Another possibility to add a bit of internal conflict to the au: One of them (I'm imagining Roxy, but that's probably because she's the one I end up projecting onto most) is uncertain about whether they /like/ like the others, or if this is just, you know, what having friends is like. Made extra complicated by the fact that they're having these feelings for *two* people, so these feelings of wanting to spend every moment with them, wanting to curl up and fall asleep beside them, etc, *clearly* those are platonic, because they can't be crushing on two others at once... right??
I love this
Roxy doesn't have many friends and she loves each of them differently so she's just. So confused on just how different Chica and Monty make her feel. Just going around quizzing everyone she knows who've had romantic relationships on what it feels like to be in love with someone until she figures it out. I'm thinking I might bring her mum in for this specifically for the chaos of Bonnie and Roxy during a family game night that somehow leads to their mum helping Roxy figure out her feelings.
Bonnie has of course, known almost the entire time and has been teasing her accordingly. And is also giving her advice on how to confess that keeps going horribly wrong until DJ intervenes and sets her on the right path.
Bonnie after they're all together like "See? I told you you could do it!" "YOU TOLD ME TO USE THE KIND OF PICK UP LINES YOU'D FIND IN A FUCKING CHRISTMAS CRACKER" "What?? Me?? I would never!"
But you know what? Monty would probably have this problem too. He could have Foxy acting as his wingman and it go super well with the only downside being that he chickens out every time. He probably assumes this is all platonic for the longest time because come on, it's two people! He was always told romance was for one special someone! Not two! He and Roxy both get to learn what polyamory is together lmao
Chica has actually had an extensive love life so she clicks on way before the other two. She has to live with the knowledge she has fallen for her two best friends for a very long time, her life is pain. She has two loves of her life and she is drowning.
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WIP Wednesday
I was tagged by @endwersed 💗 and @dear-massacre 💗 centuries ago but I swear I didn't have any wips at all though now I'm getting back into it
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Derek froze in place.
He felt cold and he felt hot. Breaths just wouldn’t come. He didn’t want to blink.
The omega looked stunning.
Ethereal and deific. How could someone be this beautiful? He looked like sex personified.
His slim toned body moved with natural grace, almost gliding on the floor. His fair skin was kissed with constellations of beauty marks that went down his cheeks and neck. He was dressed simply, yet even the grey sweatshirt hugged his narrow waist in such a sinful way that one couldn’t help but yearn to grab it; his long legs in black jeans would look so wonderful while spread.
His face, however, made all those works of art seem like child’s paintings. Oh, how they failed to capture the beauty. How dare they even attempt?
The omega’s chestnut hair was ruffled, his beautiful dark amber eyes red-rimmed but even more so beautiful. Upon seeing Derek, the omega opened his pretty mouth in a small gasp — and, fuck, his lips.
Fuck.
Fuck.
And then, as if Derek wasn’t stunned enough, a small grin bloomed across the omega’s mouth.
Quick as a fawn, he descended down the stairs and stopped a step or two above Derek, his eyes running all over his face.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” Derek rasped.
For some reason, the omega blushed. He put the rucksack down on the floor, then lifted his right hand and daintily offered it to Derek with an almost shy smile.
No one moved.
“Stiles,” Deaton bit through his teeth.
The omega’s smile dwindled as he looked first at Deaton, then at the woman, and finally stopped his wide-eyed gaze at Derek who stood there like a fucking idiot.
“Isn’t this how they do in movies?” the omega asked, sounding genuinely confused.
“How do you know what they do in movies?” asked Deaton, and when the omega snapped his mouth shut, turned to the woman. “We shall search for the contraband tonight.”
The woman nodded.
With blush spreading down his face, the omega started to withdraw his hand.
It was then that Derek finally got his bearings.
Quickly, he caught the omega’s hand, causing him to jump, and pressed a light kiss to his knuckles.
Oh, what he would give to scent him.
“I don’t mind,” said Derek, then cleared his throat from the deepening lust.
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APWH preview snippet!
Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :)
(Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)
“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”
“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”
“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”
He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.
“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”
Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.
“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“
“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“
“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”
“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”
“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“
“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”
Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.
“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.
“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”
“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”
Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”
“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.
“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.
“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“
Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”
“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”
“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”
Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.
“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”
“Seriously?”
“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”
“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”
“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.
“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”
“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.
“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”
“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”
“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”
“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.
“Probably true.”
“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.
“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”
Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.
“He took her on his motorcycle?”
Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.
Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.
“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”
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I saw this guy on the bus that made me go, “Old!Remus? Old!Remus.”
Dude was in baggy camo pants, boots, dark hoodie, and a vibrant green mohawk. It was a great look, imo. :,D
Remus would totally never "outgrow" the punk/adjacent scene. And that lead to some more fun from the co-conspirator:
Remus (90 year old): "Back in my day we had Elvira, Mistress of the Dark"
Remus: "We loved her, we even considered being straight for her. But then it turned out she was totally gay and that was amazingly validating."
Remus: "I totally made Roman dress up as her for multiple Halloweens, tits and all and he couldn't do anything because I had blackmail material on him.”
Remus: "Until he finally confessed to that dork Logan."
Logan, from another room: "WHAT?"
Remus: "TURN YOUR HEARING AID ON LOGAN, I'M DISCUSSING HOW I BLACKMAILED MY BROTHER INTO CONFESSING TO YOU."
Logan: "I DON'T NEED A VISION TEST."
Logan, still in the other room calmly: "I could hear everything he was saying. But it was pretty damn obvious that Roman was gay for me. Every time I winked at him he dropped his books in a gay panic."
Roman, bolting upright from his nap: "I DID NOT DO THAT EVERY TIME!"
Logan: "This is true, you only did it when we actually made eye contact first so you knew I was in fact winking at you."
Roman: *Offended old man noises.*
The Grandkids (Virgil’s): "But grand-uncle Remus, we still haven't heard how you met your lover."
Remus: "I WON HIM IN A POKER GAME."
Patton: “IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE."
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30!
30. Free space! Say something about this ship that you want to say!
Ok this is gonna sound like a bummer, hear me out, but:
The furthest Bugs and Daffy will ever be together is the pseudo relationship thing they have goin on. No marriage. We'll be lucky if they even call each other boyfriends.
This is for multiple reasons, the principal being that, in a meta sense, Warner Bros. won’t ever recognize that Bugs and Daffy are a couple. The “Baffy canon” thing we got in August? Social Media move. Baffy is a trend they saw rising, and bc there’s so many of us out there, they decided to play along with us for now. Yet, there’s no way to canonizing the ship beyond socials, and that's a very safe pr move. Like, we have to see them get together on screen for it to become real. And how would they do that? Throw in a special? Make a Looney Tunes Short where they’re, without explanation, suddenly an item? Devote an entire musical feature film to their relationship to take the time to develop a relationship, and make sure all LT media going forward upholds their status as couple( hm)? What would this mean for viewers seeing things like from the past like, Space Jam? Will this confuse or alienate much of the audience?
Another reason– toons don’t get married. Mickey Mouse and Minnie Mouse, Popeye and Olive Oyl, all iconic romantic mascots, are eternally dating. So if by some miracle Bugs and Daffy profess their love to each other on screen, and there’s merch of them, and their profiles officially change to that of “each other’s official romantic interest” , well, that’s all they’re gonna be. Romantic Interests. I suspect it’s to keep the appearance of eternal youth, them being able to be their own separate thing while still able to be slapped onto marriage merch or singles merch regardless. It just opens up opportunities for storytelling, because marriage is usually reserved for “the end”. In animation, marriage is like, a resolution rather than a development.
Another reason they won’t get married? They’re too damn chicken and got a shit ton of issues. Will they hastily get married in Vegas one vacation? And proceed to regret yet long for that title of “spouse” for the rest of their lives? Yes. Will they ever sit their hyperactive asses down and ponder their personal issues over attachment and vulnerability to commit to something as demanding as marriage? Hell nah. That’s not their style at allllll. I can see them joking to each other about it a couple times, tryna gauge how the other reacts to the big M word, wonder if the other also thinks of it. Daydreams what it would be like to be married. ACT like a married couple. But they ultimately don’t do it.
For quick thinkin toons, they’re sure slow about these things. Aww but cheer up! It’s only taken them 80 years to finally be together. What’s another 80 more to tie the knot, eh?
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