#bratpack babies

[ggigigoode]

bratpack are so 🥰🥵

[bratpak]

okay now i need to know who bridget’s brother is 👀

#෨.   ࣪  𑂴   BRIDGETT LEE: FAILED NEPO SIBLING.

Fans can't remember when Finn Lee mentioned his baby sister, Bridgett Lee. From once being a vocal supporter of Bratpack to not saying a word when they come back, fans are left to wonder: What happened to the Lee siblings?

"Can you guys ask about me or my group and not my brother? It's frustrating." No matter how kindly Bridgett asked the viewers on her live to stop asking about her brother, his fans would never take lightly to her being her own person. Since then, Finn's fans have had it out for Bridgett, besides the few who love her for being Finn's sister.

Finn, Finn, Finn. It's always about Finn.

A tragedy, really.

[rosenallies]

Would you want to do "there's no shame in crying, I promise" with bratpack?

Idk if anyone remembers this au but it was one of my most depressing aus and im in one of the most depressing eras of my life so far rn so here’s a little sick au <3

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“How are you feeling?” Gia fretted, pressing their hand to Synthia’s too warm cheek.

Tears gathered in Synthia’s eyes as he looked back and forth from Kendall to Gia, both of them staring down at him with concern in their tired eyes. It was a relief to finally get a diagnosis, but it was all still too fresh. Synthia had been sick for a while, and finally being able to put a label on it helped, but he could tell his partners struggled. That alone made him want to cry, on top of the immense pain he felt every day.

He swallowed it down, he would be okay for them, he had to be. He pretended not to hear it, but at night after they thought he’d fallen asleep, they’d hold each other on the balcony and cry to one another about how hard it was to see their partner so sick and in pain.

“There’s no shame in crying if it hurts, I promise,” Kendall said, stroking his cheek, “it’s okay, you just have to tell us.”

Synthia shook his head. “You say that and yet you both cry in private. You won’t cry in front of me.”

They both looked caught, looking to one another for support that the other couldn’t give.

“I know this is a lot,” Synthia said through tears that he finally began to let out, “if you want me to go to a treatment center I will do I’m out of your hair.”

“No, god, no,” Gia breathed, lacing their fingers with his bony ones, “you’re not going anywhere. It’s just-“ they paused, getting choked up, “I miss you, I know you’re right here but I miss my happy, smiley Synth, and it’s selfish but I do. We both do. And please don’t take this as me wanting you to put on a front for us, because we don’t want that.”

Gia’s confession hit Synthia in the stomach like a ton of bricks. “I miss that too but-“

Kendall was quick to sit beside him, taking his other hand. “We know, darling, you don’t feel good. You’re sick. You’re really sick and that’s okay, we’ll get through it.”

Synthia wanted to keep talking but his pain meds must’ve just kicked in because he suddenly felt like he’d fall asleep at any second, eyelids growing heavy. “I-okay.”

Sighing, Gia stood up. “Come on, baby, let’s get you to bed.”

“B-but we were talking,” Synthia slurred sleepily, having difficulty keeping his eyes open.

“We can talk in the morning,” Kendall replied, catching Synthia as he fell asleep against his chest.

[bbratpackk]

No other options . Fucking PICK

[moonshotsx]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

@bratpackbabies with a coffee to go on the way to one of the multiple jobs she’s girlbossing driving in a busy street, having successful smalltalk and also planning the next few months as we go meanwhile I’m on the other end of the FaceTime call waiting for my cereal to soak because I don’t like when food go crunch crunch was a harder callout than I expected tbh-

[estherterrestrial]

SLUMBURG, BRITISH COLUMBIA

[degofg]

This is what Tony had always imagined when she thought of Hell. Fire licking up her ankles and the overpowering scent of wood burning, even though she knows that it was fire and brimstone. Her face is raw and wet with blood. It pools below her body, soaks into her jacket and makes the blistering concrete beneath her sticky as it dries out under the intense and all consuming heat.

It’s eerie how quiet the aftermath of an explosion can be. Like all the life that had existed in the blast zone got sucked into its deafening crash and formed a shield around the rubble. The only sound is a low and steady ringing that seeps into Tony’s mind and sinks. Blood fills her eyes, and it hurts to force herself to breathe.

She can hear the sound of a blazing fire as her hearing fades back. Blinking away the red in her lashes, Tony can see, just barely, a black boot coming her way. It stops just in front of her nose. Rolling her eyes up the man’s body, she realizes that he is covered entirely in leather, from his shining boots to the grotesque mask on his face that’s held together by bulky stitches and ghastly craftsmanship.

“You’re alive,” he says, voice more static than real.

Tony tries to say something, but her jaw tightens and the only thing that she can do is stare back. Carefully, almost gingerly, he taps the toe of his boot against her shoulder. Pain shoots up her neck, and Tony lets out an embarrassingly pitiful whimper until he takes his foot away from her dislocated shoulder. He crouches down beside her.

“My apologies,” he says slowly, gently tucking a singed lock of hair behind her ear, “it was supposed to kill you.”

Tony manages to jerk her face away from his touch. He pulls his hand back and rests his arms on his knees and goes quiet for a moment. For a moment, Tony thinks that he’s going to let her go. But then his hand moves to the zipper on his mask, and he leans forward.

“I hope that you know that I don’t take any joy in this,” the man says. “Frankly, I believe in protecting children. Not killing them. But. Sometimes we have to do the things that repulse us.”

A disgustingly long tongue flops out from the gap in his mask, and the smell of something corrosive hits Tony like a punch in the face. For a man who claims to be against hurting children, he grips Tony very firmly when she tries to roll away.

“None of that, child,” he sighs, tightening his grip and leaning in, “trust me. It will only hurt for a moment.”

Whatever he is planning, Tony is certain that she isn’t meant to come out of it alive. In spite of her aching body, the only thing she can think to do is to try and run. With great effort, she brings her foot up and digs the heel of her shoe into the soft paunch of his belly. He sighs again.

“Please don’t try to fight it,” he says. A bead of liquid drips off from the tip of his tongue and lands on the concrete, burning a hole straight through it. “It only makes it worse if you fight it.”

Tony pushes harder and finds the strength to snarl. She manages to place her hand between the eye holes of his mask and pushes there, too.

“You cannot win,” he reminds her, “and even if you did, you would only lose other things. Things much more valuable than your young life.”

With a grunt, Tony forces herself onto her elbow and pushes harder. The man leans back a bit with the force of her push and cocks his head. Tony imagines him raising an eyebrow under the mask.

“Really?” He asks, swaying under her force. “This is how you want it?”

She doesn’t respond. To her surprise, he laughs and sits back fully.

“Well,” he hums, “that’s right, you could do the trick.”

He gets up slowly, gangly limbs unfolding and falling to his sides. Fire forms a halo around his head, shining orange in the reflective surface of his suit. He cocks his head again, only this time he does so, seemingly, out of curiosity. Not pity.

“You may prove to be a worthy contender, Tonya Batson.” He turns around. “I hope to see you soon.”

Tucking his tongue back into his mask, the stranger walks away. Tony watches him go as she cradles her arm. He throws Tony one last look before rounding the corner and walking away, disappearing seamlessly into the dark of the street.

The fire only grows stronger. Tony manages to get herself to her feet, but it hurts like a mother fucker to do so. She limps forward, chest heaving and vision swimming. When she gets to the end of the alleyway, the stranger is nowhere to be seen.

“Shit,” she whispers. Then, as if only just becoming aware of something rather important, she looks up at the apartment complex in front of her. “Shit. Cody.”

[dobermanbonez]

and in my sober mind i realize just how stupid i have been // stress relief

[inthehytes]

13. "since we're dating, does that mean i can hold your hand whenever i want?" For bratpack 🥺

My return to prompts with something sweet and fluffy? More likely than you think. 😌

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“Hey Kenny?” Synthia mumbles softly around the needle and thread she has balanced between her teeth.

“Hmm?” Kendall glances up from her laptop, glasses slightly crooked on her nose. Synthia giggles at the sight and forgets for a moment that she was the one who spoke first. “Baby?”

“Oh right! I love you.” She smiles sunnily over at her, her chest warming at the fond look that melts Kendall’s concentrated expression.

“I love you too, work on your project for a little longer and we can cuddle after okay?” Kendall nods to the dress half sewn together in Synthia’s lap and the yard of lace that she’d been carefully pinning and hand sewing on.

“Okay,” she sighs though they barely last another five minutes before Synthia’s shoving her work onto the coffee table and crawling across the couch to Kendall.

The elder snorts out a laugh at Synthia’s pouty face and sets her laptop to the side, her paper could wait just a little while longer. She lets Synthia climb on her lap and curl close, face half tucked into the soft fabric of her shirt.

“You smell really nice,” Synthia muses dragging a finger up and down Kendall’s arm absently. “Like really nice.”

“I’m glad you approve, it’s the perfume you and Gia got me for my birthday.” She tucks a stray curl behind Synthia’s ear and kisses her temple in an attempt to settle her down. They still had a few hours to go before Gia came home and they could go to dinner.

“I have a question.” Synthia murmurs again after a minute or two of them laying there silent.

“Which is?” Kendall asks back feeling a little hesitant to know what’s racing through Synthia’s mind. The blonde tended to let her mind wander far further than she’d even thought possible.

“Since we’re dating now, does that mean that I can hold your hand whenever I want?” Her head tilts and brown eyes bore pleadingly into Kendall’s own, the expression on Synthia’s face so hopeful yet cautious like the answer would either make or break her.

“You can hold my hand whenever and wherever you want to I promise.” A flood of warmth crashes into Kendall’s chest, affection filling up and spilling over the longer she looks into Synthia’s eyes.

“Even at the grocery store?”

“Especially at the grocery store. Maybe you and Gia would quit adding things we don’t need to the cart then.”

[petitmonde]

Written for May Trope Mayhem

Day 2: Curtain Fic | Fandom: RPDR | Ship: Bratpack Warnings: N/A | Tags: fluff, domestic life

Swedish furniture

It was with the full intent of impressing their partner that Synthia and Gia began their project of building the dining room table. The three of them had recently gotten the keys to their first apartment together, a big step in their relationship. The place was still sparsely furnished, most of their previous furniture being unfit for a more permanent residence.

How hard could it be to assemble a couple of legs to a flat surface? Kendall had been the one to assemble their bed all alone, so it couldn't be too difficult if the two of them worked together on the project. That hubris soon bit them in their tails as Gia cursed under their breath as the screw slipped from their hands for the fourth time, the leg going down with it. Synthia was engrossed in the manual, turning it around and flipping the pages, all in all not being a great help to the cause.

"Maybe we should wait until Kenny gets home?" Synthia huffed, clearly frustrated that they were getting nowhere. She dropped the instruction manual unceremoniously on the ground before plopping down on the floor.

Gia dropped what they were doing to sit next to Synthia, equally as done with the project as she was. Gia wrapped their arm around Synthia, giving her a squeeze. "Think of how happy she will be Synth. She'll come home to a functioning dining room, warm meal ready at the table."

"When you put it like that, maybe we should give it another try." Synthia leaned into Gia, content to just stay down at the floor. "Just can we stay like this for five more minutes?"

"Five more minutes." Gia agreed, kissing Synthia's temple. It wasn't long before they were laying on the floor on their backs, gently caressing one another innocently.

Time was a lost concept as the two laid on the floor, the stillness filling the apartment. The only sound that could be heard were their calm breaths.

When the sound of a key jostling the door disturbed their peace, Gia stiffened, knowing that time had run out and their partner was finally home. Synthia seemed to be unaware as she nuzzled into their neck with a sigh. She must have fallen asleep.

"I'm home!" Kendall's voice boomed as she entered the apartment. "And I have brought... oh, I see you guys have been busy."

Busy had been an understatement, as they had managed to cover most of the room with cardboard and the different parts for the table. The boxes for the chairs were also opened.

"We wanted to surprise you." Gia nudged Synthia to wake her up. "Since you've already done so much."

"Mhm, happy birthday Kenny." Synthia mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

Kendall snorted at the outburst, "It's not even my birthday."

"Oh yeah, it isn't." Freeing herself from Gia, Synthia sat upright, their partner following suit.

"Well, I bought us some takeout from down the corner, so let's eat." Kendall lifted the bag that she was holding to show what she had brought, before joining her two partners on the floor. "You two look so cozy down there, let me join you."

"You're not mad we didn't finish the table?" Synthia asked, worried she had disappointed her partner. Kendall smiled at her before giving Synthia a kiss.

"We can work on it later. It's more fun if we do it together." Kendall reassured her.

"Sometimes I worry that you baby her too much, Kenny."

"Says the one who slept on the floor when their partner wanted cuddles." Gia stuck out their tongue at Kendall's teasing. She definitely knew them too well.

[rosenallies]

💕fucking great prompt list, i’m gonna steal it for later. dohoho

anyway !!! 22. “Darling, you’re shivering.  Come here, let me warm you up.” gives me very kendall being all sweet n caring to me :) so that w bratpack please ?

It’s such a cutie one 😊😊hehe

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“Kendall? Kenny?” Synthia called around corner of the living room where Kendall sat on the couch with a book, nursing a cup of coffee. Early mornings were what Kendall deemed as “her” time. Synthia and Gia were often still fast asleep when she snuck out of bed every morning for peace and quiet, she adored her partners but she loved the time to herself too, even if it was being interrupted by Synthia with a frown on her face and tears in her eyes.

“Oh honey, did you have another nightmare?”

Synthia sniffled and shook her head. “No, Gia’s sick.”

Kendall closed her book and stood up, crossing the room to where Synthia stood. “They’re sick? What’s the matter?”

“I-I don’t know! They told me they weren’t feeling good and to come get you.”

“Okay, come on, let’s go check. Go grab the thermometer and Tylenol from the bathroom for me?”

Synthia padded off in her bunny slippers to the bathroom while Kendall went back into the bedroom, Gia curled up in a ball in the middle of their bed. Even from a couple feet away, Kendall could feel the fever radiating from their body.

“Kenny,” they whispered, reaching for her.

She took their warm hand and squeezed it gently. “Tell me what’s the matter, baby.”

“My head hurts and I’m so cold.”

The fact that they were warm to the touch but felt freezing concerned Kendall, her concerns confirmed when Synthia brought over the thermometer, the thing glowing red over Gia’s forehead.

“You definitely have a fever. Here take these,” she said, handing them a couple pills and a glass of water, “this should break your fever. What else do you need?”

“S-so c-cold,” the stuttered, teeth chattering.

“Darling,” Kendall tutted, “you’re shivering. Come here, let me warm you up.”

Taking the soft blanket from the foot of the bed, she wrapped it around their shoulders, kissing their feverish cheek all the while.

“We’ve got to keep you warm while the fever breaks. Synth, will you make them some tea? Put some honey in it too.”

Synthia, just glad to be of assistance skipped over to the kitchen while Kendall made sure Gia was comfortable in bed

. She petted their cheek and frowned. “You poor thing, I’m sure the medicine will kick in soon.”

“I hope so,” Gia croaked, wincing at the pain in their throat.

“Shh, don’t use your voice too much. Just let Synthia and I take care of you.”

As if on cue, Synthia came up behind them, a steaming cup of tea in her favorite mug, the one with the cats all over it because it always made her feel better and hopefully it would be the same for Gia.

“Here, Gi, careful it’s not.”

Gia opened their mouth to thank her, but was met with a glare from Kendall.

“You can thank us when you’re all better,” she said.

“Do you want to cuddle?” Synthia asked instead, curling up beside Gia before they could nod yes or no, though it wasn’t like they’d turn them down anyhow.

Kendall knew that just from looking at how close the two of them were that Synthia would more than likely wake up the same way in about a day or two and she’d be playing nurse all week. She chuckled to herself and shook her head affectionately as she curled up on Gia’s opposite side.

When it was all over a week later and both of her partners were nursed back to health, Kendall woke up the same way, Synthia and Gia fussing over her as she had them. It had taken her so long to get used to their doting, always so used to being the caretaker, but she allowed herself to be taken care of, glad she had not one but two loving partners who were just as willing to care for her as she is to care for them.

[parmaviolets]

btw levi and I are working on our reboot comic, Bratpack: Protection Services but this is all I can share without spoiling anything. baby enjoy

[alittlebitgoofy]

I miss autistic synth au she was coote

She was, baby girl god

I still have those prompts to do and I did get a bratpack one so…synthia autism prompt?

[moonshotsx]

hi lovey, could i get 🍣 🚙 🎞 for bratpack or icethia, ive been missing our cdr babies lately 💕💖

hi babes!! sure thing 💕

i'm going to do all three for both just for you,setting them in the college au 🥰

bratpack

🍣 Cooking Together HC

synthia is definitely the cook between them, she loves to bake and prepare kendall and gia's favorite dishes

while kendall actually helps out, gia is banned from getting closer to the stove (they already almost set the kitchen on fire once) so they are the go to taste tester

🚙 Road Trip HC

they all love to go on roadtrips together!

kendall is the driver, she alternates with gia while synthia has the whole backseat for herself

while synthia doesn't drive, she always has snacks ready to feed kenny and gia with

🎞 Movie Night HC

movie nights are also known as the cuddle nights because they always end up cuddled together, falling asleep mid movie

synthia is usually the one in the middle while gia and kendall are at each of her side

their go-to genre is romcoms, as it's almost always synth that chooses the move

icethia

🍣 Cooking Together HC

them cooking together often ends up being a mix of greek and salvadoran dishes, each teaching the other the preparation and just in general sharing family stories about food

apollo will often come around and just chill on either pythia or icesis' shoulder while they are cooking like the unbothered king he is

🚙 Road Trip HC

icesis is one of the worst drivers pythia's ever met, they swear it's a miracle she's never gotten hurt with how recklessly she drives

they will spend most of the drive talking, sometimes trying to teach each other new phrases in spanish and greek ("icesis, are you teaching me to tell someone to go fuck themselves?" "...maybe")

🎞 Movie Night HC

they will start the movie night apart on opposite sides of the couch but by the end of it, icesis is fast asleep against pythia's chest

their go-to movie snack is popcorn and they often end up challenging each other to throw it and catch it mid-air

[yamadcs]

wey hey, it’s a me...a madio here at long last!!! but rlly i’m mads, i’m twenty, and i’m in pst so im almost always fashionably late to things set with est time in mind. my last meal would be chicken alfredo but that feels really wrong bc i’d really love to own a chicken someday....anYWAYS moving on to the serious stuff! this intro is probably a shit show but so am i so it fits...i tried to keep it concise but who rlly knows idk pls plot with me

( NANA KOMATSU, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER, MUSE M ) did i just see CONSTANCE YAMADA touching down in italy ? rumor has it this 22 year old DIRECTOR is on their way to reunite with the brat pack.

so first thing’s first, as promised, constance has two moms!!! one of them is an actress and the other is an activist (specifically feminist and lgbtq+ rights if that matters) and they’re both extremely well-known within hollywood. 

her activist mom is definitely outspoken on social issues and she taught constance to be too, so the family is definitely known for pushing buttons in hollywood if only because they voice their very strong opinions VERY loudly. she probably had a lot to do with herself and her wife being ostracized in hollywood, or otherwise branded as brats. her actress mom, however, is much more soft spoken and was once probably an america’s sweetheart type. she’s a classic beauty, an actress that had so much potential until her reputation began to dwindle. she still acts, though in much smaller projects, and appears to be happy simply maintaining a home life (spoiler alert, she’s cheating). she taught constance humility and self-love

her mothers are so loving to her and to each other that she’s definitely a big romantic, however she’s also extremely naive so i’m sure that will pose a lot of issues in terms of plots and whatnot. she literally grew up witnessing true love at all times and is so in awe of her mothers’ relationship that she strives to have something just like it 

sPEAKING OF NAIVETE! constance’s mothers actually shielded her from the spotlight until she was about 15!! her parents were really nervous about putting her in the limelight because they didnt want her to have a fate similar to theirs (the blacklisting and public humiliation of being branded) so they kept her life as private and “normal” as possible. rather than having a private tutor, she simply attended private schools so that she could have a semi-normal social life. her parents were very cautious about who she spent time with, which led her to be a bit sheltered. she had lots of friends, but she was never allowed to go to their houses and they needed extensive screening before being allowed at hers, so it was easier to just keep her friendships at school. it wasn’t until she got to high school and made the choice to insert herself into the media that the world truly met constance, and she’s been basking in the hollywood glow ever since

being lonely is actually part of what ignited her passion for film. she had so much free time at home during her early years that she stumbled upon a tub of old movies, as well as the video recorder that was used to capture them. from then on, she was in love and it seemed that no one could pry that camera from her grasp. years 5-10 of her life feature many clips of her moms’ double chins and feet, the angles of a girl too small to see the rest of the world. 

i like to think that the first real paparazzi pictures ever captured of her and published across the nation featured her at a rally with her moms, holding a sign and very proudly leading a chant for the right for her mothers to legally marry. she’d been photographed before, of course, but none of them never made as bold of a statement and those pictures are what truly began her entrance into the spotlight, which was extremely intense and trying. 

since the world was so desperate to know the daughter of two notorious starlets, it only made sense that they would do nearly anything to obtain that first private interview with her, those first talk show appearances, anything that she had never been able to do before. it was super overwhelming and she very quickly became aware of what vultures the press are

uhhh so yeah basically constance has only really been in the “spotlight” for the last 7 years, but she became very notorious and admired very quickly since her existence had been so “””normal”””” and basically mysterious to the public until then. like her moms posted pictures on their socials, but all of her own were private until then and the media only got to know her on a surface level so it was a drastic change both for herself, but also for the world

i’d like to think her friends, THE BRATS, are what really got her through it like once she started working in hollywood and getting more film projects and running into these ppl and building connections i think constance really would have relied on them as mentors (even if theyre rlly just manipulation her...plot idea ?) and just....ppl who understood what this type of fame was like and understood how crazy this transition was. like she went from eating cereal in the living room w her moms and living her lowkey life to being on magazines and becoming the new “GIRL NEXT DOOR” of hollywood and that’s....a lot

she is a pretty notorious director now like a lot of jobs were kind of just,, handed to her once she started but she proved she had real talent so her entire reputation is something she really built herself bc her moms tried to detach themselves from her career to give her a fair chance to prove herself and her own prestige but like,,, she literally loves filming people and directing them and it’s her whole ass life like she almost always has a film camera and/or an old video camera on her person at all times so watch out for that in the morning ladies and gents she will make u a star 

oh and if her career goes south she’s hella gonna go into the adult film industry she’s directing sexy time baby !

i feel like there is still so so much i could tell u all about her but i rlly hope that this sums it up nicely bc it’s getting so long and so ugly....bUT BEFORE I LEAVE I HAVE CONNECTION IDEAS AND ALSO i just wanna say i think she would be on??? pretty okay terms w the bratpack like i know she has select ones she doesnt get along w but theres probably a big part of her thats excited to be back with them and happy to be in milan meeting up with them all again so idk if that changes things but yeah my girl’s naive and loves almost everyone so pls,,plot with mE

CONNECTION IDEAS....just gonna drop some lame ones here rlly quick to maybe get us started

uhh like i said many times, constance is rlly naive, so she’d be super easy to take advantage of. this could be something that happened when she first introduced herself to the limelight, like maybe someone latched on to her bc of how excited the media was to finally know her and they sort of road her coattails, or maybe it’s smth that’s happening as adults. im down for literally any kind of manipulative plots like fake friends, using her for shit, idk just mess her up ig

i think unrequited crushes are cute and i’m sure constance has TONS just bc she’s such a romantic at heart and so eager to have a fairy tale love that i feel like there would be this one person who she’s had a crush on for years who she just...keeps going back to bc she thinks she loves them and maybe they use her to keep her around or maybe theyve been honest about their feelings and theyre trying to just be friends but things are rocky/she’s just repressing shit idk we could do a lot with this i think 

i’d love it if she could just have a best friend bc like...idk i dont want her to have NO real friends u know? good vibes only for constance and ur muse man u feel

she was pretty innocent growing up since she was so sheltered so maybe ur muse smoked her out for the first time when she was 16 and now shes 420 friendly and theyre just smoke buddies or smth i cant believe shes gonna be a stoner now her whole personality i talked about up there? gone. it’s weed central now baby !

does ur muse need a tastefully directed sex tape? constance has their back im not kidding this is my plot idea ur all welcome

this is a novel so im ending it here but i will once again beg that u all come plot with me and love me and disregard these shitty connection ideas bc i KNOW we can come up with truly good ones okay love u all bye