Chapter Text
It was a cold Winter night— or as cold as it could get in the desert which noticeably wasn’t too cold. Tara(or more known as Tommy by his friends) was in the kitchen drying his hands off with a paper towel after being done with washing the dishes. This was a weekly chore, and Tommy made sure to do his damn best when it came to washing dishes. His brother Techno would often complain about the dishes still being dirty even after they were washed, saying along the lines of,“I bet I could do a better job at washing dishes”, and boy did Tommy really wanna prove Techno wrong. And so he did just that. Pleased with his work, he threw the paper towel in the bin with a grin on his face— that is until Wilbur came into the kitchen. Tommy watched as Wilbur grabbed a cup from the rack and swiftly opened the fridge door only to pull out a carton of orange juice and twist the lid off before pouring it in said cup.
How could Wilbur do this— betray his own brother and act as if Tommy didn’t just spend hours and hours(5 seconds) to clean it. Tommy watched in horror as Wilbur drank the orange juice before deciding to speak up. And as the young and respectful gentlemen he was, he cleared his throat before saying,“Hey! I just washed that! You fucking dickhead!” Tommy complained as Wilbur just drank and drank at the orange liquid, not bothering to quiet down. Wilbur just let out a small hum of acknowledgment before putting the cup beside the sink. Wilbur had a sly smile on his face, and like the good older brother he came up with an idea. Without saying a single word he went back up to his room and grabbed all the dirty dishes he had laying around before coming back downstairs and placing them beside the sink. Tommy looked in bewilderment at how many fucking dirty dishes Wilbur had hoarded up in his room, and oh boy Tommy just wanted to crawl in a hole and cry. Wilbur just watched in amusement as his younger sister brother stared at the dishes with a defeated expression.
He couldn’t help but stifle a small laugh before ruffling his sisters hair in hopes to cheer her up. “I can always do those later Tara. I know you’ve been trying to live up to Tech’s standards with how clean the dishes are-” Tommy swatted Wilbur’s hand away and started grumbling on and on about how big of an ‘asshole’ Wilbur was for the dishes. Wilbur, being Wilbur, took this chance and obviously decided to tease his little sister. “Aww.. Is the little princess Tara upset at big bro Wilby?~” Tommy felt himself go tense at the nickname, but did his best not to show it bothered him. He muttered a small ‘shut up’ under his breath before turning away from Wilbur. Wilbur being the observant little dipshit he was noticed the shift in Tara’s mood. He’d recently taken into account that Tara’s mood changed when joking around too much— but as observant as he could be he was fucking oblivious. Wilbur had assumed that the mood change came from him teasing his little sister too much, so he decided to apologize. “Hey Tara… I know being the only girl in the family can be… challenging. But just know that if I ever take my teasing too far and you feel uncomfortable, you tell me. As your big bro it’s my responsibility to take care of you, and I sure as hell wouldn’t want my little princess feeling uncomfortable.” Wilbur looked down at his little sister with a small lopsided smile on his face. He knew that Tara was different than other girls— she cursed a LOT for a 17 year old, she always insisted on helping out her brothers with the ‘manly’ stuff, and dressed more like a boy than a girl, but that’s what made his little sister unique.
Tommy’s heart started beating at a faster rate. He felt his jaw tense as he tried to hold in his tears. He whispered out a small ‘no’ as Wilbur pulled him in for a hug. Tommy didn’t want to be the 'princess' of the family. He never asked to be born as a girl.. HELL, he never asked to be born either way! Why does he have to suffer in this life by being born into the wrong body. Part of him just wishes that he never would’ve been born, that something would’ve gone wrong during the surgery when he was just a newborn, just so he wouldn’t have to suffer. “No?…” Wilbur whispered quietly before pulling Tommy away a little and looking down at her, confused as to what she said. He let out a small sigh before the corner of his lip twitched up. “You’ll always be my princess, no matter what…” Wilbur kissed the top of Tommy’s head and patted his back gently.
Tommy could feel himself about to break down at any given moment, so he just left. He left Wilbur’s arms and hurried up to his room, closing the door behind him and locking it. He clenched his fist's tightly at his sides as the tears started to roll down his cheeks, one by one. He wanted to punch something, anything just to keep his mind off every single shitty thing that's happened to him. He needed a distraction, and so like any normal teenager he grabbed his pillow and just cried into it. He cried and cried to his heart content. A few minutes later his phone buzzed, the same boring ringtone played— god he really needed to change it.
He hesitantly picked it up and wiped away some of his tears. Once he read the caller ID his face lit up and he immediately answered it. Tommy managed to mustered up a small ‘hi’ and sniffled, however this didn’t go unnoticed by Tubbo. “Alright big man- what the fuck happened and do I need to commit murder?” Tubbo sounded a little too cheerful, but he managed to let out small huff from Tommy. Even if it was just a little huff Tommy was glad to have Tubbo to cheer him up. “Nah- Just… Dealing with shit stuff right now Tubs…” Tommy let out a small yawn and lied back against his bed, looking up at the white ceiling. Tommy ended up explaining what had happened and Tubbo managed to comfort him. The pair talked on and on. They eventually just ended up watching random TikTok videos no matter how stupid or unfunny it was. It was a school night, but Tommy didn’t care, things seemed to be less shitty when Tubbo was around. And he would never trade him for the world.