Binkies and Superpowers - An Sbi Story

Chapter 2- You're my Sunshine, suck it up.

Wilbur POV

My eyes flutter open, and I sit there for a moment wondering what woke me up. Then I feel it, Tommy shifts on my chest. 'Shift' is the wrong word; he completely flops around, landing on his side. Going to wake him up I notice something. His pacifier had fallen out of his mouth. After a quick scan of the room, I see it on the ground. Grabbing it I move to wake him up. Running my fingers through his hair he starts mumbling something. Listening close I finally catch it.

"...Fuck off I'm sleeping..." His voice is weighted down with sleep, and his body is evidently drenched with grogginess. Moving on to rubbing his back he shoots up putting both hands on my chest for balance. "Wah! Wib'ur wha' ta hell?" He draws his words out sleepily. Rubbing his eyes he asks me for the time. I pull up the time on my phone and show him, 8:47. Tommy groans and drops his head onto my chest knocking the air out of me. He watches as I gasp for air like a fish and he cackles. Between the chuckles, the gremlin bleats out "where's everyone else?"

"We're in the kitchen mate!" Phil shouts out, "wanna come join us? 'M making eggs." His voice carries a certain pep to it that I despise. Before I can take a jab at the old man though Tommy flings himself off my chest running to the small kitchen.

When I get out to the kitchen I set down the pacifier I've had in my hand since I grabbed it. Taking a breath I say what I've been thinking all morning;

"Are we going to do anything about what happened last night?" Phil and Techno move to look at Tommy as the younger male deflates. Trying to comfort him I add quickly "It's fine mate I just think we need to talk about it." In response, Tommy starts to take a few shaky breaths.

Techno speaks up this time, his monotone voice carrying an uncharacteristic softness "Hey gremlin, we aren't judging you. We're not trying to choose for you. We're asking what you want." He emphasized his final words by knocking on the table. Tommy looks between all of us, his face painted with a mix of relief and horror.

"I looked into it some," Phil says softly "age regression I mean." He takes a shaky breath and looks at Tommy "do you have a caregiver?" Tommy looks like he wants to faint but he shakes his head. Phil walks up to the young blonde and gently grabs his shoulders. "I don't know about Wil or Techno but I'll be willing to be your caregiver."

Techno clears his throat looks at me, looks back a Phil "What the hell is a caregiver?!" He threw his hands around wildly as he asked.  Tommy gave a pleading look to Phil and the eldest man looks at Techno.

"A caregiver is like an older sibling or a parent to-" he motions to Tommy "- a little."

"I'm down." Both me and Techno chime in. Tommy gives a watery smile to no one in particular as Phil rubs circles on his back.

"Thank you guys, seriously I was so nervous you would hate me." Tommy's voice cracks from the heavy emotions lacing his vocal cords. Phil brings him in for a hug and motions for us to join. After we all group together Phil summons his wings covering all of us in a warm layer of fluff.

"And could be worse, you could do drugs" Techno added dryly.

"Big man I do drugs alllllll the time" Tommy adds, a weak chuckle accompanying it.

Phil pulls out of the hug and claps his hands; "let's eat breakfast!"

Techno POV

It's around 1:00 and Tommy and I have been on patrol for a few hours. We hadn't got anything done, been pretty tame but then we both look up when an explosion sounds off. We both run in the direction, finding a single figure standing in the middle of the rubble.

Tommy in his ever impatient nature runs up to the thug and throws a left hook. The bulky figure smoothly dodges and points his palm at Tommy's back. His palm had a soft white glow to it, and then the worst happens. A white orb hits Tommy on the back and he gets flung, a small explosion occurring on contact.

A snarl builds up in my throat, growing to a growl in the air.

The man looks at me, he has a square mask hiding his face. Well until he took it off. His face held a mix of green with black and red eyes, his mouth having a natural frown.

"What's wrong bacon-boy?" He mocks, a venom I've never heard before saturates the air with his words. I glare at him as hissing reverberates throughout the clearing. My glare finally sinks in and he sighs "I have the same goal as you!" Screw that noise.

I let out a guttural shout and sprint towards him. A look of shock unfolds on his face as I easily shoulder multiple shots from his palms. He opens his mouth in an attempt to talk to me again, but I slam him to the ground. A deflating sound leaves his mouth as the man curled into himself. I run over to Tommy and lean down, "are you okay Tommy? Can you look at me?" Tommy looks up wincing as holds his side. "come on, are you okay?"

The blue-eyed boy mutters something I don't catch and before he can repeat himself a white orb flies over our heads. Turning to look where it came from I see the green-skinned man running off, too far out of range to get. If Phil was here we could get him but I couldn't catch up with them even if tried. But before that can be a huge problem in my world I hear soft cries coming from Tommy. Looking over to him he sees me making grabby hands in my direction. Scooping him up in my arms he hid his face in the crook of my neck.

After an hour of walking home we arrive home, Phil and Wilbur grab Tommy and start fussing over his injuries. I go upstairs to get changed and when I come back downstairs Tommy is getting his wounds checked. The little one was distracting himself by fiddling with Wilburs hands while talking about cows. The blonde sees me come downstairs and makes a squealing noise and throws his arms out in my direction. Phil smiles and shakes his head.

"His wounds are all dressed so you can take him." Tommy claps in response to Phil saying that and when I pick him up he pulls on my ears that are currently in pig form. At least the kids' happy. While I would've been fine with being his fidget toy all night but I hear a low grumble from The little's stomach.

"Are you hungry... kiddo... sunshine-" when the second nickname left my mouth a small Tommy whined, "do you not like the name sunshine?" When the pet name is uttered for the second time the regressor blushed, let go of my ears, and hid his face in my chest. "Why don't you like that pet name little Theseus?" all he does is mumble something I don't quite catch but I do hear him say something about 'too small'. I lean back slightly to look at his face so I can talk to him more directly, "does it make you feel too small?" I try to say with gentleness.  In response, he nuzzles back into my chest and nods. I then remember that Tommy is hungry so I go to the kitchen to get some food for him, only to hear soft snores come from him. I take him to his room and tuck him in. the last thing I see before I leave the room is Tommy smiling, he is my sunshine.
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I'm sorry this isn't the greatest, but I have a question. I'm gonna be expanding on three more points though and the order doesn't matter so I wanna know what you guys wanna see, here are the options.

1. Little Tommy and his CGs

2. A new hero

3. The new villain

Just say what you want and that will be the focus of the next few chapters <3