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The moment Tommy had shown everyone his wings it all made sense. Everything. The constantly off camera, the hug-flinching, the back bulges, all of it.
Tubbo thought it was a pretty fucking good reason to have ghosted him for like two weeks. After Tommy had explained everything he felt so much closer to the blond. Tommy’d even let him preen his wings. Something that felt like second nature to Tubbo. That was pretty odd.
Tubbo’s family had rented him a hotel for the week since Techno and Dream were visiting the U.K. They’d been unhappy with the short notice of it all but allowed him to go nonetheless.
So here he was in Wilbur’s living room, with his newly feathered friend practically laying on top of him as he preened his wings.
“Toms get the fuck off you’re heavy.” Tubbo huffed playfully pushing said Toms off of him.
“NooOOooO Tubbo you’re warm and comfyyyy,” Tommy whined out at him before climbing right back on Tubbo’s lap. He wrapped his arms around Tubbo’s stomach rendering him useless in getting Tommy off.
“I guess Tubbo was right, you really are the clingy one, Tommy.” Dream was teasing him from Wilbur’s kitchen.
“Shut up Dream!” Tommy shot back sticking his tongue out in the direction of the kitchen but made no real move to get off of Tubbo.
“Hey! Out of my fridge!” Wilbur came in shutting the fridge door to a disappointed Dream.
“I swear I let a few of you in my house and next thing I know all of my food is gone.” He was shaking his head in mock annoyance as the front door swung open and Technoblade and Phil strutted in.
“What the fuck. How did you get into my house?” Wilbur was looking at an uninterested Techno as Phil wandered over to see what Tubbo and Tommy were up to in the living room.
“You were the one who told us about the key under that potted plant.”
“YEAH! FOR EMERGENCIES! NOT TO JUST GET IN!” Wilbur was exasperated but Tubbo was mostly tuning him out now that Phil was sat on the couch clearly readying for conversation.
“Pfft who knew that Tommy would be the one with wings instead of me.” Phil was slightly chuckling at his own comment before Tommy joined in.
“Yeah everyone was headcanoning you to be the bird-man of the family Phil. What are you going to do now that I’ve stolen your spot as resident feathered bitch?”
“Don’t know. What kind of bird even are you Tommy?” Phil was looking oddly at Tommy’s wings “I haven’t seen any birds with your kind of feathers before.”
“M’ not. Big man didn’t steal no feathers from some birdy lookin’ arse. These wings are authentically Tommyinnit. Also, Tubbo why are you so fuckin’ comfy? All I wanna do is like hug you n’ shit.”
“Aww, Tommy.” Phil was cooing at Tommy’s cuddly admission.
“No that came off wrong. I meant like why do I wanna cuddle you n’ shit?”
“So you don’t actually wanna cuddle with me?” Tubbo gave Tommy fake puppy-eyes.
“No- Shit. Fuck you man! I am never getting up.”
Tubbo smiled as he and Tommy moved up to the couch before resuming their previous cuddle-hug.
It was upsetting when the week was eventually over. He noticed Tommy was a lot more touchy than when they last hung out. It made it even harder to get in the car when he had to leave Tommy’s clingy ass. But he did.
His dad asked him about his trip and the usual stuff on the car ride home. In truth, his brain was on auto-pilot when answering his father’s questions. Don’t get him wrong, Tubbo had a fantastic week but he was still an introvert at heart. It had taken a lot out of him and all he wanted to do was go home and nap. Not to mention he had a lot of video footage to edit.
Since the trip was last minute no one really posted anything about it.
The only really noticeable absence was Tubbo’s.
Techno did shit like once a month so no one would realize a week of him not home. Dream was essentially the same. Tommy streams were erratic at best and once in a millennium at worst. And Wilbur? He was home, he could do streams and shit. Phil just said his P.C. broke and he needed a replacement part that was coming in a week.
Tubbo posted on Twitter that he was taking a small vacation so no one questioned it. The only thing everyone else had to do was make sure they replied and tweeted enough to make it seem like they weren’t gone. And that wasn’t exactly hard since tweeting didn’t need locations.
They all made this sort of pact thing. They were each going to go over the video footage and make sure Dream and Techno weren’t caught on camera and then all six of them would post the video at the same time and mention nothing about it. It was foolproof. And stupid, but it had made all of them laugh thinking of how the fans would go wild at their secret meet-up.
Needless to say, once he got home Tubbo ignored both of his sisters and slept for the next thirty-eight hours.
Damn, he really was tired.
The first thing he did after getting up and showering was stream. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the chaotic and fun of chat commenting on every little thing he did.
They didn’t miss a beat either.
All of chat was commenting on how tired he looked, and he couldn’t really disagree with them. Even after sleeping for almost two days, he had eye bags that looked like they could carry a whole grocery store with them.
He laughed them off and told chat he’d had an eventful vacation. Soon after he’d started his stream Ranboo joined him in VC and they had a fun-filled evening of flirting and weird conversations.
“You left me for a week!” Ranboo was fake crying.
“I had to find a babysitter for Micheal and everything!” Ranboo started acting more hysterical “He almost died! Twice !”
“To be fair, that’s a lot less than when I watch him.”
“TUBBO!” Ranboo was shocked, genuinely.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH OUR SON?!”
Tubbo started giggling maniacally. Hanging out with Ranboo always left Tubbo with fits of giggles.
“What? Our son likes helping his dad with nukes!” He continued giggling as Ranboo seemed wary.
“Tubbo… you didn’t.”
“Please tell me you don’t take our son to your war machine factory.”
“What? It was ‘bring your son to work’ day!”
Tubbo broke out into another laughter fit and even started hiccuping.
It only got bad when his hiccuping turned into a full-body spasm.