#Maddy HC

[orleans-jester]

A Father’s Day for Bastien.

Maddy will arrange a scavenger hunt for him. They’re always hiding Waldos, this just feels like the next step. She hid cards while he was sleeping in ‘six places in their home that they had made love’. Considering that still left a lot of places, it’s good that it wasn’t too big of a home.

(1. Tucked under her pillow) (2. Tucked under a sofa cushion) (3. Taped under their dining table) (4. Taped under the dining chair that he usually uses) (5. Taped to her ‘exercise’ pole cause one time she was really feeling it which probably would have made him feel it) (6. Standing near the lights that lead to the staircase cause those lights add ATMOSPHERE yo)

Three are from her, her own signature inside of them, while three are from Frankie and have her little handprint on them, dipped in blue paint and then pressed onto the inside.

Because Maddy has enjoyed making photobooks, like the special Valentines Day one the year before, she’s going to make a special one of Frankie’s first six months with her Papa Bear as the gift for finding all of the cards. It’s going to start off with pictures comparing them - one of the very few baby pictures that she was able to find through going through every avenue on the internet that had to do with the Belleroses, and then a picture of their own little girl, showing how they did resemble each other. Frankie had his big eyes, the forehead slope. The rest of the pictures were of the two of them, only a fair few had her in them since there weren’t many times when there was someone else around to take photos of all three, but even those were focused on Bastien and the little girl that made him so damn happy.

Of course, he was going to be having his favorite throughout the day. His favorite foods, they could watch his favorite movie, they could go on a long walk together which also seemed to be his favorite thing to do. It’s a day totally about him.

Because of last years mixup, she’s also not just gonna be sending out texts. Two shirts - one in Thomas’s size and one that was one up from Flo’s to make room for breasts, are going to be sent to the Laveau pair. It was so up both of their alleys, matching shirts for the duo that was affectionately known as the ‘dads’ seemed perfect.

And of course since she got the Savanne girls some things, she’s got a gift coming for Chip. She thought of him the moment that she saw it, and had to get it, along with just a basic Happy Fathers Day card

[guardian-of-da-gay]

eventual Mama's boy

[demonic0angel]

Jack and Maddie try to introduce their girlfriend Talia to living like a normal person. Of course, they're both insane, so this has mixed results.

“So… you have no servants?” Talia asked, trailing a finger along the edge of a cabinet and then pulling away to look at the dust that accumulated, an eyebrow rising on her face. “How do you keep things clean?”

“We have Jazz and Danny do them as chores,” Maddie said with a smile. “It teaches children responsibility, discipline, and necessary life skills.”

Talia nodded slowly. “I see.”

Jack pulled Talia via a hand to her waist as he also said cheerfully, “We also teach them how to clean up their weapons and any accidents! This way, they’ll know what to do if they kill a ghost!”

Both of Talia’s eyebrows rose and she looked at Maddie, who pressed against her other side. “Is that normal? Teaching children to clean up after their killings?”

“‘Killings’ sound so illegal,” Maddie chided. “We call it exterminations. And of course! Any child should know how to clean up after an accident they made!”

Talia nodded to herself again, muttering, “I knew Bruce was wrong…” she looked at her two lovers and asked, “What else do you two teach your children?”

“We teach them a variety of martial arts, weaponry, machinery, and much more! It’s important that they know how to defend themselves if a ghost attacks them! Jazz was able to learn almost every single weapon we have in our arsenal since she was 5! Danny knows over 22 forms of martial arts and he’s still learning. You should’ve seen it when he was young,” Maddie sniffed. “He used to try and fail to flip Jack over and now he’s kicking his father in the face!”

Jack also sniffled, wiping away a tear. “I’m so proud!”

Talia beamed. She loved how proud her partners were of their children’s fighting prowess. After all, she felt the same way. “I agree. My dear son is also the same. He learned since he was very young and now he is quite proficient with a sword. What weapons do you two teach?”

“Everything!” Jack grinned. “Staffs, swords, guns, ribbons, fans, frying pans, waffle irons, a beach toy— you name it! I can promise you that Jazz and Danny will be the best ghost exterminators in the world when they’re older!”

Talia seemed to almost swell with delight. For once, her cold and haughty demeanor broke as she smiled brightly. “So you agree? That teaching your children to be the strongest is the ultimate life goal?”

Maddie and Jack shared a look and then nodded at Talia in agreement. “But of course,” Jack said, trying to sound wise, “It’s also important that they learn to have fun! That’s why we let them drive the car whenever we go out exterminating for ghosts! And we also make sure that they bond with others and have friends— that way, more people can be on the watch out for ghosts and help us hunt them down!”

Talia smiled. “I will take your advice in mind. Oh, it would be wonderful if my beloved son could meet you too. He’s only learned the basics: over 10 forms of martial arts, several swords, a mastery of basic melee weapons, and he knows how to use a staff, but I believe that your training can join our families together and make our children even stronger!”

Maddie blushed bright red. “Oh, Tally!” She cooed and then drew in their girlfriend for a kiss.

Jack beamed and said, “I can’t wait for our kids to meet yours! We can be one big, happy, normal family!”

From a distance, Jazz and Danny shared a bewildered and almost frightened look.

How on earth did their parents find someone who was almost as crazy as them….??

And how on earth did they all share the same murderous braincell??

[butterflyscribbles]

Is Sonic closer to Tom than Maddie because he imprinted on Tom as a bestie first? I've wondered this since seeing the trilogy for the first time...

It’s hard to imagine that he wouldn’t be at least a little closer with Tom than he is Maddie simply because of the events in STH1.

He even described Tom as his favorite person before even meeting him and Tom was the first person he went to when he needed to feel safe.

I know a lot of people sometimes see his outrage when Tom announces he plans to move to San Fransisco as out of character or over the top, but all I see is a kid with separation anxiety hearing the one pillar he had in Green Hills is leaving him behind.

All this is to say that im sure he loves and adores Maddie too. That’s his mama after all💙

[lmadsadness]

just decided to give Shockwave some hideous hidden mouth compartment or whateverrrr

bonus information

[madelynraemunson]

i’ve been watching a lot of documentaries lately and…

“it still fits” “still fits?” “yeah, like yesterday.”

“quiet on the set” “you ready, eddie?” “born ready…born ready.”

[indistinct muttering] [shushing sounds] [background noises gradually cease] *camera focuses in on eddie* “aaaand, action!”

🎬 “hi, i’m eddie munson. i’m 32. and in the spring of 1986 — when i was 20 years old — the unexplainable happened in my hometown.”

[etherealily]

🄱🄻🄸🄽🄳🄵🄾🄻🄳🄴🄳 // Nate Jacobs.

Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. SFW, but discretion advised. Drugs.

My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

(HC : Head Cheer. QB: Quarterback. EH : East Highland.)

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

Desc. : His day one.

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June 2014, Freshman Year.

Nate had been pretty fucking sure he'd ace the tryouts for the football team. He was good and everyone fucking knew it. Him. His dad. Now, the issue was that East Highland was pretty fucking strict on their rule about no freshmen on the team unless they were Tom fucking Brady.

So, yeah. Last thirty minutes before the tryouts, he might have had a tiny fucking panic attack in the boys' locker rooms, palms in his face, strands of hair spewing between his fingers, knee bouncing - the whole shebang. No biggie.

And, of course he was careful not to create a rep around school that he was a pussy, or whatever, because he knew that no one else was as dedicated as he was to football (well, except that sophomore, McKay, who was already a shoo-in, and wouldn't come because the whole sophomore class was on some field trip) and hence, he'd be alone thirty whole minutes before tryouts.

That being said, he hadn't really done a Doctor Strange and calculated all the possibilities for stupid ass shit that could happen, seeing as you walked the fuck in, pom-poms and all, aggressively tapping on your phone, the dial tone on speaker as you looked up at the ceiling in frustration. "Pick the fuck up, pick the fuck up.", you'd been muttering under your breath. Voicemail.

"FUCK!"

The clang echoed throughout the lockers, intertwined with your yell.

You'd kicked the goddamn lockers. Something Nate would have only expected of himself. He jumped, and you finally noticed him. "How long you been fucking sitting there, creep?"

"Creep? You're the bitch in the boys' locker rooms!"

"You gonna kick me out?"

Okay, he was close to hyperventilating, a smartass lippy girl was the last thing he needed right now.

Scoffing, shook his head. "No. Knock yourself out. Literally. Keel over and die and shut up."

You'd flipped him off, he knew that, but he couldn't care right now.

"Wait, I fucking know you. Homeroom with Smith.", you mumbled, offhandedly.

"Well, fucking ace for you, man. Could you shut the fuck up?!"

You did, and he looked up, half-expecting you to have been looking at him hurt or tearing up, but you were back on your phone. That's when he noticed you were fucking trembling. Your phone was this close to falling.

"Yo, you good?", he asked, more out of annoyance than concern, but hey. He was being nice.

"How about you shut the fuck up?!", you retorted, the dial tone buzzing throughout the desolate locker room once more.

And, uh, yup, those were tremors. You were basically short-circuiting. "Uh, you really gotta sit down or something, you're two seconds away from blacking out or falling over."

Huffing, you plopped down opposite him, setting your phone down so hard, it was a miracle it didn't crack. Your knee bounced just like his, and you chewed on the inside of your bottom lip.

Clearly, he had to be the chill one here. Ugh.

Willing himself to look out at the window, the sun, the brightness, the birds-singing and all that bullshit to calm him down, he cleared his throat. "Homeroom with Smith, huh?" His voice was way more unsure than he'd wanted it to be.

Your eyes slowly moved from the fluorescent lights above him to his face. You nodded. "Bumped into you first day of school. Embarassing as hell."

Weird, what girls remember. He's tripped on air some twenty times in one day and you don't see him sitting here ages later, mortified about it.

"It's chill. My name's Nate."

"I'm Y/N."

"Nice to meet you.", he said, leaning over and extending his arm with exaggerated grunts of pain to make you laugh and chill the fuck out, and you met him halfway. "Likewise."

"I'm trying out for the football team. Being a rebel and whatnot."

"Oh, same. Not- not the football team. Cheer team. They don't accept freshmen, either, but I've, like, won gymnastics awards, so.", you shrugged.

"That's cool. I've been this jacked since I was twelve, so.", he grinned, mirroring your shrug. "Plus, I love football."

"I love cheer."

He curled his bottom lip down in acknowledgement. "Chill."

"They've all been here for an hour, intimidation-stretching, or whatever."

He raised both eyebrows in sheer surprise at that, thumbing behind him at the door. "The girls?" An hour?

You nodded. "Yeah. They're bitches."

"The fuck's intimidation-stretching?"

"Y'know, showing off their moves while, like, maintaining intense-eye-contact. To psych you out, or whatever."

"Oh, is that why you're so pressed? You're psyched out?"

"No. But they were outright makin' fun of me. So."

"Why, 'cause you're a freshman? That's bullshit. I doubt they even know how to spell gymnastics. Most of 'em are probably repeating twelfth grade.", he scoffed.

You nodded, a small smile on your lips. "So, are they all excluding you, too, or...?", you asked, glancing around at the empty locker room.

"Boys and girls are different. Your competition's been there for an hour. Mine won't be here till half a minute before the actual fucking tryouts."

"Wouldn't that make you a shoo-in? More dedication?"

He shook his head, bringing his knee onto the bench next to him, turning over to fix the laces on his cleats. "Doesn't work like that."

"Should."

He shrugged. "Lots of 'shoulds', y'know. None of them actually ever happen."

"What, like world peace?"

"Yeah, nah, fuck world peace."

"Careful, the UN will put a hit on you."

"I'll bomb 'em."

You snorted. "Sick."

He didn't exactly know what kind of 'sick' you meant, but something told him it was the kind that proved you shared his humour, maybe a bit.

Your phone dinged. "Fuck. Hey, our tryouts start in five, so."

"Chill. Break a leg."

"What?"

"Y'know, like good luck."

"That's for actors and musicians and shit. You and I better hope we don't break a leg.", you replied, accepting his fist-bump.

"Do well, then. You will. Good luck."

"You, too!", you called. "Thanks!"

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, now he had to go back to calming himself down without the diversion task of calming someone else down, too. Great.

~~

"Holy shit, Nate, holy shit, holy shit, holy--", you yelled, scampering hurriedly down the bleachers as he sprinted to you, catching you as you reached the last step, spinning you around. "Holy shit!"

"I know, I know, right?! They just let me in!", he exclaimed, setting you down. Neither of you had any idea what the fuck had just happened (panic-attack-trauma-bonding), but he didn't fucking care, too fucking exhilarated from his achievement to even think.

"Just? Dude, you were fucking bomb out there! You were like, fuckin' whizzing on the field, man!", you declared, punching his chest.

"How'd yours go?", he asked, trying to catch his breath from both the tryouts and the rush to the bleachers.

You zipped open your duffle, and he peered over into it. A flash of aquamarine. A fucking cheer uniform. "Let's fucking go!", he cheered, dapping you up. "What happened to the intimidation-stretching bitches?"

Thumbing to the other side of the field, you shrugged. "I'm definitely getting cyberbullied or something." Holy shit, those were some pissed off juniors.

"Yeah? That's how you know you won.", he laughed, rapping his fingers on his helmet, his eyes darting from it to you. "So, we're officially the coolest fucking freshmen ever."

"Yeah, it's like, officially EH lore now, for real."

"I'll see you out on the field, then? Once the season starts, in August?", he asked, slinging his bag onto his shoulder as you did the same with yours.

"Yeah, for sure. See you around, man."

He held out his fist, grinning when it met your own. "See you around."

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January 2016, last semester of Sophomore Year.

It was around this time that he'd met Maddy.

And he'd really fucking liked her.

His first ever girlfriend, and first ever love.

Or was she his first ever love? No, I mean, he loved her, but was she his first? Nah, you know what, no time for this bullcrap. You're not here for a psychoanalysis, no, you're here to watch his stupid decisions one by one by motherfucking one, like a cinema reel.

And sophomore year was one.

Look, he knew that to be a good boyfriend, kissing other girls was probably not a good idea. Loyalty and all that. It's the principle. But he couldn't just stop making out with you, I mean, you needed practice before going on your first date, and it's not like you could ask anyone else in this godforsaken school, now could you ( you didn't ask, but whatever. Irrelevant) ? No, he was the closest thing you had to a guy friend.

How'd it go, HC? Did you suck face?

No. He said he wants to go on a second date before all that.

He's a fairy.

What? Fuck you, man. Maybe he's just a gentleman.

Or maybe he just likes (gentle) men.

Put that wordplay into your English essays and maybe you'll beat me one day.

You bring up grades every time you lose an argument, it's fucking annoying.

Whatever, I got to get up and go to school tomorrow. Conduct cheer tryouts and whatever.

Night, HC.

Good night, QB.

See? It was actually weird how scared he was of Maddy finding his phone. Was it even flirting if he was just insulting you and letting you 'win' arguments half the time? No. It wasn't, so why was he worried Maddy might think it was? Maybe he was paranoid.

And yes, he could've just acquiesced once, instead of continuing to text you because he'd 'learnt a new move Maddy seemed to like', but it's the fucking considerate thing to do. What if the guy you were going out with whipped out some weird new thing with his tongue and you looked like an idiot? It's called friendship.

~~

"Oh, hey, I wanted to ask, you and Mads on or off again?", you asked, standing up to stretch, and then go on the same tour you always did around his room, when you were there for your blunt-sessions. His bedside, his dumbbells, his closet, his mirror, then back to him.

He scoffed as he lay down, patting the space next to him, that you thankfully filled. Gently stroking the hair on your forehead, he sighed, before taking a long drag of the joint. "Why? You need help? He's trying to take things to the next level or sm'n?"

"Yeah, but, like, Maddy's my friend now, you sure you can help me without it being weird?"

He didn't know why, but he didn't like the thought of his day-one calling someone else her friend. Rubbed him the wrong fucking way.

"Uh huh." He waved you off, putting it out. "It's cool. We're on a break, anyway. Okay, so second base.", he said, clapping his palms together as he sat up, gazing down at you, softly pushing you to lay back down. "Usually, he'll do a little something like - move your hair to the side for me, yeah, there we go - something like this...", he murmured, his lips dancing gently across your jugular vein before he seamlessly began lowering them to your clavicle. "And he'll probably get a little bit of this action.", he added, his hand fondling your breast over your clothes. "He might unclasp your bra if he's feeling confident, but that's more third base stuff, so I wouldn't worry about it."

"What if he does, though?"

"You can say 'stop'. As long as he isn't a rapist creep, then you're solid."

"He isn't. He's really nice."

"Ew, bro, are you blushing?", he mock-gagged, tossing a pillow at your face and sitting back on his heels as he lit up another doobie.

"Look, he's really nice, like, gentleman-type. I'm just grateful my first-ever boyfriend isn't a total dickwad."

He leaned over and nudged your foot with his elbow, watching you chuckle from the opposite edge of the bed. "No, seriously, why not just become official, if you're fine letting him feel you up? Is he someone super ugly? Like, social-suicide-level-ugly? Come on, who is it?"

"Shut up, I'm not telling you."

"Wow, okay, yeah, no, for sure. Not like I've been your best fucking friend since freshman fucking year.", he scoffed, doing his best to look hurt as he reached for his phone.

"Hey, hey, that's not fair!"

His phone buzzed. "Yo, that's probably Maddy, you should--"

"Don't change the fucking subject."

His phone rang, this time.

"Did your voice just go deeper?", you giggled, after he was done. Yeah, the weed was definitely hitting you like a freight train. He wasn't too far behind.

"Oh, fuck off.", he snorted, tossing another pillow at you.

And that was pretty much it. You never spoke of it again.

In fact, weirdly, you never spoke again, for rest of the year.

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June 2016, First Semester of Junior Year.

There comes a time in every girl's life where the guys in her life just do a full 180 and become absolute dicks in every sense of the word. They ghost you, or they bully you, or they start being overtly sexist around and to you. Now, the issue was that Nate was really fucking classy about it. So he wasn't uncouth or rude or anything, but the texts stopped.

With him now being official with Maddy, it had seemed the best way to ease his own conscience and make sure both of you had a smooth junior and senior year.

Now, the two of you had never been all BFF-goals during the first two years of school, aside from the sporadic text message you'd exchanged off the field. So, no, you didn't really care that the texts stopped - hell, you barely noticed. You had your own shit going on. Mutinies in the squad, favoritism from Coach to you, rumours of favoritism from you - the head cheer - to certain members, it was all confusion.

And, to top it all off, first home game of the season? You got sick.

A little rundown of EH football tradition. Home games are the best. Home games mean pep rallies. Pep rallies mean running through the cafeteria, jumping on tables while the cheerleaders hype them up. Slight problem. Nate had been under the impression that cheering couldn't happen without the head cheer.

Again, you couldn't particularly call him a friend in public because you'd get branded a slut quicker than you could shake your little pom-poms and if he called you a friend, he'd 100% lose face in front of the whole school quicker than he'd usurped the previous team captain in his freshman fucking year.

That being said, he wasn't one for unfairness.

And that's why he frowned when Coach asked him why in the hell he was getting his lunch instead of huddling up with the team for the pep rally. "Isn't that tomorrow?"

"When the hell did I tell you it was tomorrow, son, huh?"

"The head cheer's not here."

"So? Her deputy's there. What do I care if she isn't here? Go on, get."

Sure, games happen without the captain of the team, but they're usually crappy, and Coaches tend to postpone them. He'd figured that would be the same for a cheer squad, but apparently you being sick hadn't meant shit to the rest of your "team"?!

He thought that was bullshit, honestly. It was probably Christmas morning for the people you'd beat out and then graciously allowed into the squad this year. And then, Nate did something real fuckin' stupid. He listened to himself.

And somehow, his thoughts had led him to the grave conclusion that they'd been behind your sick leave of absence that day. Coughing on you or something, how should he know, he wasn't a fucking doctor.

And so, yeah, he may have tripped the bitches - whosever face he remembered, at least - who'd made fun of you and then somehow induced your illness, in the middle of the cafeteria.

"What the fuck, Jacobs?!"

"What? That shit was an accident! Like we don't have it worse out on the field. Suck it up, cheer, honestly."

Yeah, he'd gotten benched from that weekend's home game. Not for long, though, the team was dying without him, so Coach pulled him in barely two plays after benching him, which was fucking great.

What wasn't fucking great was that now Coach - and subsequently, the rest of the team - knew that he cared about who the fuck you were. None of the other guys here even knew there was a head cheer, much less who she was and why she was absent.

And now, you were unnecessarily on every one of his teammate's radars. The EH football team operated on a if-she-fucked-one-of-us-we're-all-her-type-basis.

What's worse, no one even told you about what Nate had done.

So, to recap, you didn't know why you were suddenly getting attention from the football team, and you also didn't know why Nate was suddenly watching you in the hallways, scrutinizing every interaction of yours.

You didn't know anything.

You were going into this blindfolded.

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December 2016, Last Semester of Junior Year

"Yo, HC!"

No fucking way!

Your head whipped around, and he was there, grinning, all teeth and chewing gum with his arms out wide as if you were supposed to jump into them. Hopping off the bus-stand-bench, you jogged over to him (not jumped, jogged), dropping your bags before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder so he could scratch his knuckles on your scalp.

He practically squeezed you, spinning you around the same way as the bleachers after your joint-crowning as the coolest fucking freshmen ever. "It's been, like, decades !"

"What are you doing here?"

"Maddy wanted me to pick her up - she had to stay after-school for something, I dunno - but she changed her mind last minute, she's going home with Cassie. So I'm just here. Walkin' around. Lookin' for the coolest junior HC in EH lore."

You laughed, and he squinted up at the sky, then down at his watch. "You need a ride? A real fucking ride, not some ten year old's wet dream of a joyride.", he scoffed, glaring at the bus-stand.

'Ride' being code for either E or blow.

You were wiped. Cheer tryouts take a lot out of you, especially when it's hot as fuck and some extremely untalented people start beef with you because they think you've rejected them just to be a bitch. Since morning, you've been sitting with Coach, working through batch after batch. And the new kids - they were the fucking worst.

And so, yeah, you abandoned your stupid ass bus ticket to go do weed with the QB of the team you cheered for.

Who wouldn't?

~~

"So why did Maddy just ditch you?"

"She didn't ditch me.", he reminded, watching you take a long drag of the blunt from his peripheral. "She said she forgot she had a sleepover at Cassie's."

"Yeah, I figured she might wanna celebrate with her, first.", you muttered, offhandedly. Nate almost screamed.

"Celebrate what?" As far as he knew, it was nowhere close to either Maddy's or Cassie's birthday.

"She didn't text you yet?", you asked, sitting up and resting your elbows on your knees.

"About what?"

"She made the cheer squad today. They both did."

He had to sit up for that one. "She tried out for the cheer squad?"

He vividly remembered telling her not to. He didn't like extraneous variables, and you and her being in close proximity definitely was one.

"She made the cheer squad."

"You approved it? What, as, like, a favour to me, or some shit?"

You snorted, leaning over to place the blunt on his lips which he took a drag of, before tapping your nose and taking the whole thing from you. He was gonna need a couple more puffs, that was for sure. "I approved it because she's really fucking good."

"Uh huh."

"I'm serious."

"Yeah?", he grumbled, blowing a bubble with his gum before chewing it again.

"She didn't tell you she was trying out? Fuck, maybe she wanted it to be a surprise, and I fucked it up."

"No, she's just a bitch when she wants to be."

"Lay off her, man, you know she's too good for you."

He really couldn't argue with that. But he'd sure as fuck try. "In what way? We're soulmates or whatever."

"Aren't soulmates supposed to give you peace?"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he flicked your forehead. "How's it going with you and fairy-guy?"

"Good, weirdly. He's sweet. And that wasn't a line, he really did want to get to know me before any of the first base stuff."

"So you're, like, you guys are a thing now?", he asked, smoke enveloping his view of the ceiling.

"Why's your room so boring, bro? Like, it's... it's all one colour."

"Uh, no, there's grey, there's white, there's black.", he retorted, clearing his throat as he crossed his legs, watching you run your finger over his dumbbells. "No, seriously, you guys fucked yet?"

"Nate!"

"What?", he chuckled, shrugging as he grunted, getting up to kneel on the bed. "I'm just saying. On-and-off be damned. You can't just stop at second base. You gotta let him in you."

"You're gross.", you muttered, moving to his closet before he stopped you. "Gross? Gross?", he scoffed, grabbing your arm and pulling you to kneel on the bed with him. "You're a prude. I bet you don't even know how it works.", he said, blowing some smoke - and some wisps of your hair away - at your face.

"I do, too, know how it works."

"Sure, the mechanics. What goes where. But if I asked you how it felt?"

"I know how it feels."

"I swear to god, man, you're gonna start listing off the hormones involved in sex and I'm going to get a fucking aneurysm.", he replied, brushing the hair he'd just blown out of place back into place.

"Fine, then you tell me how it feels. Mister-Seventeen-Year-Old-Sex-Expert--"

If there was a camera like in The Office, he'd have smirked into it. It's funny you thought you would get to finish that sentence with how fucking blitzed he was. Naïve, more like.

"Maddy really fucking loved this one.", he groaned against your lips, sitting back on the bed and bringing you down on top of him. "You should try it with fairy-guy."

"Which one?"

"The thing I'm about to do with my tongue. Just wait."

See, tiny problem. He'd been so focused on actually getting you to agree to make out with him for the first time in a fucking long time (so much for ignoring you out of guilt) that he hadn't exactly thought of what 'new thing' he was going to show you when he did.

"Hey! Whoa!"

"What? This is still second base!", he murmured, his lips now on your collarbone, his hand gently unclasping your bra.

"I thought third base was, like, French-kissing."

"Any kind of kissing is first base. God, I have so much to teach you, young Padawan."

His phone buzzed. Ugh. "Yo, Nate, that's probably Maddy, you should-- Nate. Come on. We're high.", you reminded, and he nearly fucking hit you, rolling his eyes as he watched you get off his lap and hand him his phone.

"What, Maddy? Uh-huh, yeah, I know, I heard. I bumped into Y/N, and she told me. Yeah. We're gonna talk about this shit later. Yeah, I'm real fucking happy for you, did you forget what we talked about? I said don't try out for- yeah? Then why the fuck--? No, no, don't make this into some feminist issue-- right, okay, listen, I'm out right now, I'll call you later."

He sighed as he set his phone down and looked at you, a fucking vision. Yeah, probably not the best idea, fucking you right now.

He had to do that fully conscious.

"Who is fairy-guy? You realise he's basically your Maddy, right? On-and-off, pushing you to your fucking limit?"

You rolled your eyes, flipping him off as you stretched.

"Come on. Who am I gonna tell?"

"Everyone!"

He guffawed, rolling his eyes and pressing his lips to your temple as he busied his fingers with your hair again. "C'mon."

"You're not gonna tell anyone, alright?"

"Cross my heart."

"Say the next part."

"Jeez- cross my heart and hope to die. You want a pinky promise next?"

"Yeah, actually. We're keeping it low-key, and I can't have you spreading it all around."

Huffing magnanimously, he gripped your pinky with his, both of you kissing your own fists as you did. "Alright. This guy better be the Pope or some shit."

"It's Christopher McKay."

If he hadn't already been sitting down, he'd have fainted. "What the fuck?! McKay!?"

"Yeah, why? You regret the whole fairy-guy comment now, don't you?"

"I mean, he isn't a fairy, definitely not. But, y'know, I- nah, never mind. Whatever. Good for you guys.", he muttered, pulling your face into his chest as he squeezed you tighter.

Okay, maybe that was the tiniest bit manipulative. No one gives a shit, shut up. Three, two, one...

"But what?"

There it is. He smiled against the top of your hair.

"But nothing. He's my homie. I can't fuck this up for him."

"And what? I'm not?", you asked, pulling away from his chest. "Tell me!" He had to hold your wrists together to make sure you didn't accidentally uppercut him.

"It's just... y'know, he's like, nice and all.", he cleared his throat. He was such an asshole. He shouldn't be talking his friend down. Fuck! "The nice guys are usually the fake ones. The ones that only want one thing."

"You're telling me McKay's like that?"

"I mean, he could've changed, but that's... we can't judge people on their worst mistakes."

He was going to hell.

You shifted, biting your lip unsurely as you sat up to put out the blunt, and then stared at his wall in thought, your arms around your knees.

"What? You're giving him the benefit of doubt?"

You shrugged. "I don't--"

"Wow. Right. Noted. Okay."

Shaking your head, you sat up, looking down at him. "Don't do that."

"Do what?", he grumbled.

"Take everything so personal."

"How else am I fucking supposed to take it when you're basically choosing McKay's words over mine?"

"One year, man, a whole year, and he hasn't done anything--"

"Three years, and I haven't done anything to hurt you!"

You went silent at that, and he shuffled up onto his elbows, moving some hair to nestle behind your ear. "Have I?"

Please don't bring up the ghosting, please don't bring up the ghosting.

"Well... no."

"You need to talk about this shit beforehand, man. Maddy and I did."

"Right, like your relationship isn't the 10th circle."

"I know you and I know him. Who's better to mediate? Next time we're all together, we'll talk this shit out, okay?"

Shut up, alright? Maybe he's changed. Maybe he really wanted to fix you and McKay up!

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January 2017, New Year's, last semester of Junior Year.

The door slammed, and you flinched, closing your eyes momentarily.

"Yo, you wanna explain that shit out there?"

"What?"

"He just fucking kissed you."

"That's what boyfriends do. Go do some of that with Maddy, your relationship issues will be solved."

"I'm just saying, maybe you should hold off on the PDA until you sort shit out between yourself. Isn't that why I'm here? Ignoring the fact you didn't even trust me enough to tell me McKay was fairy-guy!"

"And how does Maddy feel about that? Does she even know?"

"Like McKay knows we're friends?"

"Yeah, he does! I got nothing to hide!"

Silence. Then, "That's why he glared at me when he kissed you."

"He didn't do shit, you're delusional! Alright?! Not every fucking thing is about you! It's always about you! God, you don't deserve her, you know?"

"You shut the fuck up about Maddy and me, okay?!", he cried, taking a swig from his bottle before placing it with a clink on the counter.

He was growing louder and coming closer. Oh, this absolute brotard!

"Then you shut the fuck up about McKay and me!"

He glared at you for a minute. "You're pissing me off! Fuck! You've been doing this shit all season, I came to this stupid fucking party to chill out, and here you are, messing with me again!"

"How the fuck am I messing with you, fucktard?! We haven't even spoken in--"

"You know, you're really fucking with me right now?! Really fucking getting on my last goddamn nerve!", he continued, jaw clenched as his fingers grabbed your jaw, digging into your cheeks.

"You're gonna have to leave me the fuck alone, from now, okay?!"

"And what's with unfollowing me? What- loyalty to your boyfriend? What the fuck's that bullshit about?!", he scoffed, ignoring you completely, blatantly. "After everything I've done for you?!"

"Like what?! Teaching me how to kiss?! Huh? Or feeling me up and pretending like that was you helping me?"

Oh, fuck. McKay had been telling you the same shit about Nate as Nate had about McKay. Fair. Karma.

"Hey, fuck you, that was me helping you! You think I'd want to feel you up, huh? Or fuck you?!", he screamed, and you were pretty sure with how hard his thumbs were pressing, you'd wake up with dimples the next morning.

"Yeah, actually! I think you're a fucking creep, yeah, I think you'd want to, 100%!"

His glare shifted almost imperceptibly from your eyes, pooled with rage and a mild hint of fear, to your lips, and before you noticed it, he'd already come crashing down on them.

One thing was clear from the kiss. Nate Jacobs no longer thought you were a good friend. In fact, he probably fucking hated you. This was a hate-kiss, and usually, they're far, far better than the ones given by people who you love (and who love you).

It was now your turn to grip his jaw, and you had to pry him off you. You glared at him for a moment, breathless and pissed, before you shook your head. "Get your shit together, Jacobs! I really like McKay."

He nodded, earnestly. "And I really love Maddy."

And then he was on you again, hands unsure where the fuck to go, but sure that they had to hold you right fucking there. So one of them was on your shoulder, grip so tight you'd be close to buckling if the other one hadn't been on your rear, gluing you to him.

"Yeah, Maddy! She's one of my best friends!", you yelled, and he shrugged.

"McKay's one of my best friends."

Simple as that. You had no fucking idea what that was supposed to prove, or state, but there he was, on your lips again, yanking you back against him as his fingers groped for the doorknob behind him.

Click.

No fucking way this piece-of-shit-disgrace-to-humanity thought you were gonna fuck him in a party bathroom.

"I don't think so!", you scoffed, shoving him away. "Fuck off, Nate, seriously! You have got to stop drinking, man."

"Would you break up with McKay if I broke up with Maddy?"

"Huh- what, no!"

"If I promised to love and cherish you and all that bullshit, would you?"

"Are you jealous?"

It's a quiet question, because raising your voice when asking him something that accusatory is a death sentence. You're lucky you stepped back, because he'd have lunged at you, right then, right there.

"Of what? Fucking you? You and McKay? No, you pansies deserve each other!"

"Could you put that shit down, for fuck's sake?!", you screamed, and he nodded, taking the last swig before throwing it on the floor, where it rattled weakly by your feet. "Alright, listen, you're switching up on me, Nate, real fast, and it's confusing. You wanna love and cherish me one second, and I'm a pansy the next?"

"Listen, I'm hammered, yeah? Don't- don't put too much stock into what I say."

Was he... was he trembling?

"Okay. You wanna… you want some space, to like, recover? Can I go?"

"Could you not?"

Fuck. You'd hoped he'd kick you out.

"Please?"

"Yeah, okay, okay, chill, I'll stick around."

"Thank you." Ew, that was so foreign out of his mouth, you had to do a double-take.

And then he did something devastatingly worse than kissing you. He hugged you, the same way he'd hugged you when you two were fourteen and coming fresh off the accomplishment of breaking East Highland's no-freshman-on-any-team-rule. His nose in your hair, his arms around your back, your hands in the back of his hair. Yeah, it was an extremely cheap replica of that moment. No bleachers, a goddamn party bathroom.

He breathed against your ear, the rate of it increasing as he tugged you closer, doing his best to merge himself to you. "You're gonna have to stop being nice to me, or I'm going to leave my girlfriend for you." It came out as a whisper, an afterthought, an uncertainty.

You snorted, stroking the hair at his nape once more. "Yeah, sure, I'll just be a cunt."

"You can't do that, either. You seen me and Maddy? Pisses me off. And anger just turns me on, clearly. "

"Indifference, then? That's what you want from me?"

"I just want you to be there, okay?"

"What, like a backup? You and Maddy are on a break, and you get to stick your tongue in my throat?"

"You'd keep me in check, y'know?", he grumbled, kissing your cheek in the most genuinely friendly way possible. "I wouldn't go around fucking random whores."

"Only you, Nate, could justify this shit."

"Come on, HC, you know you love me."

You did not love Nate. You just couldn't love him when he was here so pathetically, clinging onto you like he'd made nothing but a series of mistakes in his whole life, and you were the only thing that wasn't one of them.

"You need me to help you sober up? I could get you water. Bread, to soak up the liquor."

"I just need you."

Great, he was being cute, now. Fucking ace.

Ugh. What a disgusting thing to say. After ghosting you, acting like he was better than you?

But then, he was muttering things that, if you'd heard them right, almost sounded like he was saying he'd missed you, and you weren't so sure.

"Hey, whoa, Nate--"

And then you felt like a cunt, because his face looked like the first time you'd seen him. In fact, it was exactly the same as the first time you'd seen him. Jesus. He wasn't panic-attacking on you, was he? He trembled once more, and then you realised, yes, he was.

Not just on you.

About you.

Which was just fucking great.

"Homeroom with Smith, huh?", you mumbled against his temple.

He nodded. "I bumped into you. Embarrassing as hell."

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September 2018, Senior Year.

By your senior year, McKay had moved on to college (and Cassie Howard), and you were actually kind of enjoying life. Sure, the odd jock who thought you'd fucked both Nate and McKay asked you out, but hey. You were still free to say no. What could he do? Blackmail you with nudes you'd never given out, or sex tapes you'd never filmed?

"Thank you, girl, fuck!", squealed Taylor, a freshman (who, like you, had also won gymnastics awards, making you feel a very fucking full-circle, Disney-movie-type-feeling) hugging you as tight as possible without you ending up asphyxiated. "I didn't think I'd make it!"

"You're really fucking good, freshie, c'mon. You'd have made it, either way. Welcome to the squad.", you laughed, handing her the cheer uniform.

"I'm gonna look so fucking sexy in this."

"Yeah, you probably will, yeah.", you nodded, chuckling as she waved.

Your cheer coach high-fived you as you shut the gymnasium doors and took down the sign for 'Cheer Tryouts'. "So, we got, what, three new girls? That's good. Great, even."

"Whoa, no, we got two. Taylor Kingsley and Carmen Adams, this year."

"Oh. We need one more. The formation we have planned for this year needs an overall even number."

"Wildcard? Call one of the graduated cheerleaders? Someone from, uh, Chris McKay's batch, maybe?"

"Could work.", she muttered, thoughtfully. "I'll see if we can change it up or add an extra base or flyer in the middle or something. We'll get back to you. Stay online, okay?"

"Yes, Coach."

You slung your bag onto your shoulders as you trudged out to the bus-stand in front of the school. The late, 4-O'clock- sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the nostalgic feeling that comes with being a senior was ringing through you.

And you should have just gone straight home from there. But, uh. Something came up.

Long time, HC. How you been?

Yeah, good, QB. You?

I'm fine. 🍃? My place in 5?

Fuck. First thing this guy texts you in a whole two academic years and it's asking you to get wasted. Fucking hell. It was so unbelievably Nate, you had to laugh.

Can't in 5. Maybe in 10. Need to get home and change.

Bet. See you.

Did you even really wanna go was the question. You were wiped, once again. You'd had back-to-back double gym in the morning, then two pop quizzes and then cheer practice, then you and Coach had to conduct cheer tryouts.

Wait, did you just give yourself reasons to go get high with your day-one? Yeah. Fuck.

Talk about full-circle.

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

I could see this happening.

Chimney goes to the locker room to change into his civilian wear after the shift is done and he hears the tail end of Hen and Buck's conversation about it being Buck's turn to bring the wine

"We're having some sort of 118 hangout I forgot about?"

Hen tells him no, that Buck and Tommy are coming over for dinner to her and Karen's place. Chim sees nothing wrong with it, and says that now that Buck and Tommy are back together they should come over for dinner with him and Maddie. Buck agrees but it's tense and Hen smiles but it looks strained as well.

It's the next shift and Chimney is talking to Hen about her plans for the weekend, suggesting a Wilson+Han family day. But Hen declines, saying she and the family have plans with Buck and Tommy. Chimeny suggest that maybe the kids could still meet since he's sure Jee, Mara, and Denny miss each other but Hen tells him that Tommy's nephew is joining them since Tommy's sister and her husband need a babysitter while they're in town.

Now Chimney’s getting annoyed. Maddie tells him she's sure that it's just because Buck and Tommy are another queer couple so maybe they just want to hangout together. Chimeny sort of sees how that could be the case and suggests to Maddie that they should have Buck and Tommy over for dinner since it's way over due, Maddie only says "Sure." before quickly changing the subject.

Chimney goes over spontaneously to Hens place in the afternoon with a bottle of wine since Maddie and Jee are having a mother and daughter day. But he's suprised to see Buck and Tommy at Hen and Karen's for an impromptu movie night...with Bobby and Athena and Josh and his bf.

"You-You guys are having a party or something?"

Buck is quick to run to the door. "It's my fault, sort of got out of hand. I mentioned to Tommy and Karen over brunch this morning that I never saw the devil wears Gucci or something?"

"Prada." "Prada!"

"Yeah, so it became a movie dinner thing after we just combined our plans. Tommy and I were suppose to meet with Josh and his boyfriend."

"And Karen and I had plans with Bobby and Athena."

Now Chimney is pissed. "So...what? You two just forgot about me and Maddie?"

"It's not like that Chim."

"Yeah, sure it's not. Just looks that way though."

While Chim turns around to walk away, Buck looks upset and annoyed and walks back in to the house with Hen begging him to tell Chimney the truth.

"He's just going to make me forgive her and I can't right now, Hen."

Chimney returns home and vents to Maddie about how Hen and Buck are hanging out more and inviting other couples to couples night. Maddie is brushing it off, saying that Buck and Hen are allowed to hangout with other people.

"But it's not other people, it's our friends. Why would they not invite us? It's not like we're the only ones with kids."

Maddie is being too indifferent and almost cheerful for Chimney’s liking, "Why aren't you more upset about this? It's like our friends are icing us out."

Maddie rolls her eyes and tells Chimney that if it's such a concern then they could invite Hen and Buck over to their place.

"Hen, Buck, Karen, and Tommy. It's gonna be a couples night."

"Sure."

"Great. Maybe Friday night then? I think Tommy is off and Karen should be free by 7."

But Maddie says she's has a shift (even though Chimney is sure that she doesn't). Chimney suggests another day and Maddie tells him that's the morning of her ob appointment and she'll probably be too tired to attend anything.

"Maybe we should wait till Eddie gets back?"

"Eddie?" Chimney is confused, he reminds Maddie that Eddie moved so he's not coming back. Not anytime soon.

"You don't know that."

"Pretty sure I do since I saw him pack his stuff and put his resignation in." Now Chimney is suspicious. He asks Maddie why is it important to her that Eddie join them.

"It's important to me. It's important to Buck. I'm sure he would love to have Eddie back. He misses him."

"We would all love to have Eddie back. I miss the guy too but he's in Texas and I'm talking about our friends who are currently in LA county. Which includes your brother and his boyfriend."

Maddie seems mildly annoyed, "Fine, sure. Invite Buck and Tommy here for a guys night."

"Maddie!"

"I've gotta go and check on Jee."

Instead of confronting Buck, Chimney confronts Hen at work. "Hey, is the reason for all of those "impromptu" nights with Buck and Tommy is because of Maddie?"

"You figured it out?"

"Yeah. But I don't understand why though."

Hen tells him what happened. About how Buck told Maddie that he and Tommy where back together Maddie seemed disappointed about it and Buck asked her why she wasn't happy for him. It led to an argument between them. With Maddie admitting that Buck still wasn't being honest about his feelings for Eddie and Buck being upfront about there being no feelings for Eddie, about how Maddie didn't think Buck should settle for the first guy out the gate, with Buck snapping back at her that she settled for the first guy after her divorce.

So now the two weren't speaking to each other.

"When was this?"

"A couple of days after the incident at UCLA campus. Buck and Tommy got back back together and Buck told Maddie the next day."

"Why didn't you or Buck tell me? Buck knows I care about him and Tommy is my friend."

Hen sighs, explaining that Buck wasn't sure if Chimeny would be unbiased between a fight between him and Maddie and Tommy didn't want to get in-between him and Maddie.

"So all of this is because Maddie doesn't approve of Tommy?"

"Yup. She's convinced that Buck doesn't know what he wants. And I love Maddie, you know I do, but Buck is gonna Buck- there's no way he would do anything he's uncomfortable with or unsure about."

Chimney let's out a low whistle. "Yeah....I don't know what to do about this."

Hen shrugs, patting Chimney on the back. "There's nothing you can do. Maddie and Buck need to figure this out on their own."

"Yeah....I guess."

"

[lucidheart3]

My HC’s for three fave songs from Epic: The Musical of Wachowski boys+ Shadow because that musical is amazing and I can’t listen to any songs other than those.

Sonic💙

Full Speed Ahead

The song checks all the boxes for him; a promise for adventure, hope and positivity. Eurylochus, Polites and Oddyseus remind him of his bros and him (but that quickly changes once he completely listens to the musical) But this song stays one of his faves .

Dangerous

He is all in for the vibes of the song, and he loves Hermes. And he agrees that sometimes you’ve got to be dangerous to make it back to your family.

Legendary

He relates to Telemachus’ need to prove himself, and his longing to his father reminds him of Longclaw.

He is so emotional at “ No idea if you’re dead or just too far.” Because he had no comfirmation of Longclaw’s death, and one part of him hopes that she somehow got to live.

And he admires Telemachus’ will to fight for his mother despite being surrounded by people stronger and older than him.

Tails💛

He is allowed to listen a very few of the songs, because of the violance they contain, argues that he has seen probably worse.But he makes the most of this limited experience lol.

Open Arms

Mostly because Sonic said Polites reminded him of Tails, and he sees the resemblence. Since he has his family now all the obstacles seem possible to overcome, and life is all brighter for him. The song mirrors those thoughts.(And he wasn’t allowed to listen to the Cyclops saga so he doesn’t know what happens to Polites so, yay?)

I can’t help but wonder

He relates to Telemachus for waiting on his father, and finally getting to embrace him. He waited for a family so long, and when he met Sonic first he felt the same way Telemachus felt, not sure of how to act. Then these feelings extended to the other family members, but they all welcomed him so now he can embrace them.

Little Wolf

He relates to Telemachus because he also had to hold his own against villagers bigger and stronger than him, and he adores the way Athena helps Telemachus.

Knuckles ❤️

Warrior of the mind

He too enjoys Athena & Ody’s relationship, she reminds him of his father and tribe with her lessons and advices. He agrees with her on turning off your heart in battle because feelings can result in fatal mistakes.

Six Hundred Strike

This song is an intense description of a battle and he loves how Odysseus takes strength from his fallen comrades, resulting in a ‘special move’ much like his ‘flames of disaster’

We’ll be fine

The way Telemachus inspires Athena to reunite/ help Ody reminds him of his brief fight with Sonic while they were trying to stop Shadow, how easy would it be for their bonds to break because of an disagreement if their situation was worse. Losing Tom and having their family fall apart could result in them growing farther, but they got through it together.

Shadow🖤

Odysseus

This is mostly for his pre- redemption arc. He’d be delighted that Odysseus did what had to be done for the betrayers in his palace.

No Longer You

He relates to it because he too lost sight of who he was on the way to his goal.

Would You Fall In Love With Me Again

This is because he too wonders if Maria would have loved him (platonically) even after all he had done. And he really admires Ody and Penelope’s loyalty to each other.Their love is not fake like in the series he watched with Stone. (neither of those man were worthy of that woman, she is not a prize to be won)

That’s all for this post lol

[cxra-melty]

Ay yo, those Shadow headcanons you did? I'm here for it.

Any of your own headcanons of the other 3? (Only if you want to)

fuck yeah dawg let's get it

Team Sonic Tickle Headcanons

Not really gonna categorize them, they're all just jumbled together oops

Out of the three of them, Sonic is by far the meanest ler out of them. Neither Tails or Knuckles care much for tickling others unless it's for revenge

On the other hand, Sonic is also the biggest lee out of them all, with Tails in second and Knuckles in third

That poor fox,,,,Sonic and Knuckles never let him rest, especially if he's been up tinkering with some gadget or gizmo for a while

Knuckles struggled with understanding the idea of tickling and thought it was some form of fighting. It took a hedgehog shaped hole in a wall for Maddie to sit him down and explain it to him in a way he'd understand

The three once had a tickle fight over the last slice of a cake Maddie made. Tom ended up taking it while they were distracted.

None of them are really the teasing type. Sonic technically 'teases' the most but it's mostly just him stating the obvious and making various corny comments

Tickle fights between them are way too common for Maddie's liking. If she senses any funny business, she makes them take it outside. She's paid for enough house damages caused by them.

Tails gets the hiccups if he's been tickled for a while

Sonic is 100% the type to irritate the hell out of people if he's feeling particularly mischievous. Tails and Tom both entertain his shenanigans the most, Knuckles actually wants to spar to get him to leave him alone, and Maddie could go either way. She usually indulges him, but sometimes she'll usher him to bother Tom while there's nothing going on with his job.

Knuckles is very ticklish. Shockingly ticklish, even! It just takes the other two forever to actually pin him down and get him laughing, and it usually doesn't last very long unless Knuckles lets them.

Speaking of Knuckles, if Sonic or Tails wants his help to take down the other, the echidna is very easily bribed with grapes.

Despite this, Knuckles didn't even know he was ticklish until he saw Sonic and Tails play fighting and made the mistake of asking what they were doing

Tails' tails are devious weapons of mass destruction and he's not afraid to use them. Yall can't tell me he doesn't have an insane amount of control in those things

Whenever Sonic """runs""" away from whoever's trying to tickle him, he has so much fun during the chase!!! Then he remembers the situation he's gotten himself into and panics

Knuckles only knows how to tickle roughly. He just goes straight for the kill if he knows where their worst spots are. Tails is slowly teaching him to be gentle, though.

[orleans-jester]

Where Maddy has been seeing how far she can push the limits of her force fields. It's not just for protection anymore. It's not just to shield something. It's a tangible thing, it can be touched, it could be stood on. So to take it to the next level she discovers that she can create stairs with it, invisible platforms beneath her feet since it needed no stability under it if she concentrated enough.

With Bastien taking care of his stockpiles, and doing his wandering, she has downtime. She sees it as time to grow the hell up, Maddy. Because Bastien isn’t going to be there with you every minute of every day. And you can’t just sit by the stairs and wait anymore, pass the time until he comes back. You have a daughter to take care of. Of course Bastien could bring Frankie on some of his walks but it was a bit more dangerous when it came to going into the ramshackle houses and finding … well, drugs. And doing the drugs. That meant that Maddy had to stay behind to take care of Frankie - or bring her with her. Wrapping her became a habit, hands free movement, practicing lower heights and running on what looked like air until she became more and more proficient. It wasn’t unusual now for her to start talking to Frankie as if the little girl could understand. just to keep herself from being lonely.

She’ll get better with practice, be able to reach higher and higher place. She can now reach Bastien when he’s ringing the bells, just take the invisible stairs, just take the invisible elevator, pop up and surprise him with a kiss. Without many friends to talk to in the area anymore - Will and Figaro mainly, though they’ve been busy with their own things too, she wants to spend more and more time with her husband but attempts to hold back. She used to be a social creature, after all. Bastien has his things. He needs his time alone too. But best bet that when he comes home for dinner, his wife will always be back in time, scooting her chair over to sit right next to him, appreciating their time together.

[shrimparts-blog888]

Y'all.... shoes are so hard to draw....ESPECIALLY THE EAH ONES LIKE OK THEY SLAY BUT HELLO??? Anyway have a quick raven and maddie sketch imma go sleep 👩‍🍳

[butterflyscribbles]

What do the boys do when it's just them and their mama, maddie?

Sonic:

Spa day no doubt. One Sunday a month they both drop everything and spend the day on self care. She brushes his quills in all the hard to reach spots (lowkey takes him back to when Longclaw used to preen him and he melts) and he practices braiding her hair (Jojo has been teaching him).

They paint nails/claws respectively (Sonic would be lowkey embarrassed and say his claws are naturally that bright green under his gloves if anyone found out but shh their secret). Bundled up in fleece robes and surrounded in warm, sweet smelling soaps n such. Maddie is the only one he actively seeks out to just…..chill with. He will with Tom too but he has more fun out romping and getting into trouble with him. Maddie specializes in helping him slow down and relax because sometimes he forgets to. He’s getting better at yoga too thanks to her help.

Knuckles:

Oh baby he is her shadow…

Once he settles into their home (and finally understands he doesn’t need to protect it from everyday construction workers and door to door salesmen) he is insistent on helping pull his own weight around the house, literally in most cases. He’ll accompany her to the grocery store and help around her office at work. He likes horses a lot. What proud and majestic creatures they are!!

Loves watching her cook and is adamant about helping do so himself, with varying degrees of success. He’s even more into yoga than Sonic too. She also used to read to Sonic when he was first brought in. He kind of outgrew it and Tails tears through their collection on his own. Knuckles however…he cherishes the nights where she doesn’t work late and they can continue their book of the month together. His tribe would tell stories around a fire during colder months and it’s a comfort and ritual he didn’t realize he missed so much.

Tails

Where Knuckles is her shadow trailing behind her, Tails is attached at the hip. When they are alone together it’s infodump time, Maddie with biology/ecology and Tails engineering/aerodynamics. The nerding out overlaps when they talk astronomy. Maddie dabbles in it as a hobby and they study the stars together under her telescope.

Tails loves cleaning if you can believe it. Brings him a sense of peace and meditation which Maddie totally gets. They’ll often tackle a part of the house together, find some random junk in the garage or basement and then spend the next few hours talking about where it came from. Sometimes they take a night to do coloring books, just for funsies. She finds Tails is a quiet artist type on the side.

If she’s got all three for the day, she’ll take em to the skate park to blow off steam. Believe it or not she strikes me as someone who roller skated everywhere in college and still has some moves left, leaving her boys slack jawed in awe.

[jewelsli]

Me, finding a polycules that fixes all my problems with several ships: *evil laughter* Soon no canon ship will be safe from me!

[madelynraemunson]

[yeahthisisabadidea]

Danny is part Fae

Danny Fenton has changling blood. It goes back generations to when the Nightengale witch/ghost hunting family crossed with the 'Faetons' (fae lands) eventually becoming the Fentons.

It's why he can change his apearance between 'human' and 'ghost'. It's why he didn't die all the way and why he's so powerful. It's part of why he was so hard to clone. It explains why he's so good at making deals/getting people to keep promises and finding loopholes to bad situations.

It explains why Jack is considered strange and doesn't play by typical human social rules and invulnrability. (Plus breaking through walls and an obesion with claiming things by using his name)

Also, you can't tell me that young Dan with blue skin, pointy elf ears and red eyes doesn't look like a fairy.