Mcyt Agere stories ((mostly tubbo)) ((sfw!!))

Little: Tubbo and Tommy|| cg: techno and philza ||"What was I made for..?"

This was inspired by me listening to "what was I made for" by Billie Eilish and it making me sad 

Tubbo fic thingy
This takes place in the same universe as "hurting tummys and helping hands" does bc I liked their dynamic :3

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"Daddy!! Pops!!! Movie day, daddy!! It's movie day!"

tubbo yelled joyfully as he ran down the stairs of their comfortable home.
Which it of course drew the attention of the

other three who were already down in the kitchen feeding tommy
Techno chuckled at the brunette

"It is! smart boy!" Phil said enthusiastically, ruffling the boys hair once he reached the other three.

"Age check?" Phil asked as he stirred a bowl of creamy pancake mix

Tubbo beamed as he held up five fingers

"My big boy " philza smiled and kissed the boys cheek after hoisting him up onto his hip

"You excited for the movie Toms?" The blonde asked once he settled tubbo into a high chair and started pouring the mix onto the pan on the stove.

"Yup!" tommy said around his pastel yellow pacifier

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Once everyone had eaten and gotten their shoes and bags, they finally got in the car and headed towards the theater.

tubbo was playing with some slime and watching cartoons on his iPad with his noise canceling headphones.

Tommy was getting a quick nap in, as he was feeling littler than tubbo, his pacifier centimeters from falling from his lips.

"daddy?" Tubbo questioned
"Yeah bee?"
"Can I bring my Barbie to the fheater?" Tubbo said, holding up a brunette Barbie with a purple and pink dress.

"Yeah hun, just don't pull it out until we're seated." Philza responded
"People are icky sometimes" he added

"Okay!"

tubbo also decided to get a small nap in, it was early for two little ones after all!

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Twenty or so minutes later, they arrived and made their way inside.

Tommy was wearing a mask to conceal his paci while tubbo was just happily holding the straps of his backpack; that contained his Barbie, pacis, snacks, and any other thing the caregiver duo thought the kids might need.

tubbo chose a sprite and some popcorn up at the concessions while tommy chose sour airhead strips and he had a sippy with milk in tubbos backpack.
the caregivers decided to share some popcorn between themselves.

Philza got coke while technoblade just got some water.

"Excited for the movie boys?"

Phil asked quietly as he helped Tom get comfortable in his seat with his red and white checkered blanket a crème colored rabbit.

" 'cited!'' Tubbo whisper shouted while tommy just nodded happily

Techno kissed tubbos temple and ran his hand through the boys hair.
eventually, the lights started to dim and peoples talking ceased.

"Movie time?" Tommy asked happily.
"Mhm,. movie time, piglet." Techno replied as he helped tubbo get his headphones on

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"Why's Barbies sad?"
"'S pink!"
"uhm how they gonna go real world?"
" 's not mojo house!"
"Why she sad?.."
"Why sad?"
"why?"
Tubbo eventually quieted down and sat still, his hand in his lap.
he felt icky. How could he describe it? He didn't know how to say it.
he had a heavy feeling.

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" 't was super cool papa!! I likeded the horsies and the cawrs an-"
tommy babbled and rambled as he was buckled in the back.

Tubbo buckled himself in, going on his phone for a while to scroll through something, anything, to keep himself distracted.
he still had the heavy sad feeling.

"Tub? What'd you think of the movie kiddo?"

Tubbo looked up, being brought back to reality.
"Oh- yup! Was pretty good Phil. I liked the lady speech" He said non-convincingly
"Oh? good to hear Toby."
Philza reached back and ruffled the now big, boys hair. He had a feeling something was off

but he'd bring it up once they arrived home

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"Bud?"
Philza caught tubbo in the hallway on the way to his room .
Tubbo turned his head to the voice

"you alright?"
tubbos bottom lip trembled slightly
"Yeah, just d - didn't like the movie a whole lot"

Tubbos voice cracked at 'didnt' and he raised a hand to cover his mouth. his eye brows burrowed together as tears threatened to leave his eyes.

Philza immediately rushed to the boys side, ushering him into his bedroom
"Oh why? what about it upset you"
"I just-" pause.
"It just made me feel so sad because Barbie was sad because Ken wasn't nice"

His voice shook and stuttered as he spoke, tears now rapidly cascading down his cheeks and onto his lap.

He could feel himself slipping but he didn't know if he'd be able to articulate his feelings correctly if he did.

"I uhm-"
"it just-"
Tubbo struggled.
Philza rubbed the boys back soothingly, holding his hand lovingly.

"The movie made you sad? What was sad about it honey."
Phil asked, trying to help the boy process his big boy feelings.

"I sad that woman treated like that"

tubbo wiped his tears as he sniffled sadly.
He knows women were treated poorly at times, as he was afab; but he hated being reminded of it.

Especially when he just wanted to see a Barbie movie!

" oh.. Baby."

phil pulled the boy into his lap, holding him gently.

"I should've known it could be upsetting for a little one. I'm so sorry, kid."

"'S okay dada. 'ou din know."

"I know baby. I know."
Philza repeatedly kissed the boys temples.

"Do you wanna go get some chocolate milk and maybe watch some bluey?"

Tubbo nodded gently, latching his arms around philz neck as he was lifted and taken down to the kitchen.

he sat the brunette on the kitchen counter as he took the plastic milk jug from the fridge

"age?"
Philza asked and was answered by the boy holding up 4 fingers

Philza nodded and then proceeded to put the milk into a Dora sippy cup before giving the little the cup

Tubbo reached up and phil took him into his arms, placing him on the couch as he plopped next to the little boy.
"Booey?"

philza nodded and started to flip through the tv channels for the boys favorite dog show.
But by the time he looked back, the sleepy boy was asleep, the sippy cup finished and slipping from his grasp.

"night night , sweet boy." Philza kissed his boys head lovingly.