okay so I'm doing a bit of stalking, I'm going to tag as many of the tig/tgg rp accs that I've found down below. Take a look if you’d like to see all the clones!
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ಇ five times xander tackled someone (& one time he didn’t)
°˖➴ the continuation of where their story left off in games untold.
Max tackled him.
Blankets tangled around her legs mid-lunge, the world tilting as she collided with Xander and sent them both crashing backward into the nest of pillows.
Xander hit the ground first. Max landed on top of him.
For a second, neither of them moved. Then Xander blinked up at her, dark curls half in his eyes, one hand still loosely gripping the narwhal. “Well,” he said, a little breathless, a little delighted, “this is new.”
Max became abruptly, painfully aware of several things all at once. One, she was straddling him. Two, there was a very unfair amount of solid muscle involved in the situation. Three, her heart had apparently decided to audition for a drum solo.
“Don’t make it weird,” she informed him.
“I’m not making it weird,” Xander replied immediately. “You’re the one pinning me to the ground in a structurally unsound blanket fort. If anything, I should be asking questions.”
Max narrowed her eyes. “You’re talking too much.”
“That is a criticism I have never received before in my life.”
“Faxing liar.”
Xander grinned.“Max,” he said, softer now, like he’d flipped some internal switch she couldn’t see.
Her name shouldn’t sound like that. It shouldn’t land somewhere under her ribs and stay there.
She swallowed. “What?”
Xander tilted his head just slightly, studying her, “You said go.”
“I did,” Max said. Her voice came out steadier than she felt, which felt like a personal victory.
“And then you said no go.”
“That was for the game,” she shot back. “Keep up, Hawthorne.”
“I am keeping up.” His voice dropped just enough to make the words feel different. “I’m trying to figure out if we’re still playing.”
Max opened her mouth.
Closed it.
Because that was the question, wasn’t it?
This, she’d said. Us.
Go or no go.
Her brain, usually so reliable, so quick, had apparently decided to clock out early. In its place was something messier. Her previous relationships never felt like this, Xander looked at her like she was worth the time.
“Max?” he prompted.
She huffed out a breath. “You are being very intense for a guy holding a narwhal.”
Xander glanced down at the plush still in his hand. “In my defense, it is a very emotionally supportive narwhal.”
Max snorted, and just like that, the tension cracked. Not gone, but reshaped.
“Give me that,” she said, reaching for it.
Xander lifted it out of her reach, because of course he did. “Conditional.”
“Oh my god,” Max muttered. “You’re bargaining with stuffed sea creatures now. You’ve hit a new low.”
“High,” he corrected. “Definitely a high. And the condition is simple.” His gaze flicked back to hers. “Answer the question.”
Max stilled.
He meant it.
Of course he meant it. This was Xander. Games were never just games.
Her heart kicked harder against her ribs, like it was trying to escape and file a complaint.
“You already know the answer,” she said, quieter now.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Xander said, and for once, he didn't spin it into something theatrical or deflect with a joke, “it matters.”
Max exhaled slowly. “You’re really going to make me say it while I’m sitting on you.”
“I am incredibly committed to this bit.”
“Of course you are.” She shook her head, but there was no heat in it. Just nerves. Just that same impossible pull. “Fine. You want an answer?”
“I do.”
Max leaned down just a little, closing some of the space between them without quite meaning to.
“Go,” she said.
The word landed between them, solid and undeniable.
Xander went very still.
Not frozen like before, not playing along. Just… still. Like the world had paused to see what he’d do next.
“Go?” he echoed.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Max said, but there was no bite to it now. “I’m already questioning my faxing life choices.”
“You tackled me,” Xander reminded her.
“You deserved it.”
“For the record,” he said, voice soft and bright all at once, “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Max rolled her eyes, because if she didn’t, she might actually combust. “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet,” Xander said, “you said go.”
Her stomach flipped.
“Don’t push your luck,” she warned.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
There was a beat.
And then another.
And then Xander did something very un-Xander-like.
He hesitated.
It was subtle. She noticed everything about him, apparently, which felt like a problem she would deal with later.
“You’re thinking,” she said.
“I do that occasionally.”
“No, you’re overthinking,” Max corrected. “Which is my thing, by the way. Get your own personality trait.”
Xander huffed out a quiet laugh. “Noted.”
“Spit it out, Hawthorne.”
His eyes flicked to her lips and then back up so fast it would have been easy to miss.
It wasn’t.
Max’s breath caught.
“Oh,” she said.
“Oh?” Xander echoed, suddenly looking like he had no idea what to do with his hands, which was deeply unsettling. Xander always knew what to do with his hands.
“You want to kiss me,” Max said.
There it was. Direct hit.
Xander stared at her for half a second, then let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like surrender. “That is a correct assessment of the situation.”
Max’s brain, which had just barely started functioning again, short-circuited all over.
“Wow,” she said faintly. “Okay. Bold. Very bold.”
“You literally asked me go or no go.”
“I did not specify kissing parameters.”
“I feel like they were implied.”
“Assumptions are dangerous,” Max informed him, even as her pulse climbed higher. “You could have meant, I don’t know, holding hands. Maybe a high five.”
“I have never in my life wanted to high five someone like this.”
“That’s fair.”
Another pause.
Closer now. Somehow.
“Max,” Xander said again.
She met his eyes.
This time, she didn’t look away.
“Go or no go?” he asked quietly.
Her heart answered before she could.
“Go,” she said.
And then she kissed him.
It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t slow. It was very Max, which meant it was decisive and a little chaotic and very real. For half a second, Xander didn’t move, like he was surprised she’d beaten him to it.
Then his hand came up, warm against her side, and everything shifted.
The kiss deepened, just slightly. but not hesitant anymore. Like they were both figuring it out at the same time and deciding, very quickly, that they liked what they were finding.
Max’s fingers curled into his shirt without her permission.
This was happening.
This was actually happening.
Her brain tried to say something about consequences, about all the reasons this might be a terrible idea.
Her heart told it to shut up.
When they finally pulled back, it wasn’t by much. Just enough to breathe.
Xander looked at her like she’d just rewritten the rules of the universe.
“Well,” he said softly, a grin starting to form, “that was definitely a go.”
Max huffed out a breath that might have been a laugh. “Don’t get used to winning.”
“Oh, I fully intend to,” he replied.
“Dangerous.”
“You like dangerous.”
Max rolled her eyes, but she didn’t move off him. “I like tolerable.”
“And I’m tolerable?”
She pretended to think about it. “On a good day.”
“Harsh.”
“Accurate.”
Xander’s grin widened, but there was something softer underneath it now. Something steadier.
“Rematch?” he asked, lifting the narwhal slightly.
Max glanced at it, then back at him.
“Later,” she said.
And then, because apparently she had learned nothing, she leaned in and kissed him again.
SHES A BADDIE SHE WAS LITERALLY PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY ABUSED BY HER MOM AND STILL TRIED HER BEST EVERY DAY AND IS BETTER THEN EVERY SINGLE HAWTHORNE COMBINED AND REMAINED TO BE KIND AND CARING.
LIBBY AND NASH ARE MARRIED AND HAVING TWINS AND YALL ARE STILL ON YOUR ALISANASH BULLSHIT. GRAYSONS LITERAL IDEA OF LOVE IS WHAT NASH AND LIBBY HAVE.
