tommy agere/petre one shots!! :D

Take better care of yourself // CG!Techno Little!Tommy

TW(s): ED mentions
Tommy: 1-3
Others: None
Nicknames for Tommy: Prince, bud/buddy, kiddo
Nicknames for CG: Buba

Tommy hadn't been doing so well recently, he had been staying with Techno after running away from his exile. Techno started to notice a pattern in him however, he tended not to take care of himself or the bare minimum unless he was taken care of when he was regressed.

And so Techno decided that Tommy was regressing today whether he wanted to or not. He desperately needed to get food in his system, it had been almost a week since he had a proper meal.

Techno walked into the living room and saw Tommy near asleep on the couch, he hadn't slept properly and since he wasn't giving his body proper nutrients that just made it worse. "Toms? You awake?" Techno asked. "Hm-? 'M awake- sorry" Tommy replied.

"This kid.." Techno thought. "Hey Toms I'm gonna need some help with laundry, cmon." Techno said, holding a hand out to help the boy up. Tommy took Techno's hand and got up. "What all do you have to wash?" Tommy asked. "Blankets and the giant pile of your clothes, plus a few of mine." Techno answered.

"You wanna help put everything in baskets? I'll carry them" Techno asked the boy. "Yeah sure!" Tommy replied, the first stop was Tommy's piles of dirty clothes. Techno sat down a basket and watched Tommy put it all in the basket. He tried to pick it up but nearly fell over.

"And this is why I said I'd carry it." Techno said. Tommy noticed how his voice didn't sound salty or mean and was a bit suspicious but left it be as he was too tired to put in the effort, probably his fault.

The two gathered the rest of the clothes and headed to the laundry room. "You wanna help put the clothes in kiddo?" Techno asked, using one of the nicknames he used when Tommy was regressed. Although it was a general nickname someone could use so it wasn't too suspicious.

"Okay!" Tommy said happily. It seemed like he might slip soon. Techno watched Tommy put the stuff in the washer and occasionally helped him. After they finished putting clothes in they set the washer and walked back to the living room.

"Oh by the way can you grab me your little gear? I'm gonna wash it off" Tommy looked suspicious because Techno had never done that before, but it was probably good to wash them off. He grabbed the box and handed it to Techno who "accidentally" dropped it.

"Oh fuck can you pick that up for me?" Techno asked, which Tommy complied, starting to pick it up. He handed Techno the things that would need washed, the sippy cup, the bottle, and the paci (with hesitation)

Techno noticed the hesitation on giving his pacifier, and smiled in his head. "If you don't want to hand it over we can wash it some other time?" Techno suggested, handing it back, which Tommy took and kept it close.

Techno smiled and took the things to the sink, washing them off. The heater wasn't working properly at the moment and Techno didn't want to light the fire due to it being triggering to Tommy, so Tommy was quite cold.

Techno finished washing the few things off and put them in the drying rack and walked back over to Tommy. "Cold?" He asked, earning a nod from the boy. "I'll get you a blanket then, stay here bud." Techno said.

Tommy's head felt a little fuzzy at the nickname but pushed it back the best he could. Techno eventually came back with a pastel pink blanket that just barely fit Tommy. It was an older blanket of his.

Tommy felt the material and smiled softly, it was a soft cotton, and it was easy on his eyes. He started to feel even more fuzzy but pushed it back once again. He was doing quite well at keeping the regression at bay, that is until Techno say down next to him and wrapped his arm around Tommy's shoulder.

Tommy tried his best to fight it off, fiddling with the paci in his hands and glancing down at it ever so often. He started to mumble to himself, earning a glance from Techno. It was a higher pitched voice.

"Tommy, buddy, you good?" Techno asked, knowing exactly what was going on. Tommy finally couldn't fight back anymore and babbled to Techno.
"am lil" Tommy said softly, most times this meant he was 1-3. "Awe is the prince a baby?" Techno cooed.

Tommy nodded his head and laid his head on Techno's shoulder. Techno chuckled and pulled Tommy into a hug. Tommy giggled softly. "Hey bud can you try and tell me how old you think you are?"

Tommy tried to speak coherently but failed, and held up two fingers. Then three, and then two again, and then he looked at his hand. "So 2-3? Such a tiny prince, aren't you?" Techno smiled.

Tommy smiled and put the paci in his mouth, suckling on it. "You want a snack? I have a few bananas, those are nice and soft." Techno suggested, earning a nod from Tommy. Techno tried to get up but was pulled back down by Tommy.

"Buddy I gotta get you food, unless you want me to pick you up." Tommy perked up at that thought. Techno noticed and chuckled, picking the boy up. He was quite light for his height. Then again he was quite malnourished due to having an ED.

Techno walked over to the kitchen holding Tommy in his one arm. He grabbed a banana and Tommy reached for it, with Techno handing it to him.

Techno had already peeled it for him to make it easier and so Tommy happily chewed on it with small bites. Tommy then started to use ASL. Techno didn't know much but had been relearning since Tommy used it when he was regressed and/or non-verbal.

"B-U-B-A" Tommy signed. "Buba? Are you talking about me?" Techno asked, and Tommy nodded his head. Techno froze for a minute and smiled softly at Tommy. "Awe bubs.." Techno smiled. He didn't really know how to react but it felt like his heart has just melted.

Tommy smiled and giggled at him. Techno chuckled, sitting down on the couch and leaving Tommy sit in his lap.

A/N: small epilogue: tommy gets pissed at techno for making him regress but technos like "well then take better care of yourself" aka the title lmao