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“Techno!” Tommy exclaimed, dashing through the airport and tackling the man in a hug. Technoblade chuckled fondly, wrapping his arms around the blonde and resting his chin on the teenagers head, holding him close.
The sign that he was holding reading, “Sleepy Bois” had been dropped to the floor in surprise of Tommy’s entrance to America.
From a distance Techno sees Phil and Wilbur make their way toward them slowly, Tommy is clinging onto Technoblade making it impossible for anybody else to get a greeting hug. Techno doesn’t complain, only shrugs. It was clear that they all had a soft spot for the youngest of the four, one of them always modding his streams or joining him in games or videos when he’d shoot them a spam of messages and threats.
Wilbur shuffled forward and shot Technoblade a smirk, ruffling Tommy’s hair. With his eyes screwed shut, he grumbled and tightened his grip around Techno. Phil slipped his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the three of them, his pseudo sons will be hung up in a picture frame in his home.
“Farming aw’s,” Phil said, flipping his phone around to show the photo. Tommy lifted his head from Technoblade’s chest, turning around to see, Technoblade flushed at the affectionate gleams that both he and Wilbur had in their eyes.
Wilbur looked ecstatic, bringing the phone closer to him. “Send that to me, I’ve always wanted a family photo.” Tommy and Techno both groaned and Phil burst into laughter.
Wilbur wrapped his arms around Tommy’s shoulders, pulling him close and receiving his own hug from the teen. Tommy cursed at him but the moment he hit Wilbur’s chest he went limp. “Aw, Toms. Are you tired?” The brunette cooed, Tommy shot him a glare but he didn’t deny it.
“It’s the fuckin’ jet lag, innit?” The sleepy teenager mumbled. Wilbur cooed over him, pinching the youngests cheeks. Tommy, bothered by this, threatened to punch Wilbur back to brighton.
“I’ve cleared out my place, I have extra beds. I’ll take the couch, Phil can take my bed- “ Tommy's slurred giggle cut him off.
“Because he’s old and needs the most comfortable mattress for his broken back?” He chimed in, Wilbur shared a knowing grin and Technoblade couldn’t stop the choked laugh from escaping at how they were almost the exact same on discord call.
“Hey, I’m thirty three!” Phil shot back, levelling Wilbur with a playful glare and softly punching him on the arm. Tommy gasped, “His name is Philza Minecraft and he is quite violent.” He sang, this time Phil punched Tommy which made the boy frown and rub at his arm.
Technoblade smiled, continuing after the three had their moment, “And Wil and Toms, you’ll share a room. Does that sound okay?” Wilbur groaned, “I have to share with the child?” Tommy hit him on the chest, Wilbur spun Tommy around to face the other two and nestled his chin into the blonde curls. His arms still protectively around Tommy’s shoulder.
“Why the fuck do you have so many beds, Blade?” Tommy questioned, he narrowed his eyes and raised a suspecting brow. Technoblade released a startled laugh, “Tommy you’re really puttin’ me on the spot here. It’s for my family.” Wilbur’s expression shifted as if he was going to say something,
Technoblade shushed him, “The one’s that share my blood.” Phil snorted, giving Wilbur a pat on the shoulder and an amused smile.
“Okay…” Tommy drawled, still eyeing Techno. Phil, who was holding two suitcases, handed the bright red bag to Tommy. The suitcase was oddly small for a trip for two weeks, Phil seemed to share the same confusion.
Wilbur caught on, pulling the boy closer so that Tommy’s back was against his chest. “It’s because he steals clothes from people, when I insisted he bring more he ominously said that he wouldn’t need them.” The three chuckled as the teen flushed a bright pink and rolled his eyes.
“Whatever, anyway can we get McDonald’s?” Technoblade huffed, he wasn’t surprised at the question. Tommy had the same energy as a little brother, a brother who pesters you constantly and announces what he’s doing or what he wants, his question almost sounded like a demand.
“Let’s get in the car first.” Technoblade said, he spun on his heels and led the three to his car which was parked outside.
“Tommy there’s so many other restaurants here and you’re asking for McDonald’s?” Wilbur groaned, slipping into the back seat of the vehicle. Tommy scooted beside him, instead of sitting beside the window he sat in the middle.
Phil was in the passenger seat and Technoblade was driving. “I just want a chicken nugget meal, Wilbur. Stop judging me, what the fuck do you get from McDonald’s? A cheeseburger, hold the cheese?”
“Tommy, that’s a hamburger.”
“Hamburger, shmamburger. Fuck you and your cheeseless burger!” he retorted, roughly shoving Wilbur with his shoulder. “Don’t push me, you child.” Wilbur said, narrowing his eyebrows at Tommy.
“I’m not a child!” Tommy spat, Phil groaned quietly at the two.
“Well, you’re acting like one. We’re meeting Technoblade for the first time and you’re already annoying him.”
“No i’m not! Techno, am i annoying you?” Tommy leaned forwards and prodded at Techno’s shoulder.
“Yes” Technoblade breathed, turning the key to start the engine. Wilbur laughed loudly, Tommy slumped in the seat and crossed his arms. His expression was pure anger as he mumbled his usual colourful language under his breath.
After that the drive to McDonald’s was much more calming. Phil and Wilbur made amble chatter about the flight. The jet lag had exhausted Tommy, who was now half dozing off in his seat.
The pulled up to Mcdonald’s drive through and immediately Tommy was out of his seat, leaning over again, pushing his head between Phil and Technoblade. “I want chicken nuggets,” he said.
Phil sighed, “I know, Tommy. Wilbur, what do you want?”
Wilbur pursed his lips in consideration, “uh, can i get-”
“Wait, can i get an ice cream too?” Tommy interrupted. Wilbur didn’t look too bothered, only shaking his head slightly at Tommy.
“Yes, Tommy. Can you let wilbur order as well before adding to yours?” Tommy huffed, Wilbur stared at the menu from the back seat in thought. “We’re almost at the ordering window,” Technoblade warned as they approached.
He was about to throttle somebody, he narrowed his eyes in the rear view mirror at the two boys. Well, more so at Wilbur because Tommy was right beside him talking a million miles per second.
“Wilbur wants a cheeseless burger!” Tommy exclaimed, cackling loudly as they pulled up to the first window.
“Wait, is that TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot and Philza?” The girl wearing the fast food uniform questioned, she quirked an eyebrow at the man in the drivers seat, “Oh,’ she mumbled.
“You must be dream!” she exclaimed. The car burst into a boisterous laughter, Technoblade in the drivers seat almost hit the gas and drove away. “Yeah… so can i get ten chicken nuggets-“
“I’m such a huge fan of you guys, especially you Wilbur!” She said excitedly, a beaming grin on her face. Wilbur flushed at the attention, “Thanks,” he muttered.
Techno frowned, he again spoke up. “Anyway, can I get ten chicken nuggets-“
“A meal, a chicken nugget meal.” Tommy added, yelling to the lady. Technoblade rolled his eyes, “and also a- Wil what do you want?”
He shrugged, “I’ll get the same as Tommy.” Tommy beamed at him, then explaining how it was a superior choice compared to the hamburger.
“Yeah, so can i get two of those meals.” Techno said, he opened his mouth to say more when once again he was interrupted.
“With a large fries!” It was Tommy.
“Tommy, please let the man order.” Phil scolded gently, gesturing for him to sit back in his seat. “and-“
“Fuck it, we’ll all get the same thing and add a sundae but make sure it’s the shittiest made sundae ever.” He snapped at the three, glaring into the mirror at the two in the back seat. The girl shuffled on her feet. “Oh okay!”
The car was silent.
“Can I get an autograph? You know what, I’ll be waiting at the next window for you!” The girl yelled. As soon as they pulled up behind the car infront of the second window Tommy was flailing his limbs in panic. Glancing at each of them his face clearly expressed faux alarm. “Oh my god, we can’t let her notice it’s us. We need to get to The Blade’s house. We need disguises!”
“Tommy that won’t work, they already know who we are.” Wilbur said, shaking his head but the way his eyes creased he was clearly finding the boys thought process amusing.
“Wait, i have something…” Technoblade suggested, he pulled them out from his dashboard.
Phil and Wilbur looked horrified but Tommy gasped in surprise, his mouth gaping in awe.
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“Tommy-“ The girl froze, the four men who had pulled up were not the same men she served seconds before.
“Hello m’lady, i am sir… Thomas.”
Wilbur glared his way, nudging him slightly with his knee. Tommy twirled the false moustache he had stuck to his lip. “Ignore my ugly little friends in the car,” Phil and Technoblade shot him their own looks. Tommy chuckled nervously.
Tommy continued as if this wasn’t ridiculous, “Would you happen to possess our chicken mcnugget meals, madam?”
“This is the most embarrassing shit i’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing,” Wilbur sighed, burying his face in his hands and awaiting an end to the shenanigan. Tommy found it hilarious, he had to fight to stay in character.
“Um, sure?” the girl said, the way she said it made it sound like a question. Meals were passed throughout the car. Phil’s moustache was hanging off his lip, Technoblade had a neutral expression but behind that he was so deeply ashamed and Wilbur was beyond horrified.
They haven’t even been in America an hour and I can never go back to this mcdonald’s, Technoblade thought dimly.
“Thanks,” Technoblade mumbled, the woman looked as if she was waiting for them to leave. “Thank you, you beautiful-“ Tommy’s words were cut off as Technoblade hit the gas and left the drive through as fast as the speed limit allowed him to.
“Tommy, I am going to throttle you.” he said, Tommy blew out a puff of air and giggled. Technoblade glared at the teenager through the rear view, Wilbur had the same look of shame on his face. The difference between the two was that Wilbur had the opportunity commit an act of violence, with him so close to Tommy.
Unfortunately, Phil wouldn’t let that happen. Phil looked humoured, the obvious irritation from Technoblade and Wilbur only fuelling it.
Phil chuckled, Tommy’s eyes glinted with amusement. Then, Tommy and Phil fell into loud laughter. Wilbur was back in his usual position, leaning against the seat. A smile ghosted his lips as he watched the two. He was used to this.
Technoblade wasn’t, but he thinks he can be. He joined in, the embarrassment combined with the sheer confidence of Tommy was enough to have him laughing like he would when the four were on a call together.
Except now they weren’t on call, they were really here, all together.
The remainder of the car ride was filled with laughter and comfortable banter and conversation. Tommy starting another lighthearted argument with Wilbur. Then, Technoblade directed his gaze to the rear view mirror upon hearing a noise of confusion.
Tommy had his hand dug inside of the take away bag when his face sank in realisation. “They forgot my fucking ice cream.”
-
Technoblade knew from the way that Wilbur fondly watched Tommy sleep beside him that the man cared strongly for the teen. It was obvious on stream, and the amount of time they spent off stream and on call with one another that would extend late into the night.
Tommy was slumped against Wilbur. His head resting against the older man’s shoulder, eyes closed and breathing steady. He had his arm resting on the back of the couch behind Tommy, his fingers soothingly running through the blonde curls. Technoblade sat beside him, tucking a blanket under the teenagers chin.
Wilbur cooed, eyes completely averted from the tv to rest on the boy.
After the mess that was the McDonald’s drive through, they made it to Technoblade’s flat. Tommy had fallen asleep in the back seat and finally they sat in silence. Technoblade found he quickly missed it, yeah, he enjoyed this moment of sitting quietly in the presence of his bestfriend’s but one variant of their group who could talk all their ears off was fast asleep with no indication of waking up soon.
Techno parked in the car park outside of his apartment building, Wilbur from the back seat shook Tommy awake and explained that they’d made it and in his words, “you need to get the fuck up we are at Technoblade’s house.”
Techno pushed the key into the hole. when the door opened tommy was quick to push inside, he demanded a tour almost immediately.
“Wow, Technoblade. I thought you lived in a barn or something.” Wilbur smirked, Technoblade shot him a playful glare. “Yeah I get it, my minecraft skin is a pig.”
They all deposited their items in the rooms assigned, Tommy’s eyes shone in excitement as he followed closely behind Techno during the grand tour of his flat.
There were two bedrooms, one for Techno which for the night would be occupied by Phil and a guest bedroom which Tommy had immediately rushed into. Wilbur, who seemed used to this arrangement just rolled his eyes and followed the teen into the bedroom and shut the door.
Five minutes later they exited the room, Wilbur with a smug expression and Tommy looking furious. Techno was quick to pick up on the dynamic the two of them had, they truely were like brothers.
At times when Wilbur would speak, Tommy would interrupt him with his point of view on the topic. Where Phil found it amusing, Wilbur seemed to dislike the bit and he’d constantly let Tommy know by punching him in the shoulder.
Now, they were getting ready to watch a movie. Tommy was sitting on one couch and Wilbur and Phil were seated on the other couch right beside it. Techno was currently making a platter of crackers and cheese they could nibble on during the film before they decided on dinner.
He knew that wouldn’t be easy.
“Okay but logically ‘Up’ is the best option,” Tommy said, leaning over to grab a cracker and a slice of cheese. With his snack he slumped into the couch cushion behind him, shuffling to get comfortable. Wilbur groaned from his spot on the other couch, Tommy shot him a glare. “What is it now, Wilbur?”
Wilbur rolled his eyes, “you say the same thing at every movie night, I have seen ‘Up’ more than twenty times with you.” He turns to Technoblade, “please, if I have to watch that damn movie one more time I think I’ll break down into tears.”
Tommy chuckled loudly, “Well, that settles it!”
“Tommy, come on.” Phil sighed, shaking his head. Tommy crossed his arms with a pout, averting his eyes to focus solely on the television. Wilbur smirked, giving Phil a thankful nod of his head.
Techno rolled his eyes, dropping himself beside Tommy on the couch and scrolling through the options with the remote. Tommy seemed to migrate closer to Techno until his head was rested against his shoulder.
A small smile made its way to his face, he wrapped an arm around the boys shoulders. After what seemed like an endless amount of scrolling he sighed and tossed the remote to the other couch, Phil caught it without any trouble and chuckled, Wilbur clapped loudly.
“Wow, Phil. Good to see your hands are still working!” Tommy replied playfully, his voice quieted when Techno ran his fingers through the blonde curls.
His friends were here, no-
His family were here, and Techno couldn’t be happier.