Idk what scenario this would take place in but I think about Sarah describing being hanged to Dani and Max.

Like, how uncomfortable the rope was, how it wasn't as fast as the ledgens of them made it seem, and the three of them basically suffocated. Rather than their necks snapping and dying quickly. (Or at least Sarah's neck didn't snap. They can't be sure about their sisters'. They never talk about it). How it was all so scary, and they still get nightmares about not being able to breath.

And Daniela finds it so fascinating, because she's never considered hanging to be such a slow way to go.

But Max is lowkey horrified because he's tried to hang himself before (and failed) and has a vague idea of what Sarah is describing. And now he's kind of glad that never worked out for him because Sarah talks about how long it felt in that moment, and he's not sure he could have handled all that very well.

add on to my post from before, I just felt bad leaving such a long response to the OP's post, I split it up a little. so go here for context

Billy would definitely help with everyone's anger issues;

He knows how repeated trauma, shitty parents, and being teens effects your anger management, so he definitely tussles with all the kids. he lets them scream, yell, and bitch whenever something got them really upset.

- He takes Lucas to the court and they really go at each other for hours.

-he lets mike throw some punches.

-He lets Max and El tackle him and generally hang on him.

-Dustin and Will typically are more yellers than anything else but the offer's always there while he listens to long-winded rants.

-Erica typically bullshits him about their problems, she likes that he treats her as both a kid and mature, finding a balance, being able to navigate between who she is and who she pretends to be; she feels respected and able to be at ease with him, he won't treat like a baby even if she isn't trying to act more like an adult, like others do (I relate to erica in the sense, that I'm mature for my age, but to be respected by others I have to act like an adult instead of just a mature kid if that makes sense.)

with the other older teens he really gets into it.

- Nancy would actually work out with him, they're gym partners, and get makes sure she never gets bothered while she's there. it gives her a sense of control over her fire. she's a punching bag girl and likes to work on more practical skills than building muscle mass for show or impressive strength. it helps with the anxiety of not being prepared for danger.

-Steve likes to get high and bicker, anger makes his head hurt after so many concussions, so he soothes it with weed and gets it all out.

-Jonathan likes the quiet, so he takes shotgun with billy while he speeds down empty backroads. they don't do much talking, but there's a silent understanding as they share a joint.

-Robin likes pressure and movement, so he puts on her favorite songs and dances with her, squeezing her as they rock back and forth for slow songs, and getting he all riled up for faster ones. he also definitely gets into some super deep shit with her, like stuff about being queer and everything.

- He definitely jams out with Eddie, normally with him on the drums and Eddie on his guitar. they can play for hours and go so hard they're both trembling and they end up with noise complaints. (that sounds so sexual, for no reason, why is describing playing music so sensual)

- Chrissy (she gets to live too) normally joins the boy's jam session, cause she actually really likes that type of music, but just between her and billy, she really likes his hugs. they're tight and warm, all consuming. she feels held together, and it makes her feel a bit better

this was a combo of things, billy helping his friends+their unhealthy coping mechanism, but I enjoyed writing it. also, I want it to be clear, billy doesn't always enjoy all these things, but he does them for his friends, that's why some of them feel out of character for him.

Celebrity Crush

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Hugh Bliss’ brainwashing rampage was over, everything was getting back to normal. Even better for Sam, his precious partner had expressed strong hate towards the dead cultist. But despite all that, several months after those events, it seemed maybe Max wasn’t as over the man as he’d claimed to be, bringing up some insecurities Sam had tried all-too-hard to bury.

Notes : Something related to my headcanon that Sam and Max are both poly and in an open relationship, but their relationship is a bit imperfect on this aspect because they get jealous sometimes when only one of them is crushing on someone else (I like to image that a polycule where everyone dates everyone would be better suited for them, hence for example why there’s no jealousy when it comes to their liking of Flint Paper since they both want him).

This fic takes place in the year between Telltale S1 and S2. Oh and for the context of like one line, those events take place in the early 2000s. Also Sam and Max are a married couple.

Enjoy !

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“It has now been almost a year since former cult leader Hugh Bliss tried to take over the world for reasons still unknown, followed soon after by his mysterious disappearance. As police all around the country are still trying to find traces of the man, his moon sanctuary has finally been dismantled. Its parts will be sold at auction for any religious enthusiast or child entertainer alike.”

Sam smiled as the channel from their barely-hanging-on TV went on to announce the weather. Any bad news of the alien parasite was like music to his ears. Of course, the Commissioner’s cover up of the bacteria’s fate and the useless search it created were amusing too.

Speaking of the big man, he hadn’t given a single call today. So, instead of busting crime, the Freelance Police was doing some cleaning around the office. With all the mementos they brought back from their cases this year, and how they very much intended to continue their collection, they had to make some space, putting as much on shelves and walls as possible.

As Sam was finishing readjusting the Ted-E-bear animatronic hanging behind his desk, he heard the distant noise of a toilet flushing, and his tail started to wag instinctively right as his small partner walked back into the room, letting out a comment about feeling less bothered now. The wolfhound glanced over his shoulder, watching the cute lagomorph reach the nearest pile of junk and dip head first into it.

Shaking his head fondly from his husband’s endearing antics, Sam went back to his own work. However, his focus faded immediately as Max jumped out of his pile just as quickly as he entered it.

“Hey Sam, do we have some spare room for a new calendar ?”

“Hm ?” Sam turned around and felt his cheerfulness dissipate at the view of what his partner was holding. “Where did you get that ?” he tried not to spat as he pointed at the colorful calendar with an all-too-familiar face on it.

“Remember when Hugh Bliss made his shop in our street for a few weeks, and how we could visit him anytime ?” the lagomorph started with an enthusiasm that made his partner cringe.

“Thanks for the reminder,” he grumbled to himself, bothered by the memories of all those afternoons spent watching his partner fawn over the bacteria from their office window, the little guy sometimes even going down the street to talk to it directly.

If Max heard his comment, he didn’t let it show. “Well, turns out he was selling more than just books. And he let me have one of his calendars for free !” he proudly presented the item to his taller partner again, “Hugh Bliss even signed it !”

Sam could only stare as his husband looked seconds away from jumping in excitement. Max couldn’t be serious… “I thought you hated Hugh Bliss now,” the wolfhound deadpanned.

“Well…” the lagomorph looked away, clearly getting shy having to talk about his feelings for the other man, and Sam could swear there was a small blush on his partner’s cheeks. He would’ve found it cute had the reason for this little flush not been Hugh Bliss ! “I know I did give him quite a piece of my mind that day…But it was forever ago now ! Opinions change, all the time ! Heck it’s not just me ! Haven’t you seen how quickly the polls turned against me when I tried to pass that bill to legalize gay marriage ? The uproar was even worse than when I unleashed my maimtrons downtown !”

It was obvious why the smaller spouse finished on such a note, especially given how comfortable he now looked. Max clearly expected his partner to stop pointing fingers now that he’d changed the subject. But Sam wasn’t going to fall for this trap, not this time around.

“You do remember how Hugh Bliss tried to mind-control the entire world through his prismatology mumbo-jumbo to set us all up as bacteria food to thrive on until his death, all the while amputating you to set you up as his all-happy and peaceful puppet to prevent his own demise, a process that created different versions of you carrying your body parts and the vices that went with them, and when that failed attempted to take it out on me, don’t you ?” the wolfhound recalled.

“Of course I remember ! Why ?” the lagomorph looked almost offended that Sam would have such bad faith in his memory.

“Why do you want a calendar with that pesky bacteria’s face on it then ?” Had Max forgotten how he felt during those events ? Was that it ? Sam hoped not.

“I told you, I changed my mind about Hugh. Plus it’s a free calendar. And we haven’t gotten one for next year yet. And it will look good on the office’s wall.”

“…Uh-huh,” Sam had to glance away as he answered. The more he was looking at that calendar, the more frustration was building up inside, and he didn’t want to unfairly start yelling at his precious bunny.

“…What’s the deal, Sam ? Why are you always so grouchy everytime Hugh Bliss is brought up ? You’ve never acted like that with any other of our ever-growing number of enemies, what’s different here ?”

That comment immediately brought Sam’s gaze back onto his partner. While he wasn’t surprised that Max eventually caught on to his anger around the rainbow-colored guy, he hadn’t expected the lagomorph to notice he was singling the villain out !

“I…we’re talking about a sentient megalomaniac alien bacteria turned guru magician that threatened to enslave all of humanity. I don’t see what’s there to like,” the dog defensively replied, hands on his hips and eyes yet again staring at everything but the lagomorph.

“Well the megalomaniac part isn’t so bad,~ ” Max pointed out, making his partner growl under his breath. “Seriously Sam, what gives ? We’ve fought against dozens of scumbags twice as dangerous or annoying as Hugh. Yet whenever we talk about the guy, or talked to the guy, you always look seconds away from tearing him to shreds. Which would be very hot of you, by the way,~ ” unsurprisingly, that last comment did nothing to appease the taller spouse.

“He isn’t worth the effort,” Sam grumbled.

“Why not ? What’s wrong, Sam ? I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each-other ?” at the lagomorph’s almost-pleading tone, the wolfhound gathered the strength to stare his partner in the eyes again, only to immediately regret it as his anger turned to guilt. His adorable partner was looking at him with a worried look that made it impossible for him to keep hiding the thing that had been making him feel insecure for over a year now.

Sam deflated. “I’m jealous, alright ! I’m jealous of Hugh Bliss. I know I shouldn’t be, but I can’t help it !” he finally admitted. Seeing his partner frozen in place, completely taken aback by his answer, Sam sighed and went to sit at his desk, letting his head rest on the palms of his paws.

It only took a few seconds for Max’s expression to turn into confusion. “What do you mean you’re jealous ? Jealous of what ?” he walked to the desk as he spoke, his little paws touching the wooden surface.

For a few moments, Sam didn’t say a word, simply sharing a glance with his husband as he tried to find the courage to spill his guts over something he had to admit to be quite embarrassing.

“Sam ?”

“I’m jealous about you Max,” he finally managed to say. And as the confusion only grew in Max’s expressions, the wolfhound let another sigh before launching himself into an explanation, “Look Max, I know we have our agreement about relationships. We both agreed we can see other people, that we can date other people, as long as we’re open to each other about it. I know all that. And I know it would be unfair for me to ask you to see less men just because I might be insecure, but…” now that the anger was gone, all that was left was the guilt of his negative thoughts.

“But ?” Max encouraged, and Sam felt a bit of comfort seeing his husband was taking it seriously.

“But this…what you’re doing with Hugh Bliss…You’ve never looked at another man like that before, with your eyes getting all shiny and happy. You just keep talking about him and wanting to spend time with him just so you can have more things to gush about. And all that talk about his book and his religion and now his calendar…” as Sam made another pause, he saw Max glance away with a blush. That was all the confirmation he needed, and yet, he had to ask, “Max, are you in love with Hugh Bliss ?”

“…”

For a moment, Max stayed silent, eyes on the desk and brows furrowed. Then, without warning, the lagomorph walked away.

“Max ?” Sam sat in confusion as Max went to their bookcase and retrieved Hugh Bliss’ book before getting the calendar that had been left lying on the ground after Sam’s confession. And after giving the two items a glare, the rabbit threw them into the trashcan.

Sam could only watch in surprise while Max went back to the desk, hopping on it and grabbing his husband’s head with his own paws. “You’re wrong, Sam,” he said with his most serious tone, “Hugh Bliss isn’t the only man that made me feel all disgustingly warm and fuzzy inside.”

“Wait, he’s not ?!” Sam stared at the lagomorph mouth agape. Did he miss something ?! Or was the rabbit simply talking about Flint Paper ?

Max rolled his eyes, “I’m talking about you, you big puppy !” he explained.

The dog stared in stunned silence, before he couldn’t help but burst out laughing from his partner’s cheesiness. “Since when do you act all lovey-dovey ?” he managed to ask through his fit of laughter.

“Since it can save you from any pitiful whining,” Max justified. Despite his amused tone, the small spouse still looked serious, prompting Sam to get his breath under control as his partner sat on the desk.

“Look, Sam,” the lagomorph continued, “you…you’re right about Hugh Bliss. I do like him. A lot,” the flush on his face was back, “In fact, had this whole moon escapade not happened, I would’ve asked for your consent to let me go out with him. Not that it would happen anyways now that Hugh Bliss his dead,” Max tried to humor. However, all that Sam could give him in response was a small smile. And from the way Max’s ears dropped, it seemed the gesture wasn’t what the rabbit wanted.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier about my feelings for Hugh Bliss. You know I’d drop any man in instant if you asked me to, right ? Hugh isn’t any different.”

“Max you don’t have to-“

“Yes I do !” Max got closer, making a move to hold Sam’s face yet again, “You’re my husband, Sam. You’re the one I chose above everyone else. If you don’t want me to see someone, I won’t, simple as that. Isn’t that how we decided to go about those relationships anyways ?”

“Max…” before answering, the wolfhound set a kiss on his partner’s forehead, letting a hand cup the lagomorph’s cheek and gently grazing his soft fur with his thumb. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve told you how I felt from the get-go,” he looked away, self-conscious about how dumb it all felt, “I was just…afraid of being too controlling. I know you enjoy flirting around, I don’t want to take that away from you. And I’ve never felt so…threatened by another man before. I just assumed you’d move on eventually. But when you didn’t…I didn’t want to force your hand, it’s not fair for you.”

“Aww. It’s okay, Sam,” his partner reassured, “Next time, just tell me if a guy bothers you, so I can make sure the last time they touch me is when I break their kneecaps.”

“Will do, little buddy,” Sam chuckled. For the first time since the moon incident, Sam felt like he could finally think about last year without his stomach turning.

With the two husbands already in such close proximity, Sam could help but close the gap, nuzzling his grinning bunny until the short partner pulled away to properly kiss him, a growing purr escaping the lagomorph’s throat.

Once they separated, Sam stood up. There was one last thing he needed to do.

Under Max’s curious eyes, he went to retrieve from the bins the two items his partner had thrown earlier. “Want us to burn them to the ground ?” Max immediately quipped up, though his excitement didn’t match his usual glee at the prospect of setting things on fire. Sam wasn’t surprised.

“Not exactly,” he replied as he removed the filth off the calendar, “You were right about one thing earlier : we haven’t gotten a calendar for next year yet. And it would be a waste to throw away a free gift.” Sam turned back to the rabbit, “Let’s keep this bad boy around so we can hang him on New Year’s Eve. The book could also come in handy if we ever need some firewood,” he said that last part mostly to himself.

Max’s eyes lit up as the taller spouse finished. “Let’s !” he happily exclaimed, jumping down the desk and quickly taking the two rainbow-colored items to store. While Sam felt a pang of jealousy watching his partner get so excited about keeping the items, this time he was able to conceal it.

Hugh Bliss was dead. And even if he wasn’t, who’s to say he was interested in a sociopathic lagomorph carrying a dozen diseases ? Regardless, it didn’t matter. Max was the one who chose to throw the items away in the first place after hearing how his partner felt.

Despite his jealousy, despite how self-conscious he still felt, deep down, he knew that Max loved him, that Max would always choose him above anything and anybody.

Though it did help that the other man was out of the picture to begin with.

Are You My Mother?

Ellie is frantic. Dina is amused. JJ has some questions.

JJ stays still in Ellie’s arms and his teeny voice is muffled when he says, “Max said you’re not my real mom so we’re not a real family and that you only fake love me.”

Tags: Post-Game, Family Fluff Rating: Teen for language

EllieDina Week // Day 4 // FAMILY

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It’s almost sundown when Ellie gets a visitor at work.

Her office is a medium-sized shack located near the stables of the main gate, a perfect place to house all the paperwork she needs in order to facilitate her new role as the patrol manager. Ellie had originally argued with Maria that the chore didn’t even exist, that it seemed like a feeble arrangement to give her a task somewhat similar to what she was used to just so she could still feel useful around town.

Maria admitted to some truth to Ellie’s point, but she also insisted that she would love for Ellie to start learning to ropes of leading the town. There was a buried emphasis in her request that suggested Maria only trusted Ellie to be the one to succeed her role in the future. That Ellie was already deeply embedded in the tangled mess of a family the Miller brothers left them with—and implication was what led Ellie to accept the job on the spot.

Managing patrol rotations is not the laid-back kind of job Ellie thought it would be.

It’s far more stressful than what Maria initially described it would be, but it’s a task that keeps her on her toes on a daily basis. It was hard to believe it at first, but rescheduling patrol rotations sometimes felt like hugging an exploding bloater. Not to mention how balancing patrollers with the right partners oftentimes resembled the act of gathering sheep into a barn. One wrong move, and a stray could lead the pack in the wrong direction.

Jackson’s townsfolk always knew she would have the job in the future, anyway. There was a tacit understanding that regardless of the complications of their familial relations, Maria’s niece would one day take over the duty of leading Jackson. It was never a question of whether it would ever happen, but more of when Ellie would feel comfortable to take on these responsibilities.

It came as a surprise to those who personally knew her—that Ellie would start making her way up before she was even in her thirties. Most of them thought they would have to wrench a 100-year-old Ellie away from patrolling duties, so to have her willingly take a job inside Jackson’s walls was a bit unnerving.

The desk job isn’t as exciting, but it’s definitely enough work to keep her busy throughout the week. Her favourite part of the job was toward the end of the day. When her last task was to wait for the afternoon patrols to come back home, and she spent the time quietly drafting ways to adjust routes for possible expansions to the town. Nothing felt better than to wrap up a workday with a glint of hope for a better future for her son.

Ellie is knee deep in concentration, head down studying a map and ready to sketch out a new patrol route when a knock on the door breaks her focus. It’s Andres, Dina’s new apprentice at the electric shop, a gangly young man whose family recently moved to Jackson. His presence immediately makes Ellie panic. They’ve only met three times since Dina hired him, and their interactions have been cordial at best. So, what else could warrant his appearance at her office at the end of the day if it weren’t for something urgent?

“Hey, uh… Ellie. A-are you busy?” he croaks out, Ellie can tell he’s nervous, but what for she’s not sure yet.

“Andres, right?” she asks hoping to calm his nerves even though she knows exactly who he is, “what’s up?”

“D-dina sent me t-to tell you to please… go to her house as soon as pos-possible once you’re finished with work,” Andres stutters out, making Ellie all the more concerned.

Ellie stands up from her desk and promptly grabs her coat from the chair, “did something happen? Is she hurt? Is JJ okay?”

She tries to calm herself enough to hear a response from him. Whatever it was must have not been too terrible, because if something dire had indeed happened to her family, there is no way Maria would have sent this semi-stranger to send the news.

“Oh! I don’t—um…” the young man stutters and brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck, “she didn’t say. I’m just a messenger.”

With her jacket half worn on her back, Ellie looks down to the scattered papers on the desk and then to the clock on the wall. She only had 30 minutes left before the last patrol shift returned and reported back to her. Ellie was not one to ever leave her post early, but she was unfortunately not immune to whatever nervous energy Andres passed on to her.

The whole situation was terrifyingly curious, and she had to get to her family to find out what was happening. Ellie scribbles a note on a torn piece of paper, neatly folds it, and hands it to noticeably anxious Andres.

“Since you’re a messenger and all… can you quickly send this to Maria for me, please?”

**

Ellie tries not to sprint to Dina’s house. She doesn’t want to alarm anybody in town, so she ends up speed walking instead. In hindsight, sprinting would have probably looked way less ridiculous than the quick shimmy her hips do when she makes herself walk fast.

The thought comes too late. Dina’s house is already in view when she decides to run the rest of the way.

Ellie pauses on the porch to catch her breath. She knocks on the door twice before she curses to herself. Why is she knocking when she has a key to the door? Ellie digs in her pockets for the familiar shape of the metal when the door swings wide open.

“Did you forget your key again?”

Ellie looks up and releases a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Dina is leaning on the door frame with a smirk on her face. She looks perfect as ever and all Ellie can’t stop herself from hugging her right away. Relief floods her senses when she feels Dina reciprocate, her arms wrapping tightly around Ellie’s waist.

“Are you fine? Like, you’re not hurt?” Ellie whispers into her ear.

“Yes? Is this a trick question? Why?” Dina is puzzled by Ellie’s panic-stricken face and leads them into the house.

“Andres said I had to come home, and he was all nervous and twitchy, so I freaked out and kind of ran here,” Ellie admits before adding, “wait, what about JJ? Is he safe too?”

Dina eyes Ellie as if gauging to see if she was being pranked. When she realizes that Ellie was serious, she laughs and gives Ellie a quick peck on the lips.

“JJ’s upstairs doing homework, but babe, you do know Andres has a speech impediment, right? Like, it’s a medical condition, it doesn’t mean he’s actually nervous,” Dina chuckles when Ellie finally realizes that there was actually nothing to worry about.

“A speech impediment? You mean to say I got nervous for nothing?” Ellie takes a step back to shrug her jacket off her shoulders.

“Mhm,” Dina agrees, and takes Ellie’s jacket to hang on the coat rack by the door.

“So, what was so urgent you sent you lackey out to fetch me?” Ellie tilts her head to the side, still so apparently confused by everything.

“Well… your son—” Dina starts but Ellie interrupts her.

“Oh no. What did he do?”

Dina points up to the stairs, “your son picked a fight at school today.”

Ellie’s eyes bulge out in amazement, “Potato picked a fight? But… he’s only five years old!”

“That’s what I thought!” Dina shrugs, “but then I remembered who his parents are and then I realized that the apple really didn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Holy fuck, you didn’t not just say that,” Ellie laughs.

“I literally just sounded like my mother,” Dina groans.

“Seriously, though,” Ellie asks, treading carefully but not without a smirk on her lips, “why did he get in a fight in the first place? Because questionable parents aside, he’s practically an angel!”

Dina sighs and leans forward letting Ellie hold her once again, “he said he doesn’t want to talk about it. Only that he wants to ask you something important.”

Ellie glances up toward the stairs wondering what their son could possibly want to ask her. She wonders what kind of demon would have likely possessed their sweet little spud to attack another student at school. The worst part is not even knowing how to explain to their son about not resorting to violence when the world they lived in required such actions to survive.

Despite the severity of the situation, Ellie couldn’t help but to joke, “if he wants to learn how to punch better, he’s asking for the wrong mom.”

The comment earns Ellie a light jab to the chest from Dina.

“Oof. Way to prove my point, babe.” Ellie shakes her head and grabs Dina’s hand to lead them upstairs to JJ’s room.

They share a look understanding that whatever JJ wanted to talk to Ellie about, they all had to do it as a family.

**

Ellie enters JJ’s room first. They find him slumped and sitting cross-legged on his big boy bed. Ollie is on his lap, and they seemed to have interrupted a silent conversation between JJ and his beloved toy. Ellie slowly makes her way to sit on the edge of the bed leaving Dina behind to lean on the doorframe. Their family was complete, but they still wished to respect JJ’s request to only talk to Ellie.

“Hey, bud. I heard what happened at school today. Wanna tell me about it?”

JJ sinks further into his bed and fiddles with Ollie in his hands. He hesitantly looks up and whispers, “do you love me?”

The question baffles Ellie and feels her heart breaking at sound of doubt in her son’s voice. She is more than a little concerned that her son somehow thinks there is a universe in which she could possibly stop loving him. She immediately scoots closer to him and wraps him tightly in her arms.

“Of course, I do, Spud. What makes you think I don’t?” Ellie eyes Dina by the door making a speechless plea for some comfort on her part. Dina only nods her head, assuring her that she is doing all right.

JJ stays still in Ellie’s arms and his teeny voice is muffled when he says, “Max said you’re not my real mom so we’re not a real family and that you only fake love me.”

“What? Who the fuck is Max?” Ellie growls making JJ flinch under her grasp.

Ellie has a sudden urge to hunt down this Max to teach a lesson about not meddling in other people’s business. Dina loudly clears her throat as if to remind Ellie that she is veering off track. Ellie has to remind herself that children can be unconsciously callous and that whoever this kid was probably didn’t mean any harm, and most likely doesn’t know any better.

“Are you angry with me?” JJ asks her and slithers out of her arms.

Ellie is reluctant to let him go and only does when Dina approaches them to sit next to her.

“Mom is not angry with you, Tater,” Dina speaks up, “she has her thinking face on.”

JJ pokes Ellie on the cheek as testing to see if his mom would notice. Ellie fails to hide the smile that emerges on her face. She kisses JJ on the head and comes up with a way to explain the dynamics of their family to a five-year-old.

“Do you remember the book I read to you the other night about the lost bird asking the dog if she’s his mother?” he nods and she continues, “well, our family is kind of like that. You have momma, and you have me. And just because we don’t look alike, it doesn’t mean that I’m any less your mom than momma is to you. Do you understand?”

The truth is that the allusion to the old story isn’t quite fitting to their situation, but Ellie hopes that it is basic enough for their little boy to understand the way their family works.

“You’re the dog and me and momma are birds, and you love us anyway?” he asks so innocently she and Dina can’t help but to laugh.

“I love you always no matter what other people say, Spud,” Ellie reassures him, and she is relieved to see him accepting her explanation, “we’re our own little family and I will always be your mom, even when you don’t see me.”

“What about momma? Do you love momma too?”

Dina tilts her head at Ellie, mimicking the hopeful look in their son’s eyes.

“Your momma owns my heart, Tater.”

Ellie feels Dina’s hand grasp one of hers, their fingers intertwined. JJ sees the contact, jumps on them, and nuzzles his little head in between theirs. The moment was so tender they almost forgot what had started the discussion in the first place.

Until JJ spoke again, “if we’re always a family, how come you don’t live with us?”

And damn, their son really did have some hard-hitting questions that night.

Fuck the Afterlife

Don’t worry, nobody’s dead...that we know.  Harringrove April Prompt Day 24: Afterlife!  A misunderstanding leads to everybody appreciating Billy a whole lot.

Billy couldn’t stop snickering under the sheet, even with Steve’s arms around him, and his face sniffling against Billy’s side, so Max stalked over to the bed and kicked Billy’s leg.  “Shut up,” she slurred, at five in the morning, her hand locked with Lucas’.  Their wedding rings gleamed.  “You’re dead, remember,” she told Billy, “—so shut the hell up.”  Will giggled from over by the window, wiping his eyes, but El still looked solemn.

“You shut up,” Billy hissed back.  “Stop drinking, everybody, jesus, how come I’m the only sober person here.” 

“You think I’m gonna turn down free liquor,” Erica Sinclair said, sitting against the windowsill, and playing with the little umbrella in her glass.  Robin laughed, leaning against the window, tears streaking down her face.

“Because…’cause we all thought.  Thought you were dead,” Nancy muttered, staggering into the foot of the bed, and leaning her elbows on the footboard.  “Steve here was drunk before he even called us.”

“I’m just saying, if I have to lie here like a corpse with a sheet over my face—” Billy started, but Max cut him off.

“Dead men don’t get cocktails,” she said, waving something blue, and taking a swig.  “We gather here to celebrate the life of one Billy Hargrove,” she intoned, to general sniffles and giggles.  “So shut up and listen, dead man, you brought this on yourself.  Billy Hargrove,” she sighed, “—a man I definitely did not know and had no relation to, who died due to gross sex crimes.”

Everyone laughed harder, and Billy threw the sheet back, propping himself up on his elbow to glare around at the Sinclairs, and Robin Buckley, and what seemed like half the town.  His face was flaming.  “Hang on now,” he said, waving his splinted finger.  “I’m not gonna sit here—”

“Lie here,” Dustin put in, from where he sat by Steve’s feet, and Billy flipped him off.  

“I’m not gonna lie here and get accused of gross sex crimes when that’s not even what happened—”

“Don’t you look me in the eyes and tell me you’ve never committed any gross sex crimes, you fucking liar,” Max growled, and Billy stared around at the faces gathered around his bed, opened his mouth, cocked his head, and closed his mouth again.  “And I can’t hear you anyway, you’re fucking dead, shut up.”

“I’m so glad you’re not really dead,” Steve sniffled into Billy’s chest, reeking of tequila.  He rolled to flop an arm over Billy’s stomach and elbowed him in the gut, and Billy oof’d, and then put his splinted hand around his boyfriend, and leaned to kiss his hair.  “Love you,” Steve mumbled, into Billy’s chest.  “Don’t be dead.  I miss you,” he gulped.  “I miss you so much.”

“I’m not dead,” Billy said, for like the nine-hundredth time.

“Look at him,” Max pointed to Steve.  “Look what you did.”

Billy laughed harder, grimacing.  “I just jammed my finger!  I didn’t die!  I definitely didn’t die of any gross sex crimes without you, babe,” he whispered into Steve’s hair, and Steve harrumphed.

“Damn straight,” he mumbled.  “No sex crimes without me.  Love you.”

“Gross, this is a sex crime, my eyes are suffering, oh my god,” Max groaned.

“We’re all suffering, Billy,” Nancy said, finally, putting her hands on her hips.  “How dare you drive yourself to the hospital with a broken finger and not call anyone for nine hours and then drive yourself home—”

“It’s not my fault they got the records mixed up!” Billy yelled again, laughing, and squeezing Steve gently.  “I thought Steve was asleep!  Look, I just jammed my finger and it swelled up, I didn’t wanna wake anybody—” Billy grimaced.

“How’d that happen,” El asked, frowning at his splinted hand, and Billy groaned.  

“I...uh,” he grimaced, reluctant to admit he’d nearly died of what Max would definitely consider a gross sex crime—showering the jizz off himself after Steve fell asleep, he’d had a little jerk-off session remembering how good the night had been, gotten lightheaded as the blood rushed to his dick, and fallen in the shower.  He cleared his throat, grimacing, and felt his face redden further.  “I fell in the shower,” he said, sniffing as though Robin’s snickering was unfounded.

“You gross sex criminal,” Max hissed.  “How dare you almost die of sex crimes—”

“You have people who care,” Nancy yelled, wiping her eyes.  They’d all been crying, Billy registered, again.  It didn’t seem any more believable than an hour ago, when he’d gotten home from the hospital, crept in from the garage so as not to wake Steve, and everyone had screamed, running towards him.  Lucas Sinclair and Max had shaken him until his teeth rattled, both crying, and Nancy Wheeler had hugged him until his back cracked, taking ragged breaths into his shoulder.  Steve hadn’t let go of him since.

Erica had tried to get Billy to lie down with his arms crossed on the coffee table, like a vampire, but he’d rolled his eyes and hauled Steve—and the crowd of crying drunks—upstairs.

Billy was pretty sure he was having a really weird dream.  

“You can ask for help next time,” Nancy said, pointing at him, and rubbing her runny nose.  She flailed a hand behind her, and Robin handed her a kleenex.  “Wake your boyfriend up!  Call me!”

“Yeah, shut up and take your punishment,” Erica Sinclair sighed.  “You turned them into this, now lie the fuck down, you stupid corpse.”

Billy did so, sighing, but he left his arm sticking out to stroke Steve’s hair.  “‘M not dead,” he muttered.

“We gather here to celebrate the life of one Billy Hargrove,” Max said again, “—my brother, who is annoying as shit, and I’m really pissed at him,” she said, her voice shaking, “—b-because I thought he died tonight.”

“Guys,” Billy mumbled, his eyes stinging, now, and she kicked his thigh.

“Shut up.  I had to make Lucas drive me over here,” she said, sniffling, and clearing her throat, “—because I kept letting the clutch out and killing the engine, and all I could think was my brother’s goddamn ghost voice saying ‘—clutch, Max.  Don’t murder my car, Max,’ and then I thought I-I’ll never have to take his shit again—” she covered her mouth, shutting her eyes tight on a strangled noise, and Billy peered wide-eyed at her over the edge of the sheet.  “—and I missed you,” she choked out, and Billy tried to scramble up, but she kicked him in the leg again, bruising, by now, he was fairly sure.  

“Stay there,” she hissed.  “I pulled a sweatshirt of yours on on the way and smelled your stank and I thought—I thought I’ll never smell it again, I’ll have to just—just curl up in this, it’s the last time I’ll smell your shitty cologne—”

“It’s nice cologne,” Steve mumbled.

She stomped forward to kick Billy again, choking back a sob, and Lucas grabbed her around the waist, holding her back.  

“Glad you’re okay, man,” he said, and Billy nodded, relieved, but Erica raised her hand.  

“Foul,” she said.  “This is a wake.”

“Okay, okay,” Lucas said, obviously thinking.  “Thanks for...getting better,” he said, grimacing.  “You...you went from just being Max’s scary brother to saving one of my best friends,” he said, then paused, biting his lips together.  “I’m glad you’re my brother too,” he said, shrugging a shoulder, and Billy groaned and made a face at him, knowing Lucas Sinclair was probably the only person as embarrassed by this situation as he was.  Lucas grimaced back over Max’s head, but grinned.

 After a long pause next to the bed, Will said “I’m so glad you’re not dead,” so shakily even Erica didn’t try and make him keep talking, and then El broke the rules of the fake funeral, and just hugged Billy.

Billy tried not to die of embarrassment as Nancy talked, long and sincerely, about how happy he made Steve, and Steve nodded against his side, occasionally raising his arm with a thumb up.  

“S’all true,” he mumbled.

Robin waved Max and Erica off when they tried to get her to talk, smiling.  She wiped her eyes too.  “I’m just glad I don’t have to call everyone and tell them another gay dude died,” she said, a little bitterly.  “Everybody asks about you.”  Her eyes filled with tears, though, and Billy felt a pang of guilt for scaring her.

Dustin hauled off with a whole best man speech at that point, all about how annoying Steve was when they’d first started fucking, and Billy thought he might melt away at the news Steve had liked him so soon.  Dustin, the little shit, knew exactly what he was doing.  “He kept saying ‘I never want him to leave’,” Dustin said, just dropping that bomb with a sly grin.  “Like, ‘Is that weird?  Am I crazy?  I never want him to leave.’”

“Oh my god,” Billy mumbled.

“S’true,” Steve sighed.

“I am conditionally glad you’re alive,” Erica said, and Dustin started cackling, “—because of the way the hospital told Steve you died.  I was really looking forward to telling everybody,” she said, sighing.

“Wait, what the fuck did they tell you,” Billy asked, yanking the sheet off his face again.  

“And then I remembered I’d lose my quiz night teammate,” Erica said, crossing her arms.  

“Said I c’d do it,” Steve slurred.  “Said—”

“Fucking hell fucking no, Steve,” Erica said calmly.  “Billy told me about when you got the ‘who was president during the first gay marriage’ question—”

“ABE LINCOLN!” Steve yelled, again, and Billy groaned, cackling, as Max snorted loudly.  

“...hun,” Billy said, and Steve shook his head, pushing himself up to frown back woozily.

“All...men...created...equal,” he enunciated carefully.  “Abe Lincoln.”

“I mean, to be fair, that shoulda handled it,” Robin pointed out, and Steve gave her two fingerguns.  

“I’ll stay alive and be your bar quiz partner,” Billy told Erica, crossing his heart, and she narrowed her eyes.

“Good, because your man there doesn’t believe in narwhals,” she said, and Steve groaned.

“Stop lying to me about narwhals,” he mumbled.  “I’ve been to the zoo.  Din’t see any...unicorn...whales.”

“They don’t keep them in cages, babe, they’re still whales,” Billy told him, and got a hard prod.  

“He’s a conspiracy theorist,” Steve mumbled sadly.  “Came back from the dead to lie to me about narwhals.”

“I didn’t die, babe,” Billy told him, leaning in for a tequila-flavored kiss.  

“I couldn’t wait to tell the whole dorm a guy I knew shoved a lightbulb up his ass and electrocuted himself over Spring Break,” Erica said, sighing wistfully, and Nancy and Robin started laughing so hard they leaned in to each other.  Billy shot upright in bed, dumping Steve off his shoulder, and nearly clonking skulls with El.

“I’m sorry, they said what,” he said flatly.  “You guys really believed I stuck a lightbulb up my ass and electrocuted myself?  How fucking stupid do you think I am?!”

“You have me,” Steve mumbled, sniffling and reaching for the Tequila, and Dustin snatched it away.

“Oh, no, buddy, you don’t need any more of that,” he said, and Billy nodded.  

“You don’t need to put a lamp up your ass,” Steve mumbled into Billy’s thigh, sniffling, as Billy laughed helplessly.  “You have me, babe—don’t cheat with a lamp.” 

“Yeah, sweetie,” Billy said, yanking him into a tight hug.  “Fuck heaven, right?  Never gonna leave.”

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Hi shakthi! what do you feel about royalty/ fairytale au's? The idea of any variations of prince!Magnus au always gets me. -luxxmagnus

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!! i love royalty au when it’s set in a diff universe and i dont always go for modern royalty, but a few of them i’ve read are well done so it’s really dependent on the way it’s written! but i’ve got a few must haves for a royalty au that get me like 😍 

sorry this is messy and all over the place sgkagbkdag

MAGICAL PRINCE MAGNUS AHHHHHHHH okay so obviously prince magnus>>>> because the aesthetic of prince magnus in fancy clothes, with an intricate crown and beautiful jewellery!!! also it means we can get courtship! and political intrigue! he still has magic because i say so!! also because magnus is so perfect he’d be the type of prince with a great relationship with his people so we’d get magnus being the sweetheart he is! also prince magnus overthrowing his father, the tyrannical king asmodeus????? UGH PERFECTION!!!!!! also i’d like to think that after asmodeus is overthrown, magnus still is not yet of age to be crowned king so ragnor (his older cousin, and no dont ask how they’re related) is the regent but really magnus has a lot of input in the ruling and ragnor is there as more of a formality and an advisor to magnus? cat, raphael, and dot are also members of the royal court and are magnus’ closest advisors and they have their own little family you know? also magnus’ mom died of a sickness when magnus was young and it was tragic and he was really broken by it because he loved his mother so much. so asmodeus tries to raise magnus to be the perfect weapon but thanks to his heart of gold and his found family, he doesn’t become the monster his father says he is. he wants to lead his kingdom to greatness, and do his best to help his people recover from asmodeus’ rule and move forward. 

WARRIOR PRINCE ALEC HELL YEAH so with alec i like the idea of him being the crown prince of a neighbouring kingdom and he and magnus meet and it’s like Instant Sparks and they fall in love at first sight, as they tend to do, and it’s amazing. alec would be the prince who has a reputation of being stoic and cold and closed off but he’s just under the weight of all the expectations you know? plus i feel like his kingdom would be a kingdom of warriors and so he’s also excellent in combat and gets a reputation as an amazing archer and strategist. and it’s hard to please the lightwood parents who are forever comparing alec to jace and belittling him, and it’s tough but he does it for izzy and max, so they don’t take the pain. (alec lightwood is the best big brother ever). and he’s got all these ideas to open up idris and form proper alliances with the neighbouring kingdoms, to unify and bring peace to his people.  

FANCY ROYAL BALL FOR LIKE SOMEONE’S ENGAGEMENT IDK IT’S NOT RELEVANT BUT THAT IS WHERE MALEC MEET it’s the 18th birthday of idk clary who’s a princess of some other kingdom idk it’s not relevant the exact occasion and the only thing that matter is this is where all the romance get set up! so it’s a big diplomatic thing and the leader and/or their heirs are expected to attend and magnus goes to represent edom with the immortal squad, and alec is there with izzy (and jace but they just ignore him after he runs after some poor girl to dance wth her). alec exchanges pleasantries with a few of the other guests but he’s not really there for gossip, trying to discuss alliances and trade agreements. magnus is asked to dance by many suitors, but he’s not looking to start a relationship nor to fuel the rumour mill so he politely declines and carries on mingling and soon enough the two princes meet and it’s like magic. magnus makes a terribly cheesy pun in response to a stranger at the bar’s sarcastic retort at some pompous duke and oh no he’s hot!!!! they both smile and introduce themselves with a distinct lack of effortless flair for magnus, or the calm composure typical of alec. they get to talking and it’s easy to see that neither of them have experienced this kind or ease and comforting familiarity when talking to someone outside of their inner circles. 

whilst magnus and alec are falling in love over the course of a conversation, there is some hilarious shenanigans as maia, raphael, meliorn, and simon find themselves tangled in a love quadrangle as they all feel so drawn to one another, taking turns to dance with one another before retreating to their friend groups to be like “they are all so beautiful and sweet and kind please help!!!!” and so ensues one of the most elaborate slow burn romances the royal courts have seen in ages (the betting pool is also exceptionally large and is won by meliorn who with raphael, started more than half the rumours in order to stir the pot and collect the winnings and spoil their partners). 

so anyway back to malec, they talk and have a few drinks and all is well and good and still pretty calm until alec picks up the way magnus is swaying to the music and tapping his feet to the beat, so alec asks magnus to dance and leads him to the dancefloor where they dance the night away, alec more than happy to twirl magnus around the dancefloor and make him giggle and blush, showing him off to everyone else. realising that they’ve attracted quite a fair bit of attention, they decide to steal away to an empty garden and continue dancing in the moonlight, the night is pure and utter perfection, and they part somewhat reluctantly, wanting to spend more time with one another, but also eager for the next day where they have agree to spend the day together. alec steels himself to press a brief, sweet, chaste kiss to magnus’ cheek before leaving to escort a tired and tipsy isabelle back to their guest chambers. magnus is left blushing, hand pressed to his cheek where alec’s warm lips pressed a gentle kiss that gave him butterflies.

oh my god this is not what i set out to write im in too deep now kdsbvfvasjbvjsav sorry may

COURTSHIP!!!! i desperately need courtship rituals!! like alec sending magnus elaborate flower arrangements with sweet, affectionate messages in flower language, magnus sending alec charmed tokens like a simple necklace or leather bracelet that has protective and healing spells woven into it!! them sending love letter to one another! they spend a lot of time together at social events and at “diplomacy meetings” where yes, they do discuss trade and alliances and what not but also it’s an excuse for them to spend at least a week with one another in either kingdom and they go on picnic dates on palace grounds, sneak out of their rooms at night to stargaze, wander through towns and eat street food (and alec always buys magnus little gifts and tokens that remind him of his love) and they train together, teaching each other the fighting styles of their respective kingdoms, and yes, there is a gratuitous alec teaching magnus archery scene because im fucking weak!!! and alec likes to hang out in the royal apothecary in edom and watch magnus make a whole bunch of cool potions, invent spells, and write magical theory. magnus in turn, is very fond of going to the training sessions of idris’ elite warriors–the shadowhunters, to watch alec obliterate a whole bunch of soldiers at various combat skills. 

BATTLE COUPLE!!!!!! so they’re together for months and all is good but then valentine happens and has been getting his forces gathered during this whole thing and even before it (im just stupid and forgot to mention it sdkfvbabhvjabv) and anyway he attacks!! and the crown princes of idris and edom unite, together with the other young royals from the neighbouring kingdoms and their armies to defeat valentine. and the two of them are damn near impossible to beat, alec with his honed-from-birth warrior skills, and magnus with his proficiency in both magical and non-magical combat. and it goes well at first but then the tides turn and they have to split up and they part and it’s this moment of “i don’t know if we’ll survive this” and they almost go tosay i love you but then alec is like “i’ll tell you when we survive this, so please come back to me, and i’ll come back to you” and they’re both crying a little but they share one last kiss before separating.

the battle ends and they’re desperate to find each other, tearing through the battlefield to find their love. and they finally see each other and run into each other’s arms, both looking a little worse for wear, and they pull away from the embrace long enough for alec to blurt out “i love you” with so much conviction and surety that magnus subconsciously shakes his head, disbelieving that someone could love him of all people, before confessing his own love for alec. they kiss and it feels like relief and home and hope. 

IDK HOW TO DESCRIBE BUT THE THING WHERE THEY’RE A DISGUSTINGLY CUTE COUPLE AND THEY’RE BASICALLY ENGAGED BUT NOTHING OFFICIAL

so they recover from the battle and they mourn their fallen, celebrate their victories, and bring justice to the invaders. this young generation of leaders more or less formally ascends to power and usher in a new era of peace, collaboration, and unity (the fact that there are so many inter-kingdom royal romances certainly doesn’t hurt the alliance)

in this time of peace, cat and dot get married and adopt madzie, the polycule are living their best lives, and izzy gets together with clary. 

magnus and alec continue their courtship for a couple more years until they both turn of age to be crowned kings. alec plans an elaborate proposal that sweeps magnus off his feet and just a month after their respective coronations, they marry and their kingdoms are merged as one. and they all lived happily ever after

ive been scrolling through ur blog for a while (cuz ur dc opinions are Top Fucking Notch) and i saw what you said abt bart in tt 03 and f:fma and while i totally agree (it killed tt 03 for me lol) im super curious abt how youd do his development if given the opportunity?

I’ve been thinking about this one like A Lot so buckle up this is long: 

it would kind of depend? On whether or not he’d be in an ensemble team like Teen Titans or with his own solo series. 

I understand metatextually why he became Kid Flash in TT, since they needed him to be more mature and a more recognizable character and having him upgrade costumes/codenames is a good shortcut for both. But I’ve already talked about why it didn’t sit right with me. 

So, lets flip the script a little bit - the start of TT would be largely the same. Our boy Bart is on the new Titans team, and things are kind of awkward after YJ disbanded, also Max is gone and Bart’s relationship with Wally is still not doing great. Things are rough, Bart has newfound doubts to deal with, especially now that the world seems to have gotten harsher and everyone seems to have a lot less patience to deal with him. The pressure to be more mature and a recognizable character is coming from other characters now rather than an authorial need: he’s reminded to take things seriously, or that he should know better by now, that he needs to slow down and think more. So Bart decides a change is necessary, and we get the library scene. He reads all the books, he reappears as Kid Flash, saves Tim via bullet catch, disassembles a gun, takes down Slade, etc. etc. Here’s my departure from canon though: it doesn’t work. 

Kid Flash is not a solution, or a magical cure for immaturity. Reading a whole library so he’s miraculously smarter and more mature and capable is, at its core, a pretty naive conclusion. And it makes sense he would think that. But it doesn’t work. He’s still impulsive, distractible, hasty. He can’t put a lid on his own sense of humor. People still think he’s annoying or lazy or careless. And he keeps trying - he knows all this stuff now, he read a whole library! - but he’s still apparently too much the same person as he's always been. And even though he’s trying very hard to live up to the Kid Flash name, it still doesn’t feel like him. Wally doesn’t like it, since Bart is literally just imitating him now, which makes things between the two even worse. And Bart keeps worrying about what’s supposed to come afterwards, since “Kid Flash” is inherently temporary, and while Impulse was only peripherally related to the flash legacy, Kid Flash comes with expectations. 

Bart is trying very very hard to be ‘grown up’ and ‘mature’, but he hasn’t actually learned anything other than a bunch of facts (which are still useful, but) he’s just trying to be who everyone expects him to be. 

And this is what i mean about the ensemble thing, because this arc would be in conversation with the rest of the core four, who are also trying very hard to be people they’re not, but all in different ways. Bart obviously with the codename change, but Cassie, Tim, and Kon all have similar issues, they’re all trying to imitate people. 

Tim is doing his Batman jr. routine, reverting back to the persona he had at the start of YJ. He’s cagey and mysterious and does questionable things without telling anybody, because he’s de-facto leader of the team again, and he has to be better than he is. No more kid stuff, the Titans are serious, he has to treat it like a job, not like a sleepover. And this whole act is putting distance between him and his friends. 

Cassie is trying her hardest to put herself in a support role. Donna’s gone and she has some big shoes to fill (she and Tim could probably bond about that if he weren’t stubbornly trying to brood at all hours of the day) and she’s doing her best to just Be Donna. Cassie and Tim would work better with their team roles swapped, and they both sort of know this - Cassie is naturally charismatic, thinks on her feet, can maintain good PR, and when she’s confident in herself is great at leading. Tim is partial to planning ahead, secrets, and keeping in the shadows, and is better at being a confidant and emotional problem solver among the team (when he allows himself to be open among friends, that is). 

But they’re both trying to fit themselves into what they see as pre-ordained roles: Robin is leader, Wondergirl is a supportive mediator. But Cassie’s got a temper and little patience for people being idiots, and Tim’s not predisposed to spotlights. 

Kon on the other hand has a story that’s less about who he should be and more who he shouldn’t be. The Lex Luthor dad storyline is here (minus the mind control shit, although the threat of it is still brought up) and Kon is doing his level best to do nothing that could be interpreted as something Lex might do. While everyone is doing their best to Not be their own person, Kon has no idea if he ever was his own person. He’s questioning everything he does, wondering if it’s some kind of evil gene showing through when he’s angry or petty or selfish. He’s going through lots of clone angst. 

So they’re all dealing with expectations and who they are or aren’t supposed to be, trying to fit themselves into boxes that don’t suit them and then convincing themselves that this is how it ought to be. Kon ought to avoid feeling or acting in any negative light because any sign of Luthor is a sign of evil, Cassie ought to tone herself down and act like Donna, Tim ought to step up and lead the team and act like Dick, and Bart ought to listen better and be smarter and slow down and grow up and do his level best to just Be Wally. 

Throughout the issues they’d all get a spotlight on their various crises, taking them through complimenting character arcs. Kon would realize through a couple close encounters and chats with ma and pa and talks with his friends and citizens of metropolis that nobody is all good or all bad. Clark can be a real asshole sometimes and Luthor’s actually done a fair bit of good (usually in his own interests, but still we’re gunning for nuance). Turns out he doesn’t have a dark side to be tempted by, he was made from 50% complex person and 50% complex person, just like everyone else. Which means he isn’t destined to be the next Superman, or Superman’s next supervillain. He’s just like, a person. With his own thoughts and feelings that have nothing to do with genetics. 

Tim would wear himself out and hide it from everybody until he killed himself, but it’s only when he sees Cassie also wearing herself out too that his ‘somebody needs somebody’ instincts kick in and they’re actually able to talk about how miserable they both are. Through some trial and error they’re able to figure out a good co-leader system for leading the team, having each other’s backs along the way, which allows for them both being able to help out the other members of their team with their own shit i.e. Kon and Bart’s identity issues. 

Bart is, like Cassie and Tim, wearing himself out trying to be this perfect version of Wally that never actually existed. He actually hates the recognition the new name gives him, because people have expectations for him now, ones he can never seem to live up to. He’s bad at following orders still, which makes him a pretty shit sidekick for Wally, in fact he’s just pretty shit at being a sidekick in general. But, he reasons, he’s supposed to be grown up and responsible now, and responsibility is all about doing shit you hate until you die, so he’s probably on the right track. 

It’s only later, once he gets some support from his friends, who help him deal with things like Max and YJ disbanding and stuff that he’s able to actually sit down and have a heart-to-heart with Wally. Wally confesses that he understands the pressure to live up to a legacy, and how he did his best to just Be Barry when he became the flash. In fact while Bart was trying to live up to Wally and be a good sidekick, Wally was trying to live up to Barry and be a good mentor. Wally’s the one to tell him that Bart’s always done his own thing, and is at his best when he does. They both agree they suck as partners, but maybe they should’ve tried to be family first. And there’s probably a racing metaphor in there somewhere because speedsters love their racing metaphors. 

ANyway Bart returns to Impulse, forging a new path, getting along better with Wally now and hanging out with him just as civilians with no pretense. He learns some valuable lessons about how maturity can’t be learned in a book, and that he’ll get it himself the more he lives and learns from experience. The Titans all get along better now that they’re all sure of their places in the group, and they can all go on just being themselves without worrying about expectations or roles to fill or whatever. 

...If Bart still had his solo series instead though, id actually want it to go in a sort of different direction? The thing about living up to predecessors and trying to be some ideal version of another person works well for the Titans because they can all deal with a similar issue in different ways, but I think it would also be interesting to do the complete opposite. 

Lots of shitty things happened in very quick succession in Bart’s life that he had no control over: Max’s disappearance, having to move in with Jay and Joan (who are nice, but whom he barely knows,) leaving his friends in Alabama, Young Justice breaking up… Basically, things kind of suck for Bart, and all he wants is for them to go back to the way they were. Instead of trying to be grown up or mature or whatever, Bart is resisting every single encroaching thing about coming adulthood. Because all growing up ever seems to mean is that everything changes and either you have to leave the people you love or they have to leave you. 

So this series would focus mostly on that, both in his civilian life; going into high school, not knowing anybody, the few friends he does make are less interested in ‘kid stuff’ and more focused on dating and interpersonal drama, high school itself seems to be geared entirely toward the “what are you going to do with your life” question, when he visits his old friends back in manchester, they’ve all kind of grown up without him. And in hero life; everyone from Young Justice is trying to move on and not talking to each other, his father figure and mentor is gone and he's not really jiving well with the rest of the flash family, and people just seem to have less patience for Impulse now that he’s older. 

Growing up is hard. It’s hard and no one understands. Especially not when you’re also a superhero and have dealt with some quality trauma like losing loved ones and feeling yourself die. So it makes sense that Bart would resist that in every way possible, do his best to pretend like everything is still how it used to be, for once in his life just trying to make everything stay put. He refuses to get rid of his old stuff, he doesn’t want to treat any villainous threats seriously, people in school keep talking about college and jobs and tuition fees and Bart wants none of that, he acts out, refuses responsibility, gets reckless under the pretense that he never used to have to be cautious. 

And this is the part where I’d bring in Inertia, cause Thad was robbed and I want him to have an actual arc that doesn’t end with infant-splosion. Also he can have a good ol companion arc to Bart. Welcome to foils everybody, where two identical boys with opposing life experiences get to thematically compare and contrast with each other as they deal with the trials and tribulations of growing up. 

So, I’m ignoring every appearance Thad ever made after Impulse 1995, picking up instead where his story left off where he swore vengeance on his creators and disappeared into the speed force. And he’s off to do exactly what he said; Thad Thawne II is going to kill his namesake/grandfather/creator - the president of Earthgov. 

But, turns out assassinating the president of a whole fucking planet is a lot harder than he thought - Thad has planned extensively for every moment of his life, so once he starts going off script things predictably go a little off the fuckin rails. Thad fails, obviously. For one because despite how much President Thawne might deserve to die, Thad at this point hasn’t done anything worse than attempted murder, and making him a killer would put a wrench in any kind of redemption arc he could have. Also he’s acting on rage, in a highly emotional state, basically going up against the entire government. Of course he’s going to get caught by the science police and brought into custody. 

Bart, meanwhile is jumping with both feet into any kind of escapism he can find, which involves various time travel shenanigans and lands him in the 30th century. He gets to reunite however briefly with his mom, but the mission he had gets derailed by the appearance of Inertia. 

Every time Bart and President Thawne interact, the president always seems to make a bid to sway Bart to the Thawne side. This never works, which is part of the reason Inertia exists in the first place; a version of Bart that the president could control. When Inertia landed in the 30th century, hell bent on assassinating his creator, the President subdued him and eventually coerced him back over to the Thawne side of the family feud. No longer a rogue agent, Inertia is back to his old self, all about destroying Bart and the rest of the Allens. 

They have a battle, taking place all over the 30th century city, and Bart does his best but Inertia has the entire Earthgov police force on his side, and Bart eventually gets captured. He gets taken to some kind of holding facility, meets with the President who monologues as him while Inertia stands beside him like a good lackey. Then suddenly the speed-inhibiting cuffs or whatever Inertia had put on Bart to stop his speed malfunctions, and Inertia drops the act, now Impulse and Inertia working together to take down the Earthgov people holding them there. 

Turns out as soon as Inertia knew he couldn’t take out the president, what with all the military force President Thawne had on his side, he bided his time until he could. He uses Bart’s help to finally get President Thawne cornered, and the assassination plan is back on track. Except now Bart is the thing stopping him. He makes the argument about how murder bad. Heroes don’t kill, etc. Inertia insists he isn’t a hero. But Bart reminds him that that’s not how Max saw him. 

Inertia hesitates just enough that President Thawne is able to get away, and now the two of them have to make an escape attempt back to the past. Bart insists on trying to take Meloni with them, and they try but ultimately fail somehow (maybe someone has to stay behind to make sure they can make the trip safely, idk. At first Thad is willing to stay behind, since there’s nothing really for him in the past. But Meloni knows that President Thawne would destroy him if he did, and she can’t let harm come to either of her sons - and she does consider Thad her son, just like Bart. She’s had far too little time with either of them, but she loves them all the same. She tells them to take care of each other, and is the first to encourage them to be like, actual brothers.) 

After yet another tearful goodbye, Bart swearing he’ll find a way for them to all be together again, Bart and Thad go back. And they do end up having to lean on each other, because shit’s tough for the both of them. Thad initially wants to apologize and possibly reunite with Max and Helen, and then finds out Max is gone. And Bart has someone who understands exactly what he’s going through. 

Things get a little more lighthearted from here. Bart and Thad don’t get along well at first, since they’re both going through rough times and lots of changes and their first instincts are to lash out at each other. But eventually they form a sort of camaraderie through shared grief, then shared fish-out-of-water experiences. Which evolves into shared inside jokes and video games and comic books and they become slow but steady friends. 

They upgrade into brothers when Bart defends Thad against the repeated (and not entirely undeserved) suspicion he receives from the rest of the Flash family. Jay and Joan take him in, but it’s clear they don’t trust him, and neither does Wally. Bart stands up for Thad, arguing that he’s as much of a Thawne as Thad is, and treating Thad like he’s the next Cobalt Blue is just going to ensure that history never changes and stupid family feuds are forever. After this, Thad starts trusting Bart a little more, and kind of solves Bart’s problems regarding encroaching adulthood with his friendship. Neither of them really had a childhood, and Thad hasn’t experienced 21st century life at all, much less the societal expectations to grow up. So Bart gets to have fun again, and Thad won't judge any of his games or his books or his attitude or interests for being childish or lame because he’s fascinated by the experience of anything regardless of the target audience. 

And from there it's a series about these two becoming brothers and growing up and the different lessons they learn and wacky characters they meet along the way. Thad ironically also puts Bart in a position where he has to take on more responsibility, since even though Thad can imitate heroic actions and is actually pretty good at it, he doesn’t understand what makes them heroic. Bart has to draw on a lot of the things Max taught him and now has to teach them to Thad. 

There’s crossover comics with Superboy, where Bart laments about having to deal with grown up stuff, and Kon gives him a new perspective on the whole “being young forever” thing, since that was a reality Kon actually had to deal with and it sucked. 

Through various misadventures they meet new and familiar characters to give them different perspectives on the whole passage of time thing. Villains who despise children or childish things, villains who embrace it but probably too much. People who talk about growing up as the worst time of their lives, others talking about it like it was the best. Kids and adults alike trying to force Bart and Thad to act a certain way while treating them another. 

The two of them come to opposing conclusions about this; Thad wants to embrace change completely, partly because he wants to experience firsthand all that life has to offer, but also his worldview depends on believing that anyone can change, and anyone can be better, because he has to believe he can be redeemed for all the shitty stuff he did. Bart, on the other hand, knows his life isn’t perfect but thinks, based on recent events, that it’s all just going to get worse from here, and so resists change as much as possible. 

Thad, in his haste to experience everything, sometimes ends up going too far, either burning both of them out, or pushing them into situations that they’re not ready for or are ill-equipped to handle. Bart, on the other hand is so resistant to change or responsibility that he stops them from doing actual necessary things like planning their futures or doing chores or making new friends. This acts as the crux for their main conflict that slowly builds throughout the series, and then in a finale to the arc, they both figure out a way to get Meloni back to the past, and to raise some stakes they have a falling out in the middle of the mission about it. 

Bart accuses Thad of trying to leave him behind, or trying to be the better version of him again, and that old insecurity about Thad replacing him crops up. Thad thinks Bart just can’t handle anything outside his personal bubble and wants to force him to live in the real world. Plus he also feels kind of abandoned by Bart, who often would leave Thad to do the scary adult things on his own. 

Tensions still high, there's suddenly an external threat to deal with - probably president thawne and the science police - and they attempt to continue arguing even while fighting the president. I’m making this up as I go so lets say yada yada big climactic moment it's looking like the two might fail to get Meloni back and they’re both still angry with each other and Bart just… can’t take it anymore. 

He keeps losing people, and the ones he keeps he always seems to screw up with. And at the end of the day he’s just a kid who wants his mom. Is that really so much to ask? So there’s a reversal, a parallel, if you will, of the assassination attempt from the beginning of the series, this time with Bart. Or, because I don’t think many people would buy that Bart would actually ever for real kill someone, maybe he’s finally about to get his mom back, but she doesn’t want to go (since she made that deal with the president that he wouldn’t harm anyone of the Allen family so long as she stayed with him) so he’s trying to force her, risking the lives/well-being of the entire Allen bloodline across all of time. 

This time it’s Thad who has to talk him down, who has to remind him about being a hero, who has to remind him that trying to go back to some magical time in the past where things were better is just going to stop him from learning and growing as a person, and that doing anything and everything possible to get there is just going to lead to Bart doing something he Actually Can’t walk back from. 

Alright but here’s the thing because having Bart be forced to leave his mom again for like the billionth time is tired and overdone, and personally the whole message about heroics involving extreme and damaging amounts of sacrifice can only go so far. So here; Thad and Bart are both right. 

Like on the one hand, yeah, it’s childish and selfish for Bart to want to be with his mom at the expense of literally everyone else in his family. On the other hand, the fact that they can’t be together because some asshole is upholding a stupid grudge is bad and unfair and wrong. The issue needing to be fixed is not the kid who wants his mom, it’s the jackass keeping them apart (and who also wants to kill/imprison people). So Bart convinces Thad that they have to save Meloni, and Thad convinces Bart that there has to be another way - one where they get their mom back and the Allens don’t have to be hunted. 

The whole story would be leading up to the two of them coming to this conclusion; the healthy middle between the two extremes. Where they have the maturity to plan ahead and sort through their differences and figure out the best course of action with the least amount of collateral, but they don’t let go of that adolescent need for justice and fairness - that thing that makes you dig in your heels and say “no. That’s not fair, that’s not right.” 

SO here’s where I’d put the title card: “Bartholomew and Thaddeus Take Down The Government”. How do they do it? No idea! I’m flyin by the seat of my pants here! Do they run for office? Do they publicize the president’s crimes in such a way he gotta go to jail? Do they somehow turn public opinion against him enough to get him out of office? idk!!! And I don’t remember enough about Earthgov’s political situation to put an accurate read on what exactly they might do to disrupt it. 

Either way they don’t kill him, manage to free their mom, and they all go back to the past together. And a new arc would involve the three of them getting settled in the past; Meloni would be a main character now, and hers is a two-pronged fish out of water story where she’s trying to figure out how shit works in the past, with overtones of the struggles of being a single parent. 

And... I’m not going to say any more about that because this is long enough already oof. 

TL;DR I think a coming of age story would be cool for Bart, and having to deal with growing up when he never really had a childhood. Also the comic itself would be aimed at younger audiences, who can probably relate to having a Bad Time in the Teens and wacky hijinks with friends and siblings.

TOADY IS WILL’S BIRTHDAY!!! So here are some ryers headcanons that I’ve been thinking about for the past few days in regards to Will’s special day...NSFW warning tho, mainly for the second one 

And honestly, I did not intend for these to be this long or to have spent 4 hours writing them...

1. As adults, Richie and Will live in a moderate-sized house in LA and the Losers and the Party don’t live too close to them (probably an hour drive to see Max, Lucas, Stan, and Eddie whereas others live across the country) so you can imagine they all don’t see each other at the same time very often. So, for Will’s birthday, probably his 30th, Richie invites everyone over for a surprise party which is extremely difficult to execute. Everyone has to fly/drive in and come to the house without Will knowing. Stan, Eddie, Max, and Lucas try to house everyone in the upcoming days depending on when the others’ flights get in meanwhile Richie has to fib and say that his work wants him doing the early shifts (which he booked off) so he can organize all the food and get the house situated but can still spend time with Will at night. On the day of, Richie’s “working the early shift” but before he leaves he makes Will a nice breakfast, fucks him real good (because there ain’t no way they’re doing it in the next few days), and gives him his presents which include some sex toys, video games, and artist supplies (because you can never have enough) and some cool dnd gadgets he’d picked up here and there. He leaves, and Will goes to hang out with Stan and Eddie at Disneyland (BEAR WITH ME I KNOW ITS A JUMP BUT ITS LIKE A 30 MIN DRIVE FROM LA) and they have lots of fun and blah blah blah and Will’s like I’m gonna get fucked so good tonight bc it’s my birthday and Stan and Eddie are like ahah yes absolutely!...but anyways they leave around seven because Will wants to have dinner and be with Richie so Stan and Eddie leave in their car and Will leaves in his then Richie texts Will to pick up some wine for them on the way home as a distraction so Stan and Eddie have more time to race to their house for the party. Everyone is chilling at Richie and Will’s house having some drinks and luckily you can’t see them all standing around because they have one of those beach houses that are on stilts or whatever. So Richie is keeping an eye out the window and once he sees Will’s car pull in he yells at everyone to hide. Then when Will comes in he greets him with a big hug and a kiss...but then Will goes for Richie’s belt and asks him to fuck him and Richie is literally like ajasshhfkaksh and tells him that as much as that sounds appealing...and coughs a couple times which was the signal for everyone to jump up and yell SURPRISE!!! and Will is fucking MORTIFIED that everyone just heard that but they all start laughing and it becomes the joke of the night. But Will feels so grateful to be with Richie and that he would do all of this for him and even get a couple pizzas, ribs, tons of alcohol, and a big Reece’s cake from the bakery down the street. Idk about what presents anyone would get him besides Bev making him something fashion related for him and Eddie definitely buying him a sex toy but yeah I have no idea about anyone else lol and this was super long but they all get drunk and have a great time partying maybe go skinny dipping because Richie and Will live on the beach and own a section of it...perhaps?

2. Okay NSFW warning again:

So Richie asks Will what he wants for his birthday (They’re living in LA and in their 20s) and Will is like hmm...maybe a new toy? And Richie has a lightbulb moment and he takes Will to a sex shop (Will didn’t know his plan until they were parked but Richie convinced him to go in) and tells him to pick out anything he wants and he’ll buy it for him. The store is a little bit busy and Will finds the whole thing so embarrassing, like, why couldn’t he just shop online? But Richie argued that shipping takes forever and there could be some hidden gems here. Plus, you get to see EVERYTHING. So Will is like fine okay and starts looking around, his face bright pink for two reasons: one because I mean he’s in a fucking sex shop and two, Richie is being really loud and is making comments on a lot of toys and Will wants to pretend he doesn’t know him but Richie won’t stop saying, Will? What about this, Will? You have to see this, Will! You should try this one, Will! And although everyone tells Richie he’s super annoying, Will’s never been that bothered by how much he talks, which is absolutely incredible to everyone else, but in this moment he really wished more than ever that Richie would SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. And once they’re alone in the aisle he tells him to, because he’s being embarrassing, and Will threatens to leave the store. So Richie does shut the fuck up, and lets Will look in peace. He already has a vibrator, a prostate massager, and Richie had bought him a fleshlight. He didn’t have anything specific in mind, just hoped that something would jump out at him. And there was absolutely no fucking way he was going to buy the dildo that laid eggs in your ass that Richie was waving in front of his face, or a spreading butt plug, or a dildo that attached to a dick (in this case, Richie’s) so that you could have TWO dicks in you at once, and definitely, definitely not an anal hook. On the other hand, Richie is loving this whole experience, watching as Will scans over all of the different toys, imagining which ones would feel the best inside of him...fuck. Will ended up finding a vibrator that you could control with an inconspicuous ring or even an app, and the thought of sitting on the couch cuddling, with Richie controlling his pleasure had Will biting his lip and Richie smirking behind him. Another contender was a stainless steel buttplug which was attached to a fluffy white bunny tail. As soon as Richie saw Will eyeing it, he begged him to choose it. Fuck, he would look so cute with it, so delicate. Maybe Richie could even get him some white lacey panties to go with it and- fuck. If Richie couldn’t get himself together he was gonna get hard. Not like it would be a surprise to anyone in here if they were to see him, it probably happened all the time, but Richie did not want to be that guy. And he could tell Will was liking it as much as he was, so he takes the toy from the rack and declares that he’s buying it, but Will argues that it’s his decision on what toy he wants, and Richie tells him that, baby, you can get two. But even though Will knows that they have good money, he doesn’t want to be greedy, and he says they can come back another time for it if he chose a different one. He questioned when he would even wear it since he would never wandered the house naked, and Richie explained that he’d probably have to cut a hole in some old pants and underwear to wear it around, trying his best to keep his composure as he imagined Will just chilling in one of his shirts (how big they looked on him made Richie melt every time) and this fluffy tail poking out the back of his jeans. But Richie put it back to make Will feel better, although he knew he was leaving with it one way or another. They go to the next aisle, and that’s when Will sees it. It’s a mutual masturbation toy, one that he and Richie would share, and holy shit did it look like heaven. It was a double-ended sleeve with a bullet vibrator on each side, and the description said something about feeling your cock sliding against your partners’ and how romantic it would be, and usually, something like that would make Will cringe, but thinking about he and Richie using this thing together had him snatching it from the shelf and pressing it to Richie’s chest, announcing that he’s chosen what he wants with pink cheeks and a grin on his face. And Richie’s like aw, aren’t you nice, wanting to share, and he knew how much Will whimpered when he was fucking into something or using a vibrator, and man, this was going to be fun. So Will made Richie cash out while he waited in the car because buying something from a sex shop is embarrassing in general to him, but even more so the thought of he and Richie going up together, and the cashier knowing that both of their dicks are going to be inside the toy that they’re scanning. Yeah, that sounded mortifying, so he’d much rather have the cashier only clue in that Richie’s dick was going get some action, as well as some other faceless dude. And while he was by himself, Richie went back and grabbed the butt plug, and bought them both. When Will tried to say something about it, Richie just said that he was allowed to spoil his baby and that was that. And obviously, they tried the toy out immediately when they got home because fuck it, it’s an early birthday present and holy fuck. Both of them didn’t last too long, but this was one of the few times that Richie came before Will. It was a mix of a lot of things that did it for him: The vibrations and tightness on his cock, which was sliding against Will’s, who was moaning obscenely against Richie’s lips, and he was making the hottest fucking faces, mouth slack and resembling an ‘O’ shape, eyebrows scrunched tightly together as he whined and looked into Richie’s eyes, and a few more looks at that pretty face had Richie coming, hard, into the toy and all over Will’s cock, who came mere seconds after. That sure went down in the history books for one of the best purchases they ever made. And they did use the butt plug a little later, Will looking, as usual, absolutely angelic with it. But, surprisingly, it wasn’t really a sexual thing. Sure, there was something filling Will’s ass, but he and Richie both enjoyed how adorable it made him look more than anything. They would be innocently cuddling and Richie would see that little tuft of white sticking out from his pants, and would begin to pepper Will’s face with kisses because he had the cutest baby in the whole world.

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AO3: Siver

There are some pretty big groups here, so I’ll try to keep things short. Prompts are just possible starters. As long as the DNWs are avoided it’s all good! Really can’t go wrong taking anything from my Likes list. A lot of found family vibes happening in this batch so anything in that vein in particular is great.

All requests are for fic or art. Art: Interactions of some sort: emoting at each other, talking, sharing some activity, taking a walk, hugs are always welcome, soft things, whatever suits the pair/group

Likes: fluff, hurt/comfort, comfort, missing scenes, friendships, long-term friendships, close relationships of any sort whether romantic or platonic, familial bonds, found family, sickfic, AUs, fandom crossovers or fusions, angst with a happy end, bonding, cuddling/hugs/holding, banter, mutual care and support, emotional bonding, loyalty, pre-canon, post-canon, reuniting, slice of life

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity

Ghost Trick

I love this game, its characters and pretty much everything about it, so whatever you want to do will be great I am sure. New timeline mysteries and missing memories are always welcome where it makes sense. Alternate timelines and what-ifs are cool to explore. Fluff, comfort, family found or otherwise and friendships are always a go. Any combination of these characters is more than welcome too!

Alma & Emma: Friends! Mom-friends? Knew each other before the girls were born? Is Alma Emma’s beta-reader?Is a certain detective husband merely a great inspiration and Alma is endlessly amused?

Alma & Sissel: That cat is Strange shenanigans. Alternatively Alma knows and teamup times of any sort! Or just some good old comfy cat times

Cabanela & Jowd: Close friends (or more), partners. Determination and loyalty. Really can’t go wrong with anything and these two. Case fic? Just time spent together? Mutual insufferability? Nothing like it!

Cabanela & Kamila: Best weird cool uncle! Best cool niece (whether kids are a what do situation for Cabs or not). How do they spend time together? How does he spoil her rotten?

Cabanela & Missile: Loyalty to the max--of course they get along. Anything cute/fun for these is welcome. Dog snuggles! Dance lessons! Rookie Detective Missile is on the case bark bark!

Cabanela & Pigeon Man: I’m always down for anything during the year they worked together. Alternatively what the heck might pull them together in post-game?

Cabanela/Jowd: No infidelity please. So, this could be a no-reset scenario, something during the game events–ch.9 and ch.15 stuff is always great. Or on a less angsty route, it is the ot3 or some kind of happy V. but Alma’s simply not involved if they’re at work, she’s at work, or a trip or she’s on a trip, etc, so the focus is on their end.  Fluff, bonding, banter, travel, domestic stuff, on-the-job antics either at the station or out on a case.

Cabanela/Jowd/Alma: Post-game. All the polyamory fluff! Domestic fluff, travel fluff, vacation fluff, road trip, picnics, beach trips, train trip? etc. Go for a date whatever a date might entail for these three. Hugs, snuggles, and love.  Light angst is fine too, as long as they get a happy end.

Jowd & Lynne & Memry: Detective group/mentor shenanigans. Likely chicken.

Jowd & Pigeon Man: Old friends. Anything from their past working together, or new timeline working together! Jowd’s gotten strange. There’s a meteorite. PM is intrigued.

Jowd & Sissel: Detective and Ghost Cat. Working together!

Kamila & Amelie: Anything friendship is good. Current ages or future fic/art when they’re older!

Lynne & Memry, Lynne/Memry: The Odd Girls working together drawing all the oddest cases!

Pigeon Man & Blue Doctor: Who is the Blue Doctor. How long has he been around? How might they meet and what do think of each other?

Rindge & Lynne & Memry: Odd Girls + trying-to-be-normal Rindge in an odd world. Contrasts! Clashing ways of working that manage to work!

Sissel & Missile & Lovey-Dove: The animals just hanging out doing animal things. The animals getting on a mission of their own?

Cabanela: Anything Cabanela being his sparkly determined Cabanela self. Something during his five years goal? Day to day life? A hobby? Post-game fun times? Just. Cabanela.

Crossover settings are cool too. Some other settings that I like born of Discord Talks:

FFVI: Half esper Sissel? Magic infused Cabanela with the Empire working in secret? Jowd suplexing a train? Returner Lynne somewhere back there? General Final Fantasy VI shenanigans with these characters. World of Balance? Reunions in the World of Ruin? Opera Cabanela. More info here https://archiveofourown.org/series/1169099 or here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1196335 or here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16407494

Ivalice: Viera Cabanela! Nu Mou (Tactics Nu Mou specifically) Jowd and family! Anything here. I am more familiar with Tactics versions but anything goes. Fluff? Intrigue? Mist frenzied Cabanela and after effects–maybe the first time Jowd’s seen this happen, and particularly startling from the usually controlled Cabanela who relies more on magic?

FFX: Summoner Jowd, devoted guardian Cabanela who hates this whole process, but isn’t about to leave Jowd. Something during the journey? Something with Yunalesca? Even shortly after it’s all over but they have this new world and old scars to contend with?

Crystal Chronicles: No idea what races they’d be but if there’s something fun to be had here, fly at it. Lilty Jowd? Yuke Cabanela (got that tall bird thing going)? Something more fitting? Something something miasma, something crystals. A moment in their caravan journey?

Trails Series: The cast in Zemuria! Dominion Cabanela undercover in Arc-en-Ciel. What might his stigma be? Knight Alma of the Gralsritter assigned with Cabanela. Crossbell Chief of Police of Jowd separated from Alma some years previously to some disaster (like the manifestation of Cabanela’s stigma) and doesn’t know the other two are alive, along with his daughter Kamila who’s learning all she can about orbal tech. Reuniting! Hermit Pigeon Man orbal scientist and contact for Jowd? Is Lynne a Detective under Jowd or a Bracer? What of Memry? Other ideas entirely!

Trails in the Sky | Sora no Kiseki

Anything in any of the three Sky games or something in between them. Missing scenes, scene extensions, travel along the roads, airship travel times, etc. Ample opportunity for anything in the Garden in 3rd. I love these characters, their world, their relationships or potential for.

Estelle Bright & Cassius Bright: Any kind of father-daughter bonding time. Pre-FC, post-SC before she and Joshua set off, post-return to Liberl, anywhere something can fit really.

Estelle Bright & Olivier Lenheim | Olivert Reise Arnor: Estelle is perpetually and understandably exasperated with him, but what about a quieter moment? Parting ways after SC, or some encouragement at some point during SC for Estelle, or Estelle catching Olivier in an off moment (example: like their talk about the dreams from Luciola).

Estelle Bright & Tita Russell: Sisters! Anything showing a sisterly bond is great.

Julia Schwarz & Mueller Vander: They share the same role with drastically different charges. Relate to one another in some respects? Do some training? Commiserate? Encourage through some similar worries for Kloe and Olivier respectively?

Kevin Graham & Ries Argent: Kevin is a dumbass and is lucky Ries is patient for this self-deprecating fool. More seriously anything about their relationship is good during 3rd or post-3rd (nothing that could spoil Cold Steel III or IV please)

Olivier Lenheim | Olivert Reise Arnor: Just Olivier being Olivier during his Liberl travels either when he’s alone or while he’s with the group, whether it’s outrageous Olivier or quiet time Olivier with a hell of a long road ahead of him on this battle he’s chosen.

Kloe Rinz & Julia Schwarz: Beyond their bond as knight and princess I think they love each other platonically. Sisterly? Something showing their close bond. Helping each other out? Julia protects Kloe but Kloe protects her back in turn? Talks of duty but also personal wants?

The Legend of Heroes VII | Zero/Ao no Kiseki

These games hit my found family buttons hard. Anything portraying some kind of relationship among these characters is awesome. Any combination of these characters is more than welcome too!

Elie MacDowell: Explore Elie’s thoughts and feelings on everything that’s happening in Crossbell. What about her personal feelings on the Croises and betrayed by Mariabell? Her feelings on her own standing and what she wants?

Cecil Neues & Ilya Platiere: They’re an odd friendship and both married to their work but they make it work. Anything exploring their friendship or the time while Ilya was hospitalized--hard on both of them in different ways.

Elie MacDowell & Tio Plato & KeA: Girl’s day out! Aidios knows they could use one. Some kind of Mishy involvement is a bonus (or a necessity in Tio’s eyes).

Lloyd Bannings & KeA: Lloyd is the daddest of dads. Lloyd and KeA time of any sort is good.

Lloyd Bannings & Randy Orlando: They’ve both lost family but they can be brothers for each other. Supporting each other

Randy Orlando & Tio Plato: Big brother Randy and little sister Tio? They both lost their childhoods. Something to relate on?

Rixia Mao/Ilya Platiere: While Ilya clearly cares for Rixia, Rixia’s love may be one-sided (for the time being at least, perhaps more in the future?). Rixia’s thoughts and fears while Ilya is hospitalized. Once awake, Ilya’s concerns for what Rixia really wants and her place--she belongs with Arc-en-Ciel and they both know it

Sergei Lou & Alex Dudley: Past working together or connections in current time. Wildly different personalities but Dudley still listens to Sergei. Anything exploring their working relationship, or anything exploring them off the job on break.

Sergei Lou & KeA: Grumpy uncle Sergei cannot resist the charms of KeA. Anything familial (possibly despite himself) between these two.

Shizuku MacLaine & KeA: Let these kids be happy. Give them a good time together.

Wazy Hemisphere & Noel Seeker: The temporary SSS members, outliers that never quite fit the same as our core four. They’re completely different in personality but how might they connect at least for a little while?

Randy Orlando: Always interested in anything exploring Randy’s struggles with home and family and where his place is (the night he runs away included!). He belongs with SSS but it’s hard for him to see. Also appreciate how casino owner Drake looks out for him. He’s cared for even if he can’t always see it!

Trails of Cold Steel | Sen no Kiseki

Following the theme of these games, bonds! Old bonds, new bonds, forming bonds!

Elliot Craig & Fie Claussell: They don’t get much interaction in-game all told, but I have a special soft spot for a budding friendship between them. School days activities or something during the month they (and Machias) spent in the Celdic area between CS I and II?

Fie Clausell & Instructor Beatrix: Fie finding comfort in Beatrix’s presence. Beatrix looking out for her.

Olivier Lenheim | Olivert Reise Arnor & Alfin Reise Arnor & Mueller Vander: Olivier is Too Much. Alfin is Too Much. What is a Mueller to do when he’s got both of them around?

Olivier Lenheim | Olivert Reise Arnor & Alfin Reise Arnor: Alfin is very much Olivier’s sister. Little sister and big brother shenanigans! Or maybe something welcoming him back to Erebonia?

Olivier Lenheim | Olivert Reise Arnor & Mueller Vander, Olivier Lenheim | Olivert Reise Arnor/Mueller Vande:  Gen or romance slant. I’m good with either or one with shades of the other. I enjoy Mueller and Olivier’s closeness and how they contrast each other. Olivier’s more eccentric and flamboyant nature, but also his more serious side. And Mueller’s regular exasperation with him, but also his care for him. Being there for each other. I’m fond of the little things like how Mueller always calls him Olivier even in Erebonia when Olivert’s identity is known and public. Heimdallr fun or trouble (Olivier…). Planning against Osborne. Look after a tired Olivert? Something during the civil war when they’re in the west?

Principal Vandyck & Instructor Beatrix: Both are more than they appear. I loved the Instructor teamup in the last part of CS I and these two have a history. Explore their connection, or reminiscing. Would also be interested in their activities during Trista’s occupation.

Towa Herschel & George Nome & Angelica Rogner: Anything exploring their friendship, or perhaps something during their time as the proto Class VII or their memories of that time in comparison (or contrast) to the new Class VII?

Mueller Vander & Elise Schwarzer: Elise is sliding into a similar role for Alfin as Mueller for Olivier. Maybe he can give her some advice? Or the two stand by while their respective charges/friends are <vague gesture> That. One way or another the siblings are a handful and Mueller and Elise know it (and if forced into honesty wouldn’t have it any other way).

Pyre

Another case of give me all the found family joys. Daily activities while they travel? Post Peaceful revolution activities? (Note: I’m good with any of the _ae options for Vagabond girl for naming purposes)

Big Bertrude & Volfred Sandalwood: I adore their close friendship and that it came about from Bertrude’s unrequited love, but it’s okay, better than okay! Anything between them in their history, or during the Nightwings travels or post revolution would be great.

Big Bertrude & Sir Gilman: Big snakes and little snake. Grump and enthusiast. Awkward mutual (grudging?) respect?

Jodariel & Sir Gilman: Contrasts in everything from personality to size. Something exploring that would be great

Tariq | The Lone Minstrel & Big Bertrude: We don’t see a lot of interaction between them. How do they get along? What stories might they share? An appreciation for music or something to tolerate? What does a day in the blackwagon look like between them?

Tariq | The Lone Minstrel & Sir Gilman: The Moon and the Wyrm. Music and Knighting. Just these two interacting somehow

Vagabond Girl & Jodariel: Jodariel going mom-mode on _ae? Or just a big hug? _ae being far more enthusiastic than Jodi is used to these days?

Vagabond Girl & Sir Gilman: So much energy!

Volfred Sandalwood & Sandra: So much potential for interaction as a reader. And snark. And an unimpressed Sandra. But on some things they can maybe agree...

Volfred Sandalwood/Tariq | The Lone Minstrel: Something gentle for the tree and the moon who somehow fell for him, any time period

Ti'Zo: Imp doing imp things. Anything Ti’zo will make me happy

FFVI

All that travelling time is ripe for more interaction or character exploration. Equally interested in what they might be doing after the world is saved too.

Cayenne Garamonde | Cyan Garamonde (FFVI): Where does Cyan go when the world is saved? What is a new home for Cyan? Alternatively a look at Cyan’s time during the year between the World of Balance and the World of Ruin

Celes Chere (FFVI): Opera Celes! Celes time away from the party after Vector. Celes after the world is saved--what does she do, where does she go?

Edgar Roni Figaro & Setzer Gabbiani: King and Engineer in a mechanical moving castle? Pilot of the only airship? They could have some great talks. Maybe some proposed airship upgrades?

Thank you for anything you do!

When Maxwell Met Stephanie: Pt. 2- Christmas Eve

This is another bit of backstory for Maxwell and Stephanie within the Cordonians Gone Wild AU created by @speedyoperarascalparty , @ao719 , @leelee10898 and @cocomaxley. Thank you guys so much for letting me be a part of this fantastic AU!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the TRR characters, they own me.

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     Pam opened the door of the Walker cabin to find Anitah, Alicia, and Genevieve.      “Hey guys. What do Drake and I owe the pleasure?” She asked, stepping aside as the girls filtered in.     “We're scheming of course.” Anitah giggled.     “It's a good, Christmas spirit scheme.” Alicia assured.    “Maybe just a little bit selfish too.” Gen shrugged. The ladies gathered in the living room, spreading around the furniture.    “Okay, I'm listening.” Pam perched on the arm of the couch next to the queen.    “So you know how everyone keeps commenting about how we have to find Max a partner right? He's always alone when we all get together…” Gen started.    “And we kind of feel like, at least Alicia and I owe Maxwell in a huge way.”   “Right. I mean without Max, she'd have never gotten to marry Liam. And if she'd never married Liam, I'd have never met Leo.” Alicia shrugged.    “So you want to play Christmas matchmaker for Maxwell?” Pam asked quirking an eyebrow. The ladies all nodded.    “Okay, so I take it you guys have someone in mind then?”   “Well you weren't here to see it, but our little Maxie was quite smitten with Drake's cousin, Stephanie. She and her mom stayed at Ramsford for a couple of weeks after your wedding and he's been texting her and talking to her on the phone and Pictagram ever since.” Anitah said slyly.    “No. Absolutely not. I'll be damned if I watch another member of my family get involved with the Beaumonts. Not happening. Leave my cousin out of this.” Drake said entering the living room, folding his arms across his chest.   Pam rolled her eyes. “Drake, stop being so dramatic. Don't you want to see Maxwell happy?”   “Sure if it keeps him out of my hair. Can't he be happy with someone that doesn't share my DNA? Lady Hana? Lady Penelope thinks he hung the moon for Christ's sake.”  “But we like Stephanie too.” Alicia piped up.   “Plus she seemed to really like him. You can't choose who she likes, Mallow-man.” Gen added.   “I'm in. Don't pay any attention to my grumpy husband. He'll get over it. I'll make it up to him later.” Pam gave him a coy wink.  Drake came up behind his wife, sliding his arms around her waist and planting a tender kiss to her cheek.  “If you swear he'll be too busy with Stef to bother me on our vacations, I suppose I'll survive. Just don't pressure her or anything. She's like my little sister. And I swear if he hurts her…”   “Drake, Maxwell is a good catch. I don't think you have to worry about that.” Anitah defended.   “So what's the plan?” He asked reluctantly.   “The Christmas Eve ball. We wanna invite Stephanie to attend. And surprise Maxwell with her!” Gen exclaimed clapping her hands together.    “Right,” Alicia began. “That's where you guys come in, since she's your family and all.” ***********************      “What am I doing?” Stephanie wondered staring out the window of the royal jet.    Drake had called her out of the blue and invited her to attend the Cordonian Christmas Ball. He'd talked with her a little bit about her relationship with Maxwell. Was it even a relationship? It was weird whatever it was, but she couldn't wait to see him.    Her cousin had also filled her in on the plan the ladies had to surprise Maxwell with her attendance, and so far it was proving to be so hard not to tell him she was on her way to see him.   Her phone lit up with a text from Maxwell.    M: I hate getting fitted for a new suit. Why can't I just go in a suit I already have?   S: Go where?   M: this  Christmas Ball. I'd rather skip it and FaceTime with you on Christmas Eve.   S: awww I bet it'll be so much fun! You have a hot date? Lol   M: well I have this girl I wanna take, but she's in Texas. I don't think she'll make it    Stephanie beamed down at the screen. She had never been the type to be giddy over text messages, or guys for that matter; but something about Maxwell made her that way.     They'd been inseparable during her time in Cordonia after the wedding, and despite the huge time difference they'd kept in touch since she'd returned home.     Stephanie peered out the window as the pilot announced their descent. Her body buzzing in anticipation at just the thought of seeing Maxwell again. She wouldn't have to wait long as the ball was tomorrow night, but as she glanced back down at his words on her screen the task of keeping quiet even just one more day seemed insurmountable. ***************      “So, Maxwell huh? You really like Maxwell?” Drake asked taking a sip of his beer. Stephanie peeled at the label on her own before taking a swig.    “It's hard to explain and I know it sounds crazy, but I think I more than like him, Drake. I've never felt like this before. It's like... we're connected somehow.” She shook her head and averted her eyes from her cousin's probing gaze.   “It doesn't sound that crazy. It's exactly how I felt about Pam. Like I'd known her all of my life, but I couldn't get enough of her.”   “Yeah, but you were here with her. Touching her, smelling her...you were with her. Max and I have only had text messages and phone calls. What if once we're together he can't stand my perfume. Or what if I can't stand the way he bobs when he walks? The little things that get lost in a long distance communication.”    Stephanie's eyes were clouded with confusion when she looked back at Drake. He could tell she was nervous about tonight. Her eyes searched him for answers to her unspoken questions.     “Why did you come all this way to surprise him, Stef? I mean there had to be a reason right?”   She screwed her eyes shut trying to find the right words. Finally she exhaled.    “I... I love him, Drake. I know it like I know that the sky is blue and the grass is green. I felt like maybe...maybe being invited here was Fate's way of telling me that what I'm feeling is real. And that he feels it too. I'd never forgive myself if I didn't take the chance.”     He opened his mouth as if to reply, but was interrupted as  Pam came down the hall, slinging her purse over her shoulder.     “You ready, Stef? The girls are waiting for us at the salon.” she said grabbing her keys off the hook. She strode over to Drake, kissing him warmly.     “I'll see you guys tonight.” He told her, reluctantly releasing her lips, but never breaking eye contact.    Stephanie gulped the rest of her beer, sliding the empty bottle toward her cousin.   “Guess it's now or never.” *************       Stephanie was thankful for the queen's penchant for pre-gaming events like this. The ladies had already had their nails, hair and makeup done, donning bathrobes before they put on their elaborate gowns for the evening, and they were already a bottle and a half of champagne deep.    “It seems like such a waste to get this hot just to sneak away from the party later.” Alicia laughed. They all knew it would happen at some point in the evening, so they didn't bother arguing.    “How're you feeling, Stef? Ready to surprise Max?” Pam asked.     “Nervous? Excited? I'm not sure how I'm feeling but I could sure use a whiskey sour.” She laughed.    “Definitely related to Drake!” Anitah giggled hailing one of the staff over. “Let's get Lady Stephanie a whiskey sour, please. She needs the liquid courage.”      Stephanie's whiskey sour had arrived promptly and she sipped it quietly taking in the chatter from the other ladies as they headed into the boutique. There was a giant red velvet bow adorning one of the changing stalls along with a sign which read “reserved” . Anitah sauntered over to the door and removed the sign. “This,” she began proudly, spinning on her heels to face her new friend, “is where we're going to stuff you once you're dressed to surprise Beaumont.”        “Sounds good. Guess we should get to getting dressed then.” Stephanie replied.     She selected an emerald green dress, simple satin with a trumpet skirt. It would hug her curves nicely. She slipped into the changing booth to put it on, careful not to disturb the elegant side-swept hair do the hairdresser had given her. The off the shoulder straps and sweetheart neckline showcased more of her cleavage than she had intended, but hopefully Maxwell would enjoy that. Drake, however, would likely flip his lid even if he was quiet about it.  She stared at her reflection in the floor length mirror before her. She'd paired the dress with an heirloom string of her grandmother's pearls and her hand landed upon them absentmindedly as her phone lit up with a text from Maxwell.   M: I think your cousin in broken :D   S: broken? What do you mean?  M: well he's been pre-gaming this ball more than usual. We just had a very weird conversation about the proper way to court a lady and the importance of safe sex practices. Stephanie laughed out loud at the text. She couldn't wait to see him. Just the knowledge that somewhere within these very walls he was hanging around shooting her these rapid fire texts, totally oblivious to her presence was enough to make her heart ache for him and she sighed hearing Pam's voice from the main boutique “Drake said Liam just left with Maxwell. They'll be here any moment. All done in there, Stef?” *******************      Maxwell was filled with so much excitement he feared he would burst. As he and Liam made their way through the palace towards his Christmas surprise from his girl squad it was all he could do not to take off in a sprint.    “Slow down, they're putting the finishing touches on now. You'll spoil the whole the if we arrive early.” Liam chuckled clapping his old friend on the shoulder.  “Sorry, Li. I'm just...no one ever surprises me. I'm usually the surprise-er, and I love surprises. I just want to know what it is already!”  His pocket buzzed and he pulled out his phone, a text from Stephanie, of course.    He stopped dead in his tracks to read the message, his face lighting up like the many Christmas trees throughout the palace.   “Come one, Max. I thought you were excited.” Liam joked.   Maxwell held up a finger. “Uno momento, compadre.” he shot off another reply before he resumed his bouncy steps.   “Are we? Is my surprise in the boutique?”   Liam placed his hand on both of Maxwell's shoulders and steered him into the boutique, the ladies were standing around looking as excited as their best friend.   “God, you all look so hot!” He exclaimed making his rounds, pulling each lady into a brief but warm embrace.    “ Merry Christmas, Beaumont!” Pam shouted.    “You don't look so bad yourself, Max.” Alicia told him.   “Are you ready for your surprise?” Gen asked as Anitah rubbed her hands together in anticipation.   “I can't believe you guys have a surprise for me! Of course I'm ready for it.”   “Well it's right in there,” Anitah started gesturing to the door with the velvet ribbon. “Go on and open it!”     The room was buzzing as Maxwell crossed the distance to the door. He reached for the handle, but abruptly recoiled his hand.    “I know you ladies too well….this is gonna jump out and scare me isn't it?”   A collective groan rang through the room just as the decorated door swung open.   Stephanie raced out of the changing booth, leaping to close the foot height gap between herself and Maxwell as she threw her arms around his neck.    “SURPRISE!”  She shouted.     Maxwell's eyes were like saucers as he spun her around, clinging to the petite redhead for dear life.    “Stephanie?! How did you..? You're really here?!”    He peered momentarily over her shoulder  to look at Anitah, Pam, Genevieve, and Alicia. They all stood with wide smiles, and Gen and Anitah were clapping. “Thank you” he mouthed the words at them as he settled Stephanie back on the ground holding her at arm's length for a moment.   “I've never seen anything more beautiful and elegant in my life.” He commented, drinking her in.   “God I've missed you, Red.”  “I've missed you too. Are you surprised? It was so hard not to tell you!” She told him with a smile that reached her eyes.   His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her close.    “I'm totally surprised. Looks like I have that hot date for this Christmas Ball after all.” He winked. “You will be my date, right?”   Stephanie laughed. “ I dunnooooo...I was thinking I'd let Drake escort me.”   “Not a chance in hell, Stef. Drake's already got Pam. I still need a hottie to walk in with.” Maxwell feigned a whine.   “Well, I suppose. I mean fair is fair.” She giggled. ***************     “His majesty King Liam and Her majesty Queen Anitah, Duchess of Valtoria.” The herald loudly announced.    Stephanie shifted her weight uncomfortably and gripped Maxwell’s hand a little tighter.    “Hey, you alright?” He asked rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.    “Yeah. It's just, I didn't realize that I'd be announced or anything. I've never done this before and I'm kind of nervous. I don't like it when all eyes are on me.” Stephanie told him in a low tone. She cast her eyes to her feet, but Max lifted her chin with his thumb and index finger to look into her hazel eyes.   “But that's where they should be. You're amazing, Stephanie. And tonight you're on my arm, so I want everyone to see just how lucky I am to have you here with me.”    She gave him a weak smile as the herald continued.    “The honorable Prince Leo and the Lady Alicia of New York.”     Stephanie watched as the couple stepped through the ballroom doors arm in arm with wide smiles. She unlaced her fingers from Maxwell's, wiping her palm on her dress. “I'm sorry.” She whispered, cheeks flushing.    “It's okay. I get sweaty palms too.” He laughed, re-capturing her hand.    “Sir Drake Walker, Guardian of the Realm and the honorable Lady Pamela Walker.”    Pam and Drake disappeared into the ballroom.    “Lord Rashad Domvallier of Domvallier and Lady Genevieve of Illinois”    Maxwell turned to Stephanie, taking her hand and draping it in his elbow. “We're up, Red.” He told her gingerly placing his lips to her temple.   “Lord Maxwell Beaumont of Ramsford, Guardian of the Realm and the Lady Stephanie of Texas.”   Maxwell proudly led her  through the doors of the ballroom, pausing only a moment for the brief applause as they made their way toward Drake and Pam.        The evening seemed to fly by in a whirlwind of champagne and waltzes. Stephanie felt like she was in a fairy tale of some sort; but the thing about fairy tales is they eventually end.    She and Maxwell had scarcely let go of one another all evening. They both were silently afraid that if they stopped touching, even for a moment, the other may disappear. As if they would suddenly wake up from this dream they seemed to be walking through.      The last of the guests were beginning to trickle out as the clock struck midnight. Stephanie gazed over the almost empty ballroom and sighed.     “Merry Christmas, Maxwell.” She said without turning to face him.    “Merry Christmas, Stephanie.I guess the evening is just about over, isn't it?”  “I guess it is, but I'm not leaving until the new year. We still have time.” She smiled sweetly finally turning to look at him. He smiled back and have her hand a squeeze.  “I can walk you to your room if you're ready, milady.”    The couple walked slowly towards Stephanie's room, her arms around his waist, head nestled against his rib cage while his hugged her shoulders close.    “This night has been spectacular, Max. I never imagined I'd ever be at party so fancy. I feel like Cinderella, now it's time for me to go turn back into a farm girl.” She joked as they approached her door.    “ You'll still be a princess in my book.”    Stephanie giggled, taking both his hands in hers as she stepped in front of him. Even in her 4” heels she was dwarfed by him, and she peered up into his eyes with just a hint of sadness.    “It isn't just the fancy dress and the fancy party, or even that its Christmas eve, that have made tonight feel magical. It's you, Maxwell. After all these weeks of phone calls and texting…..and the amazing sexting…. I'm just...I'm so happy to finally touch you again.”        He grazed the backs of her hands with his thumbs, tracing tiny figure eights.      “I really wanna kiss you, Stef.” He told her, his tongue flicking out of his mouth to nervously wet his lips.      “Well, Lord Beaumont,  I've been waiting all night.”      Maxwell gently cupped her cheek with his hand, his long slender fingers tangling in her strawberry blonde hair, still draped over her shoulder. He leaned in slowly, and after what felt like an eternity his lips finally found hers.    Stephanie sighed softly into his lips, gently pulling his bottom lip in between her teeth as he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist.    She leaned into him and they stumbled a bit until his back landed softly against her door, Her hands planted firmly on his chest. Reluctantly she broke the kiss, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed, the feeling of butterflies in her stomach at full force.   “Will you come and see me tomorrow?” She asked, her eyes darting quickly over his face in anticipation.    “Of course I will. And everyday until we figure out how this is going to work.”   “What do you mean?”   “There is no way in hell I'm letting you get away again, Stephanie. Either I'm going to Texas or you're staying here. Either way I never want to spend another night without you.” His thumb caressed her cheek as he spoke and her eyes seemed to sparkle. He kissed her lips once more. “That's a talk for tomorrow, perhaps. But I've dug in my heels on it. I want you to be mine.”   Stephanie beamed up at him, firmly grasping her doorknob. “Good night then, Maxwell.”  She twisted the knob and entered the room.   “ Good night, sweetheart. I'll dream of you...again.” he told her.   It took all of the strength in her body to close the door behind her and she sighed as she leaned against it. After a moment she flung her hands into the air, spinning and flinging the door open.    “Maxwell!” She exclaimed, louder than was necessary as he had only taken a few steps from her doorway.    He turned to face her, hands jammed in his pockets, and he quirked a questioning eyebrow.   “I….I just wanted to say….” She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth a moment inwardly debating her next words.   “I... I love you, Maxwell Beaumont.”     He smiled, taking wide steps back to her as his hands cupped her face once more and his lips crashed against hers fervently.   “I love you too, Red.”

Date

Pairing: BuckyxReader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2972

Warnings: None

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The smell of breakfast filled the kitchen while you whistled old songs.

“Hey, FRIDAY? Please, play 40s swing music. Medium volume.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

A smile appeared on your face as you listened to the upbeat music and flipped the pancake over. No wonder they loved dancing to this back then. Maybe you could learn and finally ask Bucky on a date.

“Sounds familiar to me. I miss it.” Steve’s voice rang out, making you jump.

“Jesus, Steven! You don’t sneak up on a gal like that! Especially near a hot stove.” You turned the burner off, putting your food on a plate as you turned to him.

“I could teach you, y’know.”

“Teach me what?”

“How to swing. I haven’t danced in forever.” He tugged on your hand, pulling you towards him.

“I thought you couldn’t dance. That’s what Bucky said.”

He scoffed at your remark, rolling his eyes.

“FRIDAY, please turn the music to max.”

“Yes, Mr. Rogers.”

Grabbing your waist with one hand and holding your hand with his other, he stepped forward.

“We’ll start slow.” He looked into your eyes, a mischievous twinkle in them.

“Thank yo-woah!” You screamed, giggling as he twirled you around, his feet moving quickly.

“Stevie, you said we’d go slow!”

A smirk appeared on his face as he danced both of you around the kitchen.

“I don’t recall saying that!”

Bucky walked down the stairs after he heard you yelling, his eyes landing on you and Steve. A smile crossed his face as he watched his best friend finally dance with a girl before a pang of jealousy hit his stomach before going back into his room.

Your loud laughing can be heard from inside his room, only fueling his jealousy more. The music died down, the blonde letting go of you and trying to catch his breath.

“See, you’re great!” Steve lightly punched your shoulder before stealing some bacon.

“Training in an hour, so eat and get ready.” He crunched on the strip.

“But, that dance was a workout!” You whined.

“An hour. Gym. Got it? Your partner is Bucky today.” His eyebrow quirked up, making you hang your head before grabbing some water and your breakfast.

Steve skipped off down the hall, while you sat at the island, downing your breakfast. A small sigh escaped your mouth, your mind drifting off to the brunette you’re supposed to train with. Training is always hard with him. His body is distracting, he doesn’t hold back and he certainly doesn’t like you back. Which hurts, but you pushed it away.

Getting up and washing your dishes, you walked up to your room to get changed into gym shorts and a sports bra since your normal training outfit is was in the wash. Prancing out of your room, you went to Bucky’s and knocked on the door.

“Buck, we have training soon! Get your ass to the gym.”

His head perked up at the sound of your voice, a gentle smile on his face when he heard you but he couldn’t find his voice. Even though you got no response, you shrugged and headed down to the gym with a couple bottles of water.

You began with stretches—bending down, to the sides, you needed to improve your flexibility and keep it perfect. Especially when you train with Bucky. The gym door slammed as Bucky’s eyes landed on you.

“Jesus Christ.” He whispered to himself, looking anywhere but you. He could just imagine his mother yelling at him for looking at a woman with indecent thoughts.

Hearing the gym door close, you leaned up and turned to look at him before jumping up and down a little.

“Bucky, you’re here!”

“Why wouldn’t I be, doll?” He chuckled, setting his gym bag down.

“I dunnooooo, you didn’t answer me when I knocked on your door.”

“I was in the shower, sorry.”

You shrugged before starting your push ups, counting to yourself as Bucky began his stretches.

“Steve said we’re gonna spar today. Are you up for that, Buck?”

“Of course. I’ll go easy on you.” Bucky glanced over at you once you finished your push ups.

“You never go easy on me, Barnes. Don’t start on me now.” You jumped to your feet and took some hand wraps from your bag, making sure your wrists are well wrapped as you looked at your crush who began doing the same.

“How do you know I don’t go easy on you?” The man focused on his hands, hoping you didn’t read between the lines.

“Then I’ll spar with Steve.” You put your hand on your hip, your eyebrows raised at him.

“You don’t have to do that!” He replies a little too quickly as he got into sparring stance.

“...okay, I was just messing with you.” You copied his stance as you went into focus mode when Steve walked in. The jealousy rolled through him again when you quickly looked to the blonde.

You dodged and rolled; punched and kicked before Bucky landed a hard blow to your ribs, a loud cracking noise making Bucky freeze in place when your back hit the mat.

“Bucky, what the hell!” Steve yelled, running over to you where you struggled to breathe.

“Damn, Barnes. You really weren’t joking when you said you were going easy on me.” A small laugh escaped you before you groaned.

“Oh my god, I am so so sorry. I thought you wanted me to genuinely fight you.” He spoke quickly, watching a tear escape your eye.

“Stevie, can you take me to Helen? I’m pretty sure something broke.” You sniffled softly, trying to hide your pain.

“I’m gonna have to pick you up, okay?”

You nodded, closing your eyes and bracing yourself for the pain you were about to endure. And just as you had anticipated, it was excruciating when he wrapped his arms around you and began carrying you to the medical bay.

“I’m gonna talk to Bucky about this. That wasn’t a sparring move at all.” Steve set you down on a stretcher, wheeling you to you a room and bringing Helen into it.

“You don’t have to. I’m sure he feels bad enough.”

“He needs to be reprimanded for what he did. Just stay here, okay?” Steve walked out before you could respond, leaving you with Helen who began looking at your injuries.

“You probably have a couple of fractured ribs. There will be bruising and it’ll be hard to breathe. I need to wrap you. It’s gonna hurt.”

Sucking in a breath as much as you could and putting your arms up, Helen began to wrap your abdomen.

“Bucky!” Steve yelled from the other side of his bedroom door, pounding on it.

“Open up!”

With a loud groan, Bucky threw the door open to let Steve in.

“What the hell, man! Why’d you kick her so hard? In the ribs, no less!” Steve moved his hands around dramatically while glaring at Bucky.

“She said that she thought I wasn’t going easy on her so I showed her I was!” He paced around the room, refusing to look at Steve.

“No one here would even use that move on Natasha! Are you nuts?”

Bucky flopped face first onto his bed, sighing.

“You don’t think I feel like a piece of shit, Steven? I hurt the girl I love!”

Steve’s eyes grew wide, staring blankly at Bucky’s body which was tensed up. With an awkward shuffle of his feet before a loud huff came from his chest, he walked out of Bucky’s dimly lit room before slamming the door.

“Idiot.” Steve whispered lowly to himself before his eyes fell on you wobbling up the stairs to meet him.

“Hi, Stevie.” You said, gripping the railing tightly to where your knuckles turned white.

“Why’re you up here?”

“Helen said I could go back to my room after she fixed me up. I’ll be out of commission for a while though. No missions and extreme exercise. Sorry, Cap.”

The large man ruffled your hair, displaying a sympathetic smile.

“Don’t worry about it. Just rest, okay?”

“Uh huh.” You answered, going to your room and gently shutting the door before sitting on your bed, trying to breathe normally.

The sun began to set, the orange glow illuminating your room which made the your body create a shadow on the wall. You stood up and rummaged through your closet, picking out silk night clothes before your thoughts began to race.

Should you talk to Bucky? Should you let him know it’s okay? What should you do? For now, you’ll just change. That’s gonna be easy. Not.

As you lifted your arms up to take your sports bra off, you let out a yelp as your breathing became more erratic. A knock came from the other side of your door, making your eyes widen.

“Hey, I heard you make a weird noise. Are you okay?” Bucky’s voice was laced with worry.

“Um, well...I’m in a situation.” He could barely hear you as your mouth was muffled with the soft fabric of your bra you’re now stuck in.

“Can I help?” The door slowly creaked, the metal armed man stepping through before covering his mouth to contain his giggles.

“Oh, doll...how did you even do this?”

“Shut it, Barnes. This hurts. I need help.” You snapped at him before a feeling of regret flowed over you.

“Okay, okay. C’mere, keep your arms as straight as possible.” He slowly pulled your bra off of you, using as little pressure as possible.

“Do you want help with your shorts too?”

You nodded at him, your body turning a bright red once you noticed you were completely topless.

“You’re nervous. Why?”

“I dunno, I don’t usually walk around topless with my best friend in the room.” Sarcasm was clear in your voice.

He slipped the shorts down you carefully as his eyes met yours.

“Well, I never usually take bras off girls anymore so I guess I can relate.”

A small chuckle made its way up your throat before he began to put the clothes on you that you laid on the bed, his blue orbs never leaving yours.

“I’m sorry, y’know. For breakin’ ya.” His Brooklyn accent slowly came out making a smile appear on your face.

“Let me take you on a date, Barnes.” You spoke clearly enough so he could hear you.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Let me. Take you. On. A. Date. Do you remember those?”

“Yeah, I do. But, doesn’t the guy usually ask?” He cocked his head to the side.

“It’s not the 40s anymore. Give me a few weeks to recover and I’ll take you on a date. Please?”

“Well, I’m not gonna say no to a pretty gal like you.” Bucky pulled you in for a gentle hug, his cheeks flushing pink.

“I’ll make sure it’s perfect.”

He pulled back your duvet, patting the bed, signaling you to lay down. You slowly sat on the edge of the bed before laying down comfortably.

“Thanks, Barnes.”

Bucky winked at you before getting up and leaving your room, a soft giggle left his mouth as he jumped up and down in the hallway. He has a date with the girl he adores and he can’t wait.

The next few weeks couldn’t come quick enough. You rested as much as you could to make sure you healed for your date. But, you knew exactly what you were going to do with Bucky. In your spare time, you began your search for 40s outfits to wear and you found the perfect ones.

You walked to your bathroom, looking at your body—a few dark bruises but your pain was barely there. Walking out of your room and to Bucky’s, you knocked lightly before coming in.

“Buck? Buckyyyyy?” You whined out while looking for him with an outfit of his in your hand.  A couple loud bangs came from the bathroom, grabbing your attention, making you set the clothes on his bed.

“Buck-oh, Bucky…” A small whisper came out when your eyes fell on him with a pair of scissors.

“I’m...I’m trying to cut my hair like it used to be. I’m not really good at it.”

Giggling softly, you leaned on the doorway and stared at him.

“Hey! Don’t laugh!”

“You laughed at me when I got stuck in my bra!”

A bright pink spread across his cheeks, giving you the scissors. You skipped over, running your fingers through his hair.

“It’s not that bad but I’ll make it better.”

A snip here and a cut there, you made your way around his head, making sure there isn’t a hair out of place.

“Hey, look! James is back!”

He turned to look in the mirror, his jaw dropping. He was James again. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. And he loved it.

“Thank you so much, doll.”

“You’re welcome. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get ready for our date.”

“That’s today?” Bucky’s voice trembled a bit.

“Outfit is on the bed. Took me a while to find it. Be careful with it.” You skipped out of the room as you piqued his curiosity.

He fluffed his hair a bit, walking to his bed which then made his eyebrows furrow.

Sergeant James Barnes, 107th.

It was his old military outfit, perfectly ironed and laid out for him. Even a pair of dog tags lay beside it. You went back to your room, pulling a classic 40s dress from your closet. Slipping it on, you strode into your bathroom and started to apply light makeup.

“That’s some outfit you have there.” Steve soft voice echoed in your bathroom.

A smile spread across your face, matching the one on Steve’s.

“Is it accurate enough? I want to make it perfect.”

“It’s perfect, I promise. Do you need help with the hair?”

You nodded, stepping close to the vanity to let Steve behind you. A few moments went by with your eyes closed, giddy with excitement.

“I’m glad you’re the one he’s going on a date with. He’s been so much happier since he met you.”

You hummed softly, the feeling of his hands running through your hair relaxing your nerves.

“Open your eyes.”

Your eyes fluttered open and your jaw dropped. It looked amazing.

“How did you-”

“The stage girls needed help sometimes. Even after the ice, I still remember.”

After giving him an appreciative hug, you waltzed into your bedroom, slipping on black kitten heels. Your dress twirled as you turned around to look at Steve.

“Thank you, Stevie.”

A small nod came from him just as a loud knock came from your bedroom door. You started breathing heavily, your nerves taking over again.

“You’re a spy. Control your nerves like you do on missions.” Steve said sternly.

A soft sigh came from your lips before you swung the door open, your eyes falling on Bucky.

“Hello, James.”

He looked you up and down, taking in your appearance.

“Hi, doll.”

Steve moved past you both, leaving you two alone.

“So, what’s our date going to be? You wouldn’t have me dressed like this unless it was important.”

“Oh, yes. It is very important.” You grabbed his hand, pulling him down the stairs.

“But, we’re walking.”

With a raised eyebrow, he followed you outside the tower. You both walked down the sidewalk in a comfortable silence before arriving upon a beige building with dark doors.

“Doll, what is this?”

“Just trust me, James.”

You pulled him into the building, loud 40s music blaring throughout it. Couples dressed up as if it was the 40s were dancing around, giggling and drinking.

“I thought since you knew how to dance, I would bring you to a place that could bring up those memories.”

Bucky’s expression was unreadable, making your heart drop.

“I understand if it’s too much. I just thou-”

“It’s perfect, doll.” He turned to you with smile on his face and eyes watering.

“Then shall we dance, Sergeant?”

“Of course.” He grabbed you by your hand, tugging you to the dance floor.

A fast song began to play from the band, making Bucky pull you close immediately. His eyes flashed with mischief. You two began dancing in sync despite not knowing each other’s next move. Your mind went to when Steve taught you how to swing, making your confidence skyrocket.

“You’re better than I thought, doll.”

“I’m just getting started, James.”

For the rest of the night, you danced; slow and fast before grabbing a drink and beginning to walk back to the tower. Your eyes fell on his as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Thank you so much.” Bucky whispered into your ear as you approached Stark Tower.

“For what?”

“Helping me remember. It brought back so many memories. Especially when I tried to get Steve to dance with girls. But, he was always too short.” A soft chuckle escaped his throat. It sounded like heaven to you.

Taking the elevator up the tower, you stepped out on your floor. Bucky’s bedroom was beside yours, making it easier to get to bed.

“Sleep with me.” You turned to Bucky as you opened your bedroom door.

“I’m sorry?”

“In bed. Fall asleep with me. Please.”

A grin crossed his face, following you into your room. Both of you stripped down to your underwear before slipping under the sheets.

‘I hope you don’t mind that I sleep like this.”

“Oh, darling. I would never mind this.” Bucky smirked as you turned out the light and cuddled up to him.

“Dirty minded.” You whispered as your eyes fell closed.

He watched your breathing slow down, watching you calm down. And he immediately knew his was hopelessly in love with you.

“Goodnight, doll.” His voice was soft as he placed his dog tags around your neck.

She Makes Him Better Part 2 (Billy Hargrove x Reader)

Summary: After taking Billy home where does your relationship lie? 

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader, Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader (Platonic), Dustin Henderson x Reader (Siblings).

Settings: Stranger Things 2, The Henderson Home, Hawkins High School, The Hargrove Home.

Inspired By: My Brain and part 1. 

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Cursing, Talks of Blood, Jealous!Billy, Protective!Billy, Talks of Abuse If You Squint.

Author: Heather ( Account Owner (: ) 

Note: I do not agree with billys personality and behavior this is simply my interpretation on his character and am having fun writing. NO GIFS USED THROUGHOUT THE STORY ARE MINE. Sorry for any misspelt words its 1 am and I didn’t get to re-read 

Don’t forget to read end notes for additional information. 

Requests are open! Don’t be shy to message me or ask anonymously. :)

Word Count: 3051

Part 1 Part 3 

To say getting an unconscious teenage boy to your bedroom at 2 am was hard would be an understatement. One, he was unconscious and heavy as Hell. Two, it was 2 am and getting him to your bedroom with your mother sleeping just down the hall in a quiet manner was difficult as fuck.

You managed to get Billy there safely kicking your door closed before tightening your left arm around his torso while your right arm held onto his hand that was hanging over your shoulder. You stumbled to your bed dropping him onto your bed causing him to groan in his sleep and roll onto his back with his feet hanging off the bed still in a deep sleep.

You stare at him for a moment taking his face in. Even though he was bleeding with dried blood on him he looked the calmest and at peace he's ever been. When he was around anybody he would be this tough hard exterior of a person and not show any emotion unless it was anger or sarcasm. With you he was better, sure he joked and was sarcastic but he was rarely angry around you. He smiled and showed you that he cared. Without going to far about his personal life or how he really felt.

Yeah you knew about his life at home, but that never meant you brought it up. If you asked anything remotely relating his at home life he shut down and pushed you away, that's the last thing you wanted.

You sighed and walked to your bathroom connected to your bedroom and grabbed the first aid kit under the bathroom cabinet and a wet towel before kicking your shoes off and walking back over to your bed. Setting the kit down on the bed you knelt down and pulled off his boots and socks before standing and crawling onto the bed and sitting criss cross next to his head.

You sat and cleaned off his face wiping off the blood before disinfecting his cuts and putting small patches on them before pulling him up onto the bed more so he was comfortable on the pillow.

You sighed climbing into bed lying next to him staring at his face. You couldn’t help but admire him and fall even more in love. You were upset at him of course for what he did that wasn’t okay. You couldn’t help your feelings, you could just live with them. Closing your eyes you drifted off to sleep exhausted from the day and excited for some much needed rest which came quickly.

Waking up with a start you realized immediately you were sweaty, like you had just had a nightmare except you couldn’t remember a thing about it. Then you remember one thing, Dustin. You shot up out of bed rolling out of it almost falling and running to your bedroom door throwing it open to see Dustin standing right there about to open the door. You let out a shaky breath tearing up slightly before grabbing him and pulling him into a tight hug holding him as close as you can.  You could feel him shaking slightly holding onto your shirt with tight fists before burying his face into your chest.

“ Oh Dusty” You breathed out, closing your eyes feeling a tear roll down your cheek as you put a hand on his head. He chuckles softly sniffing before looking up at you with slightly pink eyes and a big smile that could win the hearts of anyone who walked by. You were so scared that something bad would happen. You knew Steve was fully capable of watching them and you knew he had a special relationship with your brother but you could never help but worry for him.

“ I stayed the night at Wills with everyone to make sure he was okay, are you okay?” He asked, being cut off by a low groaning noise. We both turn looking into my bedroom seeing Billy stir in his sleep. “ He’s here?!” He practically yelled making me shush him. He nods understanding before closing your door and walking back to his room. It was easily 4 in the morning as the sun hasn't risen yet and you still felt sluggish. You walk over quietly looking down on him on the bed as he came too.

He opens his eyes for a moment but closes them again quickly your desk lamp light apparently being enough to irritate his eyes in the dark atmosphere. You reach over clicking it off before looking back at him seeing his eyes peeking open softly. He stared at you and smiles softly, his rare little smiles making your heart flutter.

“ Hey princess” He speaks softly sitting up with a grunt not tearing his eyes away from you.

“ Hey asshole” he hums softly his smile fading all the memories of last night flooding into his mind all at once. He looks down at his hands seeing the cuts on his knuckles before looking back up at your sad and disappointed face.  He didn’t want to see this face. He didn’t want you to be disappointed in him. He stands as quickly as he could facing you and walking as close as he could get before you hold your hand up stopping him.

“ Spill it Hargrove because I know you didn’t just decide to beat up a 13 year old boy for no reason.” You tear up softly shaking your head, “ What happened?” You whispered seeing his jaw clench as he looks away from you looking out the window at the dusk woods. He sighs rubbing his face before sitting back on the bed holding his in his hands as he sits on the edge of your bed. You walk in front of him taking his face in your hands making him look up at you.

“ Max went missing while on my watch and my dad found out before I could leave the house. I knew she was fine she’s fully capable of taking care of herself I just didn’t know where she was. He...got really angry as he does and was really rough and made me come look for Max.”

“ Did he hurt you?” You ask immediately. He chuckles sadly.

“  When doesn’t he hurt me? But Max...She doesn’t deserve that pain. She doesn’t need to be involved” He explains then it hits you.

“ You are mean and protective of her so she doesn’t have to deal with your dad?” You asked seeing him nod rubbing his cheek against your palm affectionately.

“ Oh Billy…” You whisper dropping your hands making him look up at you the lack of affection worrying him. You always showed him affection somehow. As far as holding hands to as little as a hand on his arm or back. “ You’ve messed up” He felt like his heart was breaking.

“ I know, I know how awful of a person I am and it won’t be easy to come back from something like this. My anger always gets the best of me….but I want to be better” he stands right in front of you before placing his big hand on your cheek rubbing his thumb against your cheek softly his eyes were obviously glossy. “ I want to be better for you” He whispers sniffing. Your lip quivers, your heart was breaking for Billy.

“ I know you can Billy” You place your hand on his tangling your fingers together. “ But it’s going to take time, I...I can’t just forgive you after what you did.” He nods sniffing.

“ I understand, I wouldn’t forgive me right away either...I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“ I know you will, let’s start with an apologizing to Lucas and Steve first.”

“ Of course.”

After Billy apologized to Steve and Lucas events were forgiven. None of them were friends by any means but it was a mutual forgiveness. The events of that day weren’t spoken about. He didn’t question why you were at Will Byers house with 4 children and Steve Harrington and the house being a wreck while as you didn’t bring up the fight.

Billy was better at school as well, staying out of trouble and keeping his grades average so he didn’t get questioned by the teachers about his future and present grades. That didn’t stop him from being the snarky sarcastic man that he was, which you didn’t mind. It made your school life a little interesting.

You sat in Chemistry with Billy beside you as you mixed the green liquid with the clear liquid causing it to foam up and poor over the test beaker. You push you goggles up your nose making sure they stayed secure on your face before you jotted down some notes in your notebook for the project you both were working on together. Billy sat staring at you a soft look in his eyes that you failed to see. He loved the way your nose scrunched up slightly when you were thinking about your work or when you bite your lip at the confusing problems you had to answer. He loved everything about you even the little things.

He was cut off from his admiring when a folded piece of paper landed in front of him having been tossed from another desk over. He looks up his eyebrows pulling together at the note in front of him before he looked up slightly to the right where the note came from. He instantly didn’t like what he was seeing. James, another school jock who was on the basketball team with him smirked at Billy from where he was sitting at his lab table leaning back against the seat not paying attention to anything that was happening with his partner or the experiment. He nodded towards the note then nodded towards you, where you sat minding your own business and enjoying the comfort of Billy's presence as you did your school work.

Billy growled softly before picking up the note, not looking or breaking eye contact with James, and crushed the paper between his fist a scowl plastered on his face. James narrowed his eyebrows before visible tensing and setting his feet flat on the ground before leaning forward resting his arms on his knees before cracking his knuckles. Billy could be considered a bad guy but James was extremely bad. He wanted James nowhere near you.

You look up noticing Billy’s sudden tense body his arm muscles visible tense. You frown resting your hand on his arm near his wrist.

“ Billy? What’s wrong “ You ask confused by his sudden behavior change. He looks at you his face softening at the worried look in his eyes. He shakes his head keeping the paper clenched in his fist but moved it into his lap for a brief moment dropping it to the floor before resting his hand on your knee.

“ It’s nothing.” He says smiling softly at you squeezing your knee softly before letting go. He knew he wasn’t redeemed enough yet to win your heart.

Little did he know he already held your heart.

You pulled your denim jacket tightly around you before lacing up your boots and walking out of your room. December in Indiana wasn’t very kind this year, so you bundled up with as many layers as you could without looking ridiculous.

You walk down to Dustins room just in time to see him walk out of his bedroom the smell of hairspray surrounding him in a subtle aroma. You smile down at your brother as he looks up at you smiling big.

“ look at you little brother, you clean up nicely” You say smiling at him before reaching out and straightening his bow tie. He frowns and swats your hands away before smirking.

“ I know I do, how do I look? “ He asks referencing to his hair. You smirk.

“ Steve tell you his secret?” Dustins eyes widen slightly, you chuckle. “ You look great Dusty. You’ll have so much fun.”

After bidding Dustin a fun night you watch as Steve drives down the road with him as they make their way to Hawkins Middle School for the annual Winter dance. You smiled walking to your car before climbing in. You would have taken him, hell you would have stayed and helped out at the dance. But you had somewhere more important to be.

After what seemed to be a long anxious drive you finally made it to the Hargrove home. You climb out of your car the cold winter air engulfing you in the darkness before you could even shut your car door. You make your way up to the front door noticing only Billy’s car was home. You knock softly on the hardwood door before stepping back a little and blowing out a breath seeing it clearly in the cool atmosphere.

The last thing Billy expected to see when he opened the door was you, bundled up in all of your layed your nose slightly red from being out in the december atmosphere just for a short amount of time. His eyes widen as his mouth opens slightly at the sight of you. He was wearing jeans and a light blue almost denim looking button up that of course wasn’t buttoned up all the way showing off his low hanging necklace.

You smile looking up at him a soft sparkle in your eye. “ Hi Billy “ you breath out making him smile. He gulps and takes your hand pulling you inside before closing the front door and walking into the house with you. He stops and turns around looking at you, the only light on in the room was the Christmas tree and from what you could guess was his room light from down the hall.

He was confused. Why were you here on a Friday night? You could be out doing something fun when instead you were at his home which was thankfully empty. He wouldn’t want you anywhere near it if his dad happened to be home.

“ Sweetheart, as much as I love having you hear, why are you here?” You smile softly before reaching into your back pocket pulling out a leather bracelet. It had multiple layers to it but was simple and beautiful looking even to Billy.

“ I brought you a gift.” You stated simple, grabbing his hand and placing the object into his hand softly before closing his hand letting his hand close around the bracelet. He frowns looking at you confused, you sigh. “ It was my grandfather. He loved this thing so much never saw him without it. Before he paced he gave it to me. Maybe he knew his time had come. “ Billy shakes his head in disbelief. Why would you give him something so special?

“ Why are you giving me this? This is something priceless sweetheart ” He asked confused looking up at you. All he could look at was the twinkle in your eyes reflecting from the light on the Christmas tree. You sighed and looking from the tree up at him.

“ Everyone deserves something special Billy, even you. Even though you’ve made mistakes and were kind of an asshole, you’ve apologised you know what you did wrong. So I’m giving you something from me that is special in hopes you’ll appreciate the special meaning from me to you…” You explained playing with your fingers.

Billy stared at you in disbelief. Someone actually cared for him, maybe even loved him. He put on the bracelet carefully not looking away from you before reaching up and cupping your face in his hands. He studied every aspect of your face. From the (e/c) to your eyes to the freckles and blemishes scattered across your cheeks. Your hair framed your face perfectly, and the color from the Christmas lights shined off your eyes as you stared up at him. Love written all over your face.

He couldn’t hold back anymore and pulled your face close connecting your lips together in a passionate first kiss. He moved his hands so one was holding your face gently as the other one was wrapped around your body holding you tightly to him as if you would disappear. Your hands bunched up on his shirt kissing him back just as passionately trying to poor as much love into the kiss as you could. You knew Billy didn’t feel like he deserved love, but he deserved your love and you were determined to show him.

When you both pull back you don’t pull away from each other. Billy rests his forehead against yours staring into your eyes as you smile softly.

“ I love you, Billy.” Billy almost didn’t hear you. He was in such disbelief at the words that just came out of your mouth that his breath caught in his throat.

“ Say it again.” He whispered tears welling up in his eyes. You tear up letting go of his shirt before reaching up without moving away from him and hold his face softly brushing a stray tear away that fell down his cheek.

“ I love you Billy Hargrove so much.” A few tears fell from your eyes to which Billy quickly wiped away. He breathed out a laugh smiling the biggest you’ve ever seen.

“ I love you too (y/n) so so much.” He pressed quick kisses against your lips making you giggle against him as you finally pull him close into a loving kiss.

This is the best thing he could ever ask for. You in his arms in love with him just as much as he was in love with you. He was a broken man from a broken home, he just needed someone to mend his broken heart and that was you. You already made him a better person in just a short amount of time who know what he’ll be like in the future with you. He felt that he didn’t deserve your love, but you thought otherwise. Billy was a man who was missing a part of him to keep him going, to keep him in the light of the world and to help build his future while also protecting him from everyone who tried to hurt him. You were everything he needed.

He never planned on letting you go.

I am so sorry to everyone because I said I would post the day after I posted the 1st part and then my wifi broke. It just now is kind of working again and it is 1 am. Thank you all so much for the support for part 1 and my other story I love how much everyone enjoys them! 

Tags: @devintagekids @beautifulbri26 @jems8241 @suzumebailey

A Prom in Paris: Chapter 6 (Priorities)

(Click here for Chapter 1)

"I'm telling you, you gotta show me the design. You're only supposed to hide your dress from your prom date."

"My dress is right here," said Marinette, lifting her shopping bag.

Alya glanced at the bag of glitter and pink fabric and sighed. "That's not what I meant."

Marinette giggled. The akuma rate had dropped off a little – which of course meant it was getting too late for promposals, aka it was getting too late for her promposal… But it was nice, having a sort-of-break. She had time to plan and make her dress now.

As they passed a confectionary, Marinette caught a glimpse of someone they knew inside the shop. "Alya, it's Alix."

Alix Kubdel was wandering around the confectionary, looking glum. The cashier was keeping an eye on her, evidently suspicious of the teenager wandering aimlessly around the shop.

"Alix, hi," said Marinette, entering the store.

Alix looked up from the shelf. "Hey," she said, smiling briefly.

"How's it going?"

"It's good. I'm just… I'm trying to figure out how to ask a guy to prom."

"Nice! Way to bend expectations," said Alya, patting her shoulder.

Alix smiled halfheartedly. "Yeah."

"Is something wrong?" Marinette wondered.

Alix shrugged. "I dunno. This whole promposal thing… It all feels too forced. I don't want to put that kind of pressure on him."

"Hm…" Marinette glanced around the confectionary. "What if… What if you let him know it's okay if he says no?"

"Oh. Like if I just say, 'Hey, you can totally say no and I won't be…' well, I would be bummed. But he can say no." Alix considered this. "Worth a shot."

"Good luck," said Marinette as she and Alya exited the shop.

"Thanks."

Alix turned back to the shelves and picked up a teddy bear attached to a box of chocolates. "Worth a shot," she murmured.

There was an akuma that night, but it wasn't related to prom. When all was said and done – town restored, akuma released, civilian attended to – there was a sense of revitalization between them. It was an easy akuma to defeat. Chat Noir hadn't used even cataclysm. A cool night breeze stirred their hair.

"Bien joué," they said.

"That was almost nice," Ladybug said, stretching. "I feel refreshed."

"Mm…" Chat Noir said in agreement.

"What? No pun?" Ladybug joked.

Her earring beeped. He looked up at her, a flurry of unreadable emotions running across his face.

"Can we go on a walk?" he asked her. "Just until you have to go."

They strolled along the River Seine, just appreciating the air off the water.

What's up with him? Ladybug wondered. She couldn't read his face still, which was fluctuating between expressions just slowly enough for her to see (but not determine) each one before it went away.

Her earring beeped. Two spots remaining.

You can do it, he thought. You're Chat Noir, the brave, real side of Adrien Agreste, and you can do it.

His heart was pounding at an unreasonable tempo. He kept shifting from determination to anxiety to ah-man-I-love-her to ah-man-why-is-this-so-difficult.

Did her earring just beep? That was fast… Does it usually change that fast? Am I just taking too long? I mean obviously I'm taking too long but I don't remember it changing that fast in the past. Hahaha that rhymes, fast in the… focus, darn it. You need to focus.

Her earring beeped, leaving one spot. Chat Noir felt his stomach twist in despair. He stopped walking.

"Chat Noir? Are you all right?"

No, I'm not, but…

He breathed shakily. He took her by the hands and looked into her beautiful bluebell eyes.

"Ladybug," he said, "I've been meaning to say this for a while. Will you…"

Say it say it say it come on say it you can do it

"Would you do me the honor of going to la bal with me?"

Silence. They stared into each other's eyes, each trying to read the other through their mask.

"Oh, Chaton," Ladybug sighed.

His heart sank. He let go of her hands quickly. "It's okay, I knew you might, don't think anything of it–"

"No, I…" She gestured aimlessly. "I'm sorry. I really am. But you know we can't reveal our identities to each other."

"Oh." It was a technicalities issue. "Maybe if we went as our superhero forms… Well, no, my friends would notice if I didn't go."

"Mine too. And we'd get too much attention."

"Yeah."

They stood there by the Seine, everything making too much sense. Chat Noir took a deep breath. "You should probably get going," he said. "Before you detransform."

"Yeah." She pulled him into a hug, taking him by surprise. "Thanks for understanding."

"Mais oui," he said softly.

Ladybug let go of him – a little too soon, and they both felt it – and swung away. Chat Noir didn't mind that it was cut off; she had to hurry to get home.

He took a deep breath. "So, that happened."

Adrien walked into class a little slower than usual the next day. Marinette hoped he was all right.

She wasn't feeling great either, after turning down Chat Noir – it was too easy, the technicalities answering for her. Maybe he'd have been her second choice, all technicalities removed. But even that was hard to say, because the technicalities were so thoroughly ingrained in who they were.

"Ready for today?" Alya asked her.

"Ready for– ah, yeah," she said.

It was promposal day.

"You all right, man?" Nino whispered to Adrien.

Adrien dropped his bag on the floor and slid into his seat. "I asked her to the prom yesterday," he whispered.

"Aw, man," Nino said, already knowing her answer.

"It's all right," Adrien said. "It's like you said. It was all because of complications."

"Hm… well, I guess in the long run, you got a chance with her then," Nino said.

Adrien smiled a little. "Maybe. Hey, thanks for not asking who it is."

"Course man. I mean, I wouldn't mind knowing, but if you wanted to tell me, you'd tell me. I got you."

They fist-bumped.

Lila lounged against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. A passerby might have assumed she was asleep – leaning against the wall, eyes closed, legs stretched out on the grass. Not so. She was just listening.

"Backup plan?"

"Yeah, like someone else."

"Uh…"

"Let me put it this way. Is there anyone else you would ask?"

"Well… not really."

"Okay. Now let's say someone asked you. Would you say yes?"

"Depends, but… Are we expected to kiss?"

"Wh– nah, man. Where'd you get that idea? You usually just do a slowdance with them. You don't even have to hang out with them much, depending on how close you are."

"Oh, okay. I'd be down for that."

"Awesome."

"My ride's here. See you after lunch."

"See you, man."

Footsteps faded away as the two went home. Beneath the wall at the bottom of the stairs, Lila smiled.

"Lunch break, they said," Marinette grumbled, running upstairs. "Break time. Relaxation. Enough time to eat lunch and ask someone to prom, even if an akuma appears."

"No one ever said that," Tikki pointed out.

"Well, we're going to find out if it's true. Tikki, transforme moi!"

"Hi, Chloé. How's it going?"

Chloé looked at Lila disdainfully. "What do you want?"

Lila sat next to her and Sabrina on the bench. "I hear you're interested in taking Adrien Agreste to prom."

"That's none of your business."

"Well, anyways." Lila leaned in and put a hand on Chloé's shoulder. The latter stiffened but didn't pull back. "I overheard him talking to Nino. Turns out, he already asked someone to prom."

"That's ridiculous. He'd have asked me first."

Lila put her hands in the air. "I'm just saying what I heard. He also said he's definitely not asking anyone else."

"You're making this up," Chloé snapped.

"He did seem kinda down this morning," Sabrina contributed. "Maybe he got rejected."

"No one asked you," Chloe muttered. Sabrina shrank.

Lila's eyes were filled with sympathy. "I know it's a lot to take in. But… well, maybe you should think about finding another prom date."

"Moi, settle for less?"

"It won't be hard for you. You've probably got guys all lined up to ask you. Just take your pick." Lila shrugged. "Unless you want to ask Adrien to prom."

"Ask him myself? I'm not that desperate."

"Your call," said Lila, standing up. "Hope that helped," she said, waving as she walked off.

Kim and Max were on their way to their seats when Chloé sighed loudly. "Kim, very well," she said.

"What?" Kim said.

"I suppose I'll go with you to the prom."

Kim's face lit up like a firecracker. "You mean it?"

"Don't make me change my mind," she snapped. "Also, my dress is going to be a very specific shade of blue…"

Max watched Kim's eyes shine brighter and brighter, and felt his heart sink lower and lower. Now who was he going to spend prom with?

"I'll be right back," he mumbled, running out.

Did Kim even hear him? Did he even care anymore, now that he had a prom date and could afford to forget about his best friend?

The poor souls left behind. When their friends partner off, where are they supposed to go? What is left for them? Can their night be what they hoped? Fly away, my evil akuma, and darken his heart.

Max found a bench in the courtyard. He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.

He just needed to think. He'd lined up their priorities, but he hadn't expected Kim's first to come true. What were his options?

1) Leave Kim with Chloé, letting him be happy 2) …thirdwheel? That wasn't really an option 3) …uhhh… find un garçon to go with? This close to prom? 4) …was there even a fourth option? Was there really even a second or third? 5) ...?

"Max?"

Max opened his eyes.

"Hey." Alix put down her bag and sat next to him. "How are you?"

"I'm doing all right," Max lied.

"Cool." Alix took a deep breath. It was just Max. Just a friend. No reason to be so nervous. "So, um…"

What she was supposed to say: "Hey, I'm like, not a fan of promposals because they seem like way too much pressure to say yes, but I'd also like to ask you to prom. If you want to answer no, please just answer no, because I'd rather get rejected than make you miserable. Max, would you go to prom with me?"

What was running through her head: "Okay what the hell I had this all worked out what was I going to say?"

What she said: "What I'm about to say… if you don't want to go with me… that's okay. Um… I don't want you to be like… obligated to say yes. But um…"

Alix pulled the teddy bear and the chocolates out of her backpack. She couldn't read Max's face. "Will you go to prom with me?"

He paused for a long time. In that pause, Alix learned that regardless of the style and the disclaimers – even if she'd said everything exactly right, even if she'd gone all out with fireworks, even if she'd asked without the bear – you cannot remove the pressure from a prom ask.

"Yeah, sure. Yes," said Max.

They hugged. Alix was rolling with it and trying to squash the regret with the thought that hey, she was going to prom with him.

She didn't fully know what she'd done.

Hmmm… Could it be? It has not been done before, but… Do I see a villain twice as evil in my future?

Fly away, my little akuma. We shall soon find out.

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How the FRIENDS TV show influenced our friendship choices and more!

How the FRIENDS tv show influenced our friendship choices and more!

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FRIENDS TV SHOW – MORE THAN JUST A SHOW

Memories are captured by our brains and stored for a lifetime, good and bad. For example, the Friends tv-series gave us so many positive episodes and episodes with hardships.

Isn’t it true, it’s better to have positive memories than negative flashbacks into our past life?

The Friends tv-series taught us that memories are made up of time, the one thing we don’t get back in life is time, so, make the best of your time.

Despite the fact life throws some pretty intense trials our way, we should always use our time to help others.

In doing so, there is no room for failure in being your happiest. It’s proven when you surround yourself with good people your values are set.

In short, this means you know what you deserve and those types of friends will also be around for you when times are hard.

The quote “I would rather have a handful of best friends than just one,” is true. Why put all your eggs in one basket?

Having a handful of wonderful friends reminds me of the show FRIENDS but isn’t that the ideal group right there?

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What’s the connection in specific?

Despite Ross and Rachels falling in love, out of love or “taking a break.”

Despite Joey and Chandler’s fighting of girls or a bracelet, they still talked about the problem, even if it was through a box.

Despite Chandler and Monica falling in love regardless of Chandler’s relationship fears with commitment, they still talked about the problem. They didn’t rush their marriage and even met in the middle when it came to spending money on their wedding (although, we all know it was totally Monica’s thunderous day).

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This is not good for his rage, Joey!

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Despite Joey and Rachel having a fling of confusion. Ross was upset but again, they still talked out the problem.

Despite Phoebe’s pagan like persona, they still loved her for who she was because she was tough, yet she would give the shirt off her back in a heartbeat (I mean, she even made Monica a whole new frame, lol).

In turn, we learned to lean on one another and hopefully how to love new people who come into our lives.

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Unforgettable.

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Let’s take a deeper dive into a specific memorable episode

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When you can’t keep it together! #bloopers

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Remember the episode where Pheobeand Monica “cut out,” friends as they began to go through college?

It was called ‘The One with Ross’s Tan’ which is the third episode of the tenth season of Friends (which aired on October 9, 2003).

Further, Phoebe and Monica’s old roommate, Amanda, who is hands down a “New Yorker,” from Yonkers but this time, she’s picked up a British accent and very ego-centric. Both Monica and Phoebe attempt to avoid Amanda without hurting her feelings.

With this in mind, it’s safe to say the two friends didn’t want toxic in their life. Even so, they were respectful and loving merely by trying not to hurt her feelings.

Honestly, those two (if it was reality) would be the best people in the world to have as a friend.

Unfortunately, Amanda’s visit also sparked a backstory for Phoebe and Monica.

In an older episode that is flashed back too, Phoebe was becoming annoyed with how “controlling and compulsive” she behaved.

Next, the episode expanded on other problems they went through while living together in Monica’s apartment.

Phoebe explains to Monica that even though she was a little compulsive, she realized that Monica was truly a nice person and she is glad she changed her mind about cutting Monica out of her life.

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Tag your nap partner!

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What does that teach us exactly?

This teaches us not to judge too harshly and too soon. It means that we give people the benefit of the doubt until we have a real mature reason to move on in life.

FRIENDS is a tv show that has endless relatable episodes but each of them shows values, love, struggle, lust, pain, and of course, comedy.

Christina Grimmie continues to change the world from heaven!

The writers and creators David Crane, Marta Kauffman, Scott Silveri, Andrew Reich, Alexa Junge, Jeff Greenstein, and Jeff Strauss are to thank. The talent they put into their writing translated to the television like magic.

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Although, and I can’t believe this, there are still people out there who have not watched the show.

For the love of all things living, do it.

Just as important, laughter is the best medicine when you’re feeling down. The show truly gives a lot of comedy and relatable content.

Most of all, it gives a pretty good picture of life, having to work, make ends meet and still maintain relationships with others.

Todays Generation and their phones

They aren’t tied to their phones all day every day (yes times have changed).

But that doesn’t change the fact that we spend more time with our phones than actually hanging out with our own family and friends.

Did you know FRIENDS tv show now has a LIVE musical that can be seen in Las Vegas, NV?

Friends tv series live musical

Yes, you read that right, Friends tv-series does have a LIVE musical!

Now, this is your chance to get out, put your phone away and create some new memories with your family.

First, make sure you watch the show, you’ll feel the emotions of the actors more so during the musical.

90 Day fiancé: Happily Ever after is real talk.

Second, enjoy yourself, life is too short to spend worrying over little issues.

Be thankful for the small things and celebrate them, yes including your big 30!

Lastly, believe in yourself as well as others, love endlessly and never give up.

Memories are forever, the flashbacks in episodes are a testament to that truth.

Oh, and here’s a fan favorite moment!

Be sure to sound off in the comments, let us know what your favorite scene was in the whole Friends tv-series and be sure to subscribe to our PCG magazine newsletter.

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When you take the lie too far.

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Blessed be!

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Oh great, look who’s here. Apparently Dagmar is gonna follow us to the ends of the earth. Why tf are we even getting bills WE LIVE IN THE DORMS

-LOL for now that is! You trashbags are getting expelled before the semester is over. Cant’ believe you got accepted in the first place, higher education has really lost it’s way..

Yea I can’t believe we got in either, seeing as our classmates are obvious academic overachievers such as this..

Shamelessly copying Goopy’s look? Nice try random dormie but we all know there’s only one man who can pull this shit off. Stop embarrassing yourself.

Speaking of embarrassing yourself, Daniel is walking around in this amazing worker cap/silk pjs combo. Looking good, Dan.

-Prole on the streets, capitalist in the sheets!

Yea being a capitalist in the sheets is not very promising for your partners, I’d put that line back in the drawer.

#aesthetic 

-I’m trapped.. in the desert.. of my own mind 💔

A desert is really too peaceful a metaphor for that 19th century circus you have going on up there, Jo. OH, you know what might help?

-Calling Max for a date???

LOL of course not, that isn’t the answer to anything ever. No, writing your term paper so you can get some scholarship money and we don’t spend our 4th year eating desert snakes!

-I liked my idea way better. Unless you want me to give a call to imaginary Stephen?

UGH FINE damn you. I want it on the record that I object in the STRONGEST of terms. 

-I care about that almost as much as I care about not dating genetic clones of my parents (:

While Jojo is making bad decisions, this guy who is sexily named Wyatt Monif passes by and heartfarts over him! He looks pretty cute but I think 90% of it is that hair which looks good on everyone. Still, he’s about a million times preferable to Max so we need to snatch him up pronto. What do you think, Jo?

-You expect me to account for opinions which you choose to call mine, but which I have never acknowledged.

OH GOOD LORD NOT THE DARCY SHIT AGAIN. Come on, his name is fucking WYATT MONIF. Plus he has great hair. Plus plus he looks nothing like your father. And, most important of all, HE LIKES YOU ALL ON HIS OWN. What a catch! 

-A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.

UGH

Oh yea, that’s amazing, Max. Can’t fucking wait.

An extremely accurate representation of my level of excitement about this pairing.

Oh nice, looks like the Union tradition of talking about cats on dates is gonna take care of this little problem for me. Tell him more, tell him more, did she put up a fight?

-SHE DID. AND WON.

-THAT’S INCREDIBLE.

GODDAMMIT EVERY KOMEI CLONE IS FUCKING OBSESSED WITH CATS

-Wow, these two really look alike...

Don’t I fucking know it, Obvious Business Major. Also what’s wrong with you girl, you reject Gunther but heartfart over mega-jaw Jojo?

-Well, he looks rich!

Well he extremely isn’t. If he was he could afford a better suit recolor than this atrocity I forced on him.

-Wait, what... There’s 2 of them and they’re getting it on?? Man I need to lay off the shrooms.

WILL YOU TWO CLONE WEIRDOS GET A ROOM YOU’RE SCARING AWESOMELY-DRESSED-RAVER-DUDE

-Ew, the full jock look in 2017? Très passé..

Wyatt I’ve only seen you twice now but I love you already. Amazing name, btw.

-Oh, thank you, well my father is French-

Yea didn’t ask for your life story bro. We need to team up to put a stop to this madness. The means will not be, you know.. completely legal. 

-But of course, mon chéri Jojό deserves the best! He’s such a kind, sensitive soul, I can tell..

LMAO oh Wyatt you’re in for a wild ride. No backsies tho, we’re in this together, till death do us part. And if you’re dating Jojo that might come sooner than expected.

Oh yes, maybe we should, Max... May. be. we. should.

-Wait, why did that sound sinister?

What? It’s not sinister, I’m just saying, you know, maybe we should. Totally random q: apart from Mitch you don’t have anyone who would look for you, right? If like, you know. You disappeared. 

-WTF kinda question is that??

I’M JUST MAKING POLITE CONVERSATION MAX, GOD. PARANOID MUCH? Well, off to class you go! And remember.. Live in the moment.

-So long, my dear, I will miss you terribly! 

-AWWW JOJO-BEAR ♡

BARF. Anyway, you might wanna extend that goodbye a little, Jo.

-Why? We’ll be seeing each other again tomorrow!

Oh yea, sure you will, sure you will, but Max has to go now, we don’t want to keep him from his studies, do we? GTFO ALREADY MAX

Oh look, Wyatt is here now! What an incredible but still plausible coincidence. Why don’t you talk to him for a while? 

-Fine, I GUESS, but my heart’s not gonna be in it. There’s only room for one person in there ♡

Is that person.. yourself? 

-Yes and anyone who sufficiently looks like me! Except my father, of course.

Of course, of course. But you know how these things go, Jo, people leave, or are murdered, spots open up, and before you know it you’re trying to run a store 2 days before Christmas with no staff..

-What on earth are you talking about?

Don’t worry about it. Do hang out with Wyatt some more though!

Later that night, we get an unexpected visit from Gunther’s half-alien art professor. Well, we all knew the road to Gunther’s graduation was gonna be paved with banging the elderly. Welcome to our establishment, prof!

-Ah, Professor, I know a woman of your stature would never approach a student for anything but school-related business, but you’re simply too radiant to resist..

-Oooh, barely legal, I mean Gunther!

Damn Gunther, is there anyone in the universe you don’t have chemistry with? 

-You can tell she was hot when she was younger ♡  

Sure, maybe you guys can go spelunking and look at one of her portraits from back in the day.

-If you come up to my room, I can also massage your varicose veins ;)

Hey don’t give it away, we charge extra for that! 

-Mon dieu, my heart breaks for my darling Jojό, having to grow up in such a family.. I saw le communiste earlier, engaged in unspeakable acts with a statue de Lénine!  

Don’t worry, Wyatt, I can assure you Jojό is nothing like these freaks! Now give us some space, would you? We’re trying to run a business here.

-Where were we? Oh yes, what about this little wrinkle here?

God, so gross. But also, aww! Look at you, Gunther, fully committed to romancing septuagenarians for personal gain, just like your mother before you.. Family values :’)

YAAAS. Once again, hard work pays off. Stay in school, kids.