Secrets [Tubboinnit/Tubbo x Tommy]

Crying and cuddles

~Not proofread~
~Tubbo's POV~

"Thanks for dinner!" I yelled as I held Tommy's hand and ran up the stairs. I gripped his hand tighter, feeling his palm go all sweaty. We got to his room which is on the second floor at the end of the hall and went in. I still hadn't let go of his hand, sitting down in his gaming chair. I heard a slight 'ahem' coming from Tommy. I looked up, him towering over me. "Hm?"

"What the bloody fuck do you mean, 'ahem', that's my chair your sitting in! Go get your one." His eyebrows creased as he spoke, finishing with his mouth a little bit open. "Nope, I'm comfy. You go get my one." I smiled sweetly at him, finally letting go of his hand, wiping the yucky bodily fluids off of my hand and onto my yellow t-shirt. I grabbed onto the desktop and pulled myself forward, propping my arms onto it.

Pressing the 'On' button, I leaned back into the chair and looked over to where I thought he was standing. Keyword, thought. I frowned, looking around the room, trying to find him. Having no success, I got up and walked out the room. Instantly stepping out, I heard a creak coming from the wardrobe. Quickly turning around, I saw a snippet of dirty blonde running out of it and running to the chair. "No!" I ran for the chair, reaching out for it. Like it was going to help me get to it quicker, only resulting in me falling face first into the floor due to my body leaning forward when I did so. A shooting pain covered my nose and forehead.

I heard an oh so familiar cackle come from my best friend. Best friend. Why did it feel so upsetting to see it as that? I paid no attention to it, swiping away the thought and looking up at the chair where the sun was blocked by the one and only Tommy. I sighed. "You're a dickhead. That hurt.." I pouted, rubbing my nose to hopefully sooth the pain building up. "I-I'm sorry, it's just that your face when you realized you were falling was absolutely comedy. God I should've recorded it." He had a smile on his face throughout his words. A wave of sadness and embarrassment rushed over me, tears building up in my eyes.

Getting hurt, especially your nose always causes you to tear up. Well for me at least. The pain had mostly gone now so I have no clue on why I'm on the brink of sobbing, the embarrassment was huge right now. I pulled my hand away from my nose and covered my eyes, covering up the fact I was about to cry. The laughter from Tommy soon died down to a giggle, then a small chuckle before all noises halting to a stop. I didn't know what he was doing, nor did I see what he was doing because of my hands cupping my face, only hearing slight rustling before footsteps coming closer to me. I sniffled, scrunching my eyes shut causing a tear or two slipping down my rosy cheeks.

I didn't bother to wipe them because he couldn't see. Two tears turned to three, three turned to four, now fully crying. Sniffling more and more, suppressing my sobs got harder and harder, clenching my teeth together, my jaw slightly hurting. Eyes stinging and nose running more, my lips shaking more violently. Only hearing my rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing. I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Tubs, you okay?" It was Tommy. Obviously it is, the others are downstairs. I took a deep breath, about to answer, before shutting my mouth again, not trusting my words without sobbing.

"Mhm.." I nodded my head to not seem so bland. "You sure? You sound like your crying..I didn't mean it y'know?" He sounded so confused, worried even. It made me smile slightly, almost giggle at the fact the Tommyinnit could genuinely be worried. "Y-yeah of course big man, I'm perfectly fine-" I cut myself off with a quite loud sob that erupted from my mouth. It wasn't even a few seconds after before a felt hands wrap under my arms and pulled into a tough surface, yet soft material. "Okay don't lie, what the fuck is wrong?"

I lifted my head from the surface, which turned out to be Tommy's chest, and tilted my neck, seeing his face filled with worry along with a light rose colour covering his cheeks. My own warmed up, although it wasn't much of a difference because of the blotchiness covering my cheeks. I felt the flutters acting up. I shakily sighed before cuddling up to him again. He tensed up slightly, making me pull away, worrying about making feel uncomfortable, only to be pulled into a tight embrace in Tommy's lap, my head against his chest yet again.

"I hurt my nose." My head rose up and down as he chuckled. "Obviously you did Tubs, but that can't be the only reason you ended up crying." He said with a small smile still evident on his face. I huffed, closing my eyes and listening to his heartbeat. "I guess I just got embarrassed. It's stupid, there's no point in crying over something silly like that." Tommy took a breath of air before answering. "I'll admit, it is silly to cry over something like being embarrassed," I frowned, about to say something, but before I could, he continued.

"But if I was in your position, I probably would let a few tears out. Hurting your nose is some type of pain words cannot explain." That put a smile on my face, having to put more effort into it as the salty water my eyeballs produced dried up and made my face all stiff. "There's that smile we all know and love, me especially." I looked up quickly, only just catching the small smirk he had held on his face before he returned to his cocky smile. I rolled my eyes, laying my head back down on his shoulder instead, breathing in his aftershave. I let out a satisfied sigh, feeling my eyes droop slightly.

"Do you feel alright to stream? I tweeted out that I would around 7pm and it's 6:52pm now." It jolted me awake, I stifled a yawn, covering my mouth as I sat up. "Yeah that's cool with me. I'm gonna go grab a glass of water before though." I said crawling out of his lap and standing up. "Pog, can you grab my water bottle and a coke for me that's in the fridge? Thanks." He replied before letting me speak. I shook my head with a smile.

Making my way downstairs, I took my time to think about the feelings I get around Tommy. The slight flutters, butterflies I get when we're in close contact, even eye contact across the room. The way my breathing increases drastically, when my cheeks warm up at the small touch. Whatever it may be, everything he does makes me feel some way that I can't explain. It's confusing. It'll kill my brain if I sat there trying to figure it out because I wouldn't be able to.

The feelings I get when he's around are so confusing and yet so warming.

It doesn't make sense, and that's what I don't like.