He thought he was done. This was over. His parents were gone. For now, at least. He was staying with Phil, getting back into the rhythm of streaming almost daily, almost weekly vlogs - he was happy again. He got away from them. But there are things that stay with you - and they never go away. That's something Tommy learnt the hard way.
He'd filmed a vlog with Tubbo and Ranboo - We Got Stranded In The Ocean... - and while he and Ranboo had been doing an as per usual over-the-top bit in which the American drowned the other - it's not a true Tom Simons vlog without a near death experience - he'd accidentally pulled Tommy's hair with the exact force and grip his father used to.
He really thought he was done. This was over. His parents were gone. Maybe he was wrong.
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Techno knocks softly on the white wood of Tommy's bathroom door. "Tommy? Are you in there? Wilbur's ordered pizza."
"Fuck. Uh, yep. Come in. Um, hi... Techno..." Tommy sighs, choppy, messy hair falling over his eyes. "I think I fucked up. It was getting long, so I... it was getting long."
"Tommy-" Techno sighs, walks forward, and takes the scissors off the sink. "Yeah, it was getting a bit long. I liked it on you, though. May I?"
Tommy nods and the man gently starts running his fingers through the former's uneven blond hair. "Y'know, I haven't gone to a hairdresser in years."
The teen laughs softly. "Yeah, I could kinda tell."
"No, really. I cut my own hair - about once every 2, 3 months? I do Will's and Phil's now too. I had a bad hairdresser 5 years ago and I said never again, he completely screwed me over."
Tommy gasps and spins around. "Can I dye your hair? Oh please, Techno. I'd be so good at it!"
"I guess my hair is getting a bit grown out... I was going to do it myself, but I guess-"
"Oh please... You'd look great!"
Laughing, Techno gives in. "Fine, fine. But the second it looks like you're screwing me over, you're out. Get it?"
"YES!"
"Okay, now turn around. You want me to fix this for you, don't you?"
"Sorry..."
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"Sorry! Sorry, sorry." Tommy laughs, his now considerably shorter and more even hair bouncing with his giggles.
"That hurts, man. Why do you have to pull my hair so hard?"
"I wouldn't have to pull your hair so hard if you would brush your hair, like ever."
"Ok, listen. I brush my hair. It's just long so it gets really knotty, ok?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure you do."
Techno turns to cynically squint at his friend. "Do you want to do my hair or not?"
"Hey- I have the power here. I could just bleach all your hair off, right now, if I wanted to. Be a bit nicer to me, please."
"Are you serious? You're kiddin' me. I'm gonna change my mind- This guy, he begs me, begs me to let him dye my hair, and then he threatens me with baldness. Yeah, no. This is definitely making me want to let you do my hair, absolutely."
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'i don't have anywhere else to go.' - a sleepy boys inc story
Fanfiction"Tommy? What- it's 2 in the morning-" Phil is shaken from his half awake daze at the sight of Tommy, on his doorstep, looking like he's been through hell and back. "Hi. I-I don't have anywhere else to go. Can I stay-" Phil interrupts him with a soft...
