Tommyinnit oneshots (DISCONTINUED)

Soft paws

(Wilbur puts his cat on the mic
Fluffy junk, they're literally terrorizing a cat, help the boy, beeduo meets depressed man and his reincarnated fluffball of rage
It doesn't really matter, but Tommy is a flame point siamese like the image above)

"Your place is nicer than I expected" Ranboo mumbled, looking around

"Yeah, I've been busying myself by cleaning and fixing so much junk," Wilbur chuckled, placing his phone on the counter
"We'll be going bowling tomorrow, so we don't need to sleep early, how about a movie?"

Tubbo nodded, following the two tallers into the livingroom where he noticed a peculiar electronic on the coffee table. They ended up picking some radom horror movie

"Why the scary movie in your haunted house?" Ranboo jokingly asked

"It's september, you don't celebrate Halloween?" Wilbur chuckled, suddenly hearing noises from the hall.
Tommy padded in like he owned the place, hopping up on the couch.

"Milk!" Tubbo beamed, snatching up the feline who immediately yowled in protest.
The siamese tried to wriggle out of the brunettes arms to no avail, the older was strong as hell compared to a cat. Wilbur tried not to laugh as Tommy looked up at him, pissed

***

Once the credits began to roll Ranboo let out a sigh of relief he had been holding, and Tubbo visibly relaxed.

"Really, guys? Those jumpscares were so cheesy!" The eldest laughed, pretending like he didn't flinch 20 times during the movie. Tommy looked up at him, knowingly.
"Whatever, I'll order pizza or something"

"Alright bossman"
Once Wilbur left the room the shortest gave the taller blonde a mischievous grin, still clutching onto the cat in his lap

"Whatever you're about to do, don't"
Tubbo didn't listen and reached for the spirit box on the coffee table and switched it on
"God damn i-"

"TALK TO ME GHOULS!!" The boy stood up, jostling the feline that was now only being supported by one arm.
Just as the siamese meowed in complaint a startled yelp came from the box.

Ranboo watches with a curious expression as his friend continued to yell at air, not yet getting a response, until-

"For fucks sake Tubbo, stop screaming!" A voice growled, clear as day, it was Tommys voice. The mentioned brunette pausing.
"And can you put me down?!"

Tommy once again tried to sqirm out of vice grip hands, being carefully placed on the couch by Tubbo, who backed up to be next to Ranboo

"Does Wilbur secretly smoke weed in here or something, because this is a really bad trip-" the blonde tried to joke.

"Ah, just like Philza minecraft, the sceptic" the cat seemingly held in chuckle as he brought one paw up to fix the messed up fur on its chest
"Sooo, surprise! Your best friend is a pussboy now!"

"Actually that is kinda cool," the brunette grinned as his mood immediately changed
He knelt down next to the siamese and booped him on the nose, Tommy sneezing

"How is this possible, and what on earth does it feel like to be a cat??"

"No clue, it's weir- stop petting me -but I- STOP" the boy giggled, trying to push away Tubbos hand, to him petting was more of a ticklish feeling. He laughed.

"Hey boys what toppings do you.." Wilbur paused as he realized the spirit box being on meant one thing

"Ham, please?" Tommy tried to say through a fit of laughter as the shortest continued to pet (tickle) him.
Oh boy there was some explaining to do, at least it looked like the trio was enjoying themselves