11:28pm

I'm doing a lot of OneShots with Thomas having a son I knOW DON'T JUDGE ME

Au
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Owen sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, tapping away on the keyboard attached to his computer. He was currently doing homework in the living room with his dad and all of his dads friends sitting on the couch - originally they were working on a video but Owen could hear from their conversations they have given up for the night and resorted to just conversing as friends. Owen didn't blame them.

However, Owen wasn't in a good place at the moment.

During his day in school, he was given quite a hard time from a few teachers, for things either minuscule or that didn't matter. It agitated him at the time, yes, but he managed to get over it, for teachers always found small things to pick on students with. Next thing to happen, though, was one of Owen's supposed 'friends' don't actually accept the fact he's trans (something only his friends know - not even his dad knows), and talks harshly about him behind his back.

He didn't want to believe it at first, but after his friends showed him video evidence, it upset him immensely, but he didn't show it, he didn't like making people worried. Now that was on his mind, however, whenever someone used his dead name, or called him by his wrong pronouns, it alerted bright in his mind and he focused on it for way too long - he hates it, and tensed further and further, every single time 'Aliya' was called out to him.

He knows he couldn't blame them, and he doesn't, but it still hurt him inside.

With a bad day of school on his shoulders, when he arrived home the last thing he needed was for his dad to have his friends over. They were nice people and Owen adored them all, but he needed some alone time, he just wanted to be able to relax on the couch and watch cartoons due to the fact his room was being renovated and he couldn't use it.

Owen wondered what was the point of Thomas getting an office if he wasn't going to use it!

And, last but not least, he homework. It was a stupid essay for a stupid lesson and every time he wrote a sentence he deleted it and started it again, nothing he wrote ever being satisfactory. He could feel his self control diminishing - he really didn't want to make his anger obvious in front of Thomas and his friends, but the more his body tensed, hands clenched and eyes narrowed, he didn't think he could hold it back anymore.

It all came crashing on him like a wave - the teachers, the students, his 'friend', this homework, Thomas friends, all of it! Hitting against him repeatedly, over and over, and he just needed a single thing to tip him over the edge.

"Aliya!"

There it was.

Owen whipped his head to Thomas, "what?" He growled, making Thomas recall back slightly, his friends turning to look at the fifteen year old boy in shock. "What, dad? What do you want?" He demanded icily, unable to stop himself, he desperately wanted to, and regretted every word he spoke, but he couldn't, physically nothing could stop him from his reaction.

"Aliya, that's no way to talk to me-"

At this, Owen groaned, slamming close his laptop and arising from the floor. "Oh my god" he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair for it to get caught in a knot, which made him yank his hair in frustration and cry out again, pacing ground beside the staircase in fury.

"Aliya, calm down-"

Owen looked up at Thomas with flames in his eyes, "calm down!?" He repeated, loud and furious, "don't you dare try and tell me to calm down!" He responded, "and STOP calling me Aliya! Have you ever wondered for a fucking moment why my friends all call me Owen!? I'm a boy, dad, I'm a boy! Stop misgendering me for fucks sake!" His raising voice filled up the entire house, Thomas's friends all glanced each other, wondering if they should leave or try and help.

Owen did feel bad, Thomas would call him Owen and never call him Aliya again if he just asked, he wasn't purposely misgendering him, but it was all pouring over the edge faster than Owen could control, and it scared him. So much so tears welled up in his eyes.

"I can't calm down, dad, newsflash, I've had a horrible fucking day! The teachers wouldn't leave me the fuck alone, my 'friend' is apparently transphobic and hates me, and when I arrive home I hoped to relax but no!" He threw his arm up in the direction of his friends, "I have to be stuck with your conversations for the entire evening! Because my room is practically unliveable at the moment! You have damn office, use it for fucks sake!" Owen began his pacing again like a wild animal in a cage, yanking his hair as he groaned and yelled, every so often slamming his foot onto the ground, tears finally spilling down his cheeks.

Thomas was frozen, so were his friends, none had no idea what to do - Owen had never acted like this before.

Owen finally stopped moving for a moment, covering his face with his hands. He thought it was over - he thought he was done, but one last, burning red sensation traveled through his body, and he needed to break something, anything. He marched into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and smashed it against the ground, screaming and collapsing to the ground as he did, shaking, crying, clenching his scalp.

He felt two arms worm around him and comfort him softly, holding him tight and rocking back and forth. He heard a voice - Thomas's voice - whispering reassurance into his ear.

The anger he felt pelt up diminished with his actions, and what was left was a hollow sadness that nestled deep in his heart, forcing him to cry, cry without being able to stop.

"Stand up, Kiddo, come on" Thomas murmured and helped Owen stand up, leading him to the living room that was empty of Thomas's friends - after Owen collapsed into the kitchen and Thomas went to his side, they all decided it was best they leave so the father and son could deal with this themselves.

Sitting Owen on the couch, Thomas curled a blanket around him and allowed them to calm down while he returned to the kitchen and cleaned up the glass. Owen's tears eventually stopped, and his sobs turned into pitiful sniffles and hiccups. The more he thought about what just happened, the more the guilt tears him up inside, leaving him whimpering and holding the blanket closest to his body.

He looked up when he felt the space before him dip, and Thomas's concerned eyes met his. "Da-ad" Owen's voice cracked, reaching out to the man who pulled him onto his lap and cradled him close. "I'm-I'm sorry" and Owen's tears started up again, fat, rolling down his cheeks heavily. "I'm so sorry, I didn't-I'm sorry" he continued, but Thomas merely hushed him and played with his hair, calming him down enough so he could talk without a hitched breath.

Owen slowly sat up, not daring to meet his dads gaze. "I'm sorry" he repeated, voice a whisper. "I-I didn't mean to shout, I was really angry and-and it wasn't your fault and I'm sorry I swore—please, please don't be mad" Owen begged, sniffling, his face was hot and flushed pink.

Thomas gently cupped Owen's cheek and lifted his head, Owen relaxed when he saw no anger in his worried eyes. "Owen, huh?"

Owen shrunk into himself a little, nodding his head, embarrassed. "I'm-I'm probably too young to know yet though I-I-"

"You're never too young to start experimenting" Thomas cut him off, his voice a gentle murmur. "If you feel comfortable as a boy - then you are a boy until you, and only you, say otherwise" Thomas brushed his hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear.

"I'll love you either say, son, daughter, neither, both" he smiled, brushing his thumb down the side of his cheek when Owen managed a shaky smile, too.

"You're-you're not mad?"

Thomas shook his head, loosely resting his arms around Owen's waist. "I'm not mad, I was scared, I didn't know what to say" he admitted, "but I'm happy you released your anger. In the future you need to find healthier ways to do it, though, not just bottling it up" Owen nodded in understanding, slowly leaning against Thomas again and slotting his head in the crook of his neck.

"What happened in school?" Thomas asked, running his fingers gently up and down Owen's arm. The boy sniffled.

"Th-the teachers kept bugging me over small things, and-and it uh-it annoyed me, I guess, and my-my friend was transphobic behind my back...which hurt..." he explained, voice low and quiet. Thomas nodded and held him tighter, "I'll have a word with your principle tomorrow" Thomas reassured, "and drop that friend immediately, whoever they are aren't worth your time" Owen nodded in agreement, "I will, I promise"

"Keep going" Thomas urged, Owen did so.

"Wh-when I arrived home, I-I wanted to relax, y'know? Because it was a bad day, but-but then I saw your friends and felt more annoyed, which was unfair of me, but I-I didn't want to say anything so left it..." Thomas shifted Owen slightly to become more comfortable, turning his head to kiss the crown of his son's. "It's not unfair of you - you live here, too, and I should've asked you beforehand. I'm sorry, Owen"

Owen couldn't help but feel elated whenever Thomas would use his real name.

"It's fine, really, it's okay" Owen responded, nuzzling further into his dad who chuckled lightly.

"I love you, Owen"

He sniffled, "I love you too, dad"

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12:10am