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Support - mtnb Tommy

Requested by TombeeInnit

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Characters:

Tommy - they/them

Tubbo - he/bee

Philza - he/him

Wilbur - he/him

Techno - he/him

Ranboo - he/they/it/end

Michael - he/pin/oink

TWs//: slight deadnaming, misgendering, !!censored trans and gay slurs!!, bullying, sexual harassment/abuse, panic attack, derealization, PTSD

I just can't help it. Angst is so fun

——— E N J O Y ———

Tommy wasn't one to follow the common-known gender roles. He wore bracelets, skirts, painted his nails, wore bows and clips in his hair. People would tend to make fun of him. They'd call him "f4ggot" or "tr4nny" or just simply mock him. But did he care? No. In fact, he didn't care if people called him "miss" because they hadn't seen his face. It didn't bother him. He had his friends. They weren't... the best, but they cared about Tommy's outfits less than the average person. He walked up to the friend group, and a couple of his friends cat-called him, and one slapped his ass as he walked up to them. Tommy internally cringed. But they were just joking around, it was fine.

  "Um... hey, can you not... do that?" Tommy asked, tugging self-consciously on the red and white striped skirt he was wearing at the moment.

  "Do what?" One of the guys, Jaden, asked incredulously.

  "Slap my... slap me?" 

Jaden and a couple of the others -Kale and Logan- laughed at him. Tommy stood awkwardly, uncomfortable, his skirt feeling wrong.

  "Come on, man, we were just joking around. Sit down, it's alright." Logan smirked. Tommy cleared his throat and sat down, pulling his skirt so his boxers wouldn't show as he sat on the floor. Tommy sighed. These were his friends. He'd known them since primary school. Why did it feel so wrong to be in the little circle on the floor?

  "Okay... well, today in choir I met this really nice guy named Toby! He's super cool and-" Kale cut him off.

  "Cool." He said, then went back to talking to the others. Tommy stared. Why do they not care? Tommy stood up and grabbed his stuff angrily.

  "Woah, where are you going?" Kaden asked.

  "Away, from all of you. I'm tired of this." Tommy said, avoiding eye contact.

  "Tired of what, you whore? Being treated like you should be?" Logan asked, standing up. Tommy stared in shock. What did he just say...? He stood about two inches taller than Tommy. Still enough to be intimidating. "You expected us to treat a f4ggot like you fairly?" He growled.

  "Hey, Logan..." Kaden said warily, trying to grab Logan's hand and pull him down.

  "Don't touch me, Kaden." Logan said coldly, snatching his hand away. Tommy felt tears prick at his eyes.

  "I'm not a f4g." Tommy's voice wavered.

  "Then you're one of those tr4nny kids, yeah? Well if you're a girl, you wouldn't mind if I..." Logan smirked and shoved Tommy against the wall, pinning his hands to his sides. The tears that were pricking at Tommy's eyes earlier now flowed freely, and Tommy let out a choked sob. "Aw, is the tr4nny gonna cry?" He mocked, then kneed Tommy hard in the crotch. The boy in question let out a cry of pain and bent over forward.