little! c! tommy w/ hc’s.
notes; hello! I’ve been wanting to do this for a while so I thought I’d finally share my thoughts! I hope you all enjoy! And I sadly don’t know who drew the fanart but once I do I will credit them!
paci credit; fluffypawstudio on ig.
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Just some warnings for the hc’s; mentions of meltdowns, being embarrassed of agere/not comfortable, and techno is mentioned.
hc’s under the cut!
- he first realized he regressed after his exile. After everything was done and he could relax a bit, he found himself slowly slipping when things got to hard and into a state he didn’t know he could go into. Yet he wasn’t complaining.
- he found out what it was from ghost boo, since ranboo used to do it all the time as well. (Hint to next post-). So after he found out what it was, he looked more into it.
- he figured it was from everything he’s been through since L’manberg. His trauma from it all, his deaths, dreams control, the betrayal of everyone. It all made sense. He still found it scary. He was scared of people knowing about this, scared what they might think. Scared of his own mind and that his life has been so bad he resorts to a little mindset to feel slightly better. It was scary and embarrassing in his eyes. He realized he couldn’t be the big man he wanted to be.
- after a while he came to terms with it. He started to feel more comfortable when he did and the thought didn’t make him so insecure when he thought about it. He was ok with it and if it helped him, it helped him. Everyone he told was supportive about it, and he felt accepted.
- his little age is 2-5 and he likes teethers. Not a huge fan of pacis but if someone gifts him one he will gladly wear it. But does prefer teethers.
- has a blue sippy with cows on it that Niki made him. He loves it so much!
-Tom talks! He is a little talker. He babbles and laughs all the time. He’s super energetic and happy when little and just so fun to watch over.
- loves watching cartoons and playing small games. Calms him down and makes him sleepy sometimes. He will color but not all the time.
- he doesn’t have a full time cg, so Phil, tech and Wil (pretend he’s sane) take turns watching him and being his cg!
- loves music! Lord he loves it!
- cuddles are a must with him. When he’s little, he’s little and needs cuddles.
- when toms a bit older in his little age like 4-5, he climbs trees! Makes Phil scared sometimes but he comes back just as ok he was when he went up. He just likes being up there and playing pretend.
-when Tom regresses from something bad triggering him, he usually has a breakdown and wants comfort and love. To know that nothing will happen to him again as long as he has his cg.
- wil always asks to take care of him as his brother. He thinks it’s a good way to get his trust back and be there for his baby brother when needed.
- lastly! Tom loves playing with friends! If anyone else regresses in the smp, he will have play dates with them!
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Buck doesn't know how long they sit there in that café just talking. He's never had that before. The last time he'd done this, sat across from Natalia in the midday sun, he'd been excruciatingly aware of every passing minute as he tried to be fascinating to her, spun yarns of deaths and near-deaths and deathly comas. Here, now, Buck just exists and that seems to be more than enough for Tommy.
Tommy who hangs on his every word like Buck is the next Shakespeare even as he's rambling about rainbow emojis and allyship. Tommy whose smile is so big and wide that it carves the most beautiful caverns into his face that Buck kind of wants to live in. Tommy who grimaces every time he sips the coffee Buck bought him but dutifully drinks the whole thing over the course of their date even when Buck tells him he doesn't have to. Tommy who keeps muffling yawns into his fist every five minutes having just gotten off a twenty-four hour shift like he'd stay in that uncomfortable metal seat forever if he could.
It's the best second date of his life, so when Buck tells him to go home and get some sleep, he doesn't resist the urge to prolong the date for the few moments it takes him to walk Tommy to his car. With anyone else, so soon into whatever this might turn out to be, Buck would worry that it's too much too soon. But Tommy has been so loud in his affection even with how gentle he's made sure to stay. Buck wants to be as free in his wanting as Tommy as is, so he reaches out and slips his fingers between Tommy's, damn near euphoric when they begin to swing between them as they walk.
It takes a moment to drag his eyes up to Tommy's face, caught up in the feeling of a hand in his. It's not the first time he's held a hand, far from it. Not even the first time he's held a man's hand. But this isn't Eddie letting him squeeze his fingers as he screams in pain. This isn't Taylor indulging him every now and then. This is Tommy smiling softly down at their hands like he's as mesmerised by it as Buck is, the tips of his ears growing pink and sending a giddy thrill of satisfaction through him.
"Can I ask you something?" Tommy says, giving Buck's hand a happy little squeeze.
"Don't think there's a limit on second date questions," Buck replies.
"Evan." And, Jesus, there's something about the way Tommy says his name. Even when it's that chiding little tone that should remind him of his parents, all he feels is an overwhelming warmth, all he can hear is fondness.
"Of course you can." Buck grins and watches Tommy's smile crinkle his face all over again like he just can't help it.
"Why'd you choose that abomination of a coffee for me?" And Buck groans just to hear Tommy laugh. "Really? What even was that?"
"Black coffee four sugars," Buck mumbles, kicking a stone across the sidewalk sheepishly.
"Jesus, Evan." Tommy's laugh is something special, loud and unrestrained and the sound of sunshine maybe. "Why?"
"I-I don't know, I panicked!" Buck doesn't realise he's drifting away from Tommy until the man pulls him back in by their joined hands, and Buck lets the bump of their shoulders calm him. "Just thought, you know..." Buck turns towards Tommy's car, but Tommy drags him gently towards the Jeep, leaning against the door when they reach it.
"You just thought..."
"I don't know." He shrugs, heat rising to his cheeks under the weight of Tommy's bright-eyed attention, lowers his voice all the way. "It reminded me of you."
"What was that?" Tommy grins, using the excuse to move in a little closer.
"It reminded me of you," Buck repeats, clearer this time, more confident. "You know, bit foreboding on the outside, but all sweet on the inside."
"Christ, you really are adorable," Tommy breathes, sounding as effected as Buck feels.
A kaleidoscope of butterflies swarms in his stomach, delightfully unfamiliar to him but already intoxicating, almost addicting.
It's not two men stood on a busy sidewalk in the middle of the day then. It's just Buck and someone he really fucking likes, someone he hasn't been able to stop thinking about for a week, someone he's only kissed once somehow. And suddenly that's a fact that absolutely should be rectified.
Buck steps forward, leaning up just ever so slightly on his toes, and kisses Tommy right there in the middle of LA. And it just feels right. Overwhelming in the best of ways. It's a quick press of lips, something more suited to the schoolboy he feels than the very adult man he is, not the kiss he wants but the kiss they both need. Chaste and lovely. A hello again. A beginning.
Tommy's free hand ghosts against his jaw, a flutter of a touch as Buck falls back onto his heels and takes a breath. It takes Tommy a few moments to open his eyes which means Buck gets to watch them flutter open, dazed and delighted.
"Get some sleep, Tommy," Buck tells him, finally letting go of his hand with a squeeze. "Text me when you wake up."
"Yessir," Tommy murmurs.
And Buck can't resist another kiss then, just as quick and chaste, anything else dangerous to Buck's self-restraint, before he unlocks the Jeep and climbs in. Tommy waves him off, and Buck glances back just in time to see Tommy's hand falling down to his lips as if to chase Buck's touch.
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How else has Steve used crying on demand for evil?
Eddie, shouting: Stevie, C’mere! The people want to know what evil you use your crying powers for
Steve: Uh…when I was a kid, my parents-
Eddie, immediately regretting asking if its going to bring up his parents: Oh god
Steve: So like my parents always wanted us to be perfect when we were out in public. Especially at benefits for the mayor and
Steve, tearing up: If your eyes get a little watery
Steve, lip wobbling: And you do that I’m-about-to-cry thing with your bottom lip
Steve, voice cracking: And your voice breaks just a little when you talk
Steve, going back to not looking like he’s about to cry: You get the big slice of chocolate cake with chocolate icing that you wanted and no one complains about it being messy until after you get home.
Eddie: That’s not using your powers for evil. That’s getting one over on people that suck. That’s a good thing.
Steve: One time I was mad at Tommy so I went to his house when he wasn’t there and bawled my eyes out to his mom and said he was being mean to me even though he wasn’t, and then he couldn’t go on the end of year field trip in sixth grade.
Steve: I had my first kiss on that trip
Eddie: With who?
Steve:
Steve: His wife
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okay but... yeah Tommy is out and proud and confident and all that, but also... he is taking a chance on this person who is basically still sitting in the closet and is still in the process of wrapping his head around the idea of liking men in the first place and he just... sits there, patient and kind, clearly not expecting anything more than what he's already getting and is just there for support.
idk man, I just wish all queer people had someone like that as a first experience.
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