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Four in the morning of the fourteenth of February of the year 2022, Tubbo and Wilbur were panicking. Like, full blown walking back and forth with their heads in their hands panicking. On the verge of calling their parents for comfort and parently love advice with hot cocoa and bundles of blankets panicking.
Now, this shouldn’t have been such a big deal. Tommy, their boyfriend, had already said he’d be fine with anything simple for Valentines. He said he wanted a break from all things extra since he already pulled stunts for content online, and he’d prefer something easy and comfortable on the day of love.
The only problem was; Tommy was extra and did more for them than they could even dream of.
They knew it wasn’t his intention to make them feel that way. He wanted to be a good boyfriend, giving them gifts, taking them out on extravagant dates, coddling them with hugs and love and warmth. It only made them feel a little bad since they had no idea what to give in return that could even be equal to Tommy’s own gifts.
Tubbo downs a cup of coffee, making the older man in the room arch a brow at him from his spot on the sofa. “That’s not healthy. Isn’t that your fourth cup? Tommy would kill you.”
The shorter narrows his eyes. “And that’s your sixth, hypocrite.”
“Yeah, but I'm a twenty five year old man. You are barely eighteen.”
“What, is there an age of consent for drinking coffee now?”
“Toby, Rocky’s going to be with me for the whole day, bye!” Lani passed by, Tubbo’s cat in her arms. Tubbo starts something to protest, but gives up and groans, preparing another cup of coffee.
Wilbur sighs, rolling his eyes and continuing to stare at his phone with a troubled look.
Tubbo frowns, staring down at the countertop.
At the exact same time, they turn to each other and ask in sync, “Have any ideas?”
Tubbo huffs and hides his face in his palms, Wilbur groaning and flopping back so he was laying down on the sofa, taking a pillow and shoving it in his face before turning so his cheek was against it instead.
“We can’t just sit here all day, y’know,” Tubbo says, downing his hopefully last cup of coffee in three gulps, Wilbur staring incredulously when the boy didn’t at least wince from the high temperature of the beverage. “Tommy’s gonna wake up from his power nap in a few minutes and then call. Something about a really cool place again and then we’ll be embarrassed because we don’t have anything that could level with his treat. Again.”
“I don’t know any place,” Wilbur whines, shoving his face back in the pillow. “I don’t go out, Tubbo. The only time I do is for band things and content. Or maybe a vlog of Tommy’s. I’m in my flat all day everyday.”
“You suck.”
“As if you’re any better!? All you do is fly from here to America and back!”
Tubbo jumps when his phone rings, the name ‘Toms’ showing with a background picture of him and Tommy when they first met up in person.
Wilbur chokes on his toast, looking wide eyed at the boy. He frantically jumps off the sofa, almost slipping but catching himself and goes to Tubbo’s side, both of them staring at the screen showing that their boyfriend was calling.
“Answer it,” Wilbur whispers, elbowing the teenager. “Do it. Answer it.”
“Piss off,” Tubbo hisses, but he does pick up the phone. “Tommy? Hello?”
“Toby?” Tommy asks. “Thought you were still asleep. Thank god. Anyways, sorry but I don’t think we can come to that dine I wanted to take us to for Valentines. Apparently it’s closed for a few more months since whether in the local area’s fucked up.”
The blond sighs, looking at his computer screen in case he could get a different date area. He frowns. “Well, I’m out of ideas. Really sorry, maybe you and Wilbur know a place?”
“Or we could just get some fast food from a drive through and eat at the park– Toby?”
The phone had hung up. Huh. Tubbo’s probably tired and fell asleep, it was very early in the morning. He’ll just surf more to find more stuff.
“I’ve never felt so relieved in my life,” Wilbur sighs, flopping face forward again. Tubbo slides his arm across the counter so Wilbur’s forehead wouldn’t shatter on the marble upon impact. “For once we have a chance of outdoing him.”
Tubbo slides his arm out instantly and Wilbur hisses when his forehead hits the surface.
“That’s not the point,” Tubbo says, looking down at his phone worriedly. “I don’t think he even wants anything big.”
“Well, yeah, I know that. He says it every time he gets us something to make sure we don’t return the favor. Which sucks ass, by the way.”
“I’m starting to think flopping face forward is giving you brain damage, you don’t talk like that.”
“Aww, you pay attention to the way I talk?”
“Stop,” Tubbo hisses, scrambling to get Wilbur’s hand off his head. “We still don’t know what to do for Tommy today.”
“Oh, maybe you don’t!”
“Your genius idea to outdo him is a drive through?” Tubbo deadpans from the backseat. “I’m going to take you to a doctor to get an ex-ray after this.”
“It’s not what you think it is,” Wilbur protests, pausing his exaggerated expression to turn the car quickly. “He’s not doing anything for us today, right? Meaning anything we do for him automatically outdoes him.”
“That’s cheating,” the younger boy insisted. “Can we at least get him some flowers before picking him up?”
“Seems like he has it done already.”
“Wil? Toby?” Tommy asks, tilting his head at them as Wilbur rolls the window down. He’s holding surprisingly only two flowers rather than two whole bouquets.
“Hop in,” Wilbur winked, and Tommy flicked his forehead. “Ow! Rude!”
The blond hopped in the backseat, ignoring Wilbur’s protests of "This is favoritism!", and gave Tubbo a quick peck on the lips before handing him a pink tulip. He shuts Wilbur up with a kiss and a pink pansy.
“I would have gotten bouquets, but the shop I went to ran out of flowers and these were the only ones left,” Tommy nervously quipped, rubbing the back of his neck. “Bad luck today, huh? At least you two are here.”
The drive to the nearest McDonald’s was a bit rowdy, Tubbo and Wilbur arguing over what music they should play, Tommy switching between the middle seat to the other seat from being uncomfortable, just general chaos in the car.
Finally, they reached the fast food place, ordering what they wanted. Tubbo ordered large fries with a coke float, Wilbur ordered a hashbrown and some orange juice, and Tommy got nuggets only. Tubbo and Wilbur tried to persuade him to order more but failed.
They stopped to eat in a parking lot near those shady benches, eating in the car.
“This was fun,” Tommy smiled, munching on his nugget. “Gonna be honest I haven’t had nuggets in a while.”
“A crime, really,” Wilbur smirks, scrambling away when Tommy flicks his fingers and makes his drink almost slip out of his grip from shock. “Hey!”
"But seriously, it was fun," Tommy grins, leaning forward and pulling Tubbo with him so the three of them were huddled. "You two make anything fun."
"I know I make it hard sometimes, being extra and all, and I'm really sorry. I just wanna be good for the both of you, y'know? Just be aware anything you get for me means a lot, and you don't need to stress about being equal or anything."
Silence envelopes the car, and Tommy's afraid he's made it awkward when the two make sounds similar to whimpers and wrap their arms around his shoulder, huddling him closer. He grins.
"You're a sappy little shit," Wilbur mumbles into his hair, quickly going down to peck his cheek. "Don't stop it."
"Yeah I think I'd cry if you did." Tubbo laughed into his neck, both dark haired men pulling away, only their hands left holding both of Tommy's.
"Wasn't planning to," the blond quipped, leaning on the back of the driver's seat to watch his lovers look back at him in content. "I lo- I like you too much to stop."
The rest of their picnic-not-really in the car goes on with obnoxious laughs and shoving around, maybe a few kisses here and there.
Maybe not now, Tommy smiled. Maybe he'd say those three words another time. For now, he needed to push Tubbo back into the backseat before he attacked Wilbur for putting on his aux chord instead of Tubbo's.