilbur coaxed, lightening his touch to gentle tracing along the sides of Tommy’s soles, smiling when Tommy shrunk in on himself with another squeal. His hands slipped down enough to show his eyes, and Wilbur cooed lovingly. Tommy’s eyes were squinted with his smile, alight with an endearing spark Wilbur had only seen when Tommy was really happy.
“Awwww, there’s my sunspot,” Wilbur murmured, returning to massaging Tommy’s feet, though he wasn’t adding as much pressure as he was before. It wasn’t his fault Tommy was this adorable, okay? Sue him for wanting to ease some laughter out of the teenager.
Tommy’s heart was warm with Wilbur’s affectionate tone, and despite his mind yelling at him not to, he slowly slid his hands from his mouth to interlock his fingers in front of his chin, his giggles now crystal clear. The soft, approving coo from Wilbur was worth the warmth in his face.
“There we go. Well done, Toms, I’m so proud of you.” He smiled so genuinely Tommy couldn’t help the small flicker in him that believed it.
Due to how exhausted Tommy was, Wilbur didn’t purposefully tickle him for long, going back to the original task of massaging the tension out. It didn’t stop Tommy from giggling though.
When Wilbur eventually finished the massage, he slipped Tommy’s socks back on and flicked his eyes up to the boy. He slapped the back of his hand to his mouth and bit down on the skin to avoid cooing obnoxiously loudly. Tommy was nestled snug in the pillows, head turned to the side and half buried amongst the plush material. His cheeks were tinged a light pink and his smile was still there, hands holding his arms in his sleep.
Wilbur counted to ten to compose himself, having to stifle the little happy noises weaselling out of him at how peaceful Tommy looked. Gently manoeuvring the boy’s feet off his lap, Wilbur stood and dragged a heavy blanket over to cover Tommy, trying not to cry endeared tears at how he seemed even smaller under the big, fuzzy cover.
"I hope you sleep well, sunshine," Wilbur murmured, running a gentle hand through Tommy's curls, his thumb brushing over the boy's temple.
He was relieved he'd been able to find Tommy, the panic in his veins was not something Wilbur wanted to experience again any time soon. He settled down on the floor, easily in reach of Tommy should something happen. Pulling out his phone to pass the time, Wilbur was grateful it had been on silent and not disruptive to the boy should anyone call. He was surprised to find it overwhelmed with notifications of the others texting him.
Ah. Shit. He'd forgotten to message to say he'd found Tommy.
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Being the captain of a hockey team sounded difficult. Being the captain of the SMP hockey team was an absolute mission. It was constantly filled with making sure Schlatt didn't wage a war on someone, keeping George from killing Sapnap when the jokes were getting out of hand, monitoring Quackity at all times lest the small man buy a whole store for the team. At least Wilbur was somewhat manageable and easy to keep track of, unless he was on a chaotic streak, then everyone needed to be on high alert.
A new addition to the odd little family however, was a figure skater that had single-handedly managed to get everyone wrapped around his finger, and he wasn't even aware of it.
Tommy, to put it simply, was one of the sweetest people Techno had ever met. His hugs were a mood booster in themselves, his smile brightening any room, and to be frank, his laugh could bring world peace. Techno was grateful his team was so good at taking care of the boy, his progress with simply living as himself was way better than it was a mere few months ago, and it was due to their encouragement and support. Who knew how long the poor boy had been shunned and belittled for not presenting a 'better' front. He deserved to live a happier life, and by god the SMP was going to give him that.
Techno also discovered, due to Tommy's constant pressure to be perfect, he was afraid to pick up new things. Terrified he'd disappoint someone with how awful he'd be at something he'd never had any experience with. It took a little to even get him to hold a hockey stick, and more time to try playing around with it. Wilbur was usually the one teaching the kid how to play their game, but Techno occasionally stepped onto the ice to help Tommy instead.
Techno enjoyed helping the teenager learn, talking him through strategic manoeuvres and stick control to better keep the puck away from other players. However, Tommy was having difficulty with one of the more complex plays, overthinking the movements and ultimately losing the puck to Techno who was circling him.
"Hey, it's alright. Try to angle the stick to cover the puck more from the direction I'm in- yeah, there you go." Techno praised gently as Tommy did what he said, shielding the flat disc away from his stick.
Tommy's brow was tightly drawn together as he clumsily corrected himself before the puck could slip away again, gripping the stick tightly to cope with his anxious heart. An apology for his underwhelming ability was on the tip of his tongue, but Techno's next words made it die.
"You're picking this up faster than Quackity actually, he couldn't figure out the movement without slipping over himself." The captain idly skated past Tommy as he spoke, doing a lazy turn to face the boy.
Tommy's ears burned and shoved down the warmth curling inside him. His coach would've been incredibly disappointed if he saw how lacklustre he was performing. There would've been no praise. No gentle critique. Nothing that man did or said was gentle, it was jagged and sharp, meant to cut into someone and make them bleed. Techno was better than that, everything he said was genuine.
The puck was snatched from him as Techno suddenly appeared and slid his hockey stick across the ice, nicking it with startling speed. The surprise of it made Tommy skid to a halt on his skates, blinking up in alarm at Techno who was watching him with a small smile.
"You got caught up in your head again," he said lightly.
Tommy's cheeks warmed in embarrassment and he tried to regain his composure to explain himself. "You just- you were nice to me, I wasn't expecting it."
There was a small exhaled chuckle from the pink haired captain. "Well, that's why I do it, because you shouldn't be unused to kindness," Techno sent him a small smile, sadness tinged it but it disappeared quickly. "Though if it distracts you so much then maybe I should implement that tactic into our usual strategies, hmm? Would that throw the other team off?"
"Please don't," Tommy choked on air, grinning though his face was definitely more pigmented than before. "That would be one of the worst things ever done in ice hockey history."
"I'm sure I can think of things that are way worse." Techno's mind flashed to a certain team whose tactics were downright cruel, specifically towards one of his own team members. He shook off the thought before it rooted itself too deeply. Now wasn't the time. Techno cleared his throat and straightened up. "Right, let's try it again, and Tommy, keep your focus on the puck, okay?"
Tommy nodded and gripped the stick more readily, catching the disk when Techno slid it over to him. The captain skated to the end of the ice once more and spun to face the blonde. The teen seemed more focused, though his face still held that pleased warmth to it, still calming down from Techno's previous words.
Techno held back a grin at the thought of Tommy getting so flustered over a simple compliment. It was pretty cute.
He skated forwards quickly, but this time Tommy was ready, immediately angling the puck away with his stick and skating to try and pass by the man.
"Good, Tommy, very good," said Techno encouragingly, skating around to Tommy's other side to try and swipe the puck, but it was intercepted fairly quickly. Techno was amused to see Tommy's face having a shy grin on it.
The gentle scuffle for the puck was good practice for Tommy, though Techno’s brain was already pointing out openings and weaknesses in Tommy’s form that he could easily bypass and grab the disk. He ignored his thoughts though, and instead slowed down his skating and drew his hockey stick away as he spoke.
“Tommy, just a pointer, a way to keep people away from the puck is to use your body as a barricade. Staying how you are would allow other players to take advantage of any opening you have to get the puck.” As Techno spoke, he angled his body in example, broadening his shoulders and shielding over his hockey stock. “See what I’m doing? Try it.”
Tommy immediately shifted his body to copy Techno’s form, masking the puck from view and keeping Techno blind to the disk. It was a nice start, though Techno saw the ways he could break past the defence. He shot down his brain before it could get ahead of itself, stamping on it as well for good measure.
“That’s pretty good,” he said, straightening out of his guard position to circle Tommy, checking his form for possible improvements. “Another thing to remember is that you need to be aware of who’s around you when you’re guarding. Whether it be an opponent or a teammate, keeping track of everyone else will help your ability to keep the puck. Knowing the place of your teammate means you’ll have the chance to hit it to them if you’re in a tight spot and can’t break through the opposition.”
Tommy nodded along with his words, starting to uncurl his shoulders as he paid attention to Techno’s advice, forgetting his task of protecting the puck and instead drinking in everything the man was saying.
“Though, if it is the opposition overwhelming you, they could come in from any direction to catch you off guard. Knowing where most of the other teams’ players are will give you a better shot of not being hit from your blind spots.”
Almost subconsciously, Techno reached over and gently poked Tommy’s stomach which had gotten more exposed from the lack of defence. Tommy jolted away with a yelp and sharply turned to face Techno, the puck tightly drawn close to his stick and far out of Techno’s range. The captain stared for a second then smiled.
"Right. We can work with that actually,” he said, standing up straighter and skating away. “We’re going to run that again, remember what I said about barricading.”
Tommy blinked as Techno backed up, his brow scrunched endearingly. "Work with what?" He asked in confusion.
The captain sent him a grin. "You're going to try and keep me away from the puck using that defence I just showed you, and you'll know if I'm able to get through it if I can reach your stomach."
Instantaneously, Tommy's belly fluttered with nervous butterflies at the implications. His whole face warmed as he spluttered. "I- ah-… wh-what?"
Techno snickered, "This shouldn't be an issue as long as you guard correctly, now, take up your defence."
Tommy, still flushed warmly, scrambled to hide the puck behind his hockey stick, his mind racing a mile a minute as he tried to figure out why on earth Techno would use such an odd teaching method to help him learn the move. Surely this couldn’t be a common thing in ice hockey-
Techno rushed across the ice and Tommy’s brain went from confused to 'game mode' in a split second, skates scraping against the floor as he shifted his body to protect the puck.
"Good, Tommy, very very good," Techno praised, skidding to the boy's other side and seeing how fast the teenager swerved in defence.
His stick knocked the puck closer to him, skating backwards to keep Techno moving as he tried to find an opening to slip by. If he could get by and score a goal that would surely make the captain proud.
Techno suddenly changed tactics to circling Tommy, making the boy turn with him, hyper aware of the puck and his torso being exposed for even a second. It made something giddy and mirthful bubble in his chest, a giggle spilling from him without thinking. It was kind of fun, the added challenge of keeping the puck safe as well as his stomach.
Techno chuckled a bit at the sound Tommy let out. It was good to hear him sound like a kid. He’d wanted this to be a bit more fun for the boy.
“Someone’s getting giggly,” he commented airly, skidding around suddenly and - with Tommy’s delayed reaction to it - was able to weasel a hand under Tommy’s arm to prod his stomach. Tommy instantly jolted, a high pitched yelp leaping from him. With a fast movement, he’d spun around and dragged the puck with him, keeping Techno in his sight once more, shoulders bouncing with his rapid giggling.
Techno seemed a bit taken aback with the fast reaction, eyes wide with surprise that quickly morphed into something impressed. “Swift recovery, excellent, Tommy.” He then grinned playfully. “Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”
The next few minutes were filled with Tommy’s giggles and Techno’s gentle laughter, their shared giddiness practically able to be felt as Techno chased Tommy around the ice for the puck and Tommy tried to protect it. Techno had managed to get Tommy so distracted by keeping the disk away from him that he didn’t even seem aware how much he was laughing. Every once in a while, Tommy would let slip a snort, a squeal, and at one point, a series of particularly endearing squeaks. Due to Techno managing to reach over and tickle the boy every once in a while, the bubbly, mirthful noises remained consistent.
The entire scene was sweet enough to give someone cavities.
Ice skidded out from Techno’s skates as he made a sharp turn past Tommy, scribbling into his stomach in passing and the puck just about skidded out from his hockey stick with how badly Tommy squirmed away from the contact.
"Come on, Tommy," Techno gently teased, grinning widely as he watched Tommy quickly reclaim the skidding disk, "keep defending that puck, don't let me get it."
Tommy was in fits of wild giggles, flinching away from Techno but trying to keep the puck close, inevitably making the man go back in to scuttle across his abdomen and try to steal the disk. Though, to be fair, Techno wasn't really trying, he was just being a menace.
"Tehech!" Tommy squealed, swivelling on the ice to protect the soft spot from the fingers.
"The puck, Tommy, I'm gonna get it if you let it go." Techno shifted his stick towards the disk but Tommy swiped it back under the cover of his own quickly.
Techno, admittedly rather meanly, scribbled across Tommy's stomach when he saw an opening and gently wriggled his nails up the boy's side when he tried to squirm away.
"TehEHEchnoho!" Tommy's voice jumped an octave and he turned sharply to keep Techno in front of him, only just managing to keep the disk under his hockey stick and not sliding away across the ice.
"There we go, much faster reflex that time," Techno approved, watching fondly as left over giggles spilled from Tommy at the harmless attack.
The boy didn't seem against the unique teaching, if anything, he seemed to be having fun. It then occurred to Techno that Tommy hadn't said "stop" the entire time they’d been messing around. Interesting.
When the time came that Techno decided they’d been on the ice long enough, they skated off the rink and sat down on the benches, taking off their skates side by side.
"That wasn’t a common way to practice," Tommy commented, sipping from his water bottle and tugging on a hoodie. It basically swallowed him whole - Tommy quickly deduced it was Sapnap’s due to the familiar cologne and well-kept softness of the fabric.
Techno huffed, drinking from his own bottle as he stared out onto the ice. "You'd be surprised. Phil used to do that with me to train my reflexes."
Tommy paused, the bottle inches from his lips. "...He did not."
"Oh yeah. That man is good at what he does, but he also knows how to be evil when he wants to. Helped me learn though."
Tommy giggled again at the idea of it. Techno was pleased to see he didn't cover his mouth, the sound remaining in the open and unmuffled.
It was comfortably quiet as the pair sorted out their bags and prepared to leave the rink, but something weighed on the back of Tommy’s mind. He had noticed the commonness of the SMP players poking and prodding him to make him laugh. He wasn’t an idiot, he caught on after Schlatt’s playful attack on his knees, though he wasn’t expecting this kind of attention from Techno as well. He didn’t understand why they kept doing it, other than to make him laugh, but that was such an odd reason for the random affection. Surely it couldn’t be that simple.
Tommy put down his water bottle.
"Techno?"
The man flexed his brow in acknowledgement. "Mhm?"
Tommy hesitated then turned to look at the pinkette, something shy in his face and anxious in his eyes. He wet his lips before he spoke. "My uh, my laugh…"
Techno's attention immediately shifted to fully focus on the boy, the small words holding a mountain of weight behind them. "Yes?" He probed gently, his face open and carefully neutral.
Tommy's hands balled up the fabric of his pants and he dropped his gaze to the floor. "You guys… really don't mind it, right? Like- you all seem really taken aback whenever I do laugh and I get it- I do, it can be a bit much, but you don't seem…disgusted by it. The past week everyone has been trying to make me laugh and I don’t get it. My laugh sounds awful but you never act repulsed by it and I…you just let me do it and I can’t figure out why. I don’t know if you’re doing it to make fun of me or-"
"No." Techno's hands were suddenly over Tommy's, holding them gently but strongly.
Tommy's mouth snapped shut in a blink of an eye. He stared at the man, Techno holding his gaze firmly, but it was kind.
Techno took a breath and shook his head as he exhaled, running his thumb over the back of Tommy's hand to calm himself down. "No. We’d never make fun of your laugh," he said quieter but with no less resoluteness. He took another breath. "Tommy, your laughter… it's wonderful. Honestly, we've been trying to encourage you to let yourself do it more so you don't feel self-conscious about it around us."
Awkwardly, Techno smiled and squeezed Tommy's hand. "I'm not that good with words," he admitted with a small chuckle. "But, to put it simply, we love you, Tommy, and we want you to be yourself. Your laugh sounds so much better naturally than it does faked, you never have to force yourself to tone anything down. You never should force yourself to be quieter, to be ‘better’ or whatever your brain tells you. We prefer you just being yourself. We adore you the way you are."
The silence in the rink seemed so much louder upon Techno finishing his little speech. He was quiet where he sat, gauging Tommy’s reaction with mild apprehension, a little worried he’d said too much and overwhelmed the poor boy. Tommy was staring at Techno with wide eyes, mouth slightly parted as he absorbed the words like a dried out sponge. Then he blinked, then he blinked some more, then his vision was blurry and Techno was panicking.
"Oh- oh no, Tommy- shit- don't cry, I'm sorry if I upset you-"
Tommy threw himself into Techno's arms, hugging him so tightly it almost cut off his breathing. Shoving his face into the man's chest, he inhaled shakily to try and control the tears that were now streaming down his face.
"Thank you." He gasped, gripping the material of Techno's jumper and clinging closer when Techno wrapped his arms around him in return, warm and sturdy. "T-Thank you, thank you, Techno."
Techno smiled into Tommy's hair and pressed his face into the golden curls. "Of course, Tommy," he murmured. "For you, the world."
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Tommy didn't laugh much.
Or at least he didn't use to.
He’d been in a chokehold of something venomously toxic for years, draining him of every little quirk and characteristic. Then he’d met people who weren’t even close to being like that. They loved him, and everything he could offer; his smile, his humour, his laugh. Something so disgusting to someone who put on a façade of love, and so precious to people who adored him openly.
Met with adoration and fondness every time, Tommy let himself laugh around the people he cared about, despite the cooing that would one day kill him of flustered embarrassment. The SMP boys were pleased they were able to coax the boy into being more comfortable around them, months of work put into bringing the kid out of his shell absolutely worth it to hear Tommy laugh freely. Internally, they all wished they were able to beat the hell out of Tommy’s coach for training the teen to hate his laugh. The fantasy of beating up that human shit stain was often dreamt upon for the team. It was a shame murder was so frowned on, Schlatt was ready to grab a chainsaw the second someone said the word.
Techno silently mourned the fact he hadn't punched hard enough to knock some teeth loose the first time.
#my fanfic#lee!tommy#mcyt tickle#dsmp tickle#please go read icing those hurts#its actually one of my most favourite fics ever written#all fluff here folks#ler!wilbur#ler!george#ler!sapnap#ler!techno#ler!schlatt#ler!quackity
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😴- your muse is trying to lull mine to sleep using hypnotism. - either Jason/Billy, Sky/Bridge, or Jason/Billy/Tommy (Cause Jason and Billy both stay up too late and work themselves to exhaustion)
I'm so FREAKING excited for this one!!!!!!!
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"Bill, would you just hold still?" Jason hissed at his boyfriend who sat next to him, wiggling in discomfort on the bed. The two had decided that, after this latest battle from the Machine Empire that ended with Billy getting no sleep in over 24 hours, he needed to learn how to relax. Tommy thought that Jason could learn a thing or two about that as well, so here they were.
"I'm trying, Jase," Billy insisted, hooking his arm around Jason's and laying his head on the gold ranger's shoulder. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked as though he could pass out.
Jason sighed, looking equally as tired. The rangers' hadn't had a break in weeks. He'd barely even seen his boyfriends except in the command chamber or out on the battlefield. After the third time of Billy not showing up to the youth center to meet them, he and Tommy had decided to intervene.
Now, here they were, in Billy's room, trying to relax with Tommy sitting across from them, a pocket watch dangling from his hands.
"I don't see how this is supposed to work." Billy grumbled, barely looking up at Tommy.
"It's supposed to put you to sleep!" Tommy insisted, letting out a sigh. "I need you guys to pay attention and watch me!"
"I do enjoy watching you." Jason flirted, earning a kick to the foot from the red ranger. "Ouch!"
Tommy glared at them, then held up the watch again. Using a stern voice, he ordered the two, "Watch the watch."
Jason pulled Billy closer to him and shifted so that he was comfortable, then proceeded to give the watch his attention. He watched for what felt like several minutes as the watch went back and forth.
"Listen to my voice carefully." Tommy said softly and slowly. He seemed just as focused on the watch as Jason. "You're starting to feel heavy-eyed. Your body is settling into the bed. When you slip into sleep, you will stay asleep all through the night." His voice got deeper and more sluggish as he spoke, as though he himself was succumbing to sleep. The leader looked to be just as tired as the other two.
"Tommy?" Jason asked, interrupting his boyfriend. His voice was a whisper as he continued, "It's not gonna work. Just come to bed."
With another heavy sigh, Tommy set the watch down and crawled up started to climb onto the mattress when he stopped. "Jase?" He asked, matching the other's whisper. "Look at Billy."
The former blue ranger's head had was buried in between Jason's arm and body. The smaller man fallen asleep at some point during the whole ordeal.
"I'll be damned," Jason muttered, rubbing Billy's back. "I guess it did work. Now get over here and join us." He opened his other arm, inviting Tommy, who slid next to Jason, just as Billy had been before he fell asleep. "This is gonna be the best sleep I've had in awhile, I can feel it.
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I don't know what I was going for, but I like where it went!! I hope you like it! <3 I love these boys so much!
#power rangers#fanfiction#mmpr#boom! comics power rangers#mighty morphin#mighty morphin power rangers#tommy oliver#billy cranston#jason lee scott#fluff fic#hypnotization#sleep hypnosis#polyamory#m/m/m
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Innocence || Tommy Lee
[Tommy Lee x Fem!Virgin!Reader]
Summary: The reader and her boyfriend, Tommy, make-out session turns into reader riding his thigh
Warnings: SMUT, slight innocence kink, thigh riding, praise kink?
A/N: yet again I wrote the actual smut first and then the beginning of it is shit cause I was rushing it. Probably won’t write that much detailed smut anymore because it’s a lot of pressure (unless someone makes a request that I just have to do)
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You sat closely to Tommy on the sofa as you both enjoyed the after party, him more than you. You had never been to a proper party before you met your boyfriend and you still weren’t exactly sure how you were meant to act, so you would stick to the drummers side.
You were growing bored so you started to play with the ends of his hair. “You okay, babe?” He turns to face you.
“Mhm,” you hum as you lean closer to him as you start to attack his neck with soft kisses, “Bit bored though.”
“Oh that’s no good,” a smile grows on his face, “cmon then.”
He grabbed your hand and lead you to his bedroom where he sat down onto the bed and ushered you to straddle him. The drummer wrapped his arms around your waist and smiled stupidly at you.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” You giggled.
“Can’t help it,” he sighs, “you’re just so fucking beautiful.”
Heat spread across your face as you pulled him into a passionate kiss.
One of your hands were placed on his cheek, pulling him impossibly close to you, and the other ran through his unruly hair. All the loud sounds from the other room were blocked out for the both of you and the only noises you focused on were the soft grunts and heavy breathing.
You were doing no more than innocent kissing but you felt an ache in your core that you so desperately wanted Tommy to take care of. You couldn’t explain it.
You two hadn’t taken that next step, he would be your first time and he knew that so he wanted to take things slow because he had never felt this much love for anyone but you. He wanted to make it clear that he loved you for you and not for your body. But you needed something, anything.
Your hands move to grip his shoulders tightly and you pulled him in close as time went on, beginning to grind your core down against one of his thighs. You thought you were being subtle enough, but of course he felt it.
He pulled away and looked down at you with a smug smirk. “What are you doing, babe?” He asked softly, having no intention to embarrass you but your cheeks flushed red again regardless and your eyes just couldn’t seem to meet his no matter how hard you tried. “Did that feel good?” He promoted, wanting an answer out of you before he took it any further.
“Yes,” you admit, finally looking up at him to find his eyes blown wide with lust and all of his focus on you.
“Keep going, just like this,” he told you, his large hands coming down to your hips to move you himself, dragging your core back and forth. “Have you ever done this before with your pillows?” He asked gently.
The only answer you could give the drummer was a shake of your head, all of your focus on trying to keep quiet and control yourself as much as you could.
“You’ll like this, baby. I promise. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he told you, before latching his lips down on your neck, right on a spot that made your core drip, soaking your underwear. You trembled in his arms, your breath hitching as you fought to contain a moan but he wasn’t having it. “Let me hear you. I wanna be the first one to hear those pretty little noises,” he told you, coaxing you into letting go.
All it took was that lick of confidence to get you going, not holding back the whimpers and moans that were spilling from your lips as the friction of your clit sent wave after wave of pleasure through your body. “Feels so good,” you told him weakly, the coil in your stomach already beginning to tighten.
“Good girl. You’re doing so good for me, baby. I love hearing those noises,” he praised, the confidence in you only skyrocketing with his words.
You both kept on like that for a few minutes, with him giving you encouragements and praise until you were trembling and so, so close to release.
“Tommy, I- I’m,” you began to stutter out, unable to control your words through your moans. 
“Cum all over my thigh, Y/N. You’re gonna look even more pretty when you cum,” he mused, his hands taking back over to grind you down hard on his thigh.
You came with a cry of his name on your lips, shaking and tense until you crashed down onto his chest. He was quick to rearrange you so you were sitting sideways on his lap, not wanting to overstimulate you, and wrapped his arms around you.
“You did so good. And you were so fucking pretty when you came like that. All for me,” he said gently, a hand trailing up and down your spine until your breathing evened out.
“Do you want me to…?” you asked hesitantly when you finally looked up, referencing the bulge left unattended in his leather pants.
“No it’s okay, babe. This was all for you,” he told you with an easy smile before he brought you back in to kiss you softly, “we’ll try more stuff another day.”
“I love you,” you state.
“I love you too,” he places a soft kiss to your forehead.
“We can try tomorrow maybe,” you shoot him a mischievous grin.
“Tomorrow it is,” the drummer chuckles as he hugs you closer to his chest.
#tommy lee smut#tommy lee x reader#tommy lee#tommy lee x reader fluff#I need sleep#motley crue#mötley crüe#motley crue x reader#mötley crüe x reader#Nikki sixx
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