Dagger Squad Sitcom
Inspired by @goldenseresinretriever tgm pal-entine’s day challenge!
I'd love to know what ideas anyone has about this au. What do you think the theme song would be? Who lives with whom? Who is the 'will they won't they' couple? etc. I have my own ideas for a part two of this if any one is interested.
>>>moodboards for each member of the squad and their sitcom character archetype
Reuben Fitch: The Square
"And remember, if I'm harsh with you, it's only because you're doing it wrong."
Natasha Trace: The Wisecracker
"Tell him to e-mail me at www-dot-ha-ha-not-so-much-dot-com!"
Mickey Garcia: The Goofball
"I was your secret squirrel, you son of a bitch!"
Robert Floyd: The Nerd
"God, I feel like I'm Luke Skywalker, you know. 'Member when he was living on Tatooine, before R2 and 3PO showed up? Just working on Uncle Owen's water farm all day."
Javy Machado: The Charmer
“We can stay up late talking and watching movies. And you know about naked Thursdays, right?”
Bradley Bradshaw: The Stick
"I think I'm just gonna go home and think of my ex-wife and her lesbian lover."
Jake Seresin: The Bully
“I am the bitch! And you love me."
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resolutions
The den was warm, the smell of cinnamon and wine drifting from their mugs as they spoke. It was that liminal space between Christmas and New Year’s, that time when the days seemed to pass like hours and years simultaneously.
Their number was quite diminished, what with Robin and Argyle visiting family out of state and Eddie dutifully DMing a campaign for the kids while he had the time. Chrissy thought being fourth-wheel to two guys and the girl they used to date would have its oddities, but the atmosphere had stayed surprisingly pleasant.
“You all have any resolutions for 1987?” Nancy asked, cuddling her mug. The alcohol brought a pretty flush to her cheeks and a sparkle to her eyes. She got why the boys fell in love with her.
It was an innocuous question, but it made her lose herself in thought, half listening to Steve and Jonathan as they discussed the concept.
She’d never had any before. They were always prescribed to her, handed down like jail sentences by her mother and rigorously enforced. Study more, look pretty, lose ten pounds, twenty, thirty, more and more and more until she felt like a shell of herself, barely able to stave off a headache at the slightest stressor.
Then, all of a sudden, the night terrors started, and she thought it was just Jason being sweet when he asked her to talk to the counselor, wrapped her in his letterman jacket and prayed over her, but it helped a little.
After a few days, the comments started, backhand statements about how terrible it was she was so fatigued, how much it was stressing him out, how she should already be better and was she sure she was trying enough? But he was always doting in front of her friends, the picture of a perfect gentleman when others could see.
When Eddie offered her something that could make her sleep, she jumped at the chance, surprised to learn he genuinely wanted to soothe her worries. He was a point of hope, a soft heart in a hard world despite his spiky exterior.
She hadn’t expected hell in the place of help.
That thing took her, spun her like a top, snared her in those awful vines and made her watch as he tortured the others, as he destroyed her home, as children stepped up to keep him at bay. They were so brave, all of them, and they got cut to shreds for it.
But the girl, El, came, and the bonds burned Chrissy’s skin until the red sky overhead faded to black, and when they turned to ice, she swore the sleep deprivation wasn’t that bad.
Gentle hands lifted her, pulled her back into a reality she could understand, held her close until she was free of the shadows. She came to in her aunt’s bed with only swirling pink scars to confirm her story.
She idly traced one along her arm. Did she have any resolutions beyond preventing the coming year from being as bad as the last? Was there more to life after the worst of it was over?
“I’m just saying, the question’s a bit disingenuous,” Jonathan said. “It’s like asking what part of someone they hate most.”
Nancy scoffed. “It is not.”
“Is too! You either have a stupid answer or an honest one, and the honest answers just make you feel worse in two weeks when you give up.”
“Everyone’s got an idea of who they should be,” Steve commented. “I don’t think any answer’s stupid.”
“Be real, how would you feel if my resolution was to smoke more?”
“I’d be fine with it as long as you shared.”
Chrissy couldn’t help her chuckle. “Your boyfriend’s a drug dealer. You don’t have enough?”
“Hey, he’s a former drug dealer, thank you. Besides, no getting high on your own supply.”
Nancy slapped her knee. “Alright, Mr. Philosopher, since you don’t think they’re stupid, what’s yours?”
He thought for a second. “I want to get my own place.”
“That’s what you’re doing with your hush money?”
“If the government put me at risk of demo-rabies, they can buy me a house to make up for it.”
“Please never say that in front of Robin.”
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not that stupid, Nance.”
Chrissy caught the little twitch in Jonathan’s lips. She’d keep that to herself. No need to hurt Steve’s pride.
“I’m going to take an actual vacation this year.” Nancy snuggled deeper into her blanket. “Somewhere warm and sunny and not ready to kill me at any given moment.”
“You would love California,” Jonathan offered. “Come visit me and Argyle this summer.”
“Only if you give me an actual resolution,” she teased.
“Ah, well, Florida it is, then.”
She stuck her tongue out at him before turning her inquisitive gaze on Chrissy. “What’s yours?”
Chrissy took a breath, took in the shimmer of her eye, the soft smile on Jonathan’s lips, the weight of Steve’s arm slung across the back of the couch. She wanted this, as much of it as she could get. She’d never had it before, not when she was trying to be someone she wasn’t.
“I think I want to finally be Chrissy this year.” She let her lips curl around the words, felt the depth seep into her skin and settle in among her scars. She’d live how she wanted, not how Vecna or Jason or her mom or anyone said she should.
Her favorite cousin wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “That’d be a good look on you.”
@thefreakandthehair for the prompt resolutions from the Spicy Six Winter Fanworks Challenge
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