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Tommy has a lot of quirks, Wilbur has discovered over time. It isn't a bad thing, not by any means, but that doesn't mean there aren't some odd quirks every now and again.
It first happens when Tommy is staying the night for a vlog.
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Wilbur is laying on his couch, sprawled out as he watches an old-timey murder mystery. Tommy dissapeared into his guest room a while ago, and he's assuming the teen has probably gone to bed.
His assumption is proved wrong when he hears footsteps pad down the hall. Wilbur sits up, peering over the back of the couch to check. Sure enough, Tommy is making his way over to the living room, absoloutely swamped in one of the older's sweaters.
It feels like all of the air is knocked from his lungs for a moment, something so utterly fond grasping at his heart. "Tommy." He greets, lips tipped up into a small smile. The teen merely glances at him, heading for the couch. Wilbur raises an eyebrow, but indulges the silence.
For whatever reason, Tommy just stands there for a moment. When Wilbur is about to ask the younger if he's ok, a weight suddenly slams into his chest.
He grunts, flopping back, winded. Tommy lays on top of him, shifting for a moment to get comfortable. Wilbur says nothing at first, still trying to get the air back into his lungs.
"Why?" He eventually asks, wrapping his arms firmly around the blonde's waist. Tommy shrugs, resting his head on Wilbur's chest. "So you just tackled me for no reason?" Wilbur presses, trying very hard to keep the amusement out of his voice. "Sure." Tommy shrugs again, tilting his head back and beaming up at the man.
And, well- Wilbur couldn't be mad if he tried.
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The next time he's unceramoniously attacked, he's trying to talk to Niki.
She's on call with him, and they're both in their respective kitchens. Niki is walking him through a recipe for cinnamon rolls, because while he may be able to cook, the same cannot be said for his baking. Baking attempts, rather.
He hears his front door open and looks up, brows furrowed in confusion. It's Tommy, because of course it is. He sighs, and Niki makes a confused sound. "Wil?" She calls, voice tinged with concern. "I'm alright. The gremlin child has broken into my house." Wilbur informs, pointedly ignorning the "I'm not a child!" from Tommy, who is now standing at the entrance to his kitchen.
Wilbur returns his attention to Niki, who laughs and resumes her instructions. They get through maybe one more step before Wilbur feels a strong urge to look at the teen again.
As he does, Tommy narrows his eyes and lunges. Wilbur catches him this time, staggering back a few steps. He isn't anywhere as winded this time, either, having had a moment to brace himself for the impact. The teen latches onto the brunette's sweater, burrying his face in Wilbur's shoulder.
He just sighs, fond, returning the embrace. "I guess Tommy's joining us, then." Wilbur huffs, dragging the blonde back over to his counter. Niki just laughs.
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By the third time, he's already used to it.
The door to his office opens mid-stream, dragging his attention away from the bedwars match he's participating in. Techno had joined him when he was playing GeoGuessr, and badgered him until he'd caved and agreed to switch to Minecraft.
"No." He says immediately, pointing at Tommy and narrowing his eyes. Tommy grins, malicious and sharp. "Oi, don't you fucking dare." Wilbur hisses, standing from his chair and taking a step back. He knows he's powerless to stop the teen, and he will be tackled, but he'd rather not have his chair broken in the process. Tommy's grin widens.
"Wilbur?" Techno calls, voice tinged ever so slightly with concern. He doesn't get a chance to answer, as Tommy rams into him and sends them both to the ground.
All his stream, and Techno over Discord, sees is a blue and yellow blur, knocking Wilbur out of frame. He sighs, wrapping his arms around Tommy yet again. "I'm alright!" Wilbur yells, finally letting his head drop against the floor.
He knows his microphone picks up the sound when he hears Techno let out a sigh of relief.
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The next time Tommy goes to tackle him, Wilbur beats him to the punch.
Both he and Tommy are in his room, just keeping each other company. Wilbur is editing a new vod and Tommy is writing an essay for one of his classes. He hears the teen stand up, and immediately knows what's going to happen. He spins around, getting to his feet and pointedly raising an eyebrow.
"Sweetheart." The pet name catches Tommy so off guard that he actually stumbles, and Wilbur grins, advancing. Tommy is red, eyes wide in shock. "If you want a hug, Toms, you can just say so. You don't have to tackle me." He chuckles, wrapping his arms around the blonde and squeezing. Tommy doesn't respond for a moment, before he huffs and wraps his arms around Wilbur in return, burrying his face in the brunette's sweater.
"Maybe I just enjoy tackling you, ever think of that, hmm?" Tommy snarks, but the way he absolutely melts into the hand that starts raking through his curls tells Wilbur that the teen is lying. "Uh huh," He clicks his tongue, disbelieving.
"Sure sunshine, sure." His words are coated in and dripping sarcasm. Wilbur burries his face in Tommy's hair, pressing a kiss to his scalp.
Tommy burrows closer, whining. Wilbur happily tightens his hold, pressing more kisses amongst Tommy's hair, who giggles. Wilbur feels himself smile at the sound, pushing back slightly to press an overly affectionate, obnoxious kiss to the blonde's forehead. Tommy somehow turns an even darker red.
"Wil." The teen huffs, trying to struggle out of the brunette's arms. Unfortunately for him, Wilbur is much, much stronger than he is. This fact doesn't deter Tommy, however, who keeps struggling as Wilbur laughs and peppers his face with kisses. His efforts are fruitless, and the man eventually resorts to just laughing at him.
He remains undeterred... Until he gets tired.
Clearly, Wilbur sees this, and lets go for a moment, only to pick Tommy up. Of course, the blonde shrieks at the sudden change, but has spent too much energy to do anything other than slump into the hold. Wilbur's gaze softens, and he kisses Tommy on the cheek, setting the blonde down on his bed. The covers are pried out from under him and placed back over him as Wilbur tucks him in, placing yet another kiss on his forehead. Tommy starts to protest, but Wilbur grabs his guitar and the blonde knows he's lost. "Can you at least play Soft Boy? Or Sex Sells?" The teen requests, and he snorts, rolling his eyes, but obliges. "Sure, sunshine, whatever you want."
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Tommy wakes up alone.
Well, not quite alone, but Wilbur isn't sitting beside him anymore. He yawns, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Good Morning, dear." Wilbur calls, attention still firmly on his monitor, where he's likely editing again.
Tommy's cheeks tint pink, and he huffs. "Bitch." He grumbles, pushing himself all the way into a sitting position. Tommy can almost hear the man's eye roll.
"Yeah yeah, love you too, Toms." Wilbur chuckles, finally turning away from his computer, flashing the teen a grin. Tommy turns fully red, burrying his face in his hands. "I hate you." He counters, but it's weak and they both know it. There's a sigh, followed by more amused chuckling, and he hears Wilbur stand. Tommy parts his fingers, lifting his head slightly to peer at the brunette as he walks closer.
Getting a wonderful idea, he lowers his hands.
Wilbur narrows his eyes, clearly knowing he's up to something. "Tommy." The man warns, stopping a few paces away. It doesn't do much, as Tommy cackles and vaults off the bed, throwing himself at the brunette. Wilbur yelps, but catches the teen.
Sighing, Wilbur shifts to pull Tommy into a proper hug, squeezing. "You're not going to stop tackling me, are you sunshine?" Wilbur asks, resting his cheek on the side of the blonde's head. "No." He answers simply, burrying his face in the brunette's shoulder to hide how he turns a darker shade of red. Wilbur clearly knows, if the giggle and kiss to the side of his head are anything to go off. "I love you." He mumbles, meek, burrowing closer. There's a quiet intake of breath somewhere above him.
"I love you too, darling."