#tate'sworld

[To Daddy]: Daddy?

[To Daddy]: I did a thing

[To Daddy]: Sends image

Tate looked at his camera, the new piercing in his nose prominent. It’d been impulsive due to going with the other employees of Madame et Monsieur to get piercings. It was a nice stud in his nose, a simple green dot on his nose.

[To Daddy]: Please don’t be mad...

“I told you I’d asked!” Tate pouted as he lied. “I just wanted to see if we would be good parents!” He was being scolded for luring the 5 year old into their apartment to watch TV as he waited for Jack to return home. “Besides! They love us!”

Tate slipped into the apartment a moment before Jack. He’d been planning out his next heist but knew Jack couldn’t know about it. He was the head person after all. He just had enough time to slip an apron over his head and tie it when he heard the door click open.

Tate’s mother is a stout woman, Molly Weasley-esque in a way. She called for Jack to “sit sit” in the kitchen while she put on some tea for them, english accent stronger than her son’s. “I didn’t know Dumpling had a partner.” She looked out to the living room where Tate was shakily talking to his family. “You didn’t tell me you had a partner Dumpling!” “I’m 21 mum!” Tate called back face glowing red, “Please don’t call me that anymore!”

Felicity shrugged and sarcastically replied, “Yay, let’s celebrate some Europeans stealing land and killing people who were born there.” 

“Come on Fee.” Blake moaned as he passed the plate of turkey towards the girl, “Do you have to ruin every holiday?”

“She’s right though.” Opal laughed as she moved the turkey as far away from her as possible. “Not to mention we slaughter the bird that was almost our national symbol. That shows commitment.” 

“Says the vegetarian.” Chelsea repeated, mocking her. “’This bird was named Kevin. He had a lovely wife and three eggs at home.’ Give it a break girly, you can’t save them all.” 

“Chels!” Dylan snapped, “You scared Tate again.” All eyes swirled to the youngest and littlest of the group whose eyes were as big as dinner plates. “She was kidding Tate.”

“Poor Kevin...” Tate whispered as he looked down at the turkey on his plate. 

He looked back up with some tears in his eyes and Chelsea sighed. “I was just kiddin’ Tate. This wasn’t a turkey named Kevin, he doesn’t have a turkey wife, no eggs, nothing.”

“I think I’m a vegetarian now...” Tate murmured putting the rest of his turkey onto Dylan’s plate. 

From Blake and Tate to Jack

How interested they are in having sex with them: Very Much. He looks Cute, so…. more than likely!How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: $500. I don’t pay for people…. um is $200 a good answer?If they would rather bottom or top them: I’d top him so hard. Bottom, duh.How good they think they would be: Better than Blake. Pretty good. Tate, I heard you.If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them: Kitchen counter. Shower sex sounds fun!If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: Fuck. Make love If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick: Tate. Ethan. What!? Don’t give me that look Blake!If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen: Possibly. I mean it’s already happening.