#only found out he was 17 while looking up references... which makes him even more tragic from the little i know of him

[kastillia]

[kupidachillea]

Olympians x You (hcs or imagines)

Author note: Geez, it’s been awhile. Sorry, I’ve been in bit of a funk, got both writers block and art block but I just want to drop this. I still have a few things in my drafts, but for now I’ll feed you guys this.

TW (trigger warning):This may have a few Yandere themes in it. And while the Olympians themselves aren’t really yanderes- they do share similar tendencies considering their myths. Please note that this isn’t completely accurate to their mythology- but it’s just a bit of fun so please take no offence and be nice in the comments.

CW (content warning)⚠️: readers either 17-18+ (to read this I mean), light mentions of nudity, molesting and sexual harassment, toxic behaviour. General (hinted) Yandere behaviour. Reader’s discretion is advised.

🏺- You weren’t sure how you got here but somehow you ended up on mount Olympus of all places.

🪡- Your brain was fuzzy and you hadn’t yet registered the 12 + looming faces above you. When you did notice, they were bickering in a language you didn’t understand (or at the very least, understood a little). It was jarring and you were still trying to get your bearings.

-🏺 You noticed one of them, a woman, dressed in garments fit for royalty (in ancient times at least) and had somewhat of a peacock aesthetic to it, yelling and pointing accusingly at a man, presumably her husband. She didn’t seem happy. Hera. Queen of the Olympians..that means the other must’ve been Zeus..oh boy

🪡- Zeus looked as if he was trying to quell his wife’s anger before things got more out of hand. There were a few others in the back that looked bored of the situation- as if a similar thing has happened before, while others looked mildly amused.

🏺- Despite all that- the argument seemed to have turned completely to you. Hera turning her rage towards you. “You! Where did you come from, how did you arrive here!?” She’d ask in anger, it was evident she had very little patience if any at all, thankfully though she was now speaking a language you could understand. You scrambled to answer her, your body trembling slightly at how her voice shook the marble floor you were sat on.

🪡- You tried to explain to her that you didn’t know how you got here. Your brain still fuzzy with images that didn’t clear up or make sense. This obviously didn’t help the Queen’s anger and you could see her patience slipping. She would scoff and turn back towards the other gods, them discussing what they should do with you.

🏺 - Some suggestions were thrown around, some you weren’t so fond of. Multiple times did they suggest either killing you or throwing you off the mountain (which would kill you anyway). However those ideas were shut down immediately by more ‘kindhearted’ gods. This hasn’t happened in centuries- a human spawning on top of their mountain out of the blue..they aren’t really prepared for this.

🪡- They were almost all out of ideas, until one golden haired music deity bent down to your height and took a closer look at you. His eyes shining as he took in your appearance before a smile started to work its way on his lips. “How about we keep them..?” He suddenly asked, his gaze still set on the little (little to them anyway) human in front of him.

🏺- This made everyone pause and even you were shocked by the suggestion. You found it ridiculous and you argued that despite how flattering it was- you didn’t want to stay with them and you wanted to be returned back to your home. The gods only seemed to ignore you, as if you were a child having an unreasonable temper tantrum. They were all considering keeping you here!

🪡- “Well…” Hermes started. You could tell since he was a bit shorter than the others and he had his signature winged sandals. “It has been quite awhile since the gods have had a plaything..” he would mutter reluctantly. He wasn’t entirely sold on the idea, despite how his father and brothers (most anyway) were grinning like idiots. You, obviously , did not appreciate being referred to as a plaything.

🏺- “Then it is settled..this little one shall be our new plaything!” Zeus grinned, a little too happy for both yours and Hera’s taste. You were about to give them a piece of your mind but was swiftly silenced by a threatening gaze from Hera..to your surprise. And thus began your horrible life with the Olympians..

….

🪡- You were stripped of your modern clothing and given a chiton to wear instead. “It’s too modern for our liking..” Aphrodite would say as she felt up your body in ways that made you shiver in discomfort. “We’re use to our people…how should I say this? Showing a little more skin…” the goddess of love would chuckle sweetly, while you would stare at her in embarrassment and maybe even a hint of disgust. While you could understand where she was coming from- it still didn’t stop you personally from being uncomfortable with they way she was touching you.

🏺-You’d also be dressed up in fine jewellery, much to your surprise..anklets of gold, bangles made of bronze, necklaces etc. sweet smelling oil perfumes covering your body- anything to make seem more ‘appealing’ to the gods and goddess. You were their plaything after all, so it made sense for them to dress you how they liked..no matter how much you disliked it.

🪡- They’d occasionally have you pour them wine at banquets or sit on their laps to just sit there and look pretty. The main gods that did this were of course Zeus, Apollo, Poseidon, definitely Dionysus and at some point Hermes. You didn’t really appreciate this, but rejecting their request would result in a ‘punishment’ for you.

🏺- To your surprise..Ares rarely touched you without your permission, but he was a little mean here and there. He along with Athena and Demeter weren’t as…’touchy’ as the others. And Artemis …you appreciated that..though just because they didn’t touch you in inappropriate ways doesn’t mean they weren’t as ‘crazy’ as the rest.

🪡- For example, while Artemis wasn’t big on being a pest in terms of touching you, she did take you out on hunts..which..wasn’t so bad in your opinion. It was much better than being up on the mountain most days..she thought a little more rationally- but of course- her twin, Apollo, would see you hanging out with his sister and get a little possessive about it. Which you didn’t understand- you weren’t any of their lovers (even if they thought so), but even so..most hunting trips were cut short because of him.

🏺- When you finally got moments to breathe away from the gods..you’d spend it out in the garden..hidden away from everyone and thing..it was your quiet time up until one of the gods summoned you. You found out that you weren’t the first human to be in this position (and probably not the last)..according to one of the lesser known gods (maybe Hebe) you were told that centuries before, a young lad was taken into the heavens to serve Zeus but had been placed into the stars as the constellation known as Aquarius.

🪡- You shivered at the thought..you didn’t want that to happen to you. To be placed in the stars? Doomed to forever look down on earth and watch your family and friends grow? It may have been an honour back then but to you it was almost like a death sentence.

🏺- Either way, life with the Olympians got harder to cope with. Your privacy was always compromised and you were forced to many things you didn’t like. Sometimes the gods would be as bold to sneak up on you while you were bathing and either join you in the pool or touching up your nude body.

🪡-Often giving excuses for why they would do so, or simply ignoring your protest. It wasn’t hard to manhandle you after all..they were gods, and you were a puny human. Why should they care about your thoughts and feelings. It progressively got worse with them kissing your neck or cheek without your permission too- Apollo was the main culprit of that..

🏺- Sometimes you found yourself crying in a corner by yourself at the situation you were in. The only person willing to comfort you being Hestia. She obviously didn’t approve of this but she couldn’t do much besides being a safe space for you to turn to, which you appreciated.

🪡- But no matter how you protest, run, hide, or try to defy them; you are still theirs. That how they see it anyway, and they won’t change their mind..

[ariestarfairy]

Did Mystra Groom Gale?

My answer to that is, it's complicated, or perhaps not in the conventional way that people tend to think grooming happens. When I see posts about Gale being groomed it's accompanied by the assertion that Mystra found Gale when he was a child and was his mentor first. From a timeline perspective this doesn't make sense, we would have to throw out so much lore. Mystra was murdered by Cyric in 1385 initiating the Spellplague, she didn't come back until the events of the Sundering, so around 1479. Baldur's Gate 3 takes place in 1492. The earliest she could have met Gale would have been 1479/1480 which gives us a time frame of their relationship possibly being around 11-12 years. If we conclude that Gale is ~30 years old then the youngest Gale could have been is 17. If we conclude that Gale is ~35 years old then the youngest Gale could have been is 22. This lines up with Gale referring to himself as a very young man, not a child, when the events of their relationship took place. Also Gale makes another comment that suggests that he likely wasn't a child during his relationship with Mystra. If you romance Gale, he remarks that he had lovers before Mystra, but not after. If we assume that Gale met Mystra as a child then Gale would have to be much younger than we think he is. Now onto the subject of Mystra and Gale's relationship, adult grooming is a thing and the power imbalance is very real. A teacher getting into a relationship with a student is also problematic in any relationship where there is a teacher and student dynamic. Mystra has a history of changing and removing abilities from her servants and chosen, often times without their consent. This clearly illustrates an exploitative relationship. Also Gale, in all of his naivety of youth, perceived his relationship with Mystra way differently than Mystra did. Mystra has many chosen and most of them do not know one another. He thought she loved him, but he was amusement for her for a time until he messed up and she denounced him. Not only that but in order to maybe, possibly, earn her "forgiveness" Gale has to kill himself and even then forgiveness isn't assured. That's a steep price to pay. If you think Mystra is a good soul and Gale is a horrible person who stomped all over her boundaries, then you you need to learn more about Mystra's gross meddling with mortals. She is by no means innocent and has not only stomped on boundaries, she has done things that cross way over into non-consensual. The Gods are gross, Mystra is not an exception because she's a Goddess and presents as a woman, she's not vulnerable nor is she helpless. She is in the position to exploit and demand and she does it frequently. What also really gets me is how Gale gets labeled as being manipulative and abusive and Astarion is a beacon of perfection. He's not, he targets your character just to manipulate them, and that is his MO for a huge chunk of the game. His tragedy and changing over the course of the game doesn't reverse that, but it's somehow overlooked? Of course you have to view a person in terms of a snapshot. Looking at Gale based on a snapshot within his relationship with Mystra does not make him toxic and it does not mean that he was the abuser. Of course because Astarion was abused by a man, it's a different story, but Gale is a male character stepping on a woman's (Goddess) boundary, so he's necessarily toxic. It doesn't occur to people who play BG3, who have very little knowledge when it comes to the Gods in Faerun that Mystra is truly toxic and that a man can be abused and manipulated by a woman (Goddess) . Don't misunderstand, I love Astarion just as much as I love Gale, but I think it's a double standard to vilify Gale (who WAS mistreated by Mystra) and lionize Astarion while ignoring his machinations towards you in the beginning. Astarion is a classic case of hurt people hurt people, it explains his behavior but it shouldn't be ignored in criticisms of other characters. He's not perfect, if he were he would be boring and not nearly as interesting.

[yulin-pop]

⤷ ✧ Wake up

Gender neutral

- order 76 | headcanons | Housewardens

Note: Sleepy, airheaded silly goose — refers to main story in most of the segments not proof read.

Riddle Rosehearts

Before he even knew your name or spoke to you, you were about to fall asleep. The way your eyes kept fluttering shut and opening wide again.

You had very little energy to say the least. Sometimes he would be having a friend conversation with you and you just fall asleep standing up?? He is actually very concerned.

You would fall asleep a lot and even if you weren’t in the same class, he found out. You were in for a long scolding everytime that happened (it happens a lot). It was hard to fall asleep because he was quite loud but somehow you still closed your eyes and snored right in his face.

He wasn’t sure if you were getting enough sleep at night for whatever reason he decided to invite you over after school to see what tires you out so much. Immediately after school you knocked on (on his bed) and he checked up on you every hour or so. He hoped you’d get some good sleep and be more energized in the morning.

He learned two things, you’re a cuddler and you’re going to be tired no matter what because he woke up to you clinging onto him like a panda.

When he did wake you up, you asked for a few more minutes.

“You had 17 hours of sleep! How could you possibly need more?!”

Leona Kingscholar

He’s impressed. Even when you stepped on his tail you were clearly about to fall over and join him in his nap.

Not much to say besides he thinks it’s funny. But he doesn’t get why you’re so tired. He sees you take very long naps and half of the school day you decide to just sleep. Then your friends have to wake you up.

He’s caught you napping under a tree many times. He notices how objectively beautiful you are. He’s never gonna admit that though. You could be drooling with the eye crusts but you would still be really, really cute.

He doesn’t wake you up on purpose. He lets out a small laugh when he sees you and your eyes shoot open. Gave him a jump scare.

“Are you watching me sleep?”

“Why are sleeping in the courtyard anyway? Get up and sleep in a bed or something.”

Sometimes he would pick you up and carry you somewhere less crowded or more comfortable. When you wake up in a different location than what you remember, you don’t question it. You’re too tired to.

Azul Ashengrotto

You are not a sufficient employee. You’re generally always slow and a little bit forgetful because of your sleep deprivation.

He thought you would come running to him for a detailed study guide because instead of studying you slept your days away. But you never came. I mean you were gonna but you lost track of time and never ended up making a deal.

Whether you bombed the exam or passed with flying colors, you dodged a major bullet.

He observed you were bad at serving customers and yawned every 3 seconds, which made him glad you didn’t make a contract because you’d be dead weight.

However in PE, he noticed you were physically more capable than him. You beat him a race while you were half asleep. That’s just impressive. But it shows you only put in effort to be better than people.

You fell asleep in Mostro Lounge numerous times. He has to kick you out because you’re not ordering anything. But you always whine about how comfy the booth seats are.

“Azul… Give me a break please.”

“Don’t give me that look…”

He’s really curious why you’re always so sleeping. He sees you nap all day in school and somehow you still have eyebags.

Is it magic that makes you so tired? He just doesn’t understand.

Kalim Al Asim

During your stay at Scarabia, it was when he really started to notice how sleepy you always looked. He actually took pity on you and apologized, asking if the bed was uncomfortable or you don’t have any food to energize you.

He says that you could sit out in the morning march because you were just so tired. You looked like you were about to collapse. He feeds you a lot because he assumes you’re low kn energy because lack of carbs.

He is way too nice to you. He’s a very comfortable pillow and so everytime you see him, you sit down next to him and doze off on his shoulder.

He doesn’t usually say anything out loud as to not wake you up but inside his head he’s cooing and resisting the urge to cuddle you.

“Ah, you’re awake. Did you sleep well?”

“No, can I sleep some more?” You didn’t even wait for a response before you closed your eyes again.

Vil Schoenheit

One glance and he’s appalled. Your eye bags— what happened to you?! Maybe you’re like Ignihyde’s housewarden and stays up late.

He takes it upon himself to fix yourself up a little bit. He asked you why you wear such baggy clothes and you respond with “because I can fall asleep faster with comfy clothes.” Don’t you worry about self image?

You’re a bit of an airhead, only thinking about the next time you can nap. Your uniform is always messy because you decide to lay down and rest where ever you please.

It’s a shame because you are pretty inside and out. Your sleeping face is just naturally cute and you help people however you can, even if it’s low effort.

He gives you healthy energy drinks to keep you awake and it hardly has an effect. He gives you skin care and you fall asleep before doing it each night. Hell, he even had to tell you to take a shower. If he hears a thud he knows you drifted off the dreamland in there and fell down.

He’s basically the one making you keep up with your hygiene. He never lets you off the hook, he’s not the type to let you sleep in him either.

What sucks is that he never allows you to fall asleep when you’re in his presence unless he’s feeling gracious that day.

“Vil, please just 5 minutes. I think I’ll collapse if I don’t nap right this second…” You stumble forward and he catches you by the arm.

“Seriously, you must’ve been born with a curse.” He gently picks you up and sets you down on the couch. “30 minutes and we’re back to it.”

Idia Shroud

Sheesh, you’ve got worse eyebags than him. He first saw you when you were awake being pulled around by your friends.

When he encountered you asleep in the courtyard, he was surprised. You look much cuter when you’re asleep. But why were you sleeping behind the statue of Hades?

His muttering accidentally woke you up and you stared back at him like he’s crazy. You rubbed your eyes and blinked. It was a short stare down until you just flipped on your side and went back to sleep.

He sees you around a lot. It’s like you’re doing it on purpose. He thinks of you more than he should, you probably forgot he existed.

What’s strange is that you have strange dreams of him. Like he appears in your dreams either as a background character or is talking to you.

You try not to think about him but it always happens.

Malleus Draconia

You only met him because you fell asleep outside one time. It happens way too often unfortunately. No one was there to drag you into your bed that time and so you were there until late at night.

Your eyes shot wide open when you felt s strange presence and the ground shake a little. There were fireflies out of no where.

Then you met Malleus. You didn’t feel that tired around him for some reason. You didn’t get close though. You just talked to him about himself. You avoided any questions about yourself. A majority of the time you thought it was a reoccurring dream. You eventually started sleeping outside on purpose to see him.

Sometimes you look for him at school. You end up wearing yourself out after 10 minutes and fall asleep, hoping to see him again.

Malleus definitely tried to intimidate you for a while, he felt bitter because of how nonchalant you were. Turns out you were just an airhead and so he took it less personal.

It’s often that you fall asleep mid conversation with him. He’s not mad really, he just sets you in your bed and gets one last look before going back to his dorms.

[spaghetticat3899]

I made these refs back for this year’s Artfight, but never got around to finishing the rest of my characters’. I nickname these three “the main trio” because they’re the three splatoon characters I draw and like the most. All three have a thing in common, albeit for different reasons: they all don’t go by their original names! If you’d like to read character ramblings, look below the cut, if not, you may do what you like.

Things to note: My Splatoon characters are stuck in Splatoon 2 purgatory, so the weapons, ages, and all that are stuck in that time period. (R) and (UR) is short for (restricted) and (unrestricted), which is referring to if the height is measured within a canon limitation, or without canon inkfish heights in mind.

Mochi

Dawn “Mochi” Funboruto

cis female (she/her)

Aged 16

5’ (R) - 5’7” (UR)

Mochi is an interesting inkling, not actually originating in Inkadia at all, instead from a far-off city by the name of Arrecife. She’s childhood friends with Slick, and only moved to Inkopolis because he’d shown it to be a hot spot for things of interest. She’s a Humboldt inkling, but cursed with an unusually small stature compared to her relatives, making her appear as an average inkling. Evidence of her ancestry can still be found in her sucker rings, which, unlike most inklings, are still very-much there. She’s described as sisterly, laid-back, and sarcastic, but can also snap to a very energetic, mischievous, and havoc-causing individual. She never seems to stand still, even while relaxed, quite fidgety by nature. She tries not to overthink, which can lead to poorly thought-out choices that result in unpleasant outcomes. She’s easily persuaded by bribes of food or money, which some of her friends take advantage of for her to do stupid dares, tasks, or for her to not blackmail them. She jokes around and doesn’t usually bring up serious subjects unless she thinks it’s important. She often has to be the straight-man around people like Slick, but also can join in on the mischief. She’s also agent 4, but it doesn’t really become super relavent. She goes by Mochi just because she feels like it, nothing else, really.

Slick

Mason “Slick” Stone

cis male (he/him)

Aged 15

4’11” (R) - 5’5” (UR)

Slick is a goofy character, son of a single mother and always trying to get up to antics. He is from the town of Arrecife, childhood friends with Mochi, and forming a chaotic duo whenever they decide to meet up. He’s quite full of himself, exasperates his accomplishments, and thinks he’s practically irresistible. Despite his arrogance, he possesses a heart of gold, and just wants to befriend anyone he can. He may not be the brightest, but he tries his best, even if it doesn’t work out. He has no concept of boundaries, and has broken into people’s houses to give them gifts. He went out of his way to befriend Hachikō, despite the people around him scoffing at him for it. Despite Hachikō’s not-super-great-but-understandable Inklish at the time, Slick was very accepting and thought it was more funny than anything. As their friendship grew closer, Hachikō moved in with him, and they currently share an apartment. Slick gave himself that name because he wanted to sound cool and dissociate with his father.

Hachikō

Hachikō “Hachi” ??

cis male (he/him)

Age unknown (~16-17)

5’1” (R) - 5’9” (UR)

Hachikō, an amnesiac found in a place he feels lost in. He’s agent 8, and his story of venturing to the surface is one that only some know of. His Inklish is practically perfect in the current day, with only the slight hiccup and forgetting some words. He’s quiet, observant, and tends to appear stiff around unfamiliar people. He doesn’t talk much, instead thinking to himself a lot, sometimes staring off into space and getting lost in thought. He can be quite chatty if asked about anything of interest to him (ink weaponry, birds, etc). He tends to fidget, sometimes needing to occupy his hands by drawing. He takes most things seriously, or as they’re spoken, which has led to him not understanding jokes, and not always pinpointing sarcasm. He’s quite paranoid and constantly worried about being outed as an Octoling, or something going horribly wrong. It’s not uncommon for him to get sick due to being exposed to unfamiliar surface pathogens. Upon reaching the surface, he discovered he had a pollen allergy, which has lead to mockery by his friends for “sneezing like Lil’ Judd”. Slick is who he’s often seen with, eventually even being roommates with, almost always being the nervous straightman to Slick’s antics. Roxanne (agent 3) often babies him and comes to his aid, even when it’s made obvious that he’d rather her not. He appreciates her kindness, but not being infantilized. Hachikō picked his name because he had no memory of his original name, picking one that seemed familiar to him (might’ve heard it in a story once).

Bonus xenos!

[venus-is-thinking]

Roman Numeral I and Footnote 14

Okay, so I was reading some posts by 1moreff-creator on the Literature Girl Insane MV (this one on the roman numerals and this one on the footnotes).

Specifically, I was looking at Footnote 14 and Roman Numeral I. Let's start with Footnote 14.

I didn't initially notice this one because it's so faint, but Footnote 14 appears at 3:52. Behind the text (the world of abnormal sentiment dances), there's a faint equals sign, and a footnote in the top right corner of that.

Footnote 14 is as follows:

[14] Hint: word length of 256 

I had no idea what this meant, but a helpful anon told me it was Hamlet's soliloquy. After some unfortunate luck I got confused, seeing as Hamlet has 7 soliloquies and, based on the sources I looked at, none of them had exactly 256 words.

With the help of fuji-iri, though, the identity of the soliloquy was found! It's the most famous one: the "to be or not to be" speech. I'll link it here.

So, that's the identity of Footnote 14! The hint is telling us it's Hamlet's main soliloquy. Not too surprising considering there's, like, seven or something other references to Hamlet in this MV.

But, how does that connect to Roman Numeral I?

Well, I want to look at where Footnote 14 appears again. I'm going to show a few screenshots that happen all in a row.

Putting these together, you get I, then a bunch of numbers & a bunch more numbers = ?????.

Now, I'm not even going to try with the number scramble. I already know from the password thing that I'm completely useless at these number cipher type things. I'm just going to ignore those, the & sign and the question marks. Hopefully whatever it says/means doesn't completely invalidate my actual theory. My best guess is that there are two different puzzles here, and the numbers and & sign are a puzzle separate from what I'm solving.

Anyways, that leaves only two parts of it: the I and the =.

As 1moreff-creator points out in their roman numerals post, while the I here looks most like the roman numeral 1, which correlates to Xander, pairing him with (the world of abnormal sentiment dances) doesn't... make sense? Like, it doesn't feel like it means anything for his character.

However, if you ignore the number scrambles, you end up with something interesting.

I = 14.

What if Xander's roman numeral is being used to say that he corresponds to footnote 14?

It's not completely unprecedented for the footnotes to interact with the numerals. For example, Min's roman numeral X, or 10, appears in the form of a bloody X, like we see on the class trial portraits. However, there's a footnote in the top right, footnote 10, which tells us that roman numeral X is 10. This confirms that this is her number. Footnotes 6 and 17 are also found here, which further proves that it's possible for footnotes and numerals to interact.

So, this is very interesting. Let's consider that Xander's roman numeral connects him to Footnote 14, which, as we've established, is Hamlet's "to be or not to be" soliloquy.

Uh, content warning for suicide in this next bit.

This soliloquy is about considering suicide; to "be" is to live, and "not to be" is to die. I don't get the sense that Xander is particularly suicidal, but it's also true that he does clearly struggle with the weight of what's happened in his life. His secret quote is the literal definition of survivor's guilt, and in the second bonus episode "Visiting Graves," he clearly holds a lot of regret.

As we see here, Xander isn't particularly suicidal, but he clearly isn't, uh... mentally well? If his death is just "another pitiful waste of a human life" to him rather than, like, being important because it's his life, it's not a great sign. Plus, "Unnamed Classmate" (who is almost certainly Mai Akasaki), who knows Xander much better than we do, seems to think it's plausible that Xander would say that he wished he died there, so that's not great.

Plus, there's a line in the soliloquy about "the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks," which I think is funny considering he died via electrocution.

In any case, there's one more thing I want to point out regarding this.

Like I mentioned, there are several references to Hamlet throughout this MV. Notably, this exact soliloquy appears somewhere else in the MV.

The previous screen says to be, and the next screen says not to be. However, I've chosen the "or" screen for one very specific reason.

XIII. Teruko.

Yeah. If I'm right about this, that means that both Teruko and Xander's roman numerals are the to be or not to be speech.

Other than linking the two of them together again, I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I thought I'd point it out. It's a very interesting connection to give the two of them, as our early protagonist/support combo.

[that-salty-ghost]

As Above, So Below | Chapter 17: Shameful Company | Viktor [Arcane] // Male Reader | Rating: M Throughout

// 🎧 Mood Music: Shameful Company by Rainbow Kitten Surprise 🎧 \\

The speed at which your gaze darts from Viktor to the woman in the doorway while they talk is almost dizzying.

You notice that her face looks a little flush and she tends to fidget with her glasses when Viktor speaks or even looks at her. She did just come out from a warm-ish building, maybe the cold air is fogging up her lenses or something…

“We must’ve had the same idea.” A soft grin creeps onto his face while he looks from her up to the top of the building. His brows raise while he examines how impressive the size of the structure is. Still, he seems genuinely happy that she got there before he did, even though that probably meant he lost out on renting the space.

“I guess so…” She sounds a little guilty about beating him to the punch. Must be a good spot for the work they’re trying to do. “Although maybe we could share it?” She looks over at the man that you assumed had been showing her around.

“Can’t, we need the rest of the space for apprentices—only have enough room for one extra.” The man looks over at you, almost sizing you up and you turn your head while you try to place where you’ve seen him.

Viktor purses his lips, shaking his head before he turns back to Sky. “That’s alright, I’m happy you found a place for your work.” His smile is warm, even sweet when he meets her gaze again and you can’t help but notice her eyes darting from him, downwards, back up—that looks dizzying too. “And I’m excited to see what you present.” You can tell he actually means what he’s saying to her and doesn’t seem put out at all. You think she must be a really good friend until you notice her body language.

She’s fidgeting with her glasses again, and unable to hold eye contact with him before she’s barely able to murmur “You too.”

…ahhh hell.

She likes him too.

“You’re The Butcher’s boy aint ya?”

All of the color drained from your face when the soot-covered man spoke. You feel both Sky and Viktor’s eyes on you while you swallow and try to quickly navigate how to handle this. Anytime you heard someone refer to your father as ‘The Butcher’, it definitely wasn’t a compliment.

“Well…Remy’s now.” You finally placed where you knew him, he’s one of the blacksmiths that helped forge the weapons your father needed years ago. You haven’t seen him since you were a kid, but this wasn’t exactly the time or place you wanted this reunion to occur.

He scoffs and his shoulders tightly pull the fabric of his shirt when he crosses his arms, causing the muscles in his forearms to bulge even more. You don’t remember him being quite this behemoth, but clearly a lot has changed…except for his pleasant disposition.

“S’pose that’s true. I’ll never understand why a guy like him would risk his reputation for that son of a bitch’s kid.”

You catch a view of Viktor over the man’s shoulder and his expression is one you haven’t seen before. His eyes are piercing, practically boring a hole into the back of the man’s head. His brows are knitted tightly and you make a mental note to never get on his bad side.

While you were thankful that he clearly wasn’t happy with how this guy was talking to you, you also didn’t want to see him upset. This was nothing you hadn’t heard before, but watching Viktor witness it was something that hit you harder than you were anticipating.

You gather your composure with quick inhale and address the man. Despite his words creeping under your skin, you brush off his comment and lean into pretending to feel small—which you’re sure was his goal anyway.

“Guess he’s a sucker for a charity case.” You pause when he takes a step towards you and you force a strained smile while you hold your ground. “Lucky me.”

The blacksmith takes another step and his massive frame casts a shadow as he towers over you. He had to be twice your size...you need to play this smart—you couldn’t take him in a fight and again, this isn’t the time or the place for any of this.

You notice Viktor start to take a step as well, but you subtly flex your fingers out by your side—silently asking him to stay where he is. He glances down to your hand and pauses. While his expression looks pained, he does as you ask and doesn’t move any closer.

“Listen, you both look like smart kids.” Even though he’s facing you, you know he’s talking to Viktor and Sky. “But this one’s got rotten lineage—bad blood.” The man doesn’t even flinch while he talks about you like you’re not even there. “This isn’t the company you want to keep if you want to go anywhere.”

“I’m afraid you and I don’t share that sentiment, sir.” Viktor’s voice startles you and your eyes widen when you hear how guttural it’s become. His mild demeanor completely ransacked by a low tone with sharp edges as his accent hangs onto the ‘t’s and d’s’ in his sentence. “And I’m capable of discerning the kind of company worth keeping.”

You glance over to see that this time, it’s Viktor that doesn’t flinch.

You can’t fight the faint grin that ghosts onto the corner of your mouth, your eyes are heavy with admiration and the visible anger within him slightly subsides once you catch his eye.

The blacksmith scoffs and turns to address Viktor one more time. “You’re better off sticking with her.” He motions to Sky and your poker face that you’ve maintained while under scrutiny finally falls away when he starts to walk back towards the warehouse.

“She’s got a good head on her shoulders, but that one...” He jerks his head back to motion towards you before finishing his unsolicited advice. “That one will bring you nothing but trouble.”

You knew he was mostly talking about Viktor’s career, but it felt so much heavier than that. You also knew there was a good degree of truth to his words. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you obviously weren’t about to make his life any easier.

But all of that feels contrived when Viktor’s eyes never leave yours. He barely even acknowledges the man that passes him, sending a message that he’s done talking about this and only responds with a calm and even voice.

“I’ll take my chances.”

“Let me know if you need help moving your equipment in.” The blacksmith talks to Sky one last time before going back inside.

You didn’t hear what she said in return, your attention is completely fixed on Viktor as he starts towards you. Your shoulders feel heavy, your eyes tired. A slow inhale is all you can manage to try and recover from the entire situation. That and Viktor’s gentle expression as he watches you come down from your adrenaline high.

“I’m not one to say I told you so.” You start, a smirk forming on your face as you huff a small laugh.

“Mm…well don’t start on my behalf.” Viktor’s tone is light, even amused while he straightens his jacket. “I consider that a bullet dodged. All thanks to your…ehh,” His brows twitch teasingly while a grin spreads across his face. “…infamy.”

You notice how quickly his anger has already faded and feel your own heartrate slow again. Just standing by him settles you down, and his playful energy only takes the edge off even more.

“You’re welcome then?” You joke, but when he pauses and glances up from buttoning his coat, the sly grin he gives you sobers your expression up immediately.

“That’s more like it.”

…send help.

“I’m so sorry, Viktor I had no idea.” Sky’s voice is rushed, breathy and sounds absolutely mortified.

…not exactly what you had in mind, but that’ll do.

“He was a completely different person until he saw…” She looks over at you and then back to Viktor.

“[Y/n]. And it’s not your fault.” He looks back to you and motions to Sky. “[Y/n], this is Sky. A…ah, colleague of mine.”

You hold your hand out for her to shake. “Nice to meet you, Sky.”

She smiles weakly, seemingly still shook up about what just happened before responding with “Nice to meet you too. I still can’t believe that just happened.”

Your nose crinkles while you shrug. “Sylas is honestly great; he trains some of the best blacksmiths in the undercity. You’ll have a good set up here.”

Viktor cocks a brow after you say the man’s name. He parts his mouth like he’s about to speak to you, but Sky responds first.

“You…know him?”

“Knew. But he shouldn’t give you any trouble. He’s harmless unless you’re…uh…me.” You give a crooked grin to lighten the mood but Viktor quips back dryly.

“Your definition of great is concerning.”

“Given the past 24 hours, that’s what you’ve found concerning?”

Viktor’s lighthearted chuckle is contagious and you can’t help but laugh as well while he tries to say “Fair point.”

You almost get wrapped up in the sound of his laugh, but manage to catch Sky’s expression shift.

“Sorry, just been a wild day already.”

“Same here. Have you two eaten? Maybe we can grab some lunch?”

You didn’t want to break the news that you both had a late breakfast and decide to leave that to Viktor.

Instead, you check your pocket watch and bite your cheek when you see how late it’s already gotten. “I’d love to, but I actually have a few things I need to go take care of. Thank you for the invite though.”

Sky nods at you before looking at Viktor. You catch her biting her lower lip while she waits for his answer and you tighten a strap on your bag so you can move better on the rooftops. Watching her crush on him doesn’t exactly bother you, but after recent events you don’t think your self-esteem can take another hit right now.

“You two have fun. Good luck hunting today, Viktor.” You tighten the last shoulder strap and exchange a grin with him before you start looking for an alley with a fire escape that you can reach.

You only take a few steps before he has you grinning ear-to-ear.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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A/N: Peep that pinned post for more chapters and good times <3

[thekimspoblog]

There's a prevalence of Jewish atheists who celebrate the holidays for cultural reasons rather than religious observance. I could see that applying to Kim and her feelings on circumcision.

I was more thinking: It's a hospital in America so they're going to push it on new parents. Kim straight up hadn't considered what she would say in this moment, so she refers to Jimmy's expertise. Jimmy doesn't want to admit that HE was mutilated, so he gives the green light to make Iris "look like his daddy". Sadly that's usually how this goes.

Either way thanks. I'm really looking forward to the prison smuggling fic.

I think Jimmy would at least consider Kim's opinion, especially since she has a traditionally Jewish last name. America is more likely to mutilate those born AMAB, but Jimmy is an ex–Catholic who typically don't engage in the practice.

1. Didn't realize Wexler was Jewish; I'd been wondering about the ethnicity of her name but hadn't looked it up. 2. I thought Catholics were circumcised. The ones I've met were at least. I mean in my timeline Kim is *very loosely* a born again Christian with ties to Satanism. Jimmy had considered unironically converting to Judaism before the remarriage, but never went through with it. Alternatively, when Kim found out she was having a boy, maybe she stayed up all night researching the issue. But that's still no guarantee she'd reach the same conclusions I did: the "it's more hygienic" argument is very prevalent even if I think it's an unsubstantiated claim. Either way, they would still have the same birth name. Kim low-key wanted a girl, but mostly she just sees the name as gender neutral.

Like the church they joined was the Riverton Unitarian Interfaith Church, so Dawson was preaching that all paths to god were valid in his temple. But again Dawson is dead, and any congregation members who may be working as nurses in the hospital, Kim's going to be skeptical of their medical advice.

I was curious about circumcision in America since you made your post, so I looked up stats by state. Catholics believe its a neutral action religiously since baptism has replaced the covenant with God that circumcision is for Jewish people. It's more common in American Catholics and more again in Eastern states. It goes from like 80% of men to less than 10% in western states.

My lore has them settling in Colorado which is 56%, while states like Oregon it is only 17%.

So i think its highly dependent on the state as to the amount of pressure that a parental couple would receive.

What about Wyoming?

Kinda wild to see tbh

Such variation in the practice between states

I think it's definitely falling out of vogue. But then again RUIC does give off some strong "conflake cult" vibes so who knows.

That's true. I have faith in parents who make good choices for their AMAB babies.

I think Dawson on some level genuinely believed that all religions have a grain of truth. But mostly he just wanted to cast a WIDE net in recruiting members, because that means more tithes.

Makes sense, people love to feel like they're in on something special.

In general, Iris would be raised the same; the parents wanted them to grow up free to express themselves and they didn't put too much gendered expectation on them. But in the back of their heads it's like: AMAB (Jimmy's POV): My son! Someone to carry on the McGill name. Chip off the ol block; I'll teach him everything he needs to know. AFAB (Jimmy's POV): My little girl! My princess! Anything she needs, just talk to her daddy... even if it's a pony not sure how I'd say no. AMAB (KIm's POV): I swear on the stars this one's going to grow up to respect me. AFAB (Kim's POV): So... how young is too young to start lecturing her about keeping her hand over her drink?

Yeah, Jimmy is an excellent parent either way. Which is ironic because if Kim had an accidental pregnancy they'd kept during BCS days then Breaking Bad would have never happened.

I think Breaking Bad would have still happened. Just Iris would have grown up in a mansion getting corralled into the Panic Room every other week. Not too different from how things ended up anyway tbh. But if Iris grew up with Saul Goodman money they would have ended up very spoiled, as both parents were trying to compensate for insecurities by buying the child's love. The real reason everything went down like it did, was because in Sheepdog, Kim was given the option to have Iris in 2005 OR delay it and wait until 2017, and Kim foresaw how in the 2005 timeline, Jimmy's failure to deal with the Chuck baggage low-key ruined Iris's life.

She decided they would both be in a better place mentally and emotionally if they waited and sorted out their shit a little more first.

They're trying to be progressive, but let's face it both still have some issues with gender politics. I mean when Iris came out as nonbinary, Kim had a little private crisis like "Wait you can just OPT OUT of being a woman?! THAT WAS AN OPTION?! I'm 60 years old and I'm learning this now?!"

[jennycouldyoucomebackhome]

Alright. Time for Killjoy OC Posting

First things first: This is just a bit of an overview. I'm going to make more in-depth posts about these guys at some point (with art), so this is a bit of a sparknotes backstory. If you're intrigued by any of this, feel free to send me an ask and ask something about them!

Who are these characters and why do I call them the Storm Family?

I call them the storm family because all of their names have to do with storms/weather phenomena. The storm family consists of: -Dust Devil - 25 - (ve/vir, gho/ghost) -Thunderclap - 24 - (he/him) -Acid Lightning (formerly Battery Acid) - 19 - (it/its, ze/zir, he/him) -Storm Angel (formerly just Rosie) - 14 -(she/her)

Since it's a bit of a text wall, lore drop under the cut:

So what's the general gist of how they all met each other?

Thunder and Dust met when they were teenagers (like, 16 and 17). Thunder was a Battery City runaway that bolted after realizing he was trans. After a few days, he was picked up by a gang of joys getting some supplies from the inner zones. This gang operated under a group called the Blackbirds, which essentially functions as a small network of gangs where a lot of the people involved grew up together under the group at their primary base of operations: a beat up old house covered in graffiti out in the middle of Zone 4. Dust was part of one of these crews. Ve had been with the Blackbirds since ve was a little kid. The two of them quickly became friends, and ended up developing romantic feelings for each other down the line. Eventually, they ended up staying together in an old fast food place in Zone 3.

Acid was your typical angry teenager pissed off at the world. Ze was taken out of the city when ze was only 6 or 7, and grew up in the desert ever since. He floated between different crews for a long time, since he had problems getting along with people. He was about 17 when he met Rosie. Rosie was 12 at the time, and she was stranded out in the middle of the desert. She was dehydrated and looked basically dead. The crew that Acid was with picked her up and got her patched up. Acid stayed with her after that. She wasn't even a teenager yet, and he couldn't just leave her alone. They bounced around for a while, just staying alive the best they could, when they finally met Thunderclap, who, the notable softie that he is, didn't want to leave two children to their own devices with basically no usable weapons in Zone 2 (witch knows how they didn't get killed there before he found them).

Thunder took them back to Zone 3, and while Dust was initially less thrilled about taking in two random kids, gho ended up developing a soft spot for them, and the four just stuck together ever since.

Any other notable characters that might be referenced at some point?

Of course! There are two big ones, both related to the Blackbirds. -Fairy Smoke - 41 - (she/fae): Current Leader of the Blackbirds. A sort of parental or sibling figure to a lot of the people that grew up there. Just trying to make sure idiot kids aren't getting themselves killed. -Lithium Star - 22 - (they/them): Described by Thunderclap as an "asshole in neon green tights." Grew up with the Blackbirds. They might have a lot more going on from their own viewpoint, but to Dust, Lith is like an annoying little sibling that just likes getting under vir skin.

There's also one smaller character I might reference now and again. -Death Wish - 30 - (they/them): slightly ironically, a cautious and kind joy from the outer zones. They took in Acid and Angel for a couple of months.

[kerrieannd]

November 17, 2023

The day of our appointment at Childrens hospital for Mason.

It's been a while since I've used this. Someone told me I should journal and get my thoughts out somewhere... so here I am. I want to back track to where it all began on Friday November 17th. Matt and I had to wake up very early that morning to head into Boston. We had a 7am appointment at Childrens hospital for an ultrasound. They're watching Mason's Kidneys. We got there early, as planned so there was no stress trying to figure out where we needed to go. The women who did our ultrasound wasn't the friendliest person at first, but she grew on us. She ended up being nice. She educated us a lot on Masons condition with his kidneys, so we understood exactly what they were looking for and watching. She explained that even though we were referred over to them specifically for his kidneys that they still look at every single part of his body to make sure nothing was missed over at my OB. Not only did they check every single part of his little body, but they also did the same thing for Bailee. We are used to ultrasounds at my OB that are about an hour long. The longest ultrasound we ever had was the anatomy scan which was about 1.5/2 hours. We were not prepared for this ultrasound. We ended up sitting in this ultrasound for THREE and a half hours. We were shocked.

After our ultrasound we had a consult with a urologist who would explain everything they found in the ultrasound. Unfortunately, that wasn't until 1:30... so, we had to sit around Boston and wait a few hours before the appointment. Fortunately, I have the most amazing husband who brought me to the new Central Perk Cafe while we waited. Which for anyone who knows me, knows I am obsessed with friends and that was the HIGHLIGHT of my entire week.. or even month. It didn't really look like the actual central perk in the show, but they did a nice job inside with all the merchandise. They had a few orange couches you can sit on and take pictures on. All in all, it was pretty cool. I got a bagel with cream cheese despite not supposed to be eating that due to having gestational diabetes. My OB told me that I can cheat SOMETIMES and that felt like the perfect time to do so. Matt got some fancy caramel coffee which looked amazing. After we finished there, we still had some time to kill before our consult. Matt saw this place in Boston on TikTok called 'Snowport' in the Boston seaport. It a cute little area of shops, food and drinks with fake campfires, all decorated for Christmas. We went there and we sat and relaxed by a fake campfire. Matt got us food and a drink for himself, and we sat in a circle with a few people we didn't know. One guy was with his wife and baby, they sat down and immediately I asked how old she was. He said she was a month old. She was so cute. He said they had her just in time for Christmas. I said we will probably end up with Christmas babies as well, letting him know i was pregnant with twins. The women across from us said "you're having twins?!" I said yes, we are due Christmas eve. she shared that she is also a mother of twins! How exciting! Love meeting other twin moms. There is just something about a twin mom, they understand what you're going through more than any singleton mother would. Then the gentlemen with the baby said, " I am a twin!" -- WHAT A SMALL WORLD. We just happened to sit down in a circle with these people who all somehow had a connection with either being a twin or being a twin mom. How cool. We walked to this little shop where we bought a candle and me a Boston sweatshirt then left for our consultation. Overall, it was a good day. We managed to enjoy ourselves while stuck in Boston and it ended up being a good appointment for him. His kidneys look good they will just follow his hydronephrosis and want to have a follow up ultrasound and a Cystography to show whether any urine backs up into his kidneys to rule out reflux.

I slept the entire way home; I was absolutely exhausted from waking up so early. When we got home it was about 3:30/4:00pm I was still exhausted. I was supposed to pick Alanna up from the high school football game at 5:00. my husband is a sweetheart and offered to pick her up for me so I could sleep. I slept until about 6:30 when he woke me up for dinner. We watched some tv after dinner and just relaxed the rest of the night. Around 9:30 I started getting what I thought was Braxton hick's contractions...

[mypoisonedvine]

𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 || brother!stucky x reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 || it's a shame you and the rest of your siblings don't get together more often; in fact, it takes the death of your adopted mother for all of you to see each other again. but two of your brothers have been anticipating your return more than you could ever realize.

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 || 5.3k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 || smut (INCEST, oral f and m receiving, threesome, spitroasting, facefucking/throatfucking, orgasm control, degradation/praise, spanking and pain kink; slightly dub con due to emotional manipulation), mention of past voyeurism, dacryphilia/crying during sex, parental death (see summary)

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It was funny, now, to remember how ashamed Bucky used to be for his crush on his little sister; for years he starved and ignored his affection for you, until he caught Steve red-handed.

Well, maybe white-handed would be a better term. White-handed having just stroked himself while peeking on you in the shower. Since then, Bucky and Steve realized it would be easier to work together to get you than to compete for you and be jealous of each other.

The difficult thing was that siblings tend to grow apart once they've all moved out, and you seemed perfectly fine with that. They tried to call and write to keep in touch, but you never really reciprocated. In fact, when your mother passed, Steve and Bucky almost worried you would skip the funeral and they'd lose contact with you for good.

But you made it, and even in such a somber context they struggled to contain themselves seeing you in a little black dress as you walked into the church.

"Mom was a great woman," Bucky began stereotypically in his eulogy. "I know everyone says that about dead people. But in this case, most of you here know how true it is. She adopted fourteen children throughout her life; I'm so glad all of us could be here today, bringing with us all eight of her sons- and daughter-in-law and all nineteen of her grandchildren."

His eyes scanned the massive crowd and the rag-tag family, all shapes and sizes and colors, all smiling and teary-eyed as they gathered to bury the woman who cared for them so tenderly.

"Some of you were with Mom since you were born. Some of you were adopted at 16 and 17 and left just a few years later to make your own lives. All of us were blessed to be chosen by her. Thank you all for coming."

Bucky decided to end it there before he got emotional, and after the last of the burial rites had been made and Mom's ashes were interred, some of the siblings and spouses gathered at the old house-- Steve and Bucky lived there now, keeping the place together as best they could-- for some food and old memories.

Steve dipped away from the crowd and its bittersweet chatter and went upstairs, finding you in your old room. "Hey, what are you doing in here?"

"Admiring how much it all’s changed," you explained, looking back at him for only a moment before returning your gaze to the wall, decorated in pictures— only one of which was yours. "How many kids moved through here after I left?"

"I dunno, Bucky and I were long gone by then," he shrugged. You nodded a little, glancing at his lapel.

"Nice suit, by the way," you mumbled.

"Thanks, you look good, too," he returned. "Kinda surprised you didn't bring anyone with you, I've met a lot of great husbands and wives today... and a few less-than-great ones."

You snorted a little. "Yeah? Tara always had a taste for shit."

Steve admired your honesty, even with its bluntness, and you were right to assume that it was Tara's husband he was referring to.

"I could harass you for coming alone," you offered.

"It's not a surprise, is it?" he smirked.

"I think it is, what's the hold up? No time to date or what?"

"I have time," he corrected.

You raised an eyebrow. "Just can't find the right girl?"

"I found the right girl," he countered, stepping a little closer.

"Huh? When?"

"A long time ago," he smiled.

You wrinkled your brow, and he liked how cute you look all confused like that. "Do I know her?"

"Not as well as you think you do," he answered cryptically.

Just in time, Bucky opened the door. "Oh, hey, I was wondering where you two went," he greeted, shutting the door behind him— and, when you weren’t looking, silently locking it. "What are we doing?"

"We're grilling Steve on his mystery crush," you informed him. Bucky gave Steve a questioning look, but when Steve met it with a glare, he seemed to get the picture.

"Sounds like fun," he smiled.

"Do you know who it is?" you realized, pointing at Bucky.

"I have a few guesses," he chuckled.

"Well, tell me about her!" you demanded.

"What does it matter to you?" Steve wondered. "I didn't think you wanted to be close."

You winced; he regretted getting a bit defensive, and mumbled an apology. "No, it's okay," you shook your head, "you're right. I don't really have any right to know. But just because I've been quiet doesn't mean I wanted to be a stranger to you, Steve. You, too, Buck-- I'm sorry I've been hard to reach lately."

"It's no trouble," Bucky assured you.

"The truth is, I didn't want to come alone," you admitted. "I felt weird about bringing somebody. I felt weird about going through this by myself."

"You aren't by yourself, sweetheart, we're here," Bucky soothed, stepping closer as you wiped a small tear from the corner of your eye. He rubbed your arm a little and you sniffled quietly.

"Yeah, but that's... it's different," you explained awkwardly. "I think there's something about funerals that makes people want to have sex."

Steve almost choked on nothing, catching a quick look from Bucky. This is our chance, it said without words.

"Funerals make you horny?" Bucky chuckled, noticeably not letting go of your arm. "That's... abnormal."

"No, they don't make me horny, I just mean that grieving is complicated. It reminds us of our mortality. And I guess that makes us want to appreciate living more."

"That's fair," Steve decided. "Is sex the best way to appreciate living?"

"It's my personal favorite," you laughed, voice getting a bit deeper with your innuendo.

"I can sponsor that philosophy," Bucky grinned.

"We wanna be here for you, however you need," Steve assured, that firm-yet-soothing voice perfect for times like this.

"Don't say that, it sounds weird..." you sighed.

"Why? What's weird about it?" Bucky pressed.

"Well, ‘cause of what I just said. There are ways you guys can't help me through this," you clarified.

Steve shook his head. "I don't believe that. I think we can do anything for each other; I think we should."

You raised an eyebrow, like you weren't sure what he meant by that. Or, like you did know what he meant, but didn't quite believe it yet. Those eyebrows went up high when Steve leaned in a little closer, but you couldn't move away as Bucky embraced you.

"Steve," you said, as if you wanted his attention even though you already obviously had it.

"You know how much we love you, right?" Steve asked you quietly, closer now than ever as his eyes moved from meeting yours to staring down at your lips.

"Steve," you whispered again, almost like you wanted him to stop. Almost. He ignored it and kissed you, soft and gentle, cradling the back of your neck in his hand. Bucky kept his grip on your waist and watched you carefully give into it, hesitant at first but then kissing your brother back. Though he had to swallow down a tinge of jealousy, his cock started to fill as well at the sight.

When your lips broke away and your eyes fluttered open, your gaze met Bucky's nervously-- like you were looking for his approval. You must have seen his need instead, his burning passion, because you seemed a little intimidated.

"We shouldn't do this..." you mumbled, trailing off.

"Yeah, probably not," Bucky agreed, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you in to kiss him. He wasn't as gentle as Steve, now that you were getting used to this. He had to move his grip to the back of your head to move you how he wanted, kissing you deep and hard right away; you made a little noise, like a moan or a yelp, and it was cut off by him pressing his lips on yours harder, sliding his tongue further into your mouth.

Call it aggressive if you want, but he felt you shake a little; your knees were getting a bit weak.

Steve all but pulled your face away to kiss you again, a little more desperate now, like he was jealous of Bucky's intensity with you and wanted to give it a shot. Bucky moved to kiss your neck instead, growling slightly as he fought the urge to rub his body up against yours; he was so fucking hard already. Only you ever got him this hard this fast, and he hadn't felt like this since you were all teenagers and this was just a sick little fantasy. Now it was real, surreal even, and it was better than he imagined it could be.

You moaned, properly this time, as he grazed his teeth over your pulse, and he smiled against your skin. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered to you, spinning your back to press you into Steve's form; your back was to his chest, Bucky sinking to his knees before you as Steve held your face up to kiss you from behind. Bucky licked and kissed over your legs through your pantyhose, reaching up under your dress to slowly pull them down to gather at your ankles.

He couldn't find the wherewithal to tease you much now, he didn't know if you were going to sober up and push them away soon, so he had to act quickly. Kissing up your legs, he gently slid your dress up higher and higher until your panties were exposed and he could kiss your thighs.

You whimpered when he kissed you through the panties, and he saw your eyes open and your face break away from Steve's to look down at him. "Bucky," you mumbled, clearly a bit disoriented but not looking like you wanted him to stop. If anything, your eyes were begging him to keep going, to give you more.

He silently met your gaze as he reached up to pull the underwear down; though Bucky never broke eye contact, Steve was transfixed on the fabric sliding down your legs, on your pussy exposed as you shivered in his arms.

"Can I taste you?" Bucky asked, and you stammered over several different answers.

"Say yes, baby," Steve encouraged you, whispering right into your ear.

"Yes," you sighed, and Bucky pounced immediately, burying his face between your legs and lapping at you eagerly. "Oh, fuck," you moaned, head falling back onto Steve's broad shoulder as your legs shook around Bucky's head. Steve smiled at your expression, eyes heavy-lidded and swollen lips gone slack; totally cockdrunk already and you hadn't even seen their cocks yet. But Steve gave you a little preview by pressing himself up against the small of your back, seeing your eyes widen a bit at the feeling of his erection.

"How's she taste?" he asked his brother.

"So fuckin' good," Bucky growled, only breaking away from you as briefly as possible before diving back in and shoving his tongue inside you. Steve could almost tell what Bucky was doing just by watching your face. You bit your lip as Bucky sucked harder on your clit, and Steve was so overcome by the sight that he had to grab your hand and guide it to rub his cock through his suit trousers.

He had to close his eyes for a moment just to control himself; feeling your hand on him was like a lifetime of fantasies coming true. You didn't just let him move your hand for you, either... you explored him yourself, doing your best to all but jerk him off through his pants. He almost lost it when you reached down to cup his balls.

"Fuck," Steve hissed, "you're being so naughty, rubbing my cock like that."

Your darkened eyes twinkled a bit, and he leaned in to kiss that smug smirk right off your lips. He wanted to taste every moan that Bucky made you let out, and through the kiss Steve caught a glimpse of you rocking your hips onto Bucky's face.

"Are you close?" Steve asked you quietly, feeling you nod and try to kiss him again; but he wouldn't have that, not yet.

He picked you up suddenly, making you yelp quietly in shock as he tossed you back onto the bed. Bucky stood up and the two of them descended upon you, Steve opening your legs while Bucky kissed you with a mouth still coated in your taste.

"I wanted you, for so long," Steve admitted between teasing licks to your cunt, holding your thighs open to get a good look at his little sister's pussy. "In this bed, too. Thought about you so many times, about taking you here."

"Oh god," you groaned, muffled by Bucky's kiss. Steve smiled proudly when he saw you reach up to wrap your arms around Bucky's neck; there was no running from it now, you obviously wanted this and they were both more than happy to give it to you.

Steve ate you out with a bit more sensitivity than Bucky, preferring to keep you desperate and on the edge as much as possible. Sometimes all he would do was circle your clit with his tongue, other times he would hold your thighs tight and just dig in; you didn't seem to mind the unpredictability, your legs already shaking and clamping down on his head.

"No coming yet, sweetheart, I think Steve has bigger plans for you," Bucky cooed when you whined in disappointment as Steve pulled away again.

"Much bigger plans," Steve agreed as he sat back to palm his cock through his pants before unzipping his fly. They both laughed at the way you watched his hands like a hawk.

"Wanna see your brother's cock that bad?" Bucky taunted. "Can't blame you for being curious. You probably had to hear his girlfriends screaming through those thin walls each time he brought somebody home."

"I think you liked hearing it, huh?" Steve added. "You probably pressed your ear up against the wall, even though it made you feel sick to imagine me like that."

"I was just a kid..." you defended. Not in the 'I was just a kid, I didn't know about that stuff' way, though. Moreso in the 'I was just a kid, you can't blame me for being attracted to my own brothers' way.

"No, don't be embarrassed, it's okay," Bucky soothed. "It's good, it's alright. Doesn't it feel right, being with us now?"

But you were too distracted to answer, because Steve opened his pants and pulled his cock out and you were blinking rapidly as you stared at it. "Fuck," you moaned.

Steve saw your pussy clench just from looking at it. He knew it was going to be a struggle to keep from just slamming right into you, ignoring your pain and finally claiming you. He made a silent promise to himself to be gentle and ease it in, but he had to grip his cock tight to stop it from throbbing already.

"You're gonna take it all, right?" Bucky asked you, dead serious.

"Y-yes, I'll try," you sighed, looking up at Bucky as Steve began to rub himself over your entrance. "You can have my mouth, while he fucks me..."

Bucky smiled at your generous offer. "No, I think I'll just watch your face for now. Wanna see you take him for the first time."

You seemed embarrassed that he turned down your blowjob, and honestly, he liked how you looked like that. He cradled your face and stroked your cheek gently as Steve teased you, pushing his head just slightly against your opening, not even going in yet.

"You're soaking wet, and I still don't know if it's gonna fit," Steve warned. "Just don't get too loud in case somebody hears us."

"You know how thin the walls are," Bucky added with a wink.

But he had to bite his lip as he watched your mouth fall open, Steve having just barely put his head inside you. He wasn't even past the ridge of it yet and you were starting to look fucked-out. Another inch and you were gasping, gripping Bucky's arms hard as he nodded slightly in encouragement.

Steve slid forward again and your eyes rolled back. "F-fuck, is that all of it?" you whimpered.

"Baby, this isn't even halfway," Steve cooed, and you whined as he gave you a little more.

"You can take it," Bucky promised, "c'mon, be our good girl and take Stevie's cock." You groaned deeply as he pushed in more, and Bucky spared a glance at your spread legs. "So close, just a little more and he'll be all the way inside you."

"I can't, I— oh, I can't," you whined, but Bucky soothed you gently.

"Shh, you can do it," he encouraged, "so fuckin' close, baby, just a little more..."

You choked when Steve slid that last bit in, the sound almost drowned out by Steve's loud moan. "Oh god," he breathed, "sweetheart, you're so perfect, you feel fucking perfect..."

Bucky kissed a small tear away from the corner of your eye, feeling how hot your cheeks were. "It's okay to cry," Bucky whispered.

"Did you let yourself cry yet?" Steve wondered, staying still inside you to let you adjust. You were one of the few who hadn't been very emotional during the service. You shook your head.

"Let it out, baby, we're right here, it's all gonna be okay," Bucky promised.

You slowly let yourself begin to sob, clutching at Bucky as Steve slowly moved within you. Soon enough, you adjusted, and your whimpers of pain melted into sobs of pleasure. Bucky loved seeing you submit to it all, realizing that this was what you’d been waiting for all this time.

“Feels good?” he asked you, seeing you bite your lip and nod. “You like getting fucked by your brother, huh?”

“Yes,” you sighed, tightening your grip on Bucky’s bicep, “fuck, it feels good…”

"Ever been this full, baby?" Bucky taunted, smiling when you shook your head. "Yeah, didn't think so. But you're taking it so good..."

The praise obviously had an effect on you, a needy whine escaping your lips.

“You want it a little harder, don’t you?” Bucky teased, seeing you start to rock harder with each of Steve’s thrusts the second you nodded. “How deep is it baby?” he asked gently.

Instead of answering, you grabbed his hand and guided it to your stomach, where Bucky could feel the tip of Steve’s cock poking you from the inside, right by your belly button.

“How deep do you want me in you?” Bucky continued, grinning when you brought his hand up to your throat and wrapped his grip around it. He couldn’t say no to that, not twice; he hastily opened his belt and fly, letting you get a good look at his cock as he stroked it above your face before teasingly running the tip around your open lips. “Ohh, fuck,” he sighed as you finally got your lips around it and started to suckle, gently exploring him with your tongue, “baby, you’ve got such a sweet fuckin’ mouth.”

He pushed his hips a bit to force his cock deeper, just the tip of him making you gag already. Your jaw was extended wide, your throat bobbing as you struggled to breathe or swallow, and Bucky couldn’t get enough of it. “She looks good sucking cock,” Steve noted, making Bucky take a glance at the man roughly plowing into you.

“I’ll say,” Bucky agreed. “Feels good, too— who taught you to suck cock like that, huh baby? Were you being a bad girl when we told you to stay away from guys in high school?” he asked you mockingly.

They both laughed when you nodded.

“Aww, shoulda known,” Bucky smirked, “you were always too pretty to be a good girl. But you can still be our good girl.”

Bucky propped your head back with a hand behind your neck, getting the right angle to start forcing himself down your throat. With a little patience he was able to get in, and he accidentally pulled your hair as his fist tightened from shock at the pleasure.

“F-fuck,” he stammered, “Jesus Christ your throat is tight, you tryin’ to make me come already sweetheart?”

“I think she wants to swallow it,” Steve interjected, “she’s getting so wet from sucking you off.”

“What a little cumslut,” Bucky teased, “so eager to swallow your big brother’s come. You know, it’s funny that we’re siblings who don’t actually share any genetics…”

“‘Cause you’re gonna be full of our DNA by the time we’re through with you,” Steve finished with a chuckle.

Bucky started to thrust in earnest, filling your throat each time, watching the outline of his cock visible on your neck. When he gave you breaks to breathe, you moaned like he couldn’t describe: desperate, broken, animalistic. This was nothing like the innocent little sister he’d been crushing on when this all started… you were a woman now, so much had changed since then— maybe everything but his attraction to you.

Speaking of you being a woman, Bucky reached down to tear your dress open, his cock preventing you from protesting to the ruining of a perfectly good outfit, stripping you so he could grab at your tits as he fucked your face. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby, you were meant to be stuffed with cock like this…” he groaned.

When he gave you another break so you could catch your breath, you still used the time to run your tongue all over him and stroke just his head quickly. You even hungrily laved at his balls and he had to laugh at how unabashed you were.

“Had no idea our sweet little sister was such a fucking slut,” Bucky hummed. “Were you always like this? Or is it just for us?”

“Just you, fuck, Bucky, I just love the taste of your cock,” you admitted, and even Steve moaned a little louder when he heard that.

“God, I need to feel your pussy,” Bucky blurted out in a moan, and Steve thankfully took the instruction and pulled out of you as Bucky did the same. You seemed a little confused and upset to be suddenly empty, but it wouldn’t last long; Bucky grabbed and maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, kicking your legs apart to kneel between them as he slid himself over your drenched opening.

Steve, meanwhile, sat back on the bed, starting to grab your hair to guide you to suck him off before Bucky interjected.

“Look back at me,” he demanded, purring when your eyes met his— they were so dark, so desperate, and he could hardly believe this was the same girl who had been so hesitant before. “Yeah, that’s it,” Bucky praised, watching your face as he pushed himself into you.

But he couldn’t even manage to keep doing that, and his eyes fell shut in a moment; you felt so good he felt like he had to shut his eyes to cope with it.

“Fucking Christ, you’re still so tight even after taking Stevie,” he breathed, grabbing at your hips hard enough to bruise them. He opened his eyes to watch his cock stretching you open, hardly believing how wide he was splitting you. You didn’t seem to believe it either, with the way you whined at the stretch. Bucky wasn’t quite as long as Steve, but thicker, and your walls tightened around him so hard he started to see stars.

When you were starting to get your bearings again, Steve pulled your head down into his lap and pushed his cock against your face, smiling at you when you met his gaze and licked long, slow stripes up his cock. “You can taste yourself, can’t you?” Steve realized. “You can taste your pussy on me.”

“Tastes good,” you purred. “I like how we taste together.”

“You need to shut up, I don’t wanna hear you talking like a whore,” Steve growled, shoving his cock into your mouth and down your throat roughly. “Fuck, that’s better,” he sighed, bobbing your head with a tight grip on your hair.

With your mouth full, Bucky was compelled to fuck you harder, and soon enough he was slamming himself into you relentlessly, his thighs slapping into the back of yours so hard he almost worried someone else would hear (but, of course, he didn’t really have the energy to worry about that now).

“Fuck!” you screamed when you got a moment to breathe, drool and tears running down your face and chin from Steve’s brutality.

“Tell me how good my cock feels,” Bucky ordered you roughly. “Tell me how good I’m fucking you.”

“S-so good, Bucky, fuck,” you choked, stroking Steve’s cock as you tried to put a sentence together. “Your cock feels so good, f-fuck me just like that, as hard as you want, I’m all yours.”

“Fuck yeah you are,” Bucky agreed with a slap to your ass that made you moan even louder. “Oh fuck, you wanna be spanked more?”

He grinned when you nodded, though it fell quickly just from how hard he was breathing as a result of the exertion of fucking you this hard. He gave you two more slaps to your ass, watching you shudder with each one. “Do you know why you’re being spanked, baby?” Steve asked you, holding your face up by your chin and forcing you to look at him.

You shook your head.

“Because you’ve been a very bad girl,” Steve explained. “You know you’re not supposed to wanna fuck your brothers.”

“I’m sorry,” you gasped, “I’m sorry, I— ow!”

You yelped from another spank, and another— Bucky even pulled out for a second and gave you three incredibly hard ones before sitting back up to slam right back into you. By that point, your whole body was basically limp and your pussy was throbbing so hard it nearly hurt.

Steve fucked your throat a little more before he decided to just kiss you instead, guiding you to stroke him with his hand wrapped around yours. He mumbled praises against your lips, though he spoke them with such vitriol that they sounded more like insults somehow.

“You’re taking Buck so good, baby, such a good fucking girl,” Steve growled as you nodded and whined absent-mindedly. “I bet you wanna come, don’t you? I know you were so close to coming for me, you wanna come for Bucky now?”

You nodded again, and Steve smiled at you darkly.

“Not until I say so, sweetheart.”

You whimpered, though it turned into a sob as Steve reached down under you to rub your clit just beneath where Bucky was fucking you. “S-Stevie,” you sobbed, “please…”

“Just hold on a little longer and I’ll let you come,” Steve promised, though Bucky wasn’t so sure it was genuine. He understood why Steve would feel a little robbed of feeling you come for them for the first time, but he figured there would be plenty of chances to be inside you while you came; there was never any intention to stop at just one.

However, Steve kept his promise, holding you by your neck and staring right at you as he told you to come for Bucky, right then and there. And that you did, making the most perfect sounds and Bucky felt your body start to grip him tighter, pulsing and quivering to the point that he almost joined in and came inside you. But he barely managed to keep it together, stilling inside you and breathing through his teeth to try to hold it back.

“Feels good when she comes, huh?” Steve noticed.

Bucky couldn’t even speak, just nod with his eyes shut tight.

“My turn,” Steve grinned, pulling you off of Bucky’s cock and setting you into his lap. Bucky enjoyed the break to cool off a bit, even though his body cried out to feel more of your perfect heat around him. He watched with heavy eyes as Steve lined you up and sunk you down onto his cock, helping you bounce on him even when you were a bit spent from having just come.

It wasn’t just the soreness in your muscles that made it hard to move on top of Steve; you were so sensitive now that it was nearly too much, and in this position he went so deep that it made your head spin.

“Fuck, wasn’t sure it would fit, but I should’ve known my best girl can always take me,” Steve cooed proudly.

Bucky slowly stroked himself as he watched the scene unfold, Steve holding your hips tight and guiding you to grind against him. You shuddered with every movement, falling forward into him limply.

“Oh, poor thing, you’re so tired, aren’t you?” he realized. “But you’re already close to coming again for me. I wanna feel your pussy grip me as you come, sweetheart, don’t stop moving your hips…”

You whined and buried your face into his neck, gripping his shoulders and starting to move on your own carefully. Steve whispered his praises against your ear, running his hands all over your body— taking special care to squeeze and massage your tits, smiling when he realized your nipples were sensitive. You whimpered each time he pinched them, and Bucky decided to get back into action just in time to kiss you while Steve sucked on them.

Of course, he wasn’t satisfied with just that… he had to reach down between your and Steve’s bodies and pinch your swollen clit. “Bucky!” you whined into the kiss, making him laugh. There’s the annoying little sister I remember, he thought to himself.

“C’mon and come for Stevie, you don’t want him to feel left out do you?” Bucky smirked. “I know you’re close, just let it go, we’re right here, we’ve got you…”

Apparently it was all you needed, your fingers digging into Steve’s shoulders as you started to shake harder and moan louder. “That’s it,” Steve groaned, trying to praise you but quickly getting caught up in the way it felt to be inside you as you reached your high. Bucky kept kissing you but you were clearly unfocused, and soon Steve was lifting you up away from both of them to lay you back on the bed.

Some unspoken agreement took place as they knelt above you, and both having held themselves back for so long, it didn’t take too much time furiously stroking their cocks before they covered you in their come; your pussy got most of it, though there was still some on your face and tits and thighs. Even through the post-orgasm fog, you still moaned at the feeling of it. And when some of Steve’s come landed on your lips, you happily licked it up and swallowed it.

You were so in and out of awareness, drained completely by the experience, and before you knew it you saw them having recomposed themselves (because they had the benefit of untorn clothes— thanks for that one, Buck) and looking down at you spread wide on your childhood bed, spent and used.

“I get it now,” Steve explained quietly, “why funerals make people want to have sex.”

He sat beside you on the bed, leaning down to whisper to you.

“Because some people like all the wrong things. People like us…” he breathed. “Guess it runs in the family.”

And without another word, they quietly unlocked the door and left to return to the gathering. “We’ll tell them you left early, sweetheart,” Bucky explained just before he shut the door behind himself. “Just wait for us and we’ll be back soon to do it all over again. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

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5+17 w hyunjae? i hope it kinda fits apmd sorry for so many requests

Hyunjae + Angst -Don't be sorry, I've had fun writing them!!-

(I want you to list every lie you ever told me. Then, I'll forgive you. + Do you not trust me?)

"It sucks that you had to work last night! We had a blast!"

The words an acquaintance of yours told you when you ran into each other at the coffee shop this morning played in your head all day. You had no idea what she had been referring to, and when you asked her to elaborate, you found yourself in a cascade of lies.

Apparently, your boyfriend has had many nights out without your knowledge. It was nearly a weekly thing for this group to get together and go out, and you'd never even heard about it until now. On accident.

You scoff the more you think about it. Even worse, you've been invited to these nights out, but Hyunjae always made an excuse for you. You had plans or you were working. More like you didn't know anything about it.

Why has he been hiding this from you? Why has he been lying to you and telling you he had to stay over at work on nights he was out partying? What game is he playing? You plan to find out the second he gets home, which should be any moment now.

Stewing in anger, you finally hear your boyfriend enter the apartment. You quietly sit on the couch as he greets you and moves through the kitchen. For a while, you watch him, wondering what is going on in his mind. He seems like his normal self, and the fact that he's been hiding something from you and acting normal the whole time sets you on edge.

"I'm so exhausted," he says as he plops down next to you on the couch.

You hum. "I guess a long night of partying will do that to you."

Through the couch, you can feel his body freeze, but he plays it off well. He looks over at you with a confused expression, and it immediately pisses you off. "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Jaehyun," you harshly reply, making sure to use his birth name instead of his nickname. "I ran into Lia. She told me how sorry she was that I couldn't make it out last night."

The blood drains from his face once he realizes he's caught and your stomach turns. You're going to be sick.

"I can explain," he immediately says. "There were some nights that you really were busy, but the others… I don't know… I just enjoyed being out by myself and not having to worry about anyone else. I felt free."

His words hurt you and they do little to make you feel better. They also make you question your entire relationship. "Felt free? I didn't realize you felt trapped."

His eyes widen and he opens his mouth to refute your words, but you carry on before he can. The damage is already done. "Regardless, that's a horrible reason for you to continuously lie to me. Not to mention, how would you feel if I did something like this?"

A grimace crosses his face and you know how much he'd hate it. How much it'd hurt him. He'd be furious, just like you. "I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't mean for it to turn into this huge secret, and I wasn't thinking about the consequences if you ever found out…"

You stay silent, wondering where you even go from here. Hyunjae leans forward to capture your gaze. "Please, forgive me… I'll do whatever you want."

"I want you to list every lie you've ever told me. Then, I'll forgive you… Actually, then I'll consider forgiving you."

A hurt expression crosses his features. "Do you not trust me?"

Disgust hits you before any other emotion. "Hell no, I don't trust you. You've been lying to me for months. Consider it a miracle that I don't just break up with you instead."

You don't think Hyunjae truly thought about the ramifications of his actions. If you didn't find out, then he wasn't really hurting anybody and it wasn't a big deal.

Only it is. The lies. The deception. The fact that he wanted to feel "free". That worries you and makes you think that you're more invested in this relationship than he is.

Maybe the two of you shouldn't be together. Maybe what you need to do is set Hyunjae free.

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*.• Si vis amari.

II. The Sun.

in which 18 year old gojo satoru is left in charge of 6 year old fushiguro megumi and 8 year old tsumiki fushiguro, with the help of 17 year old nanami suki (oc).

word count: 3280

I. The Moon.

Soft light crept through the curtains, and Suki turned around to protect her sleepy eyes, stretching her whole body as she groaned, legs shaking as she did. She scratched her head, hair falling on her eyes, and the blonde sat up, eyes getting used to the new light of the room before a voice interrupted her awakening.

“Gojo I told you you’d sleep on the floor, get the fu-”.

Kento opened his eyes, hair messy and an angry expression plastered in his face. But his sight found only his twin, instead of the white haired boy.

The blonde was as confused, looking around and finding herself in a room different to the one she had fallen asleep into.

They both got up, Suki opening the windows and Kento making the bed.

“Though you were taking the couch”.

“I did”, she answered, looking through the window, rolling her eyes at the thought of Satoru changing places with her.

The blonde walked to her bedroom, opening the door to a sleeping Fushiguro on her bed, the kid snorting peacefully. She closed the door again, and this time walked to the living room.

It was empty, and so was the kitchen, and Suki felt her stomach sink. Had Gojo simply left them with the kid? It didn’t sound like him, but neither did this whole situation. He was acting very strangely, honestly, maybe…

She shook her head, shaking the thought away, and walking to the kitchen to make breakfast.

“Any idea where Gojo is?”, she asked out loud, making coffee.

“Nope”, her brother replied, rubbing his eyes as he sat at the kitchen table, “But he better be back to get the kid”.

Suki poured two coffees, one with milk and the other black, and sat in front of her brother, as he opened a bag of croissants that rested on the table.

“Can you get the juice from the fridge?”, Kento asked, earning a groan from his twin.

“Could have said before I sat down, couldn’t you Ken?”, she complained, as her hand found the fridge door.

Stuck with a magnet, a note caught her attention: “Call me when u wake up, we have something to pick up. Bring hedgehog kid! -Toru xx”. The girl sighed, throwing the note to her brother’s head as she sat back down with the juice box.

Kento read it and didn’t bother asking, he simply poured two glasses of juice, croissant hanging from his mouth as he did so.

The twins had breakfast in silence, still waking up, throwing glances at each other that they understood like words.

“This is crazy”.

“I mean, it’s Gojo we’re talking about. Of course it’s crazy”.

Kento snorted softly.

“You sure it’s a good idea? You can handle it, Sue?”.

The girl looked away, rolling her eyes in the process, and got up to prepare a cup of chocolate milk, ignoring her brother’s worried glances.

But Kento couldn’t ignore his worry. His sister and himself had been through enough, and the past months had been very rough on Suki. He didn’t want her to put any more pressure on herself, with all the missions they were giving her.

He couldn’t ask her again before Suki had already left the room, opening the door of her bedroom again, and walking to open the blinds slightly.

The sun filled the room with small squares of light, just enough to allow the blonde to locate everything around her.

She crouched next to the bed, gently shaking the kid, calling him softly as he started to open his eyes, covered by his messy raven hair.

“Good morning, Fushiguro… Breakfast is ready, and I’ll run you a bath. We’ll meet up Gojo later”.

The kid rubbed his eyes as he sat up, looking at his surroundings in an initial post-sleep confusion, but soon nodding at her words.

Suki noticed he had one of her old plushies next to him, a fluffy panda whose left ear had been lost to a dog in the park, but she didn’t say anything, simply getting up again and fully opening blinds and windows this time.

She made the bed as the kid left, and closed the door to put on some clothes. She then did her make up (there’s no reason why a strong sorcerer shouldn’t look good, if death is always around the corner anyways), and braided her hair, before heading to the bathroom to prepare the bath for the kid, and brush her teeth.

It wasn’t that different from her usual morning routine, she realised, and it hadn’t even been that much work to get Megumi to get up. He maybe wasn’t the sweetest kid, but he was as well behaved as one could expect.

And, being honest with herself, as he walked in the bathroom with sleepy eyes, and chocolate milk all over his face, Suki didn’t even mind having him around that much.

She put some towels in the towel warmer, left the kid’s clothes in the sink, and exited the bathroom to pick up her car keys, and her phone from the couch, eyes opening wide at her new lockscreen: a selfie Gojo had taken with her sleeping figure that night.

She unlocked it, searching for his name on her contact list, while Kento washed the dishes in the kitchen, the sound of the water making the girl walk to the balcony.

“Oh good morning, Susu”, Satoru greeted her through the phone.

“Morning, Gojo. Fushiguro is taking a bath, once he’s finished and ready we’ll go… What’s all this about? You didn’t stay for breakfast”.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry about that. Needed to do something first thing in the morning”, he simply said, avoiding the main question, “I’ll send you an address, yeah? And we’ll meet there, let's say… in an hour?”.

“Mhm, sounds good to me. Want us to bring something? I’m taking the car”.

“Stop to get something sweet for breakfast… It’s very important- no, crucial, to the plan”.

Suki rolled her eyes, but agreed, and she hung up when the bathroom door opened. She chuckled softly at the kid, wet hair falling on his eyes, and put her phone in her back pocket to grab the towel from his hands.

The kid looked up at her through the wet strands, like a cat who’s been caught by the rain, and Suki threw it over his head, drying his hair gently.

“If you don’t dry your hair well, you'll catch a cold, kid. And it will look weird”.

“I don’t care how it looks… Are we going to get the big baby now?”, the boy said, referring to Satoru, and earning a laugh from Kento.

“Yeah, Gojo wants us to go to an address… Here”, the girl explained, showing the kid the message, “We’ll go in my car and-”.

The kid’s face had changed, and Suki stopped talking, confused. He looked away from her and the phone, his energy switching to a weary one.

Just then, the blonde girl looked back at the text message, clicking on the address. It was a primary school.

“Fushiguro… Do you know why Gojo is sending us to a school?”.

“It’s not my school, I was kicked out…”, even his voice was different, “But, uhm-...”

“It’s my sister’s”.

( . . . )

The white haired boy waited outside, back pressed against the wall of the school’s entrance.

Mothers and older sisters were starting to gather around, waiting for their kids and siblings outside, some of their eyes caught by the handsome boy that stood unbothered under the sun, scrolling down his phone.

He looked up, blue eyes shielded by his round sunglasses meeting a pair of brown ones. The girl blushed, looking away immediately, and Satoru smirked as he looked around, looking for Nanami’s car this time.

A black Citroen C3 took the corner, and Satoru waved at it, signaling Nanami to park in front of where he was.

He put his phone in his pocket, followed by his hands, and he started walking towards the car. But then he felt it, Six Eyes sending him a very clear message right there: Nanami was angry. Very angry.

“Gojo Satoru, how could you do this to us?!”, she yelled, followed by the younger Fushiguro.

Gojo opened his eyes in surprise, knowing exactly what she was doing. They wanted to embarrass him.

“I work TWO jobs just to keep us all going, I offered to help you with YOUR mistress’ kid after SHE left YOU, and you don’t even have the guts to tell me… there’s ANOTHER KID?!”.

All the girls that just minutes before eyed him up and down, now looked at him with disgust, and Gojo felt his cheeks grow redder by second.

“Nanami-san has done so much for us, and you still lied to her, you’re gross!”, Megumi added, pulling up his best distressed kid act.

At the entrance of the school, a teacher waited with the few kids that hadn’t left with their horrified parents already. Behind a tall, blonde boy, a small girl with a dark ponytail looked at Megumi with confusion.

Megumi ran to her, the teacher recognising the problematic child as her brother, and didn’t bother asking who the screaming teenagers were. She had heard about the Fushiguro sibling’s parents, so she wasn’t surprised nor doubted that everything the blonde was yelling was true.

It didn’t seem too strange for Tsumiki’s mother to have had an affair and fled, and it was known by everyone at the school that Megumi’s father had been out of the picture for almost a year now.

She did, however, feel bad about that poor girl. She looked truly hurt, and having to take care of a kid like Fushiguro…

“But Suki I-“, Gojo tried to get her to shut up, eyes apologising with urgency.

“Get in the car Satoru, I can’t even- I can’t even look at you right now. Let’s go kids”.

Megumi and his sister were soon sitting in the back of the car, followed by Suki, and lastly by Gojo.

The younger boy looked at Suki through the mirror, and the girl met his eyes, before they crashed into laughs, much to Gojo’s displeasure.

When they calmed down, and Suki apologised to Gojo with the cinnamon rolls she had bought, Megumi explained the situation to his sister. How their father wasn’t going to come back, and neither was their mother.

Tsumiki was very scared at the beginning, for the both of them, but when the pretty blonde senior pulled up at their apartment, and called Megumi by his name, she felt very relieved.

Megumi never let anyone call him by his first name, as he didn’t like it. Only she herself was allowed, as she didn’t really remember her mother or his father being around that much anyways. But if he let that girl do it too, then she was truly trustworthy.

“Megumi, why didn’t you tell me about Tsumiki, hm?”, she asked, and the little girl felt shy under her intimidating eyes.

“I dunno”, he shrugged a little, inexpressive eyes on hers, “I didn’t think I’d stay with you for too long, she’d have been okay with the neighbours until I got ba-”.

Tsumiki gasped when the blonde girl put her hand on Megumi’s head, messing his hair. But to her surprise, her brother didn’t do anything more than sighing and rolling his eyes, starting to walk towards the building, followed by the girl.

She looked at them with big eyes, then up at the white haired boy, who gave her a big smile.

“Did you know Toji?”, the little girl asked him, as they too started walking.

“Mhm. Before he decided to leave forever, he asked me to keep an eye on ‘Gumi. You know, ‘cause he can be kiiiinda problematic sometimes”.

The little girl laughed, nodding shyly, and the boy’s smile grew. At least this one liked him.

They walked to the apartment door, slightly open as Megumi was inside, while Suki stood in front of the door next to it, talking to an old woman.

She bent down, hands pressed together, as she thanked the lady who looked at her with a sweet, warm smile.

“Thank you so much for taking care of them these past months, Hosho-san. My husband and I will take on from here... We found out a few days ago about what happened to Fushiguro-san and his wife… and we came all the way from Kioto just yesterday. I hope they haven’t been too much work, and my husband is more than willing to help with any economic matter that they can have caused to your family”.

Gojo smirked at her words. Suki’s ability to create stories to get them out of trouble had been saving their asses for years now, and it never stopped amazing him. Plus, pretending that Fushiguro senior was a family friend, and they were a young marriage taking the kids, was the perfect story to keep away anyone suspicious of them.

“Oh, no, no, dear. They’re wonderful, please don’t worry about anything. It’s more than enough to know that someone will be taking proper care of them from now on”.

Suki nodded and gave the old woman a smile, before Gojo wrapped his arm around her, chin resting on top of her head.

“Megumi is already picking up his things, baby. Why don’t you go help him and Tsumiki while I thank Hosho-san here?”.

He also gave the lady a smile, a charming, sweet one, and the woman blushed softly with a chuckle. Suki smiled, rolling her eyes as she walked in, leaving the white haired boy to continue adding to their story so she could help the kids without any other neighbour coming around.

Tsumiki was sitting in the living room, a yellow bag with white flowers already prepared on the floor. It didn’t take too much for anyone to realise Megumi had prepared it for her, as he walked in first and was still starting his.

The blonde girl sighed softly, sitting on the couch next to the little girl, who put her hands on her own lap, holding them together to hide the way they were slightly shaking.

Suki wasn’t sure about Megumi’s plan, using his first name so Tsumiki would see her as someone of trust, but at least they had found her.

“Tsumiki-”.

“Thank you for taking us in, Nanami-san!”, the little girl almost yelled, head down.

Nanami looked at her with soft eyes, a little smile plastered on her face as she nodded.

“Would you like me to braid your hair like mine, while we wait? I think it’d look good on you, Tsumiki”.

Her hair was almost matted, knots making it impossible to even try to brush it. The little girl sobbed when the scissors started snapping, balls of blonde hair falling at her feet.

The also young boy sighed deeply as he continued to cut his sister's hair, both of them eight by the time.

“It’ll grow again, healthier”.

“I look like a boy!”, the little girl sobbed harder.

Her brother sighed, holding her in his arms, and shook his head.

“When it grows again, I’ll learn how to braid it okay? I promise. You won’t need mom to do it. I will do it”.

The little girl sniffed softly, rubbing her eyes with her little shaky hands, but nodded.

“Thank you, Ken”.

The little girl looked up at her with bright eyes, nodding her head fast and excitedly, and Suki signaled her to go get a hair brush and a ribbon, which the little girl ran to do.

Her hair was lighter than Megumi’s, not exactly black, but a dark shade of brown, very straight and shiny. She was too young to have any heat damage, and Suki brushed it carefully, as the younger girl looked at their reflection on the TV while sitting as still as she could.

From Megumi’s bedroom, Gojo stood against the door frame, moving his eyes from the kid to the girls. Suki had managed to calm down the little girl immediately, and she had gotten Megumi to collaborate with her all day.

She had a weird talent he didn’t have. He could make Tsumiki laugh, and could get Megumi to follow him, but he couldn’t get them to relax, to trust like Nanami had in a night and barely an hour.

Satoru opened his mouth to speak, just in time for Suki’s phone to start ringing. On top of the screen, a name popped up: Kitamura Nagisa.

Suki finished tying the ribbon to the little girl’s braid, and just then realised she had forgotten her plans for the day, a wave of anxiety hitting her like a truck.

“Your phone’s ringing, Suk- Oh”, Gojo spoke, watching her sit there, blocked, phone in hand, “What are you doing?”.

The blonde girl simply signaled him to shut up, taking a deep breath before picking up.

“Hey, Nanami”, the boy’s voice was raspy, and Suki sighed softly at it, ears turning red just by the sound, “Are you okay? I sent you like twelve messages, are we still meeting for lunch? I’ve been waiting here for fifteen minutes now”.

Suki bit her lip, looking at the kids, both of them ready now as Megumi walked out of the room with his bag.

“I- Uh… I am so sorry, Kitamura, I should have called you but something important came up, and I… I forgot completely”.

The boy chuckled softly, Suki’s embarrassment noticeable in her voice.

“No worries, Nanami… Is everything okay? Anything I can help you with?”.

“Hm… actually just… a family friend passed away!”, she spit out, and in front of her, Gojo raised an eyebrow, not understanding why the Suki was so nervous.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Nanami, I had no idea”.

Suki sighed. She didn’t want to lie to Nagisa. But she definitely couldn’t tell him the truth.

“Thank you, it’s just… He had two kids, and he didn’t have any more family… So it was either Kento and I , or my parents taking them in…”, she almost whispered the last part, avoiding Satoru’s confused gaze, “So you know, we kind of had to do it. A friend and I are helping them with their stuff right now”.

All she got for a minute was a hum, and silence, her heart beating faster than ever before inside her ribcage.

“Why don’t we have dinner together then, yes? I’ll bring take out, and I’ll help you get everything ready”.

Gojo frowned at his words. He had heard Nanami and Shoko talk about that boy, Kitamura, before. But he didn’t know the blonde girl and him were close like that, to have secrets that he apparently didn’t know.

It’s not like it angered him, or anything, he’d explain, it just annoyed him that Suki hadn’t told him. Yeah, that was it, and that’s that.

“You don’t mind? Kento will be home…”.

“And so will I! Is it a problem, Kitamura, huh?”, Satoru’s voice rose over Suki’s, getting a death glare from the girl.

“Not a problem at all. Any friend of Nanami is of mine”, the boy replied, and one could feel the smirk in his voice, “See you tonight then, Suki. You too, dude”.

And with that, Nagisa hung up, leaving a cold ambience in the room between Suki and Satoru, that made even the kids shiver.

n/a: i did say slowburn and i intend on keeping my word thank u v much SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG ON UPDATING :( the ending was shit but im SO TIRED forgive me ily <3

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Everything below was made by Me, Eye, and Ethan over the course of like 3 days

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Okay

So

Wilbur isn’t the oldest

Techno is

But it’s a war run empire, they take pride in their troops and armies and triumphs

The soldiers come first

So Techno is the commander in chief , the general

Wilbur, second born

Is heir to the throne

To the diplomatic side of the empire

and Tommy Gets shit

He doesn’t even understand why Phil had another kid

Of course there is the situation where Techno or Wilbur dies, or one of them steps down, but it won’t happen

Was he really born to be the understudy

he was born as a backup

Tommy was an accident but they’re not gonna let the public know that

like he's the Zuko

Phil doesn't really pay attention to him so his mother picks up the slack

Wilbur is 21

Techno’s 23

Tommy’s 17

However I have a really good idea for prince Tommy, just like what if he doesn’t like the way that people treat him? Like he doesn’t want all these yes men he wants to be he wants to be told now, he want somebody to tell him he that’s against the rules he just wants him like structure he just want someone to hate him he want someone to not like him and say no and tell him that he’s stupid which is why he does all of the stupid shit that he does

Ever since he was like 4

Everyone has said yes

He wants to defy them

He wants to just do something to make someone say no

That and he lowkey

He wants ~~Phil~~ Wilbur to pay attention to him

Is a Little Shit who causes so many problems on purpose to try and find someone who will push back against him

He wants someone to give him structure and discipline but overall he just wants his family’s attention

He’s broken shit, thrown temper tantrums, he’s started fights and he’ll he’s even snuck out and stole things

He’s never been stopped

People consider him snobby and spoiled

He's a brat

He gets everything he wants, but he doesn’t really want it, he just asks to see if they’ll tell him no

Tubbo = Stable Boy

Ranboo = Prince of another country (probably the americas)

Ranboo could definitely fit the role of an overseas royal prince who Tommy sees as a regal, spoiled, uppity little shit. Like Tubbo, who Tommy sneaks everywhere, has met Ranboo and likes him. Tommy can't possibly see why, he's unbearable.

Bench Trio = Best freinds

I think that Tommy and his brothers were always very very close

they just have jobs and shit

They took over Phil's shit

they probably drift apart as they get older, Wilbur and techno have duties and Tommy starts his quest for attention, they grow apart from their little brother without realizing it

Tommy and his mother (kristin) are always and have continued to be close

she definitely chides him, and tells him quietly to not do things for all of his "misbehaviors"

but there is only so much that she can do, because she has the duty to not make a scene

that and she's not who he's looking for attention from

You may be asking "How is crime recognized, identified, discussed, and atoned for?" more specifically, "Is it a 'you stole my bread so without asking anyone I'm cutting your hand off' or is it the US court system" ~~You may also be Ethan~~

The answer is:

like the UKs

But more like

Okay so the Supreme Judicial system, but Phil (and then Wilbur) has teh final say

Court system, but with Phil overseeing everything

instead of a judge

HOWEVER, that's in the national level

in smaller villages, its more of the cut your hand off system

because the judicial system isn't regulated

So bonus questions:

Punishments and the identification of whether a crime counts as a crime?

soldiers can call crimes out, and citizens can file reports

Phil's not really shit, he just doesn't show Tommy any attention because he's busy with the other two

Just honestly doesn't even care about most shit Tommy does

Like, doesn't pay attention to it until it affects him, he's busy running a country and training the boys to running a country

I don’t think they (the brothers) realize how badly everything is affecting Tommy

The only one who knows anything about the full extent would be his mom, and she’s in a similar boat to Tommy

Phil doenst really see her much either

Not like she could “Make a Scene” trying to get Phil to pay attention to his youngest, to actually love his child, he’s barely around

Kristin and Phil spend time together at night, but during the day everything is for the cameras

its like the UK royals, how they do shit just for the people

And Phil doenst want to hear about the kids at night, he wants to spend time with his wife

Tommy has stolen a car and will do it again

Just fucking hopped in and took a joyride

With Absolutely No Repercussions

Do you think Phil ever tries to hire like, a nanny or something? In the aftermath of the Car Incident? Yes, and it never worked

Tommy, like 15 at the time, pissed as hell as a random ass woman tries to tell him to go to bed at 8:30 pm

Tommy wants somebody to tell him no but not somebody hired to tell him no mannn

Tommy goes to like parties - like ragers

he has a network of really famous friends like young actors and shit

dude is a party animal, underage drinking, rumors of drugs, he’s the PR Teams worst nightmare, but they’re not going to say anything

The press makes up SO MUCH SHIT

The press once said that he had done cocaine when it was really one of his friends

Tommy adopts two dogs (hello Betty and Walter) without asking either of his parents

Betty is short for Elizabeth

He brings them in off the street

Literal abandoned street dogs and he goes, mine now

He like, walks down the street with sunglasses on, and just doesn't look at anyone as he walks the dogs, who have like black nice leather leashes

The paparazzi always finds him walking the dogs

like a modern celebrity

Mans can and will call the paparazzi on himself - because he is a drama queen ETHAN Tommy voice "hello pa pa. I have hired two new staff, pa pa." "Huh?" "they have found work in this palace as emotional support animals, pa pa." "....ok." tommy voice "he didn't even blink, elizabeth the fourteenth" END OF ETHAN MAKING FUN OF THE BRITISH

By the way just to clear things up with you all, Tommy addresses Phil as "Father"

most of the paparazzi's pictures of Tommy are him flipping the camera off

He poses for them

just sees a camera and fucking sticks his tongue out and flips them off

He’s wearing some atrocious outfit while walking his dogs and he just has a full on fashion photshoot of poses for them

If his dad won’t give him attention at least they will

Tommy befriends some of the staff

he hates a lot of the butlers tbh

thinks they're stuck up

but likes to gossip with the maids, and sit in the kitchen as the chefs cook lunch "Heyyyy, chef!" "Your highness, what is it, are you hungry?" "Can't a man just talk to his chef? Befriend his castle staff?" "Ah."

that and the kitchen gives betty and walter treats

Top ten Prince Thomas microaggressions

Number One: he calls Phil "your highness"

For context, kings are referred to as Your Majesty

He calls Wilbur Your Majesty

It was a joke when they were younger, a habit from then on, but now it’s to spite Phil

Tommy spends an ridiculous amount of money on clothes all at once, purely to see if Phil would yell at him for using the family debit card for it

He never wears the clothes

He doesn’t particularly like any of them anyways

Instead he donate them all anonymously

Tommy may be a brat but he isn’t wasteful

By the time Tommy’s 12 he’s started acting up, and it escalates slowly until he hits 15 where things just start snowballing and he gets worse and worse

he's definitely nicknamed by the press as some sort of party animal or fratboy

a spoiled brat

He’s 16, and he knows his place in the family, he is forgotten and glossed over, but he won’t be ignored, not if he can help it

The Public gives him the attention he wishes his father would give him, he walks his dogs with the paparazzi tailing after him, just hoping that maybe one scandal or one horrible picture will eventually be enough to make his dad actually See him

he'll tell the paparazzi what they want to hear

and give every magazine a story to tell

they notice him

he just wants somebody to tell him no, somebody tell this boy no without being paid to please

Tommy probably has like, pierced his ears or smth. Gotten tattoos.

he has holes in his face yes.

he pierced his ears and his nose

He has a tattoo on the inside of his finger that matches with Tubbo and Ranboo

Maybe the picture of him plastered from last weekend will make his dad reprimand him

Maybe the weed found in his backseat will get his Dad to ground him

Maybe the bottle of fucking pills he was “holding for a friend” but got caught with Will get some sort of reaction

and its not like he's only doing it for attention

he starts it for attention, but he loves it he does

he has fun, he loves his friends, he likes the parties and the air

but, he also loves the attention, he's not gonna lie

Tommy who took adderall at a party once but it didn’t do anything for him, he seemed to function a little better actually

Tommy who knows Techno has adhd and takes adderall for it, Tommy who puts two and two together Bc he’s not fucking dumb

Tommy realizing his dad never cared to even get him diagnosed or treated

and Techno does notice, he does figure it out, but he does either a "hey..." or a "m8 I'll just get you your own if its helpin you focus" and tommy is furious

Tommy's life here is just

'trying to be yelled at HARD MODE'

Just wants to be screamed at, lowkey

I think, Wilbur avoids the tabloids

And the press

And the news

However, his advisors often read him the shit about Tommy - or anything about him

But they never see the pictures

They don’t see the picture of Tommy drunk on a strangers balcony

They don't see how bad it is

Tommy however? LOVES reading what the press has to say about him

Phil sees it however,

And he’s so disappointed

He gives Tommy so many talks but it never works

Because it doesn’t get him to love Tommy, to care about what Tommy does

Not like their mother

And he never makes a scene, not in the way Tommy wants to

It's all about "YOUR RUINING OUR IMAGE"

not: "YOUR RUINING YOUR LIFE"

He never asks if Tommy is ok

He never asks if he’s safe

Tommy's mum however, SO MANY AWKWARD "STAY SAFE" TALKS

He doesn't just fucking jump off shit because of her, he's slightly less reckless so that he can come home alive to her

I just think that Wilbur, no matter how busy, would find time to concerned yell at his baby brother if he were to find out about the pills

Weed and alcohol? Not great but ok.

Pills though?? He is full blown concerned Wilbro there

His brothers care. Their father is busy. He's a jerk sometimes too.

Wilbur does put out the fire a bit

He’s glad Wilbur had his best interest in mind

But man

The news headlines

They do him dirty

Shit like “Prince Tommy Caught Doing Cocaine at Frat Party” really fuck him over

They really just try their best to make him look like shit 95% of the time

Tommy loves it, just a little

Bad press is still press

He laughs at the headline Bc he knows he wasn’t doing cocaine, but Phil doesn’t, wilbur and techno don’t know that

It’s a tense week after that headline is released

His mom doesn’t even know if Tommy would have actually done cocaine

They just don’t know

Kristin asks him

She’s the only one who believes him

I think Wilbur wants to believe him, Techno too

But it’s hard to, especially when you’re not even sure you know your own brother anymore

Wilbur says something along the lines of being disappointed in Tommy, if he thought Tommy was trying to be better

Tommy scoffs and says he is trying, but that it’s real rich of Wilbur to be or entering to care now

This isn’t even the worse headline

One time a blonde kid got picked up from the same party Tommy was at on a stretcher, he had had an allergic reaction

Some shitty journalist saw and automatically assumed it was Tommy

They ran with the story that the prince had fucking overdosed for at least a week

The things they say are close to the truth but not quite

The PR Team tries their best to help but

They don’t even know what’s true or not

Tommy goes on a bender for a week, and walks into their office with coffee and pastries to apologize

They all know that presents mean a rough week of damage control

But Tommy imports them these Bomb ass donuts so

Fair trade really

Also heaven forbid tommy gets seen with a girl

It’s the worst shit

Tommy gets caught, drunk off his ass, pushing a couch out a window

(To be fair the people were moving soon anyways, they didn’t need the couch, it was a going away party)

And the next morning, recalling what he did

He orders up those pastries and calls the coffee place

Swings by to pick up the coffee and picks up the pastries all within the next two hours and delivers them on the third with an apology note

It’s fucking DAMAGE control

Thinking about Tubbo and Ranboo being Tommy’s DDs when they can

They are

When Tommy’s handler isn’t around

Them doing wild shit together but not Wild Shit

Tommy teaches them how to do burnouts and donuts in a fucking lambos in an empty mall parking lot

Ranboo goes everywhere incognito, Tommy practically flaunts his rank, Tubbo is considered a nobody and doesn't have to do anything but show up in casual clothes. He has a uniform for stablework.

Ranboo's parents are approving of his friendship with the fledging prince, as they hope he can wrangle Tommy to regality and he's building positive relations between the two kingdoms.

Phil is disapproving, worried Tommy will taint Ranboo and his rep and cause a tense air between the two kingdoms. Tommy loves Phil's worry, he practically bathes in it, it's the attention he so craves.

Tommy definitely will hold Tubbo's hand when he walks with him, because the headlines all scream Tommy is the gay?? and while he's very incredibly straight, he finds this hysterical.

Ranboo isn't always in Tommy's kingdom and rather spends most of his time at home. He might be second to heir or the crown prince himself, but he does have to spend time in his own country. Tommy face calls him a lot and he and Tubbo are ecstatic when he announces he's going to visit

I imagine he's second to the throne because that means he can focus on building relations instead of training to be king.

Older sibling Fundy, gets chronic illness, and Ranboo has to take over the throne for a bit

One of Tommy's worst stunts was hitching a ride to the Americas/Ranboo's kingdom without telling anyone.

Whether by boat or plane, he was gonna go visit his young king friend no matter what.

I say "young king" but he's still a prince. Just filling in for fundy

But all eyes turn to Ranboo and Ranboo is stumbling with attention he'd never known. Tommy has to help, doesn't he?

He expects such a punishment for stowing away to visit, but the headlines are... positive. Prince Tommy's friendship with Princr Ranboo becomes.... legendary, practically. Tubbo is always excluded from the news, even when he comes with.

Never too fantastical for classism

But no, the headlines see Tommy's visit not as the young, rebellious prince stowing away, but as a young boy risking his skin to visit his stressed friend.

Tommy is appalled.

And Tommy just groans and shows him the phone

And Ranboo laughs and goes

“There there Tommy, I’m sure dragging me to a frat party will be enough to ruin the good press.”

“Maybe get a dui, you’ll have diplomatic immunity so no jail time?”

“Boo, I wouldn’t get jail time even if I wasn’t em-mune, I am simply too poggers.”

“Sure man, let’s go with that.”

Tommy’s like “maybe I need to actually start doing hard drugs”

Ranboos just like “no -“ just “Please god no, your brothers will kill both of us.”

The Boo is terrified of Techno and Wilbur

Not as royals though, simply as Tommy’s older brothers

Like he knows about Tommy’s issues with validation and feeling unloved, he knows his Brothers are often very busy

But he also sees the way they look at Tommy, and the way they look when people talk bad about Tommy

He knows if something were to happen and he was to cause harm to Tommy or cause Tommy to cause harm to himself

It probably wouldn’t end well for him

Wilbur and techno try as hard as they can

But they’re SO busy

That they can’t do much especially when Tommy’s so persistent on doing his shit

Tubbo is great with the horses he tends to, and Tommy adores them. Ranboo is an excellent, regal rider and Tommy and Tubbo are more rough and ballsy, so races are fair and fastpaced.

Ranboo once got bucked by a royal stallion and Tommy and Tubbo never let him live it down.

I imagine Tubbo lives on the property, as some servants do. He either doesn't have a family, has a bad one, or his family doesn't live close to the palace.

So Tommy 10/10 sneaks to the servants' quarters and he and Tubbo sneak out to ride the horses.

I feel like Wilbur makes more of an effort after the pills and cocaine incident, he tries to ask Tommy about the headlines

Purples is Tommy’s friend

Rich family, old money

Throws a lot of the parties Tommy goes to

Purpled and punz :handshake: Tommy

Frat Boys

I think you guys are underestimating the time that Tommy spends at the castle

Like he still has school, and usually 3 days out of the week he follows around his brothers like an endearing little shit

But those 4 days where he’s gone (which includes weekends) plus nights, he’s doing shit

Also, yiu know Pongo right

101 Dalmatians

That’s how Tommy walks Betty and Walter

They are like standing completely proper and walks straight

ah yes, the royal bitches and also betty and walter are there too

the paparazzi taking pictures of Tommy and the dogs

and Tommy turns, taking his sunglasses off, and smiles big and wide "They have names you know? You should stop callin' them 'the royal dogs'."

One of the guys, he's familiar with the prince turns on his camera and asks "what're their names Prince Tommy?"

"Betty and Walter. Give them some respect."

Tommy visits Ranboo sometimes. Ranboo was looking for him one day and just found him standing in a long hall, staring at a portrait.

It's Ranboo, just barely younger, hands folded behind his back, the perfect picture of regality.

Tommy is staring at it because he knows that at home, there is a portrait of Wilbur looking like that, and one of Techno, and one of Phil and Kristen, and one of himself.

But somehow this image of Ranboo is.. haunting

Not because it doesn't match with the Ranboo he knows, but because it does.

It haunts him because he can stare at his portrait for hours and never see himself, but this is so plainly Ranboo that it's chilling.

Ranboo stands beside him, hands folded behind his back as they always are when he is in nice clothes and his eyes are visible. Tommy glances over and Ranboo is facing him, but staring up at the picture. It's still him.

The clothes are different and his hair is longer now, but Tommy can't tell the difference past that.

He knows that Ranboo is what his family wants him to be

He knows that Ranboo is him if he hadn't strayed, the same past

Ranboo knows exactly what’s going through his head right now

And he knows exactly what he needs too

They get fucking piss ass drunk in Ranboo’s room order takeout and FaceTime Tubbo

They can party tomorrow, Tommy doesn’t need to be in public right now

ANywyas

Tommy and his mother have a wonderful relationship

she teaches him literacy and history, they have a tutor teach him maths

they eat breakfast together every morning

the whole family does

but his mum tries to eat lunch with him at least 3 times a week

he goes out for lunch the days he doesn't eat with his brothers or mom, out to some resturant, sometimes, they trash it or party, sometimes he just brings Tubbo, no big group, and they just chill

With Ranboo in line for kingship (the way royalty works is that if the ruler dies, it will always go to the next in line of blood, never by marriage. Even if every heir was dead, it would still not go to the ruler consort but instead to a family member of the late ruler), rep is so much more important

he can't really be seen with Tommy sometimes

not on the bad weeks

not when Tommy just destroyed a bnb or set off fireworks with his friends, or was caught throwing chairs into his friend's pool

Tommy likes sport cars

big car guys

He has an exorbitant amount of fancy cars

its truly like

disgusting

how many cars he owns

Wilbur makes fun of it Bc the kid is just now legally old to drive

But Wilbur has so many expensive instruments

Some of which he doesn’t even know how to play yet

to be fair

Wilbur doesnt go breaking his instraments

Techno, techno has swords, which makes sense Bc he’s a general

But the amount swords he has just hanging on his wall

Never meant to be used

It’s so many

I feel like Tommy has a few cars that he doesn’t even let get scratched tho much

His babies

he has his expensive cars that he wrecks

and then his expensive cars that he treats like gold

They’re named

Clementine is this horrendous orange car that he absolutely loves

Its a bright orange ferrari

(He loves it Bc it was a gift from Phil, one of the first cars in his collection)

(Tommy doesn’t know that the idea was his mother’s, his father didn’t know what to get him)

all of his cars have padding in the back for his dogs

Tommy hates purse dogs, the girls with them are always fake and horrible

but he wishes his dogs were that small

Easy to transport

but they got all gangly limbs like him

and stand up to his hip

Henry is his sleek black classic mustang convertable

its what he drives when he doesn't want to be followed by the papp

It’s what he drives when he takes The BT to lunch

its not that the paparazzi doesn't know its him

they know

but he's not in one of his bright fucking obscene cars

The press and Tommy have a weird sort of understanding

He creates their headlines and they let him have moments to himself

If someone breaches that

They risk getting blacklisted

that car was what he drove to his grandmother's funeral in

im not naming his grandmother, but all royals live like forever

Clementine barely sees the road I think

She’s kept in top condition

By Tommy’s own hands

But she probably doesn’t get driven to the parties

Or the brunches

Or the clubs

She's used pretty much exclusively for black tie events

Tubbo is his driver for those Bc he trusts no one else with the car

And he has to exit her before she’s parked

So Tubbo valets and then meets him inside

It’s also how Tubbo gets into the black tie events

so its modern right

so its like thousand-dollar suits instead of capes

so, Tommy just refuses to wear blazers and suit jackets

he always wears his button-ups rolled to his elbows

Maybe, maybe you’ll get him in a vest

But most of the time it’s a button up, rolled up sleeves, and the tie is most likely incorrect or untied

The only reason it’s correct half the time, is because Wilbur makes him let him tie it

Tommy won't wear the jacket because he prefers to roll his sleeves up - he's able to do anything, party or just like rough housing with his brothers, or helping out the staff

Wilbur won't wear a tie, or a button up most days, opting for a high-end sweater and loads of jewelry; its just much more his style.

Techno won't wear a vest because it restricts the places he can hid weapons, and he almost never keeps his tie tied.

Tommy trying to walk past Wilbur to leave with and untied tie

“Wait! You know you can’t leave like that, come here.”

Tommy’s groans and slumps over but walks over to Wil anyways

“I’m just gonna untie it halfway through the party, you know i will.”

“Well, I’m not letting my little brother walk a red carpet with an untied tie, you know I won’t”

The second half said in a mocking tone of voice, very clearly mimicking Tommy’s whining

It’s a soft moment, they stand there together, brothers

And as Wilbur’s pat the finished tie, they make eye contact and both of them have undeniably fond looks on their faces, damn they’re brothers n shit

“Thanks Wil.”

It’s quiet, it’s soft, it’s Tommy

“Of course.”

Just as soft, just as quiet, wholly Wilbur

Wilbur clears his throat breaking the soft atmosphere of the room

“Now go, you gremlin. Don’t be late”

Wilbur ruffles Tommy’s hair, careful not to mess it up too much

Tommy rolls his eyes And quickly heads for the door “Bye Wil! Love you! Don’t wait up!” Wilbur quickly yells after him

“Love you too! Don’t do anything stupid!”

“Oh Wil you know I can’t promise that!” Wilbur just rolls his eyes and returns to his book

Yeah Tommy stays away from tobacco I think

Just weed

and I wouldn't be surprised if like hits peoples vapes sometimes, but doesn't smoke cigs

for sure, its stressful

Wilbur smokes cigarettes though

and he can't act out like Tommy can

and Phil loves him..

Techno and Wilbur watching Tommy rebel in the ways they never got to

They feel kinda sad, that they never got to be kids like that, sad that Tommy feels like he has to act out for attention

he gets to do shit

like he gets to be a real teen

the whole, dumb rich 17 year old experience

like yachts, and expensive hotel rooms, and sport cars

And sure they probably wouldn’t have been going to frat parties or crashing brunch places, but they see him with BT

See him have actual friends

And they’re happy for him

But it hurts a bit

And Tommy's hurting too

It's a lot

but its like

even if Phil wasn't shit

its a lot of attention

like everyone is watching them at all times

Techno and Wilbur have to stay refined in the eyes of the press

Tommy gets to put on a show for them

Yeah yeah

Do you know how much a drunk picture of Prince Tommy is worth?

Too much

Some random guy on his first paparazzi job, gets a pic of Tommy, shirt mostly unbuttoned, tie tied around his head, drinking out of a beer bottle, and flipping off the camera while stumbling out of the most expensive hotel in the UK

The guy never has to work again

Purpled son of some billionaire, and Ranboo a literal prince is with him

They are both laughing at him

Tommy swung on a chandelier that night

A picture of that ends up online, some socialites Twitter

The amount of people in her dms for that picture?

Ludicrous

Like just the random pictures from Snapchat stories

Magazines pay thousands

Yeah the amount of double takes people have done going through their friends Snapchat stories like

Just tapping through

“WAIT WAS THAT PRINCE THOMAS????”

So, Dessert Drinks

It’s alcoholic beverages that have like chocolate or gram crackers or maybe candy in them

That are meant to taste like a dessert

So there’s chocolate cake margaritas, or like s’mores drinks

They’re Tommy’s favorite things in the world

Everyone thinks that he’d like the like strong, burning, whiskey esk stuff

But no

He wants the sweetest thing you got

Like he’ll drink straught vodka, but not if he doesn’t have too y’know?

He also like wine strangely enough

The like really expensive wine

Bc it reminds him of Wil

They have it down in the cellar

Techno is the whiskey dude

Or like 1942

Which is just a really bougie tequila

He just likes the shit that burns

Tubbo will drink literally anything

He’ll eat anything too

It definitely comes from the spot that he didn’t have that many choices like Tommy, but he genuinely just likes anything

Which is why Tommy really likes to treat him out to fancy fucking restaurants

One of Tommy’s favorite past times is spoiling his loved one

Fucking loves giving presents n shit

It's his love language

Ranboo doesn’t pay for anything when he’s visiting

Tommy insists on paying

Tommy has millions from the throne, he will use it

Plus he uses his daddy’s card so like, Phil can afford to spend the money

Oh he has one of those black cards doesn’t he

And by he I mean Phil

But you know, Daddy’s card

Black amex all the way

Boujie motherfuckers

Tommy's drunk like persona is different depending on the environment

When its Wilbur and Techno having to deal with Drunk Tommy

He’s like an excitable puppy, he would switch from rowdy to sappy real quick for his brothers

So they’re trying to get a drunk Tommy to bed but Tommy’s 100% clinging to them

Just full of affection

Techno tries to leave to go study and drunk Tommy just looks so fucking sad

Kicked puppy

He’s very much turning on the little brother charm, full scale pouting, whining, nicknames and all

making grabby hands, sitting on thr ground, fluffed up hair, shirt all wrinkled

"Fucking - fine. What are you gonna do without me, hm?"

He’s a god damned puppy and it’s hard to believe this is the same kid who got in a bar fight last week

he hangs off the chandeliers of boogie hotels

he also trashes his friend's rentals

on the other hand, he hugs his brothers

and steals Wilbur's crown

when he wears Will's crown it goes over his eyes

Still does after all these years

He’s grown but Wils head is simply too big

Tommy has his own crown of course

he just doesn't wear it as often as Wilbru does

Wilbur wears his all of the time

Tommy wears his when

A. he's drunk and with friends

B. at formal or royal events

he likes wearing it when he's partying

still thinking about drunk Tommy and his brothers having to deal with him

He makes techno give him a piggy back ride

He can walk fine, he just wants a piggy back ride man

Can you blame him?

They all really miss being little

They miss being able to be kids n shit

when their mother took care of them

and their father did all the king shit

And when Techno would give Tommy piggyback rides in the garden

When Wilbur had all the time in the world to learn how to play guitar

Even if it comes from Tommy getting drunk off his ass they’re glad they can still find the childish joy that they once had y’know?

Techno gives Tommy a piggy back ride to his room, and Tommy steals Wilbur’s crown and they talk and it’s nice

And as everything winds down Wilbur plays his guitar

And it’s so similar to when they were younger man

...

but then,,, Wilbur gets called down for an emergency meeting

and Techno has to make sure the guards are doing their rounds

and Tommy's left all alone in The Prince's Chambers

and people wonder why Tommy likes partying

fills the time, doesn't it?

He wakes up cold and alone and hungover

And he calls Tubbo and they just fucking day drink man

It’s a bad two days

Yeha but basically after this night he and Tubbo get fucking drunk as hell and they don’t come back to the castle for two days

And Tommy is barely sober during those two days

After those type of days happen Tommy always goes completely straightedge for a week

He doenst need to develop an addiction y’know?

Plus the chaos doesn’t have to happen drunk

He’s pretty irrational sober anywyas

half of the parties he's at he's not even drunk

sometimes he'll get high

but he just likes the adrenaline

and just hanging and being fucking assholes with his mates

POV you are an emotionally wrecked prince who is hanging onto this present as proof that your dad knows who you are at least in the slightest and you find out it’s not actually a gift from him but something your mother told him to get you

He didn’t even think twice just called the dealership and asked for the car, didn’t even know which one it was

mmmmm Tommy wrecks Clem that night

It’s not a good night for anyone

Got drunk as hell man

No dd

Car crash

I don’t think Clem is totaled

And Tommy is ok

But she’s scratched and dented and it’s just a representation of how Tommy feels

Something about Clementine being symbolic of hope and the idea that his father knew him

And with that crashing down

Clementine was bound to crash too

Tommy gets out with some bruises and Clementine can be fixed

But it happens on a public street so it’s everywhere

Tommy wrecks Clem

Then fucking goes on a bender

just destroys shit

parties so he doesn't think about it

and then he fucking crashes

Wilbur and Techno and Kristin all know what the car meant to him, what it symbolized to him

So when there’s a headline and a picture of Tommy staring at a wrecked Clem, they don’t know how to feel

maybe he mentioned something about upgrading Clem to Phil, or offhandedly at family dinner

And Phil asks something like “Right and when did you get this one?” Very rudely y’know

And Tommy’s like, it’s the one you got me for my birthday last year, and Phil just says something about how he has to be more specific because he doesn’t even know which one that is

And Tommy feels everything crumble around him and he just tensely says, “never mind...” and goes back to his food

The other three watch the whole exchange like, “fuuuuuuuuuck”

And then as soon as dinners over Tommy’s out the door man

He’s gone

he doesn't take the dogs, which means he's causing damage

He doenst even take Tubbo

they can hear the handler hand Tommy the keys

Tubbo comes to Wil to ask if he knew where Tommy was and that’s when they realize Tommy’s going out to cause real damage

And Tommy’s phone is turned off

They can’t contact him

Tommy gets handcuffed

he won't get arrested, but he'll get brought back in a police car

he fucking like crashed into a poll on purpose

like it was less on purpose and more like he definitely wasn’t not trying to hit something

And then they fucking breathalyzer him and he’s drunk as balls

Straight vodka type night

there's a bottle in the cupholder

He gets out when he wrecks and you just see him dead eyed staring at the scratches on her hood

The dent in her door

The cracks in the windshield

And he just takes a swig of the bottle

He lets the police take the bottle and handcuff him, taking him back to the palace

Clem is towed back too

He doenst care man

this is bigger than party to distract Bc it’s all he’s thinking about even drunk n shit

So I feel like he’s absolutely crushed

he spends like a week or two in a depressive episode won't leave his room, won't talk to his dad

and then he asks his mom "why didn't you tell me?"

and she just purses her lips and and shakes her head

and he's out

he needs to leave

he doesn't need her pity

and he just goes to Purp's and parties

because he just wants to have fun for one night before he learns that everything is a lie

His brothers are there as much as he lets them be

Tubbo too

Ranboo would try to make it over after seeing the headlines

he gets on a jet

and goes as soon as he sees the news

cause Clem was Tommy's baby

He loved that fucking car man

And then

Boom

One dinner is all it took to ruin everything

Phil's just left like "what'd I do?"

Techno is straight faced

Wilbur rolls his eyes at Phil

And Kristin just looks stressed

She’s still staring the the door Tommy all but ran out of

none of them finish dinner, Kristin waves the butlers over to clear the plates

They don’t, and Phil is just so confused and frustrated and he doesn’t know what happened

Top 10 Prince Tommy Headlines: 10. Mourning or Disrespectful: Prince Thomas caught smoking outside grandmother's funeral 9. New Connections? Prince Thomas and Prince Ranboo seen outside Palace walking Royal Dogs 8. Protective Older Brother; Crown Prince William shielding Prince Thomas from cameras while walking down London streets 7. When Will He Stop? Prince Thomas continues his week-long bender 6. Another Frat Party: Prince Thomas found stumbling drunk after rowdy night at The Ritz London 5. Boy Crazy? Prince Thomas and Mystery Boy seen dancing at Crown Prince William's Birthday Ball 4. Is Prince Thomas's Rampage Over? The Prince seen hungover, nursing a coffee at London Branch Costa Coffee 3. Time to stop; Prince Thomas caught doing cocaine at socialites party 2. A good friend - Prince Thomas flew to the United States to help Prince Ranboo with new responsibilities

1. When is enough, enough? Prince Thomas crashes after driving drunk, arrested.

10 Tommy doesn’t smoke cigs so mans was just getting high at his grandmas funeral

he was real close with his granny, it was a sad day

It was because his father said something like “oh, I didn’t know you were coming Tommy”

It was his fucking grandmother Phil

Tommy just puts his sun glasses on, and sits as far away as he can

Number 5, the boy is Tubbo, Tubbo thinks it’s fucking hilarious, Tommy is pissed

Some of those headlines seem like they’re from the car month

Obviously number one is

But then the bender headline

Then the coffee one

And then the Wilbur one

They seem like a series of events

big month for the press

Tommys hungover and he calls Wil asking for him to pick him up

And Wilbur drops everything Bc he’s just glad Tommy’s coming back home

wilbur fucking glares at the cameras

Tommy's used to it

And then the press tries to mob them and Wilbur Almost breaks decorum

Like almost fucking yells at someone who gets too close

and Wilbur never does that

he's so in-line

he never breaks the rules

but goddamn if they take one step closer -

He’s been especially stressed, and all he wants is to get his baby brother home man

He’s been smoking a lot more since the wreck

He just wishes he could make everything better

Tommy relishes in talking to the press

Wilbur will clart someone who gets to close to his baby brother

The press who’s never seen Wilbur as anything other than composed and charming suddenly being faced with a very angry older brother who smells slightly like cigarette smoke

Wilbur in the Pogtopia coat but it’s some designer piece that’s expensive as hell

It’s his smoking coat

And it’s what he picks Tommy up in

So he smells like smoke

And not the tasteful cologne he usually wears in public

just like a dark overcoat

really expensive wool

Wilbur using it to cover them from the cameras

when they were younger, like 16 and 12, Wilbur would hide Tommy

like no one got a picture of Tommy until he was 14 or 15

Kristin really hid the boys when they were kids too

Tommy trying to peak out and make faces at the camera

it was illegal to get pictures of them younger than 10

like immediate blacklist

And also maybe some legal issues

Wilbur pulls Tommy's hood up over Tommy's head

And it’s very older brother of him too, he pulls it over to protect his face but then cinches the strings to be a little shit

Those Wilbur and Tommy brother moments comps exists in the universe too

But it’s just shit like that

Tommy has a great support system

He really does

His brothers love him

His mom loves him

He has two amazing friends and a bunch of other great friends as well

And sometimes he feels like a brat for throwing all these fits over his dad y’know?

Wilbur always tries to like, keep an arm around him when they're doing red carpets

And keeps Tommy sitting next to him at Royal events

but also like, steals food off his plate

and ruffles his hair

Tommy whispers the fucking worst jokes about the dignitaries and nobles and Wilbur has to keep a straight face

god thats tommys favorite thing to do

he tries so hard to get Wilbur to laugh and lose his shit

The fucking big boobs bit

But it’s Tommy whispering it to Wilbur completely out of context and randomly at a gala

ALSO

THE WHOLE EXTENDED FAMILY BULLSHIT

TOMMY HATES IT

LIKE WHO THE FUCK IS THIS LIKE AUNT TO HIM?

HE DOESNT KNOW HER

But Royal Families are always big on that shiit

They try to hug him n shit

And Tommy depending on how Brave n shit he’s feeling (how fed up he is) will either politely excuse himself or straight up say no and step back with a glare

he's honestly uncomfortable around the strangers

who say they're family

like he's too sober for this

He needs a god damned drink

But he’s in a vest and a nice tie and his crown is sat proper on his head

And he can’t have a drink

god he's like a little doll, he plays by Phil's rules

the crown comes on and he's the proper prince

He fucking hates it

he sips on Wilbur's wine, and does the whole "tequila for water" thing sometimes

Flask in his sleeve

Techno catches him with the flask once and is just impressed

god is that a look on Techno's face

He sees Tommy slip it from his sleeve and somehow sleight off hand take a drink

And it’s just a raised eyebrow and a head nod that says

Good for you

Bc techno also needs a drink during these events

Sometimes Tommy will spike his and Techno's drinks

as Wilbur regally sips on wine

Wilbur fucking also secretly wishing he had a flask during the drier events

Wine drink just isn’t enough sometimes

Wilbur puts on his best face

and pretends he wants to be there

and gives out a warm smile, and raises a glass

god he fucking hates it sometimes

and sometimes he loves it

but man, does he hate it sometimes

Tommy complains and Phil makes a passive aggressive comment about how

“Oh but don’t you love parties Tommy.”

Wilbur sits between them

The table goes

Techno Kristin Phil Wilbur Tommy

Tommy just sneaks another sip of the flask

he doesn't have time to deal with his dads shit

Slumps back in the seat

He probably wouldn’t even try to hide it after that

Not like Phil is actually looking at him

He can let the press have it

He doenst care

just like leaves the flask next to him

under teh table

and jsut takes large swigs from it

Tommy maybe having a group of his friends crash one of the stuffy events

Not an important one

So fucking dedication ceremony to some inane building

He just invites a wild group of socialites

It’s nice

It’s not as wild as a normal Tommy Innit party

But it’s not a stuffy fucking boring ass royal meeting

they just bring some fucking whiskey into the back room and chat shit

Tommy fucking has a group of friends crash this gathering

It’s not wild

But it’s not stuffy

It’s nice

Tommy even drags Wilbur back for at least a little

and that takes a whole lot of work

It really does, Wilbur isn’t even a little tipsy off the wine, and Phil been by him the whole time and it’s just been hell, he can’t get wiobur away from the “socializing” hes doing

but when Wilbur is a bit tipsy he just becomes more charasmatic

truly a king

Less someone putting on a mask for their father

A little bit more authentic

he's a natural, sipping wine with one hand, and shaking hands with the other, crown propped beautifully on his head, million dollar suits hanging off his frame

It’s nice to see his brother in his element

its a bit sad

but its nice

A little yeah, Wilbur’s

Wilbur’s leaving him, not really but

Wilbur being king is-

It’s going to be hard

Different

More than it is already

Wilbur will always love him

But eventually he’ll be too busy for Tommy

Just like Phil is

And it hurts

But that thought is what makes Tommy take a drink of his flask and drag Wilbur to the back room

Wilbur doesn’t have to forget him yet

Tommy looks real regal too

Wilbur wishes that Tommy could see what he sees

But he knows that Tommy’s self worth issues would take more than a nice hug and some warm words to fix

Tommy looks regal, and the gold crown really fits with the whole golden boy aesthetic

and he laughs, and makes conversation with everyome

and everyone eases up around him

Wilbur wishes that Tommy saw what he sees

also

Tommy and Ranboo's texts have been leaked once

Wow so many dog pictures dude

but also

:sparkles:state secrets:sparkles:

That was hell to clean up

it fucking was

it used petnames (which the public is never supposed to know about the nickanmes of royals fun fact)

and said shit about Phil

and detailed Fundy's illness which isn't public

and talked about meetings that Wilbur forced Tommy to attend

Tommy was terrified

Ranboo too

He was so scared someone would be angry at him for it

He doesn’t think he could handle be yelled at for this thing that wasn’t even his fault

like of course he could've not said it over text

but one of his best friends lives an ocean away

and his life is just all about secrets

dont make this something too

:sparkles: hackers :sparkles:

if someone god a hold of Tommy's IP, or Phone, or Phone number

or

dms

they could be using instagram, twitter, or snapchat to have some of these converstaions

dms can get leaked real easily

Mmmm you ever think about Crime Bous

Because all I can think about is when Wilbur does get out of the house, and just like every event they go to

Tommy isn’t a fucking party boy then, he’s just Prince Thomas, Crown Prince William’s baby brother

And they always get photographed and shit

But they have a great time

They’re always smiling when they’re together

Sans Wilbur being a really protective older brother, and when their grandmother died

It’s nice to just go get lunch together at that one specific cafe they’ve been going to for years

Or just walk the dogs together

Just hang out and be brothers

They sit at the same table every time, and Tommy has gotten a Raspberry Lemonade since he was 8

When they walk the dogs, Wilbur holds Walter and Tommy holds Betty

Sunglasses on, big wool overcoats, and pants that were sewn just for them

And they’re seen walking out on the streets during big events a lot too

To like take a breather

Tommy has made a habit of allowing the press to ask him questions whenever they find him

Wilbur on the other hand always knows exactly what to say to press that come up to them

He always shoos them off with a polite “we won’t be answering any question right now thank you” and a blinding smile

And Tommy’s making a face at the press from over his shoulder

Either like sticking his tongue out or making some sort of face at Wilbur

As he gets older, he stops doing it as much because it gets a bit tiring, everything is tiring

But he does it every once in a while, usually a sharp grin over Wilbur’s shoulder accompanied by a middle finger

when like press sees that Wilbur smokes like a lot

hm

big thin

and I feel like Wilbur would straight up be like "its not a big deal, its completely legal"

and hes like smoking 8 cigs a day, but its fine

He doesn’t have an issue

It’s just a little stress relief

King at 21 is a lot to handle

and maybe the stress is so much that it becomes a problem

but hey its his relief

its legal

he's fine

That’s Wilbur’s mantra most of the time

he falls asleep in Tommys bed a lot, waiting for the teen to come home

wilbur does

he finishes a pack, and sighs, rubbing his eyes

The empire is on the brink of war, it always is

He looks in Tommy's room, its empty

And he sits on the bed, waiting

10 minutes later he's asleep

The sheets don’t smell like Wilbur, and Wil thinks that’s what makes it’s so comforting

They don’t stink of nicotine or Wilbur cologne

The smell like Tommy

and while that smell like expensive booze, and coconut shampoo

its perfect

and the dogs are in Tommy's room too

he's a little less alone

Betty is the cuddler

She’ll come up and sleep next to Wil

but she wont do it to just anyone

its a bond, its trust

its the fact that Tommy likes Wilbur

she growls at Phil

she nudges at Kristin, LOVES kristin

anyways

its lonely and sad

because Tommy usually doesnt come back

Tommy snakes back in early in the morning and tucks Wilbur in

Though most times Wilbur falls asleep in Tommys bed

Uncovered

Completely dressed

He’s lucky bettys fur is sleek otherwise his very expensive clothes would be covered

I think Wilbur more often then not will wake up with Tommy in his arms, and that makes him very happy

like, Tommy comes it at 5am, and just snuggles next to Wilbur

It’s makes Tommy sad to know his brother is waiting up for him to never come

But at the same time he’s always so happy to see him when he gets home

I imagine sometimes butlers come to get Wilbur for work, and Tommy makes them leave so that Wilbur can sleep in "Hello your highness, we came to fetch King Wilbur for his morning briefing" "He's sleeping." "Well, I can see that Your Highness -" "So let him sleep." "Prince Thomas -" "Let. Him. Sleep. Okay?" "Yes, Your Highness."

I've decided that Tommy is the big spoon

in these vulranable moments, when Wilbur is weak, Tommy kind of holds him

like obviously there are a lot of tims, where Wilbur wants to hold his baby brother

however, Tommy kind of holds Wilbur, like wraps himself around Wilbur, and puts Wilbur's head in the crook of his neck

this happens when Tommy comes home to find Wilbur in his bed

either this, or Tommy curls into a ball and rests his head against wilburs chest

Tommy has daddy issues

Wilbur has the weiht of the world

Techno has ptsd

Phil: fuck you my kids are completely fine!

Wilbur’s nicotine addiction

Tommys abandonment issues

Technos fucking PTSD

Once, when the empires war was getting really, really bad, and Wilbur had to decide life or death shit

He smoked a whole pack in a day

And then just kept going

His hands wouldn’t stop shaking

why wouldn't they stop fucking shaking

Tommy stopped partying that week, he isn’t ignorant, nor a fucking dick

He was Wilbur’s right hand for as long as he needed him

Despite how badly he wanted to party until he could see straight

His brother needed him

His king needed him

And he will gladly serve Wilbur as long as he would have him

He stood right behind Wilbur

Every decision

He was right behind him

Even if it meant constant decorum and constant royal dress, Tommy was there

And that was a grounding fact

If Tommy hadn’t been there Wilbur thinks he may have lost it that week

Sometimes the only thing that kept Wilbur’s hands from shaking terribly was holding Tommy’s hands

When the advisors and court had left

Tommy would take Wilbur hands and make him do breathing exercises

Wilbur wasn’t allowed to look anywhere other than Tommy’s eyes

They would get through this

Together

They would, Tommy would make sure of it

Tommy in the room also made everyone a bit nervous and loosen up around Wilbur though

Because sometimes they act like they can boss Will around

And Tommy is stone faced, and has the media wrapped around his finger

The court knows that all it would take is one “scandalous statement” from Prince Thomas to end their careers

Wilbur could fire them, but he’s stressed

Any other day, he’s a fucking FORCE to recon with

But Tommy? He’s here to ensure the best or their careers would end

And you know that Tommy has at least 3 sources in the biggest news outlets in the empire

He could get ANYTHING out there

Wilbur’s throne is the biggest in the middle

Two thrones smaller aside him

Within the like office / study / planning room

Tommy's hasn't been used until just then

Tommy finds it quite uncomfy

But he can deal

Also Tommy drops the nicknames for the week or so

No “Big Man”

It was “Will” and “William”

Your Majesty at one or two points

But that felt a little too formal for both of them

Too alienating

Tommy learned a whole fucking lot of fucking politics that week

Not that he didnt listen in his lessons it’s just that

Well

He can’t not listen if he’s not there

It’s different IRL too

Seeing all the decisions

It’s terrifying

And he’s exhausted

Dressing nicely and talking for 12 hours a day about politics

And life / death decisions

So many cuddles dude

Just permanently cuddling if they’re not presently working or “coping”

And I think

That although Wilbur is the one who’s going through it

When they cuddle, Wilbur likes to hold Tommy

Just in the sense that Tommy’s here and safe

In the midst of all the death around Wilbur

He needs to know that his person, his kid is alright

Plus having this one thing this one routine helps him feel a little on control during this out of hand time

:sparkles: Prince Tommy PR leak :sparkles:

I talked about how Tommy was close to his grandmother

and how he was smoking outside of her funeral

maybe it was during that time in his life

really dark place in his mind

smoked and drank every day

Wilbur smoked a lot during that time yet

they probably drank together a few times

like straight up vodka

Just they’re so young and so tired

and so its like, pictures of Wilbur and Tommy (and just Tommy) drinking in the parlor, and in the like, bar area of their private living area, dark eye bags, red eyes, just straight from the bottle

Both of their ties were undone, no jackets, sleeves rolled up to their elbows, Wilbur's top 3 buttons are undone, they're both like manspreading

like they're just at their lowest, particularly Tommy, but Wilbur was having an adjacent bad time

Tommy's hair is a fuckin' mess

HOWEVER, they're both still clean shaven, neither of their shorts or trousers are wrinkled or stained

They may be going through it, but the royal image waits for no one

How does the castle react? Immediate lock down.

Interrogations or some shit

none of the princes are allowed to leave

they have to do clean up

they write scripts essentially for Tommy and Wilbur to adress the press

they need to send out a memo that they don't agree with underage drinking

its all structured, scripted, and written by advisors (and their father)

major damage control

which is just not what Tommy needs right now, because he's like trying to work through his grief

and Wilbur has a fucking fight with his father about that

Phil does not care

They fucked up

Someone else fucked up

And now they’re going to be big boys and fix it Like Phil's going to Tommy's room to get him to look over what his quick press tour and Wilbur jsut stops him in front of the door "He's fucking grieving - Let him have a moment will you? Don't you know how close he was with Gran?" "You messed up. He messed up. Now you're gonna be big boys and fix it." “You’re horrible sometimes you know that?” “I am your father” “Then act like it, your majesty”

meanwhile Tommy: in bed, hasn't slept, major depressive spiral, cuddling Betty, Walter standing guard at his door, holding onto a blanket that his grandmother gave him

just - can't even cry anymore

just empty

Literally just despondent

Staring at the ceiling as Betty noses his face

like good luck getting to get up, let alone read shit

He hasn’t showered in days

He is very much not presentable

like it's only been a week or two since his grandmother's death

and he still is processing

He is no where near done grieving

[thevibraniumveterans]

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

Are you sure about that, Loki? Are you extra, extra sure about that?

Because you:

1. Joined a task force to look for Sylvie (even though you didn’t know her then) and entered the same tent she had just disappeared from mere seconds before;

2. Thought that she was you (which later she would disagree with and say “if anything, you’re me” but anyway) and therefore pretty darn easy to locate;

3. Wouldn’t at first accept the fact that she was superior to you (well, y’all are equals, and maybe she’s better than you, but we’ll get to that later);

4. Theorized with your new friend Mobius that she was hiding in apocalypses by stealing his salad and then proceeding to absolutely destroy it doing so;

5. Visited freakin’ POMPEII to prove said theory and then actually proved your theory correct;

6. Used a candy from the future as a clue to find out where she might’ve taken her next steps, and cross referenced it with the many apocalypses she might’ve been in;

7. Actually found an apocalypse that she ends up being in (Alabama 2050);

8. Went to said apocalypse to look for her (you seem pretty invested in looking for her at this point);

9. Found her first enchantment victim who then passed the enchantment onto her second victim (B-15, looking at you), whom you still thought was you;

10. Found her third enchantment victim who told you not to call her a Loki (which she’ll do again, don’t worry);

11. Acknowledged through her fourth enchantment victim that she was different than you for the first time (“I would never treat me like this,” you said);

12. Followed her through a Time Door back to the TVA after meeting her for the first time;

13. Somehow allowed her to get the best of you even though you probably didn’t mean for that to happen;

14. Grabbed her stolen TemPad and landed the both of y’all in yet another apocalypse, the worst one yet actually, one that she’s probably been to before;

15. Tried to shield her from a falling meteor, to which she said she didn’t need your help (I mean, did you have a reason to save her then?);

16. Called her weird (I mean, that’s funny as hell, I gotta give you that);

17. Opened a door for her and let her enter the mining shack first before you did;

18. Literally let down your guard around her (yes, you’re tired from all that running, but still);

19. Somehow didn’t even stop her from putting both her hands on your neck in an attempt to enchant you (it looked romantic as hell, dude, and how were you not even opposed to her doing that, given both of y’all’s antagonism toward each other?);

20. Told her mockingly “In my heart” when she asked you where you hid her stolen TemPad (I mean, you could have said literally anything else but you went for “in my heart”, okay, I see where this is going);

21. Kind of agreed with her when she said you needed her to get out of Lamentis, “you need me” being the key phrase;

22. Asked her where she was going, and followed her;

23. Acknowledged that she’s not a Loki (yay!), or at least the fact that she doesn’t want to be referred to as one;

24. Followed her into an abandoned mining town where you thought you could fool a resident who chose to stay (you couldn’t);

25. Let her get away with teasing you about your failed efforts;

26. Playfully grabbed her by the shoulders from behind as you used your magic to conjure up a guard’s outfit for yourself (which you looked absolutely hilarious in, by the way, that helmet did not help one bit);

27. Sat down with her at a booth on the train, just the two of you (I’m not calling this anything else other than a date, at this point, to be honest);

28. Told her a wistful story about your mother and how she taught you magic and how she believed in you;

29. Showed her a miniature version of the fireworks you said your mother once conjured up for you, in an attempt to make her happy (I mean, those are beautiful fireworks, and she likes them too!);

30. Playfully conjured up a feather and quill to tease her about saying “Love is hate” (she finds you funny, she just doesn’t want to admit it);

31. Asked her whether she’s got anyone waiting for her when her mission’s complete (well, she did give a sarcastic answer but that’s not my point);

32. Admitted to her that you courted both princes and princesses in the past as part and parcel of being royalty;

33. Disagreed on love being mischief (what does that even mean?!) and then told her that you might need a bit more of champagne to really get that line of thought going;

34. Sang (I’m sorry, serenaded is a better word) her a song about a fair maiden waiting for her beloved to return home (you’ll find out how prophetic that would be in due time, don’t worry);

35. Decided that a dagger was your best metaphor for love (what, does being inebriated make you better at metaphors now?)

36. Let her get mad at you for getting drunk on the train (tbh, that’s kinda your fault, but there was literally nothing else to do, so) and breaking her TemPad (honestly, how do you even break a TemPad when it’s hidden in one of your magic pockets?! How?!);

37. Asked her if she felt better after that frustration-fueled scream (I mean, that’s kinda the first time you’re looking out for her, because that’s about to get real routine);

38. Went along with her after she sarcastically suggested that y’all both should try to get the Ark off the moon, fully knowing the impossibility of doing so;

39. Bantered teasingly with her about enchantment;

40. Believed her on a dime’s drop when she said that everyone who worked that the TVA were Variants, just like the two of you;

41. Let her grab your hand before the both of you ran around the back of the Ark’s docking station in order to find another boarding point;

42. Asked her if she was okay after the both of you got knocked back by an explosion (aww, you do care for her, how sweet!);

43. Finally called her by her name just before the Ark exploded;

44. Apologized to her for ruining her mission and dooming the both of y’all to die on an exploding moon;

45. Sat and listened to her explain her motives for her mission, before telling her that though people like the both of you may lose in sometimes painful ways, y’all always survive one way or another;

46. Freakin’ COMPLIMENTED her (that’s a first), and while the both of you sat waiting for the explosion to wipe the both of you off the map, you took her hand for the first time after she put her hand on your forearm (lovely, by the way);

47. Looked longingly and sadly at her when the both of y’all were hauled back to the TVA for interrogation and then subsequently separated;

48. Denied, when interrogated (is questioned a better word?) by Mobius, that you and her are partners (ha, you’ll soon be, in more ways than one, if you weren’t already), with a look on your face that absolutely betrays your true feelings for her;

49. Couldn’t even sell your lie about meeting her to Mobius that he had to lie right back to you;

50. Thought she was dead and felt so worried for her (you should’ve seen your face!);

51. Asked if she was alive and then SIGHED IN RELIEF when you were assured that she’s still alive (oh, have you got it bad for her, and you know it);

52. Denied that she’s your girlfriend the first time Mobius teases you with that word;

53. Spilled your emotions and your feelings for her on the table when you told Mobius about how much you believe her about everyone at the TVA being Variants;

54. Didn’t even deny it the second time he called her your girlfriend;

55. When asked by Mobius if you cared about Sylvie, you didn’t know if “care” was the right word;

56. Straight-up told him, “I believe her” with such emotional conviction it’s hard to see it as anything else;

57. Nodded your head at her when the both of y’all were reunited at the very same elevators you met in front of (how poetic) and she asked you if you’re okay;

58. Literally had her back when the both of y’all fought the guards in the Timekeepers’ chambers;

59. Got distracted when she got knocked down to the floor by Judge Renslayer;

60. Were on the brink of telling her how you feel about her, telling her that revealing your emotions was kind of a new experience;

61. Decided the best option was to place your hands just by her shoulders for whatever reason;

62. Let go of her so that she wasn’t pruned like you were;

63. Admitted in a roundabout way in just three words that she was your glorious purpose (priorities shifted, eh?)

64. Proudly proclaimed that her being terrifying was the very thing that made her so brilliant;

65. Literally puffed out your chest when you said, “she needs me” (she will, much later, don’t worry);

66. Revealed that she’s the only one you do trust (oh, the way your voice just softens when you speak about her…);

67. Planned an unwise sneak attack (that would’ve involved stabbing a cloud, I mean…) on freakin’ ALIOTH because you believed that doing so would bring you back to her when you really had no idea whether it would or would not;

68. Ran down the hill you were on to reunite with her (classic reunion move, pity you didn’t complete it by hugging her, but I guess you’re not there yet) when she arrived by car and asked her if she’s okay (looks like it’s becoming a habit);

69. Hilariously tried to unsuccessfully argue, through telling her that you’ve been in the Void longer than she has (maybe for like, an hour or two? IDK) that stabbing a cloud with a dagger was your best line of defense;

70. Sat next to her and had a conversation with her, during which you…;

71. Said it was cold (whether it was or wasn’t, isn’t important), so you…;

72. Conjured up a blanket for yourself before asking if she wanted one as well and proceeded to deny that your budding romantic connection with her was the both of y’all’s nexus event;

73. Followed that up with revealing that your nexus event with her felt great, it was a nice moment (aww);

74. Proceed to deny it as another TVA lie (you really need to work on talking about your feelings!);

75. Reassured her that you don’t know what the both of y’all are doing with regards to this relationship you both have with each other;

76. Playfully wrapped part of your blanket around her shoulders (double aww, that’s the classic “I’m gonna fake yawn and drop my arm around her shoulders, y’all think she’ll notice” kind of move, and yes, she did, and she likes it) and smiled giddily like the lovesick puppy you are;

77. Acknowledged in a roundabout (and maybe not so subtle) way that she loves you;

78. Pledged to not betray her, to not let her down, because you’re not that kind of person anymore;

79. Adorably nudged her when you asked her what her plans were when all was said and done;

80. Suggested that the both of y’all could figure things out… “together”, you said (triple aww!);

81. Handed the TemPad she gave you to Mobius and told her, “You go, I go” (I mean…);

82. Let her take your hand before you went to attempt to enchant ALIOTH;

83. Interlocked both of y’all’s fingers while y’all were at it;

84. Walked hand in hand to the Citadel at the End of Time;

85. Asked her if everything’s okay after she becomes nervous before entering the Citadel;

86. Got really unimpressed when that creepy ghost clock offered the both of you a chance to rule the TVA together;

87. Stated that “We write our own destiny now”, cementing the fact that you and her are an item;

88. Warned her to not listen to He Who Remains;

89. Tried to stop her by warning her about the possible consequences of her actions;

90. Suggested that the best plan of action was to take a minute to think of whether allowing a multiversal war was better than the alternative both of y’all never wanted (unfortunate as it was to be a damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don’t situation);

91. Got upset when she told you she felt like you betrayed her (don’t worry, you didn’t);

92. Clashed blades with her even though you clearly didn’t want to;

93. Told her “No” when she suggested that you kill her and take a throne you never wanted;

94. Let her blade fall to your neck to get her to stop and consider;

95. Said to her that this feeling of revenge, bloodlust isn’t worth it because you’d once been in her shoes;

96. Told her that you didn’t want to hurt her (after acknowledging that she’s been hurt by the TVA for a lifetime) and that all you wanted was for her to be okay;

97. Shared a kiss with her.

98. Deepened that kiss (you know you did…);

99. Grieved the misfortune of not just losing her but also the outcome of recent events, knowing that what she had to do was her life’s mission that you’d previously supported her on;

100. Went up to a changed Mobius and told him by referring to her, “We made a terrible mistake. We freed the Timeline. We found him beyond the storm.”

And if that doesn’t say “she’s become my girlfriend and I’m damn proud of her”, I don’t know what does.

-

Go get her, Loki. Go get Sylvie back. We’re betting on it.

[writingblock101]

Still Insufferable (Damian Wayne x Reader)

This is a part two to Insufferable! I had an anon request this a while back and found some prompts that gave some great inspiration! Hope y’all like it! You don’t need to read part one, but it does make the transition smoother. For reference, you and Damian are 17. 

Words: 2,800 

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish @mayahoelland2013

Warnings: None

“Do you ever follow directions?” A familiar, condescending voice asks you from the ground. 

You spot an annoyed Damian Wayne from your upside perch, staring up at you with crossed arms. You grin, a little too excited to see someone who looks so annoyed with you. 

“I’m creating an extensive target practice!” You claim, gesturing with your bow to the targets down range

“By hanging upside from the rafters?” Damian raises an unimpressed eyebrow. 

“You’re questioning my methods.” 

“I’m not questioning it,” Damian corrects. “I’m saying it’s stupid.” 

You gasp in mock offense then unhook your legs and flip to the floor. 

“Your words wound me!” 

“You’ll recover,” Damian says dryly. 

“I thought you would approve of me making a more comprehensive training.”

“You were hanging upside down from the rafters. How is that more comprehensive?” Damian questions.

“Because I don’t always get the pretty shot with the perfect set up in the field!” You argue. “Sometimes, I’m making the shot while hanging upside down with a broken toe!” 

Damian pauses, his eyes flickering to your feet. 

“Is your toe broken?” He asks.

He almost sounds concerned. It’s kind of sweet. 

“No,” You admit. “But what if it was?” 

He blinks. The concern is gone. 

“You spend too much time with Roy and Jason.” 

“Well, Roy is basically raising me at this point, so yeah, kind of,” You point out. 

Damian rolls his eyes. 

“Mission briefing.” 

“Aw, you came all the way here to tell me yourself,” You tease Damian, aware of the various intercoms around the Tower.

He scowls at you, but doesn’t dampen your good mood. 

“I was the closest to the range. It made the most sense for me to come tell you.” 

“No need to make excuses,” You shrug. “I get it, I’m amazing and you can’t resist being around me.” 

“You’re insufferable.” 

“You know, that line didn’t fool me when we were 12 and it’s still not fooling me now.” 

Damian’s scowl deepens. 

“Mission briefing, now.” Then he walks off before you can make another smart ass comment. 

Sometimes, Damian makes it too easy. You hit the switch to pull the targets back in, figuring you’ll get your arrows later. 

You’ve been an official Teen Titan for a few months now. After Roy talked you into tagging along with the team for a mission, you were hooked. The rest of the team agreed to extend an invite to you, which you happily accepted. You love the team, including Damian. Despite your constant bickering, you and Damian work well together in the field, enhancing each other’s skills. 

In all honesty, you really enjoy being around Damian. While he’s a bit uptight, when he relaxes, he’s fun to be around. You’ve enjoyed getting to see the more relaxed side of Damian. Besides, it's fun to have someone who keeps up with every sarcastic remark you make, even if it includes him calling you insufferable. It’s a bit of a long shot, but you know Damian likes you more than he makes it seem he does. 

You head to the main conference room of the tower and settle in for a long presentation. While the briefings are long, and rather boring, they’re in depth. You have to give Damian credit, even when things go wrong on missions, his extensive briefings prepare your team for almost every possibility and help make adaptations to the plan on the fly. 

You fiddle with a pen, unscrewing it, laying out the pieces then put it back together as Damian talks. As you get more fidgety the longer the meeting goes on, Damian wordlessly slides a new pen over to you with a slightly different composition. You smile at him and busy your hands with taking part the new pen. Damian’s cheeks darken slightly, but before anyone can notice, he’s back in leader mode. 

Damian pulls up the blueprint, running through everyone’s role and position for the mission.

“And Black Falcon, you’re with me, handling guards on the roof and additional security measures.”

“The dream team,” You grin with a wink.

Damian rolls his eyes and ignores your remark. Instead, he fields any questions then dismisses the team. You glance down at the file briefing in front of you then remember one last question for Damian. As a few Titans clear out, you wander to the front of the room where Damian is studying the blueprint from the presentation. 

“Hey, boss man,” You wave your file at him. “This building is using the Kingsley Security system. What are your thoughts about debuting the new hacking arrows?” 

Damian frowns, flipping to the page with the schematics concerning the security system. 

“How effective is the firewall on the arrows?” 

“If you’re worried about them tracking back to us, the arrows’ firewall should be strong enough to erase our trail.” 

“Should be?” Damian raised an eyebrow. 

“They’ll be fine, but I don’t like to make guarantees.” 

“And why is that?” 

“Because sometimes, shit happens.” 

“I don’t like variables.” 

“Well, Dames, I’ve got bad news for you about how life works.” 

You cross your arms, leaning your hip against the table. 

“I don’t like variables on my missions when lives are on the line,” Damian says, scanning over the Kingsley credentials. 

“We’re connected to a computer with the highest level of security to currently exist. Even if they manage to trace back the arrows, they won’t get far.” 

Jon and Colin watch you two bicker about arrows and security.

“He likes having someone to argue with way too much,” Colin mutters to Jon. 

Jon nods along. 

“You’re telling me. He’s not going to do anything about it though.” 

Colin cracks a grin. 

“He’s just gonna roll his eyes and tell her she’s insufferable.” 

Jon and Colin snicker, catching Damian’s attention. He narrows his eyes at the two who sit innocently. 

“Listen,” You bring Damian’s attention back to you. “It’s your mission and I’ll respect whatever you want to do, but the only way for me to improve the arrows design is to test them.” 

“I’ll consider it,” Damian says. 

His phone lights up with notification on the table. Your eyes dart toward the light and your eyebrows go up. Damian catches your eye and snatches his phone off the table with red cheeks.

“Am I your lock screen?” You ask with a small grin. 

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” Damian shoves his phone in his back pocket. 

“Really?” Your grin grows as your eyebrows move higher. 

Jon and Colin watch with shit eating grins. 

“Grayson set it,” Damian growls. “I haven’t bothered to change it.” 

“Sure, he did,” You nod. “It’s a cute picture.” 

The picture is after Damian and Bruce got into a huge argument, bad enough that Damian called Dick to get him out of the Manor. Dick figured it would be a good day to give Damian a childhood experience he missed out on and decided to take Damian to a theme park. Knowing you were in town with Jason while Roy was handling some business in Gotham, he talked Jason into bringing you. While at the park, Dick insisted you and Damian needed to try a funnel cake since neither of you had ever had one. 

You and Damian decided to split one since Dick warned you they were pretty sweet. When you and Damian tried your first bites, Damian’s face instantly scrunched up which made you laugh and Dick managed to catch the moment on camera. 

Damian scowls at you while you just grin. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone and ruin your reputation,” You laugh, leaving the room. 

Damian scowls at you as you leave and returns his attention to collecting his files. 

“Ah Dames, get that look off your face, we all know how you feel,” Jon teases. 

Damian turns, scowling at Jon. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Sure you don’t,” Colin rolls his eyes. “We can all tell you like Y/N.” 

“She’s--”

“Insufferable,” Jon finishes. “Yeah, we know. You know, just because you keep saying it, doesn’t mean it’s actually true.” 

“And you know, we get it, you’re a condensing, uptight dick--” Colin starts to rattle off. 

“Why does everyone assume the worst of me?” Damian scowls at Colin. 

“It saves time,” He grins at his friend. “But, despite those things, you can be charming when you want to be. And if you actually acted on that charm, Y/N would agree to a date with you.” 

Jon stares at Colin for a minute, looking unimpressed then turns to Damian. 

“My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.” 

“I didn’t ask for advice,” Damian growls. 

“We are aware and we also are aware that you never will,” Colin nods. 

“Why not let yourself be happy, Dames?” Jon asks. 

“I am happy,” Damian glares at the two of them then walks out of the room, tired of hearing their advice. 

“Think he’ll listen?” Colin asks. 

Jon shrugs. 

“Who knows.” 

. . . 

Your back hits the ground but you roll to the balls of your feet, breathing hard. You tighten your grip on your bo staff, ready to lunge for another hit when you notice Damian walk into the training room. As he walks toward you, you straighten up and grab your water, figuring it’s time for a break. Damian raises his eyebrows at your bo staff. 

“That’s not your normal choice in weapons,” He observes. 

You shrug, taking a swing of water and ignoring your cheeks heating up. While you wanted to expand your training, you’ve seen Damian using a bo staff a lot. He seems to like them so you figured you’d give them a shot. Besides, Tim has given you a few pointers. 

“Decided to try something new,” You say casually. 

Damian quirks an eyebrow, but says nothing else. 

“I’ve been thinking--” He starts. 

“A dangerous pastime,” You nod solemnly. 

Damian glares at you but continues, as if he didn’t hear your sarcastic comment. 

“We have a strong enough firewall on the computer in the Tower that if your arrows malfunctioned, we could detect and fight a security breach.” 

“So, I can bring them on the mission?” You finish. 

���Yes.” 

“Sweet!” You grin, pumping your fist. 

Damian rolls his eyes again at your celebration, but you can see him trying not to smile. He turns to leave, but you look back at the bo staff you were training with. 

“Wait! Damian!” You call. 

He turns, looking at you with raised eyebrows. 

“You’re better with a bo staff than I am,” You admit. “Wanna help me out?” 

Damian’s eyes flicker between you and the bo staff. You see a small smile fighting its way onto his face. 

“I’ll change into something more suiting for training.” 

You grin, spinning the staff around you then go into a mock solute. 

“Yes, commander.” 

Damian rolls his eyes again, but leaves to change. 

. . . 

You swing your staff up hard, but Damian blocks it and swipes at your legs with a low kick. Grinning as he falls into the expected move, you flip your staff around and hit Damian’s side. He grunts and moves again, this time, landing a hard blow to your arm. You grimace at the force, but swing your staff around again and manage to knock Damian’s legs out from under him with a move he showed you. 

Damian hits the ground hard with a grunt, but instead of rolling to his feet for another hit, he lays on the ground, looking a little dazed. 

“I got it!” You cheered as Damian sits up, watching you with a small smile. 

“Drive your hips more so the power doesn’t come from your arms as much,” He instructs. 

“You know, with all the archery I do,” You flex a muscular arm. “I’m pretty sure my arms are stronger than my hips at this point.” 

Damian rolls his eyes as he pushes himself to his feet. You swear you sees his eyes lingering on your flexed arm. 

“Basic anatomy,” He claims. 

“Right, your definition of “basic” and a normal person’s is pretty different.” 

Damian raises an eyebrow at you. 

“How do you mean?” 

You narrow your eyes. 

“You know what I mean.” 

“I don’t,” But the slow start of a shit eating grin on his face tells you Damian knows how you meant that statement. 

You groan, throwing your hands up. 

“Okay, fine, Wayne. I’ll give it to you, you’re pretty smart.” 

“Am I now?” Damian full on grins, making your heart flutter. 

You roll your eyes again, despite your raised heart rate. 

“I’m not going to say it again.” 

“I didn’t think you would. It doesn’t change the truth.” 

You sigh, shaking your head. 

“Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?” You question as you walk toward your water. 

Damian freezes for a moment, your words slowly mulling over in his head. Before he can say anything else, his watch beeps. Damian looks down at it with a scowl.

“Duty calls?” You ask, handing Damian his water. 

He looks up from the notification and nods. 

“Get dressed, we leave in ten minutes.”

. . . 

Following your normal post mission tradition, you relax on the roof with a few boxes of take out. You dig into your box of fried rice, enjoying the view as your legs dangle over the edge of the huge tower. The roof access door opens and someone sits next to you but you don’t have to turn to see who. Wordlessly, you hold out Damian’s vegetarian Lo Mein which you took the courtesy to grab while he showered after the mission. 

“Your arrows worked,” Damian comments, accepting the box from you and digging in with his own chopsticks. 

“Mmhm,” You hum with a smirk. “Told you.” 

Damian rolls his eyes. 

“Of course you wouldn’t be able to resist making a childish remark.” 

You grin, nudging Damian’s shoulder. 

“You knew I already knew the arrows worked. You just wanted to hear me say it.” 

“I absolutely did not.” 

“Sure you didn’t. I’m irresistible.” 

“You’re insufferable,” Damian corrects. 

“I still don’t believe that line.” 

“Your belief does not change the truth.” 

You laugh, leaning against Damian as you both continue eating, enjoying the view and each other’s company. After the first time Damian joined you on the roof, it became both of your traditions to enjoy your post mission meals together. Later, you would rejoin the team for game night or movie night, but for now, you two enjoy your quiet meals and unwind peacefully. 

Once your meals are finished and the boxes are discarded to the side, you scoot closer to Damian, resting your head on his shoulder. He slowly places a hand on your knee, seeming a bit uncertain. You smile to yourself and squeeze his arm, scooting a little closer to encourage him. He leans into you, seeming more relaxed by the affection. 

“You know,” You finally say after a few minutes of silently watching the sun set. “I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.” 

“How much did you intend to like me?” Damian asks.

You feel him starting to go stiff. 

“Well, given you insulted me when I first met you,” You point out with a shrug. “I didn’t expect to like you very much.” 

“And now?” Damian asks hesitantly. 

You lift your head from Damian’s shoulder to look at him, your noses inches away.

“Now, you’re pretty alright,” You tease, admiring his pretty green eyes. 

Damian rolls his eyes with a small laugh. 

“Just alright?” He asks, squeezing your knee lightly. 

“Well,” You shrug again, feeling your heart pound. “Maybe a little more than alright.” 

You stare at each other for a long moment until Damian’s eyes flicker to your lips. Here goes nothing. Before you can bring yourself to regret, you close the small distance between each other and press your lips to his. He’s hesitant for a moment, stiff against you. Before you can pull away, Damian’s fingers sink into your hair, pulling you closer as he kisses you back. 

You melt into the kiss and grip his shirt tightly. As he shifts his head to deepen the kiss, a voice yells from behind you: 

“It’s about time!” 

You and Damian jump apart, still holding a hand on each other to see Jon standing by the roof access door. Damian scowls at him while Jon grins like he’s just won the lottery. 

“You have no idea how annoying it was so watch you two pretend like you don’t like each other,” Jon rolls his eyes. “Come on, we’re starting game night.” 

He disappears back through the door as you look back at Damian. 

“Well, duty calls,” You joke, sliding off the ledge. 

Damian turns, catches your wrist, and tugs you back to him.

“They can wait,” He mutters to you, kissing you again. 

You happily melt into the kiss, your hands on Damian’s chest as his hands slide to your hips. 

“Am I still insufferable?” You tease against Damian’s lips. 

He smirks, standing to his feet and pulling you close by your waist. 

“Yes,” He kisses you again. 

I’ve been writing things as I get inspiration. I think I’ll be compiling a prompt lists soon because I have some request... They are really big ideas and I don’t think I can take on any projects that big right now. I hope you enjoyed!