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Slipping On Stream (Little!Tommy, CG!Dream)

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!!warning for crying n upset, yelling n some mean stuff :(!!

Setting: IRL
Summary: During a lore stream, Tommy starts slipping but Dream doesn't notice til too late.

i'm sorry tommy, i should probably stop traumatizing you

...mmm nah
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"Tommy."

"...Dream."

Tommy bit his lip, the cracked skin peeling off as he scraped his teeth over it. He'd read the script for today, he knew what was coming, but he certainly ready. He could barely take the normal days; the moment his camera turned off, he was laying in bed with a paci and his stuffed cow, Henry, tears streaking his cheeks. Big Tommy knew that Dream didn't mean what he said, but Little Tommy didn't. He just knew that the man was a meanie, and the little didn't like it. Not one bit.

"What is this, Tommy?" Dream kept his voice dangerously low, feigning anger. Tommy knew better - the script told him so, and he had it printed out next to him - and he resisted the urge to stick his thumb in his mouth for comfort. Instead, he just drummed his fingers on the desk and avoiding looking at his camera.

"'S just some stuff I got," Tommy muttered, continuing to chew on his bottom lip nervously. His chat became to comment on his nervous fidgeting, but he just ignored them. It'll be fine, I can take it. "Look, Dream-"

"I don't want to hear it, Tommy!" Dream exclaimed, nearly getting a flinch from the blond teen. He didn't notice, though, so the American just continued his planned speech. "I thought I told you last time that I didn't want you hiding things from me, and look what you went and did!"

A shaky breath entered and left Tommy's nose, and he forced his hands to be steady as he replied meekly; "'m sow- s-sorry, Dream, but pl-please don't blow up evewy- everything again."

Tommy cursed himself silently, praying that Dream wouldn't notice how fast he was slipping. Fortunately (or maybe unfortunately?) for him, the other either didn't notice or just wasn't going to point it out, instead opting to continue expressing his supposed anger in the teen.

"You're such a selfish-" it's just rp "stupid-" he doesn't mean it "disrespectful-" you can't get upset "brat!"

Tommy's lip finally split from him biting it, the metallic taste of blood rolling over his tongue. And, despite his best efforts, a tiny whimper slipped from Tommy's lips. Both from the pain of his lip, and the pain of the words his friend spat at him. Small tears - barely pinpricks, really - began to form in his blue eyes, but still quickly pointed out by his chat. Most asked what was wrong, but some mocked for crying "like a child." Still, Dream didn't stop.

"I'm the only one who gives a fuck about you, Tommy, but you keep disobeying me like a spoiled child," the American spat, hitting Tommy's character in-game. Tommy didn't hit back - didn't even move - but rather chewed on his fingers anxiously, smearing saliva and blood the digits. He couldn't take it anymore, couldn't hold off his fuzzy, slipping brain any longer.

Although the teething soothed him a bit, the tears still continued to cloud his ocean eyes, teetering on the edge of staining his cheeks. A few sniffles was all it took for them to spill over, flushing his cheeks pink and soaking his light blue hoodie collar with tears. Little sobs and hiccups rolled from his lips, too, finally bringing Dream's attention to his state of distress.

"Tommy," he called, frowning when Tommy didn't respond. "Tommy? Are you okay over there?"

"'m-m sowwy, Dweam!" The regressed teen cried, surprising Dream quite a bit. He thought it was just acting, just a bit for the stream; this isn't acting.

"Don't be sorry, Tommy, it's just for the stream," Dream assured him, making sure to keep his voice gentle and calm. "Can you shut your stream down for me? The hotkey should be M." (a/n: look idk how streaming work pls just work with me here)

"O-Otay," Tommy agreed, searching over his keyboard with his tongue sticking out a bit as he did. For a moment, his webcam went out, but when he returned he had his red paci in his mouth and Henry in his lap. Dream smiled at the sweet scene before him.

"Hey bud," he said softly, "are you okay now?"

"Mhm, I's otay!" Tommy giggled, words slightly muffled by the pacifier between his lips. "I's a big boy, 'm alweady dis manys!"

The blond held up three fingers, a proud smile playing on his lips, and Dream cooed; "Well, you really are a big boy, aren't you?"

Tommy giggled again, wiping away the last the tears on his cheeks. He then frowned, poking at his screen and fussing over something Dream couldn't discern. When nothing happened (for obvious reasons), he whined and kicked his legs.

"Why can't see you, Dweamie?"

Nervousness began to rise in Dream, but he took a deep breath and steeled his nerves. Tommy was such a sweet boy when regressed, it's not like he'd make fun of Dream's appearance now of all times. Suddenly, he appeared on the screen, making Tommy babble and clap happily. A small smile split across Dream's tan, freckled face.

If Tommy accepts me, that's good enough for now.
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didn't really know how to end this one but it's ok

Dream and Tommy have such a kind irl friendship i love it

next chapter is a bit shorter, just some little tommy n ranboo fluff :>

(934 words)
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