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AU in which Tommy was just a foster kid doing his best to keep it together.
It’d been over a year since the last time he and his brothers were all placed together in the same house, and he would be /damned/ if he was the one to fuck it up.
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Au in which Tommy was the only human on board the ship.
//TWs for depression and (unintentionally) disordered eating
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//part two
Tommy froze.
He was wearing only a t-shirt.
Dozens of bruises were on full display.
AU in which Tommy was just a foster kid doing his best to keep it together.
It’d been over a year since the last time he and his brothers were all placed together in the same house, and he would be /damned/ if he was the one to fuck it up.
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//part two
It was hours before he woke up to all his crew mates and Ranboo sitting around him, while Tubbo lay in the bed next to him.
The pure relief of the contact was almost enough to bring him to tears.
“Tommy!” Wilbur announced, snapping him back to reality.
Au in which Tommy was the only human on board the ship.
//TWs for depression and (unintentionally) disordered eating
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AU in which there’s always that one friend in the group everyone bullies.
And three months ago, Tommy didn’t mind it being him, truly.
He loved his friends, and he knew they loved him, even if they were assholes.
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AU in which Tommy’s specialty when it came to magic was luck.
(TW for mental health and suicide mentions)
He was quite literally (as his dad often pointed out) a lucky charm when he wanted to be.
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// part 2
“Holy shit,” Tubbo cursed under his breath. Tommy flinched.
“Tommy— Prime— are you okay?” Ranboo asked, rushing forward and grabbing the bandages out of his hands, taking over without being asked. Tommy let him.
AU in which there’s always that one friend in the group everyone bullies.
And three months ago, Tommy didn’t mind it being him, truly.
He loved his friends, and he knew they loved him, even if they were assholes.
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// bonus healing snippet as thanks for 200 followers!!!!
“Well, seeing as Tommy is a massive loser, a dork, if you will—“ Jack started in an intentionally obnoxious tone.
Tubbo cut him off: “No! We are on our being-kind-to-Tommy arc!! That was /not/ kind!”
// part 2
“Holy shit,” Tubbo cursed under his breath. Tommy flinched.
“Tommy— Prime— are you okay?” Ranboo asked, rushing forward and grabbing the bandages out of his hands, taking over without being asked. Tommy let him.
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//part two (TW for mentions of suicidal thoughts)
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Was the first thing Tommy heard when he opened his eyes.
“Nice to see you too, Wilbur.”
AU in which Tommy’s specialty when it came to magic was luck.
(TW for mental health and suicide mentions)
He was quite literally (as his dad often pointed out) a lucky charm when he wanted to be.
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What he could not ignore, however, was the anger in Phil’s voice when he accidentally walked into Tommy’s room without knocking:
“What the /fuck/ is on your arms?”
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Their foster father, Phil, might’ve been one of the kindest parents he’d ever lived with, but that didn’t mean he’d tolerate any extra trouble— three kids was already too much.
Of course, Tommy had to go and start getting himself bullied. Again.
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It didn’t start slow. The bullies figured out he was a foster kid and immediately laid into him: berating him until the words blurred together and kicking him until he cried.
It was hell.
But Phil was so nice, and he’d missed his brothers /so/ much. He couldn’t screw this up.
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Unfortunately, said brothers found out after only a few weeks:
“You can’t tell Phil,” was the first thing Tommy said.
Wilbur just stared at him, shirtless and covered in blood and bruises in Phil’s upstairs bathroom. He cursed himself for forgetting to lock the door.
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“Please. I- I can handle this. It’s not as bad as it looks. I- /please/. I don’t want to go back to never seeing you guys. I /can’t/ go back to being alone."
It took a long moment, but his brother nodded.
“Technoblade,” Wilbur protested, but even his voice was weak.
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AU in which Wilbur most certainly did /not/ imprint on Technoblade.
(
#twinsduoweek
Day 4– Hybrids)
He was /human/, and humans didn’t /do/ that.
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He was already up close and inspecting every injury before he’d finished asking, and Tommy did his best to stay still for his examination.
This sort of thing was routine for them after all.
“You can’t do anything,” Tommy whispered. “He’ll kick us out— you /know/ he will.”
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Technoblade shook his head: “I can’t let you keep getting hurt.”
“And I can’t lose you again,” Tommy nearly sobbed.
Finally, Technoblade paused.
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“Technoblade,” Wilbur called out shakily, not even bothering to respond to Tommy.
Tommy swallowed in fear.
Another moment and their other brother was in the room.
“Holy crap, Tommy, what happened? Are you okay?”
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“We love you, you know,” Wilbur said softly, a hand carding through his hair.
“I know,” Tommy whispered, relishing in the soft touch.
“We’re only agreeing to this because we love you.”
“I know.”
“If you say the word I’ll kill them,” Technoblade threatened.
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“He’s right, Wil.”
“/Look/ at him.”
“At least I /can/ look at him right now! What happens if we do something and Phil finds out and we get separated again? I can’t take that.”
“There has to be something we can do!”
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Technoblade swallowed, and Tommy could tell it hurt him to push for this. “We’ll keep an eye on it.” He turned back to Tommy. “I’m personally checking you for injuries every day, and if it goes too far I’m pulling the plug. Okay?”
Tommy nodded, not daring to protest.
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The bruises under Tommy’s shirts were worth the nights spent with Wilbur’s quiet singing and stupid jokes.
Every insult washed away when Technoblade picked him up or read an old story to him.
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The pattern involved movie nights with Phil and day trips to local landmarks.
The pattern involved their foster father slowly getting to know them— signing Wilbur up for music lessons and paying for Technoblade’s gym membership.
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Technoblade followed through on his promise to personally patch up every scrape and check every bruise for internal damage that day.
Once he was deemed clear, Tommy redressed and they all went to Wilbur’s room, sharing a bed that was far too small for three teenage boys.
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Tommy smiled. “Thanks, I’ll keep that one in mind.”
The pattern continued for months.
Tommy went to school, kept his head down, and suffered through his torment. His brothers escorted him around when they could, but more often than not he was left to fend for himself.
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It involved hugs and homemade meals and even /celebrating Tommy’s birthday/, which was a crazy new experience for him.
More than anything else, it involved the three of them, /together/, for a longer time than they’d been afforded in years.
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He could ignore his own unshed tears after each beating and pretend it didn’t still hurt to walk on his left ankle despite the push down the stairs having been over a month ago now.
He could ignore the ever-deepening pit in his stomach that told him he deserved all of it.
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So he decided he could pretend to ignore their pitying looks when they saw his hands shake before school each morning.
He could look past the way Technoblade’s fists clenched when he saw a particularly nasty bruise.
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After school, Technoblade patched him up, and then both his brothers would do their best to make it up to him.
He knew it killed them, to watch him get hurt and do nothing to help.
But the pattern was more than just pain and recovery.
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//part two
Wilbur woke up on the couch upstairs, a chilled wet rag on his forehead that he peeled off with a bit of disgust.
“Oh! You’re awake!” Technoblade said.
He jumped. “Y- yeah! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. Do- do you want to go finish?”
AU in which Wilbur was a battery.
(
#twinsduoweek
Day 2– Magic)
A person with great magic but unable to use it— he existed, rather, to be the thing being used.
Other mages would bind themselves to him and use him to perform spells they were too weak to do on their own.
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AU in which Wilbur was a battery.
(
#twinsduoweek
Day 2– Magic)
A person with great magic but unable to use it— he existed, rather, to be the thing being used.
Other mages would bind themselves to him and use him to perform spells they were too weak to do on their own.
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It was hard to stand and harder to walk. Keeping his eyes open was nearly impossible.
He wasn’t even surprised when he fainted during a ship meeting.
It was only the first time it’d happened in /public/, after all.
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Days later he found himself with his sprained ankle bandaged but otherwise declared fine and all his bullies expelled.
He knew he’d made the right choice in who to trust and who to love.
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AU in which Technoblade had become king far too young.
(
#twinsduoweek
Day 1– Royal)
He was only 16 and had an entire kingdom relying on him for everything, without a single person considering his feelings.
Wilbur figured he shouldn’t add to that.
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Which was why he knew he was /fucked/ the moment Tubbo and Ranboo walked in on him bandaging his bloody arm in the school bathroom, sweatshirt off and every injury on full display.
Spilling secrets had always been one of the things that got him made fun of the most.
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Luckily Wilbur answered for him: “No one is usually willing to take all three of us together. You were. We /really/ didn’t want to mess that up.”
“You thought I’d kick you all out because Tommy was getting bullied?”
Wilbur nodded shamefully.
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They all drew in sharp breaths.
Love was an invisible line in foster families, one they weren’t meant to cross. Families could like them, tolerate them, and even care about them. Love was off the table though— that was too deep, too /permanent/, to be wasted on a foster child.
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“Kids, listen, I- I know I haven’t said it outright, but I care about you. A lot. I want the best for you. More than that: I want /you/. I wouldn’t kick you out over something that’s not your fault. Or over /anything/, really.”
Tommy blinked.
/Oh/.
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“Tommy, what /happened/ to you?”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his eyes already welling up with tears. “I’m sorry— I- I’m so sorry. Please don’t kick us out, I’m sorry.”
“What happened?” Phil repeated, coming closer. He stopped when Tommy started backing up in terror.
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Ranboo might joke about leaving him places, but he didn’t do it. Tubbo might hide behind walls to jump scare him, but he was still the one to take the spider outside when Tommy screamed. Jack might mock his stutter but he’d kill anyone else who did the same.
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He had three crew mates, each from a different species.
They had uncountable differences, but it didn’t take him long to realize there was one that was key between him and them:
They didn’t require company.
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Through the open doorway, he saw Wilbur and Technoblade, who’d come to see what was happening.
Both their faces fell when they saw what Phil did— when they saw what a fuck up their younger brother was.
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“I- Okay. Okay, come inside the room, Let’s have a proper discussion about this.”
His brothers did as they were told, each sitting on either side of Tommy on his bed.
He tried to savor the feeling of them surrounding him— he didn’t know how many more times he’d get it.
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“You never need to hide this kind of thing from me; I’ll always be here to help you when you need it.”
Tommy furrowed his brow: Phil was still talking about them in present tense. Almost like…
“So… you’re not getting rid of us?” Technoblade asked cautiously.
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Tommy nodded, the words not really sinking in. “I— thank you.”
Phil was /keeping/ them? Keeping /him/?
Phil smiled, though it was clearly at least a little forced. “It’s what I’m here for. I mean it: I care about you guys. I… I love you guys.”
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“He’s just trying to cover for me,” Tommy whispered. “It’s all my fault. It was some kids at school. I- I didn’t fight back, I promise. They weren’t fights, I swear, and I- I never started it. Please don’t— don’t be mad at them.”
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Phil looked… upset, Tommy decided, though the word felt like a bit of an understatement.
“So… you’ve been getting beat up at school?” He asked eventually.
Tommy nodded: “I’m really sorry, I- I tried to be good. I’m just… not the most likable I guess.”
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“I love you too,” Tommy whispered, barely audible. Screw the ‘rules,’ he decided.
“Me too,” Technoblade said after another pause.
“Yeah. I- I love you too,” Wilbur said.
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AU in which Wilbur was a terrible, /terrible/, teacher, in Technoblade’s opinion.
(
#twinsduoweek
Day 7– Fluff)
“You’re hopeless,” his twin told him.
“What? This makes me feel plenty hopeful,” he protested, strumming the same tune on his guitar for the fifth time.
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For the billionth time in his life, he wished he was better— more tolerable, a less attractive target. If he wasn’t so insufferably annoying no one would’ve hurt him, and they wouldn’t be in the position to begin with.
He hadn’t been lying when he told Phil it was all his fault.
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“I’m sorry,” he said again, as if the mantra could save him from what came next.
Phil was going to kick them out and his brothers would hate him for ruining yet another good house all because he couldn't take a few stupid punches.
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Phil almost looked like he was going to argue before deciding against it: “And you all knew and hid this from me?”
He nodded again, and his brothers did the same when Phil turned to look at them.
“/Why/?” The question was oddly desperate.
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They might have made a thousand jokes a day at his expense, but he gave back just as much as he took, and it was all in good fun.
It was.
And then, of course, some people who weren’t in on the joke found out.
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“No,” Phil said. “I’m not. I’m gonna… probably take Tommy to the doctor, and then call your school to get this sorted out. And—“ he turned to look directly at Tommy— “you’re going to give me /names/, so I can make sure these assholes pay, okay?”
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All their comfort would vanish. The care Tommy had been given in increasing amounts as all three of them tried futilely to hold him together was as good as gone.
/They/ were as good as gone.
He could have cried on the spot.
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“/You/ did this to him?” Phil accused incredulously.
Technoblade actually flinched away from the words: “What? No, no, I would never, I- I just—“
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Tubbo hesitated. “No, of course not. But there’s no time for that sappy nonsense. Come on, we have assholes to tell your brothers about and a leprechaun to bully.”
Tommy laughed.
Maybe (just maybe) staying late at school hadn’t been entirely for the worse.
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He ended up researching all their species and it confirmed what he already knew: they were non-hostile, but had no social drive nor necessity.
Tommy could not say the same for himself: even by his species’ standards he knew he was hyper-extroverted.
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At first, he’d thought it was him. He’d been hurt, wondering why they didn’t want to spend time with him, and wasted /weeks/ trying to find activities they’d be willing to do.
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It always was.
Phil, oblivious to Tommy’s self-deprecating inner monologue, sat facing them from Tommy’s desk chair.
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It didn’t start out so bad. Snide comments about how his friends hated him and rude jokes about how stupid he was not to notice.
He brushed it off.
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He’d rather stay in bed. At least there the cold couldn’t bite into him the same way. He could give himself a hug and pretend it was the same as someone else’s.
He missed Tubbo and Ranboo.
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Luckily they were nice— Tubbo was also human, and possibly the clingiest one he’d ever met— himself included. Tommy had complained about it before but he’d /kill/ for it now.
He slowly felt himself growing weaker.
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Phil turned around to see who he was talking to, and Tommy could only imagine how much angrier it must’ve made him.
“It’s not his fault,” Techno blurted out. “It’s mine, don’t be mad at him, please. It’s my fault.”
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“Um. It’s like a minor human sickness— nothing to worry about. It’s inconvenient for us but that’s all, I swear.”
Phil didn’t look wholly convinced, but didn’t push him much further: “Okay. I trust you.”
Tommy’s heart sank.
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His shipmates noticed, of course they did, but they were easy enough to dismiss.
“Tommy your medical status is degrading,” Phil informed him one day.
“Just a cold,” he dismissed it.
“What does that mean?”
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He brushed off them knocking his things out of his hands and tripping him in the hallways. He was used to it, even if this was a little harsher than anything Purpled would ever do.
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Phil smiled for real at that, before standing up.
Somehow they all mutually moved into a hug, and despite it being a little painful, it was the best Tommy had felt in months.
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Tommy shrugged. “Sometimes.”
“Do you want us to eat together?”
Tommy quickly shook his head. “No! It’s not an important thing, just a difference I was wondering about. Sorry, don’t worry about it.” instantly crushed. “Oh. Okay.”
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“I was fucking your mum, if you must know, Jack Manifold. All of your mums, actually.”
They all groaned and fake gagged, laughing all the same.
Tommy didn’t have the heart to bring the mood down.
Or, more accurately, he didn’t have the /nerve./
So he sucked it up.
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He couldn’t summon the energy to make himself food anymore. He just didn’t care enough to bother. What was the point of wasting so much time and effort on cooking just to eat alone at their cold metal dining table?
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But then he realized they didn’t spend time with each other either. When they were in the same area they’d talk and laugh and get along great, but then they’d part ways and not speak again until they had a reason to.
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He was so lonely. And sad. He barely dragged himself out of bed long enough to do his daily chores and ship maintenance before collapsing again.
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They weren’t mean when Tommy approached them unprompted, but they were clearly confused.
He tried asking about these habits only a few times.
“Why don’t you guys eat together?” Tommy questioned as Technoblade prepared lunch only for himself.
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He’d been on their ship before this one, having snuck onto it as a desperate last attempt to escape from a past he’d rather not recall.
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Technoblade shrugged: “Okay.”
Tommy left the kitchen after that. Techno was right— he wasn’t hungry just because one of his crewmates was eating. He hated that the other’s reasoning was so logical; that he couldn’t even protest. Not without revealing how selfish he was at least.
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But it only made them annoyed that he was wasting their time, so he eventually stopped.
He didn’t want to poison the rare interactions he got by making them mad at him.
The months drew on and it got harder and harder to pretend he wasn’t wasting away.
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He hated lying about the cause, but he was right about one thing: it /wasn’t/ a big deal.
He wasn’t desperate enough for attention to claim it was.
He stopped seeking them out at all after a while.
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He looked confused. “Why would we? We’re not hungry at the same time and usually don’t want the same thing; planning around each other would leave everyone dissatisfied.“
Any naive hope he had of possibly talking them into it was“Why? Do humans eat together?”
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Lonelyness ate at him day and night, every fleeting interaction only making him more desperate. He volunteered for every task that had to be completed with a partner and tried to draw it out as much as he could.
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//end of part one
aahhhh thank u for reading!! sorry if it was kinda bad it was an impulsive 2am decision to write lol
part two is waiting in my notes app if anyone is interested!!
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“So,” Wilbur started. “There’s just one more thing to figure out: how much attention are we talking, exactly? Like constantly? Or…”
Tommy laughed, and, despite it all, he began to believe might all be okay.
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But he didn’t want to bother them with his stupid human problems, so he did the only thing he could: he sucked it up.
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However, he couldn’t say, for all the times Eryn had poked him or Ranboo had picked him up against his will, that he’d ever really taken a punch.
So when Dream pinned him to the bathroom wall and punched him repeatedly, it was a new experience.
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His friends brought it up a few times— asking if he was okay or if they’d gone too far or if something else was going on.
Each time, either he brushed it off or someone else did it for him.
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“He was probably getting beat up,” Jack joked before Tommy could even open his mouth. “‘The People’ are finally learning from us.”
Everyone laughed.
And what was Tommy supposed to say about that?
He couldn’t exactly confirm it.
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He pretended Tubbo's light swat on his shoulder didn't press on an open would.
He took the punches and the insults and the constant jokes at his expense until couldn’t tell where the line between his friends and his tormentors was anymore.
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Sure, maybe they noticed he wasn’t fighting back as much in their arguments. He accepted their bullying with little protest, just forced smiles and strained laughs.
It was possible they even noticed he was hardly talking at all /all/ anymore, too anxious about the consequences.
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He didn’t talk too loud or defend himself from nearly any insults. He didn’t make inappropriate jokes or allow himself to be the center of attention.
He liked to think he was better. Less annoying and more tolerable, hopefully. Definitely quieter, if nothing else.
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“Fuck,” he groaned, louder than he wanted to.
“Shut up,” Dream hissed, punching him again.
He choked down his reaction this time, his eyes still brimming with unshed tears.
It was a long time before the beating ended.
It was only the first of many.
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The worst was when they asked if he was getting bullied— always in a mocking tone.
They knew he was getting bullied.
They just didn’t know they weren’t the only ones doing it.
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That day, he’d almost cracked. He’d almost broken down and told his friends. But when he saw them later on they stole the words out of his mouth—
“Why are you so late?” Tubbo asked as he approached their lunch table.
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But they didn’t really think anything was wrong. They probably even liked him better like this: all their questions about his well-being were just more teases.
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/Don’t do this. Please./
Tubbo stared right back:
/You know I have to./
“Humans need daily social interactions. Conversations, meals, general quality time, /touch/. We’ll get sick without it, and we might not /die/ but it’s not good for us.”
Tommy looked down.
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Tommy gave him a small nod and wave, deeply confused. Why were they all here?
Tubbo and Ranboo were millions of miles away last time he checked, and he’d found out after an accident last month that his crewmates didn’t believe in waiting by a person’s side while they healed:
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//end of part one
aaaaahhhhh The People seemed to like the other thread i posted so i made another? um. yeah! part two is ready if anyone has interest! thanks for reading this far lol
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He started shrinking in on himself around both of them just in case.
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It’s not like there was a practical reason to do so after all.
“Oh thank Prime you’re okay.”
Tommy nodded. “Yeah, thanks, I’m fine.”
“Shut up,” Tubbo told him, causing him to jump slightly in the boy’s hold. “You’re not /fine/, you’re /stupid/.”
“Ouch?”
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AU in which Wilbur messed up again.
(
#twinsduoweek
Day 5— Superpowers)
He fucked up the mission, and people got hurt because of him.
/Tommy/ got hurt because of him.
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“Nothing!”
“This isn’t nothing!”
“It’s fine! I- I’m used to it!”
That was enough to render Ranboo still and Tubbo silent for just long enough for Tommy to realize he’d messed up.
“I- I mean—“
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