#switch!thomas

SUMMARY: john is an egotistical, hyper little shit. we all know that!! in a state of boredom, he goes up to his stoic older brother and decides to surprise attack him. it actually works, and once he's done, thomas gives john 5 seconds before his own demise

SEASON SET: SEASON ONE. JOHN IS 24 AND THOMAS IS 29

TW!!: swearing, brief smoking, mentions of death + war and mouth tickles

Small Heath, Birmingham was no easy place to live in 1919. After the war, tension was everywhere - the already raving streets now full of chaos and smoke. Grime coated the exterior of houses, fog clouded the city sights and children were roaming everywhere, unaccompanied and endangered.

Birmingham was no fun anymore, even for people in gangs - well, that was John's perspective. Being the youngest of the three main brothers, he had to grow up quite quickly, mature too fast. And although, yes, he was a capable man with a strong heart, he was also quite childish and his mindset resembled that of a teenage boy.

He needed some action— some spice to make his day, hell, maybe even his week a little more interesting. So, what not better to do than to torment his second-oldest brother? His most stoic brother? Thomas Shelby. Yet, sometimes, John had to admit even he was scared of his older brother, as his oldest was also a bit weary of the middle child. Why? Before the war in France, Thomas was lively - he laughed, he smiled, he was happy. But, after the war, that person didn't come back. A new Thomas came - a hardened, more stern, more emotionless Thomas that lead the gang called the 'Peaky Blinders'.

Aside from that aspect - John wasn't so worried. Maybe Thomas would appreciate it? Maybe he could escape fast enough? Oh well. No matter the consequences, he was already hooked on-

Well. What? He didn't know what to do -- so, he sat down in the meeting room, pondering. He didn't want to hurt Thomas, far from it, actually. Maybe it'd be good to see his brother laugh, at least once in a while, maybe he could..

It clicked.

It was stupid.

It was childish.

Oh, but that was who John was anyway, and God did it work. He'd just have to tickle him - I mean, when was the last time he saw that happen? Probably not even once. At that, John was set. Determined, he stood up and went to go find his brother.

"Aunt Pol! Aunt Pol? Have you seen Thomas anywhere?"

No answer.

"Arthur!! Where the fuck's Tom?"

"Oh, John, Tommy's in his office as usual. You should know that."

That was easy, only took 15 minutes. But, anyway, John made his way in without knocking and took a seat in front of his brothers desk, a cheeky, sly smirk already starting to force his way onto his lips. "What's up, Tom?"

Thomas only sighed, he didn't even have to look up to hear the smile in his younger brother's voice. He knew it meant trouble. Keeping his eyes on his letter as he wrote it, he answered gruffly. "Yes, John? What is it? If it isn't about business, it can wait." That only made John snicker.

Adjusting his hat, John rolled his eyes. He straightened out his suit and leaned backwards, his head hanging off of the chair. "What'cha doin', eh?" The mischievous one asked, lighting a cigarette and beginning to smoke it. Taking a long puff, he waited for Thomas' answer - a sigh of frustration.

Thomas kept his eyes on his pen, still writing about important things as he talked to John, trying to keep his mind on business. "Writing a letter to the Lee Family. We're conspiring for a deal. Now get out if you don't have anything important to say." He then looked up at John, finally, with a serious and stern look on his face.

"Why are you so serious, huh, bro? What's the matter?" John took another few puffs before stumping his cigarette down in Thomas' ash tray. "You know, you should laugh once ina' while. I haven't seen you laugh since the war. Ever since France, seeing our friends die n' shit, you haven't even made a joke! A fucking joke, Tom." Chair scraping against the wooden floorboards as he stood up abruptly, the sneaky, young adult made his way behind Thomas.

"You have seen me laugh, John."

"Not properly!"

The Leader of Peaky Blinders only rolled his eyes and set his pen down - that's when he tensed. "John. Get your 'ands off of me. I swear to God-" A sharp intake of breath.

"Oho- Are you still fuckin' ticklish, Tom?" The older brother immediately tried to escape, but a firm squeeze to the stomach made him snort and double over. Of course John still knew how to make him snort, of course. The younger only grinned widely and began to flutter his fingers over his navel.

"Pffhahaha- F-Fohor Christ sake, Johohn!" Thomas grabbed John's wrists, trying to push them away to no avail as he was only pushing weakly. It had been a while since he was able to laugh freely, and he didn't mind it so much. "I'm tryhying to w-write a fuhuck- fuckihihing lehehetter!" Slightly embarrassed, he hid his face in his arm, a soft pink hue settling on his face.

Not listening, John dragged his nails up along his brother's abs to his ribcage - his nails slightly grown out - and began to vibrate them gently into the skin in between each individual rib. "Your letter isn't fuckin' important right now. What is important is seeing you piss yourself laughing!" That earnt a sarcastic huff from Thomas, who was trying to keep his giggles in, hiding his mouth in his arm, but it was no use.

"Ahalright- Alright.. Thahahat's enohoHOUGH- JOHOHN!" The 29-year-old man practically squealed as he kicked out a leg, his younger brother had drilled his thumbs into his ever-so-sensitive hip divots. Slamming his hands into John's, he tried to push his wrists away for real. But, the tickling had made his strength evaporate. "LEHEHET ME GOHO- RIGHT NOHOW!"

"Mmm.. Nah. This shit is too fuckin' priceless go let go." That's when he felt Thomas really try to push him off, and he had to wrap his arms around the man to keep him still. John spidered his fingers up and down his sides and gently pinched at his hips. The Leader was in hysterics, banging his fist onto the table as he practically shook with laughter.

"G-GEHEHET THE FUHUCK OHOFF!" Thomas' cheeks began to ache from smiling so much - that's when he knew be bad enough. He then tapped out, and John slowed his hands to a stop. Smiling widely, the younger ruffled his hair. "Ahaha.. Heh.. Fuck.."

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it, Tom?"

"Five seconds."

"What?"

"You.. You have five fuhucking seconds to run before I bloody hunt you down."

John felt his cheeks heat up instantly, and be bolted faster than he ever had. He wasn't about to let this fucker- "Five." SHIT.

"Nononono-" He scrambled out of the office and into a room that no one ever went in. Yet, he wasn't safe there. Hidden behind the door, he felt Thomas near the room he was in. The door swung open, and John almost burst into nervous giggles right then and there. He had to cover his mouth, his cheeks already burning in embarrassment. He was fucking twenty-four! Why was he acting like a fourteen year old?!

Walking around the room slowly, Thomas checked every possible space John could be in. The latter thought he was safe, until: "You know, John. I'm not stupid." A snort slipped. He tried to bolt for it again, but felt hands wrap around his waist right before he set a foot out of the door.

"Noho- Nononono- Tohom-" John panicked through giggles, pushing at his hands.

"I'm not touching you yet."

That's when John felt himself get pinned to the floor, his arms being hoisted above his head. "That's- That's nohot fucking fair! I d-didn't pin you!" Thomas only raised an eyebrow and began tickling.

"Life's not fair, John." He began a lecture as he started to pinch and knead his brother's delicate sides, eliciting squeaky, boyish, frantic laughter from the grown man. "You should know that, for starters. We grew up in this shithole."

"SHUHUT UHUHUP! FUHUCK YOUHU-"

He let out a sweet snort, burying his blushing face into his pinned shoulder.

"Now, now, John. Not every sentence you speak has to have profanity in it." Thomas tutted, smirking when the younger arched his back when the older began to knuckle his ribs, snorting and squeaking with sweet belly laughter.

"I-IHI SAHAID SHUHUT UP, T-TOHOM!" John screeched, falling back against the floor and attempting to curl up. He was being dramatic, as usual. This wasn't a problem for Thomas, though, who kept switching spots to keep John laughing like a mad man. He found the edges of John's untucked shirt and slid his hard, calloused hands in to scribble at his belly button, electing a scream. "EHEHEHAHAHAHA-"

"Tch. Twenty-four, and you act like a toddler. You need to keep your shirt tucked in, John. The Peaky Blinders can't be seen as a lousy gang, can it now?" He scolded his brother as he ignored the screams coming from him. His blunt fingernails and rough skin only added to the torture as he switched between scribbling and clawing his lean stomach. John's eyes scrunched close.

"OHO, FUHUCK OHOFF- T-THIHIHIS GAHAHANG IHIS SHIHIT AHAHAHANYWAY-"

"...Is it now?" Thomas inquired, face darkening slightly as his fingers froze. Oh shit. Fuck. Please have mercy.

But, John wouldn't give up. Not now. He was doomed either way! "Y-Yeheah... I-It is.. WaitwaitwaitWAIIIT-" He instantly shrieked when he felt Thomas pull his shirt up to his ribs, eyes snapping open, all thoughts of not giving up vanishing.

"What? What do you possibly have to say for yourself?" Thomas asked with a raised eyebrow, eyes flickering down to John's midriff - the sensitive, delicate skin had gained a soft, red hue to match his blushing face.

"P-Plehease... I swear, I-I didn't mehean it-" John shied under his gaze, hiding his wobbly smile with his arm. This was a rare occurrence of when Thomas actually gave tickles like this, and they were the WORST.

"That won't save you." Thomas then proceeded to blow the biggest raspberry ever known to man onto John's lower stomach, his stubble scratching perfectly against the skin beneath. When I tell you John shrieked, I don't mean a brief one, I mean one that rang throughout the streets of Small Heath.

John shook his head from side to side hysterically, letting out extremely childish giggles, tears pricking his eyes (and soon streaming down his already glossy cheeks) as Thomas placed not one, not two, but three raspberries all over his stomach. "FUHUHUCK- OKAHAHAHAY! PLEHEHEASE- IHIHI- I'M SOHOHOHORRY!!" He yelled, barely able to speak before his laughter went completely silent. That's when Thomas took the sign to stop, releasing John and patting his chest.

"Still as weak to them as you were when you were twelve." The older teased lightly, standing up and watching John do so. When the younger stumbled, he gently caught him and rubbed his back. "Tuck your shirt in, look appropriate and go rest. We have a busy day tomorrow."

John nodded, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "Y-Yeah... Whatever.."

"...Love you, Tom."

"I love you too, John. Go rest now, and don't disturb me again."

Thomas was finally over the Christmas holiday. His family time was great, and his presents were a wonderful surprise! He was really enjoying himself.

In the imagination, the sides were enjoying a Christmas together. Roman was drawing in a new notebook, Remus was trying out the new chainsaw he got, Patton was cooking turkey and mashed potatoes, Logan was reading a new book he got on Nasa and behind the scenes, Janus was spending time typing on his laptop, while Virgil was listening to music while sitting by the fireplace.

Then:

Thomas finally showed up! Patton was obviously the first one to notice. “THOMAS!” Patton shouted as he tackled hugged the man. Thomas was now on the floor, being hugged and kissed on the cheek by the affectionate Dad figure. “Ah…Hello Thomas.” Logan greeted, looking up from his book. “Having a pleasant christmas so far?”

Thomas giggled as the kisses tickled him. “Myhy christmas- Pahahat! Stahahap thahahat!” Thomas laughed. “Awww, nothing like a few christmas tickles to get you in the mood!” Patton teased.

Logan clicked his tongue. “Is now really the time for childish endeavors, Patton?” Logan asked. Patton looked over at Logan. “You’re next on my bucket list.” Patton told him.

Logan smirked. “Ha. I’m not ticklish.” Logan said. ♫Liiiiiie~♫ Janus sang.

Roman looked at Logan with narrowed eyes. “Oh really now?”

Meanwhile, Patton was still tickling Thomas. “PAhahahahat! Ihihihi thihihink thahahat’s ehehenough!” Thomas tried to tell him.

“Oh really now? And what if I were to go for that neck of yours, Tommy?” Patton teased.

Thomas squealed and tried to push Patton off him. “NOhohoho!”

Virgil smirked. “Want some help Patton?” Virgil asked. “Yes please!” Patton happily replied before skittering his fingers on the right side of Thomas’s neck. “EEEEEEEEK! NOHOHOHO!” Thomas laughed, curling his neck to the right and exposing his left side.

Logan was pushing Roman away from him. “You are being unnecessarily annoying.”

“If you just let me tickle you, then I won’t bother you!” Roman told him. “If you even attempt to tickle me, I will expose your greatest secret.” Logan warned. “HA! I don’t keep secrets.” Roman reacted.

“HAHAHA!” Janus laughed. “That’s a laugh and a half.”

“Logan shot up his index finger. “Tickle me, and there will be trouble.” Meanwhile, Virgil had walked up to Thomas and tickled the left side of his neck. “Gotcha~”

Thomas snorted and covered his mouth.

Virgil clicked his tongue. “Welp…Way to embarrass yourself…” Virgil muttered out loud. Patton pushed Virgil lightly. “No! That was adorable!” Patton reacted. “In front of Patton, no less.” Virgil finished. Patton gasped. “I will fight you!”

Virgil hissed and covered his sides. “NO. Nooo tickles. No tickles.” Virgil ordered. Patton sighed. “Fine.” Patton wiggled his fingers again though. “But I know someone who enjoys a good tickle or two!” Patton teased as he wiggled his fingers close to Thomas. Thomas’s face blushed rather quickly. “We-well…I wouldn’t s-say that.” Thomas lied.

♫Liiiiiie~♫ Janus sang. “I’m still pissed you made that song without me.”

Thomas huffed and crossed his arms. But his ‘pout’ lasted only a second before even more giggles left his mouth. Virgil was tickling his sides in an attempt to get him laughing. “Suffer in tickle jail with me.” Virgil teased in his low, menacing voice.

Thomas continued to snort and laugh loudly. “STAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAhahahaha!” Thomas laughed.

“I’m never gonna stop. You’re just too cute like this.” Virgil teased.

“Like you know cuteness when you see it…” Janus muttered.

Virgil shot Janus a death glare and went back to tickling Thomas.

“You are so right, Virgil! He’s SO CUTE like this!” Patton added.

“See? Even Padre agrees.” Virgil reacted calmly. Thomas was laughing and giggling as he was tickled by the evil Virgil.

Patton looked over at Logan and Roman, who were fighting. Well, tickle fighting. Logan was tickling Roman with a monotone facial expression, while Roman was cackling loudly. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha! LOHOHOHOGAHAHAN NOHOHOHOHO!” Roman ordered. “You really should’ve thought of the repercussions of trying to tickle me.” Logan told him, “IHIHI’LL GEHEHEHET YOHOHOHOU FOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!” Roman fought.

“Oh! I’m sure you’ll try and tickle me no matter what I do, because that’s part of your nature.” Logan mentioned. “I’m just taking advantage of the moment.” Logan added.

As Roman continued to laugh, Patton looked back at Thomas, who’s ears were being tickled with little purple feathers. Virgil was fluttering the feathers with his hands, and smiling evilly as he tickled the man. Thomas was a giggly mess. “Sohohohoho mehehehehean!” Thomas giggled.

“I know~” Virgil sing-songed. “You know, you could just move.” Virgil reminded him. “Then the tickles would be gone.”

Virgil had a point. Thomas wasn’t being held down or anything. So he could easily move out of the way when it gets to be too much. But…Thomas wasn’t moving.

Logan looked over and chuckled. “He likes it, I see?” Logan teased. Patton gasped and placed a hand on his chest. “Awwwww! He does!”

Virgil nodded. “Thomas Sanders loves being tickled.” Virgil admitted. Logan looked over at Roman. “I know someone else who does too.” Logan said, staring at Roman.

“DOHOHON’T YOHOHOU DAHAHAHARE!” Roman shouted. Patton looked at Logan and at Roman. Then, it clicked!

“Oh yeah! I forgot he likes it!” Patton reacted.

Wait, he KNEW?!

“HOHOHOW DOHOHO YOHOHOHOU KNOHOHOW?!” Roman asked.

“Oh! It was obvious.” Patton replied. “You’re not exactly good at hiding it, Roman.” If Roman wasn’t blushing before, he was certainly blushing now! Roman couldn’t get over it! How did Patton manage to find it out so easily?! His hiding skills are impeccable!

Virgil finally stopped his hands, and placed the feathers aside. “Alright. I’m done.”

Thomas went limp and continued to giggle a little. “Thahaha…thank you…hehehe…” Thomas told him.

“No prob, Tom.” Virgil replied.

Patton smiled and kissed Thomas’s cheek. “Love ya, kiddo!”

Thomas hugged Patton. “Love you too, Dad.”

Patton snuck a few tickles on his ribs. “Sorry, I just can’t resist tickling ya!” Patton told him.

Thomas giggled and gently started tickling him back. “Ihihihit’s fihihine.”

Patton gasped and jumped around, laughing in his arms. “HAhahahaha! Thohohomyyyy!”

“Yeeeeeesss?” Thomas replied.

“Ihihihit tihihihickles!” Patton told him.

“Really? I didn’t notice.” Thomas teased.

“Ooooh…Padre’s turn~” Virgil teased as he started tickling Patton’s armpits.

Patton squealed and laughed a little harder as he clamped his arms shut. “NOHOhohohohoho!” Patton laughed.

“Yess~” Virgil replied.

Thomas looked over at Roman, who was currently trying to tickle Logan. “Come on, you HAVE to be ticklish!”

Logan rolled his eyes as he had his arms out to the side. “This is pointless.” Logan muttered. Thomas laughed as he watched the boys. “Wow…I suppose Logan is not the ticklish type.” Thomas joked.

Patton gently shook Virgil off before leaning into the side of Thomas’s head and whispering something into his ear.

Thomas listened and smirked. “Of course!”

Thomas started blowing little raspberries on his neck. Patton was giggling and laughing against Thomas. “HAhahahahahahaha! Nahahahahaha!” Patton giggled and laughed against him. “Awwww…cutie.” Thomas teased before blowing more raspberries on his neck. Meanwhile, Roman was unsuccessful in finding tickle spots on Logan. It would seem that Logan wasn’t ticklish. “Sorry Roman.” Logan told him. “I’m just not ticklish.”

Roman was pouting in the corner with his arms crossed. It just wasn’t fair. He can’t get him back no matter how much he wants to.

Logan looked at Roman with slight worry and walked up behind him. He placed his right hand on Roman’s shoulder. “Hey…would you feel better if I tickled you a little more?” Logan asked.

Roman leaned his back against Logan and placed his hand on Logan’s resting right hand. “No…it’s alright.” Roman told him.

Virgil silently chuckled to himself as he held his hands together like a plotting villain. He was coming up with a good spot to hide behind so he could successfully scare Thomas and get a reaction out of him. It’s been a good while since he could probably scare Thomas (or the others for that matter) and as much as he liked being loved, it’s been a while since he could give Thomas a proper scare. Since Halloween was quickly approaching, Virgil really wanted to get at least one successful scare in for this month.

Virgil decided to hide behind the couch with some quiet food and wait for Thomas to sit. Funnily enough, it didn’t take very long for Thomas to sit onto the couch and start reading something on his phone. So, being the man he was, Virgil slowly stood up from the back of the couch and stretched his arms out. Thomas didn’t even notice the shadow that was showing on his back and his phone screen. And by the time he DID notice something was off…

“BAH!” Virgil shouted, grabbing Thomas’s sides and shaking his hands a little.

Thomas shrieked! It worked! But he also...bursted out laughing?! And flopped to the side of the couch! “VIHIhihihirgihil!” Thomas reacted.

Despite the strange reaction, Virgil did it! He managed to scare Thomas! “YES!” Virgil shouted, jumping out of the space behind the couch. “I gotcha good! I gotcha REAL good!” Virgil declared, squeezing his sides again.

Thomas squeaked yet again and started giggling and flopping into Virgil’s grip. It was here that everything clicked. Virgil did scare him, but he also tickled him in the process! Virgil’s smile widened as he realized the tickling ENHANCED the jumpscare! Of course it did! Tickling kicks the Fight or Flight defenses into high gear!

So, Virgil kept it going! He squeezed his sides a few more times and made him kick his feet and wiggle just about everywhere! “aaAAAAH! WAHAHAHA! STAhahahap ihihit Vihihihirgil!” Thomas giggled and laughed, struggling to wiggle away from Virgil’s swift, narrow fingers.

“No way! If there’s one thing that’s not gonna change about me, it’s my love for jumpscaring you and the sides. But…” Virgil retreated his fingers for a few seconds and slowly floated his fingers just above his hips. “...I think I’ve found a new strategy for how exactly to jumpscare you.” Virgil added.

Virgil dug his fingers into Thomas’s hips and mixed between drilling and squeezing them. “nahAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI CAHAHAN TEHEHEHELL!” Thomas reacted.

“Perhaps I should use your biggest weakness against you?” Virgil suggested.

Thomas gasped and shot Virgil a warning look. “Don’t...don’t you even dare…” Thomas ordered. Virgil just sent Thomas a confident look right back, and stared at him. “PATTON! THOMAS IS IN THE MOOD FOR SOME TICKLES!” Virgil shouted towards the room.

It didn’t take long for a plotting tickle monster to come barrelling into the room. “Duty calls?” Patton asked.

Virgil smirked and pointed at Thomas.

Patton gasped and giggled evilly. “I’d love to! It’s been a LONG TIME since I properly tickled you, Thomas!” Patton told him eagerly.

Thomas let out a couple nervous giggles. “Uhuhuh...that’s not t-true. You-you tickled me yesterday, I believe.” Thomas attempted to correct him.

Patton started pretending like yesterday’s tickle fight DIDN’T happen. “What? I...I don’t believe I did! Are you lying?” Patton asked.

Hold up- Was...this Deceit?!

“Wait...Janus? Is that you?” Thomas asked.

Patton giggled in an evil, yet bubbly attitude. “Janus isn’t here. This is all pure, evil Patty! And THIS Padre is ready to hear some giggle-giggle-giggles from Tommy!” Patton teased, wiggling his fingers and sneaking up to Thomas quickly.

Thomas shook his head and started giggling helplessly as Patton sat on his waist and started looking for a ticklish spot to attack. Patton lifted an eyebrow at Thomas’s laughter. “I'm not even tickling you yet! It sounds like a mischievous ghost might have beaten me to it!” Patton reacted.

Thomas just laughed more, While Virgil held Thomas’s arms above his head. “Go for his hips! Go for his hips!” Virgil suggested.

“Oooh! Good idea!” the father reacted.

Patton quickly drilled his fingers right into Thomas’s hips and drew deep circles inside his hallows with his thumbs. “NNYYYAAAAAAAAA!” Thomas shouted!

“Nyah?! What do you mean ‘Nyah’?!” Virgil asked.

Thomas covered up his face and shook his head in embarrassment. “Nothihihihing.” Thomas whined.

Patton giggled and looked up at Virgil. “Don’t you mean ‘Nyah-thing!’?” Patton asked Thomas.

Virgil wheezed and bursted out laughing at Patton’s amazing pun! Thomas ended up falling into another laughing fit from the pun as well.

“Thahahat was gohohohood, nohot gonna lihie.” Thomas told Patton.

Patton gasped and went heart-eyed at the compliment. “Thank you!” Patton declared.

“Now: more tickles!” Virgil declared before blowing a raspberry near Thomas’s hip!

“BAHAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIhihi cahahahan’t! Tohohoho muhuhuch!” Thomas begged.

“Oh my god Thomas, that was only one raspberry! Imagine if I just-” Virgil blew yet ANOTHER raspberry on Thomas’s hip!

Thomas bucked and shook his head as he fell into loud cackles.

Virgil couldn’t help the laughter that left his mouth as well. “You sound like a cackling baby!” Virgil reacted.

Patton guffawed at that as well! “Oh yeah! He really does!” Patton reacted. Then, Patton decided to try drilling into both hips while blowing a raspberry on Thomas’s lower ribs:

Thomas threw his head back and WAILED like a baby! To top it all off, Thomas fell back into his baby-like cackles again! “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

-NAHAHAHAHAHA!” Thomas howled hysterically! He couldn’t even pronounce words, let alone talk! His laughter was taking over every function he could use to communicate!

Everyone froze for a moment. Patton stopped tickling Thomas, and Virgil stared at Thomas in awe. After a few seconds, Virgil HOWLED with laughter and fell off the couch while Patton wheezed and flopped onto Thomas’s chest! “THAHAHAHAT WAHAHAHAIL!” Virgil shouted.

“IHIHI KNOHOW! YOHOU SOUNDED LIKE A GIHIHIHIHIRL!” Patton shouted.

“HOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIT HE DID!” Virgil shouted at Thomas, rolling on the floor beside the couch in hysterics while tucked into the fetal position.

Patton lifted himself up as his laughter lessened a bit. “Guehehess I should never tickle too many spots at once.” Patton decided, winking as he took a mental note for himself.

Virgil was wheezing, cackling and kicking his legs like his life depended on it! “I CAN’T BREHEHEHEAHATHE!” Virgil screamed, turning onto his back and loudly laughing to the ceiling with his eyes shut.

When Patton stopped laughing, he decided it would be even funnier, if he repeated the action! So, he squeezed his hips and blew another raspberry on Thomas’s belly!

Thomas shrieked super loudly and snorted before falling into hysterical laughter! Not nearly as funny as the baby wail, but almost!

Virgil bursted out laughing yet again and clutched his stomach as he kicked his feet. Meanwhile Patton had fallen into hysterics and was rolling around on Thomas’s chest! You’d think this would be uncomfortable for Thomas...but surprisingly, it wasn’t!

And when Patton resumed drilling into his hips again, Thomas’s laughter went silent.

“Okay...Pat?” Virgil called.

“Mm hmm?” Pat replied.

“He needs a break.” Virgil told him.

“Oh...Hey Thomas, do you need a break?” Patton asked.

“YEHEHEHES!...PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Thomas pleaded, despite how exhausted he was.

Patton quickly retreated his fingers and rubbed away the ghost tickles so Thomas could fully recover. Thomas was a sweaty, panting mess of giggles. He couldn’t stop giggling as he recovered, and he refused to talk as he panted and heavily breathed. He needed to be able to breath in order to talk, and Thomas was currently lacking the oxygen to breath.

“Yohou okahahay, Thomas?” Patton asked. Thomas let out some bubbly, high-pitched giggles in reply. Patton just giggled. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then!” Patton decided.

Virgil got himself up onto his feet...just to boop his nose. After only accomplishing that feat, Virgil gave up and flopped back onto the ground in exhaustion.

Thomas lifted an eyebrow and chuckled at him. He thinks he’s so tired...Try getting tickled nearly to tears.

Patton was laughing at Virgil’s exhaustion as well. “How is it that you’re tired as well? You weren’t even tickled!” Patton asked, not understanding such a thing.

Virgil rolled his eyes at his question and just laid there on his back. But Virgil wasn’t free for long before a tired, but revenge-hungry Thomas rolled himself off the couch and right beside Virgil.

“My turn!” Thomas declared as he tickled Virgil’s belly.

“eeeEEEEHEHEHEHE! HAHAhahahahaha! Tohohommyhyhyhy, nohohohohoho!” Virgil begged.

“What’s this? Did you expect to get away with scaring me and tickling me all in one go? Cause last time I checked, tickle fights are two-sided!” Thomas declared as he squished and jiggled Virgil's belly like jello.

Virgil squealed and giggled as he attempted to roll away. But Thomas stopped him with his hand, scooted Virgil’s back right into his chest, and resumed squeezing and skittering his fingers on his belly.

“NOHOHOhohoho! HahahahahAHAHAHA! WAHAHAIT- NOHOHO BEHEHELLYYYYYY!” Virgil protested and begged, kicking his feet and flailing his arms everywhere. On a few occasions, Thomas was almost clocked in the jaw, forehead, shoulder, even the eye!

“Holy crap! I’m gonna need to pin you down before you actually hit me!” Thomas reacted in surprise. Thomas scooted himself back a little to allow Virgil to lay on his back. Then Thomas sat on his waist, pinned one of his arms to the side and started skittering his fingers in the open armpit.

“GahaHAHAHAHA! EEEEHEHEHEHEEEE! LEHEHEHET GOOOOHOHOHO!” Virgil begged, reaching his arm over to try and wave Thomas’s fingers away. Thomas only pushed the flapping hand aside and continued to tickle his armpit. “AHAHAHAHAW, COHOHOME OHOHOHOHON! YOHOHOHOU SUHUHUHUCK!” Virgil yelled at him through his laughter.

“Oh? I suck, huh? Tell me Virgil: How exactly do I suck? I’m barely doing anything.” Thomas reminded him.

“YOHOHOU JUHUST DOHOHOHOHO!” Virgil shouted back at him.

It was at this moment Thomas decided that enough was enough. Thomas let go of Virgil’s arm, lifted up Virgil’s purple shirt and gazed his eyes upon Virgil’s little belly button. Virgil gasped from both the cold air against his belly, and in horror for the events that may unfold! Virgil knew immediately what he was going for, and was NOT gonna let him have it. So, Virgil covered up his belly button with his hands and arms. Everytime Virgil would cover up his belly button, Thomas would move the hands away and try to poke it. But Virgil was quick, and stubborn. One would begin to wonder if Virgil was against the navel idea. But Thomas knew just from the look he was giving him:

Virgil was being a little shit.

At one point, Virgil covered his navel with BOTH his hands! So, Thomas grabbed both wrists, lifted them up, and started lifting the shirt back up with his nose. Virgil’s eyes widened as nervous giggles overtook him. “Whahahahahat ahahare yohohou-

PPPHHFFTFTTT! Thomas blasted a raspberry right into his belly button!

“EEEEEEEEEK! HAHAHAHA- THOMAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Virgil screamed with tiny tears of mirth welling up in his eyes.

Thomas immediately stopped from there, and let Virgil go so he could breath. Virgil continued to feel bits of tickles on his belly, which left him unbelievably giggly. Virgil curled into the fetal position as a defensive tactic and clutched his stomach as he somewhat squeezed all the leftover giggles out of his belly and lungs. His body was hot from the use of endurance, but was also still processing the feeling of the raspberry Thomas had blown onto him. It felt like his belly was still slightly vibrating from the raspberry, and he couldn’t stop laughing for the life of him.

Patton laid down on the other side of Thomas, and snuggled into him. “Come here you two!” Thomas said eagerly, wrapping his arms around both Patton and Virgil, and pulling them close to him. Virgil and Patton both giggled and laughed as they were pulled in, and enjoyed the love he was giving them. “I love you both.” Thomas told them.

Virgil looked at Thomas and Patton, and smiled genuinely. “I love you too.” Virgil said back, giving both the two of them a kiss on the cheek. Patton sent Virgil a toothy smile and fluffed his hair. Virgil felt proud of himself. Virgil was capable of seeing how much Patton and Thomas loved him, even if he didn’t deserve it.

Thomas sighed as he laid in the bed in agitation.

“WOOOOO HOOOO! DANCE LIKE NOBODY’S WATCHIN’!”

Thomas growled into his pillow.

“Come ON, THOMAS! DON’T BE SUCH A PARTY POOPER!”

Thomas flipped him off.

“HAHA! SEE, YOU GUYS? THOMAS IS HAVING FUN!”

Thomas flopped his hand onto his bed and covered his head with the covers.

“AWWWW! Is Thomas preparing to do the BLANKET WORM?! HELL YEAH! GO THOMAS GO!” Remy started jumping on the bed and fistpumping the air. “GO THOMAS GO! YOU CAN DO IT THOMAS!”

Thomas finally threw a pillow at the man.

Remy pushed the pillow off his own face. “...Well that was rude.” Remy gasped and whimpered to himself. “Thoooomaaaas! You spilt my LATTE!” Remy whined, screaming the word ‘Latte’ like a toddler.

“J-st c-njurrr up -nothrr ooonne.” Thomas said to Remy through his pillow.

“But- NO!” Remy threw the starbucks latte cup at Thomas.

It bonked against the back of Thomas’s head. “Ow” Thomas grunted, rubbing his head.

Remy threw a pair of keys at Thomas next. “WE ARE BUYING ME ANOTHER LATTE. RIGHT NOW.” Remy ordered.

The keys clanged against Thomas’s head, in the exact same spot. “Oooohohow. Remyyyyy!” Thomas whined, wincing and rubbing his head in pain.

“You RUINED MY LATTE! My other white SHIRT, is COVERED IN LATTE! I NEED MY LATTE, OR I’M GONNA HURT SOMEONE!” Remy ordered.

Thomas rolled his eyes and shoved his face further into his pillow. “Y-u kindaa diid.” Thomas muttered.

“GOOD.” Remy shouted. “IT’S ALREADY GETTING BAD THEN.” Remy added, before pouting and crossing his arms in anger.

Thomas scoffed at that. But then he sighed and picked himself up. He got off his bed and wrapped his arms around Remy’s waist. “Come on, Remy. It’s time to sleep.” Thomas told him, lightly resting his chin on Remy’s shoulder.

Remy shook his head. “Mm mm. Not until I get my latte.” Remy ordered.

Thomas groaned. “What about tomorrow?” Thomas offered.

“Earlier.” Remy ordered.

“I can wake up early to get one.” Thomas compromised.

“No you can’t.” Remy told him. “Besides: earlier.” Remy added.

Thomas sighed into his shoulder. “You are just begging for a midnight latte, huh?” Thomas clarified.

Remy whined and bounced impatiently. “Yeeeeeess!” Remy whined back.

“Hmm...You don’t think anything else will help you get into bed with me?” Thomas asked with a smirk.

Remy softened his expression a little, but quickly hardened his expression. “No.”

Thomas smiled and slowly started to pull Remy along into bed. “If we sleep, we can dream about a latte factory.” Thomas offered.

Remy blinked in confusion. “...There are latte factories?” Remy asked.

Thomas shrugged his shoulders and made an ‘I dunno’ humming sound. “Might be.” Thomas told him. “Maybe we can discuss it in bed?” Thomas suggested.

Remy narrowed his eyes and looked away from the man. “No. Not without my latte.” Remy ordered.

Thomas blinked in surprise. He was truly being stubborn tonight. Were latte’s really that important to him?

Remy pulled away from him and turned to face the tired Thomas. “Listen, Thomas. If you don’t get me my Latte, I might need to force you.” Remy warned.

Thomas sniffed a laugh. “And how are you gonna do that?” Thomas asked him, crossing his arms in amusement.

Remy growled in anger, but quickly dropped his behaviour when he found an interesting feature on Thomas:

Thomas’s chest was bare. That gave him ideas to use the most playful, yet strategic version of persuading: tickling.

Remy started to feel a smirk growing on his face as he leaned into Thomas’s ear. “By taking advantage of your bare body.” Remy whispered proudly before pulling Thomas into his own chest. Thomas giggled and rested his head back on Remy’s shoulder, while Remy wrapped his arms around his waist.

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Cuhuhuddling? Your forceful strategy is cuddling?” Thomas specified.

Remy hummed. “Not quite. Close, tho.” Remy replied before lightly poking and skittering his fingers on Thomas’s belly.

Thomas wiggles around a bit and let out slight titters. “Rehemy...wahahahit-” Thomas giggled, wiggling even more before breaking out of his grip.

“What? I’m just giving you belly rubs.” Remy told him as he pulled the man back into his arms.

Thomas yelped and squealed as more of his belly and ribs were poked and squeezed. He knew EXACTLY what Remy was up to, and he was NOT having it. Thomas started wiggling about even more, and struggled in an attempt to get out of his grip once again. But Remy had pulled Thomas further into his chest, locked him in with his arms, and took a big breath:

PBBFFFBBBBTT!

“aaAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! EEHEHEHEHEHE!” Thomas screamed and bursted out laughing.

“Ooooh! Ticklish, I see?” Remy asked with an obvious smile on his face.

Yeheah. You know that already though! You’re a version of me!” Thomas told him as he tried to get away.

“Doesn’t mean I knew how ticklish you are. Especially your neck!” Remy teased, fluttering his fingers on Thomas’s neck.

“Mmhmhmhmhmhehehehehahahahahaha!” Thomas giggled.

“Awww! Coochy coochy coo, my party killer!” Remy teased. He blew another raspberry onto Thomas’s neck.

“NOOOHOHOHO! STAHPIHIHIHIT!” Thomas begged.

“But why would I stop when you were being so rude earlier to me? I think Thomas needs more tickles~” Remy decided with a smirk.

Remy gently walked Thomas to the bed and laid Thomas onto the end of the bed on his back. Remy was standing above him and wiggling his fingers at him in an evil, anticipating manner. Thomas’s face grew red almost instantly as he tried to stop the man or tickle him back. But his sides were a no-go, and his armpits were not even ticklish.

Remy’s smirk widened. “Not ticklish, Thomas~” Remy sing-songed as he poked Thomas’s belly button.

Thomas let out a shriek and attempted to cover it up. But Remy grabbed Thomas’s dominant hand and pinned it to his side with his left, while he dipped and fluttered his finger inside Thomas’s navel. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! REHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT MYHYHYHY BEHEHEHE- BEHEHEH- NOHOHOHOHO!” Thomas yelled.

“Not your ‘beEeEe’? What’s a ‘bEeEe’?” Remy asked. Thomas shook his head in frustration, while Remy thought. Suddenly, Remy gasped and snapped his finger like he connected the dots! “Ooooh! Do you mean your belly button?!” Remy asked. Thomas looked away, embarrassed. “It’s because I LOVE belly buttons! They’re so tiny, but FILLED with ticklish nerves just waiting to be plucked and played to my enjoyment!” Remy teased as he poked and scratched in his belly button.

Thomas giggled and whined as he covered up his face with his free hand.

Remy giggled as he continued. “Is poor Tommy too embarrassed to say the b-word?” Remy teased.

“BITCH!” Someone yelled suddenly, prompting Remy to stop

Remy and Thomas blinked in surprise and turned their heads to the source of the sound. Hidden behind the dresser, was a mustached version of Thomas, who was shirtless and dawned a white highlight in his hair.

“Is bitch the word you were talking about?” Remus asked, holding up a yipping chihuahua.

Remy sighed and proceeded to ignore him by tickling Thomas’s belly button to make him laugh again. Thomas’s red blush was right back onto his face in seconds as he squeaked and laughed while pushing Remy with his free left hand.

Remus’s smile dropped as he realized what they were doing wasn't dirty whatsoever. In fact, it was the complete opposite. So, Remus rolled his eyes and lowered himself back into the imagination.

Remy chuckled. “Wow! If tickling is the hidden key to getting Remus to leave, we should tickle you more often!” Remy told him. Thomas shook his head instinctively as his pushing against Remy weakened and lessened. The tickling was weakening him to the point where he couldn’t even push his own sleep persona off himself! “Uh oh...looks like someone is weeeaaakeniiing~” Remy teased.

Thomas tried to cover half his face up in the bed comforter. “NOOOOHOHOHOhohohoho!” Thomas yelled.

“Oooohoho, I think it iiiiis! Are the tickle-tickle-tickles on your belly-belly button making you all weak and giggly?” Remy teased, going for his sides to lessen the tickles a bit.

“KIHIHIhihihindahahaha…” Thomas admitted.

Remy tsked to himself. “Well, looks like I accidentally gave you what you wanted then.” Remy told him. Remy stopped tickling him and wiped away the ghost tickles as well. “I suppose I can wait till tomorrow morning to get my latte.” Remy decided.

Thomas let out a sigh of relief as he recovered from the one-sided tickle fight. “Ohoho boy...okay.” Thomas replied.

Remy tilted his head. “You okay?” Remy asked him.

Thomas chuckled and leaned his head back on the bed. “Yeah.” He replied. Thomas reaches his arms out to Remy, silently asking him for a hug.

Remy nodded his head eagerly and hugged him without even thinking. Thomas happily hugged the man and cuddled him. Remy smiled. “Feeling cuddly now?” Remy asked.

Thomas grunted tiredly. “Mm hmm…” He kinda replied. Remy started to feel his eyes slowly getting a little heavy. He watched Thomas as he closed his eyes and began shallowly sleeping. He was too self-conscious to try and move now, because he may wake Thomas up by accident. As much as he wanted his latte…Thomas’s sleep mattered just a little more to him. He was Thomas’s sleep, after all. There were times when Thomas used to ignore Remy’s begs to go to sleep. But now that Thomas was an adult, he listened to Thomas more. In fact tonight, Thomas had to encourage Remy to head to bed! Talk about irony.

When Remy and Thomas woke up the next morning, it was 9am. Thomas smiled and gave Remy a forehead kiss. “Good morning Remy.” He greeted him.

Remy immediately shot up and pulled the covers off himself. “LATTE HERE WE COME!” Remy shouted, scooting himself out of bed and pulling his shoes on.

Thomas bursted out laughing. “Come here, you go-getter!” Thomas ordered playfully, wrapping his arms around Remy’s chest and pulling him back into bed. “NoOoOoOo!” Remy whined childishly, squirming about. “Come ooooonnn Thomas! I want my Latte! I waited all night for it like a good boy!” Remy begged.

“Nope! Not happening. First, I need my morning revenge.” Thomas explained proudly, wiggling his fingers at him.

“WAIT- NAAHAHAHAHA! THOHOHOHOM!” Remy shouted.

A HA! So you ARE TICKLISH! I was just going for the wrong SPOT!” Thomas declared.