#retronova

[mxliv-oftheendless]

“Take my seat.” Starchild/Velma?

Daphne loved her favorite couple; really, she did. Maybe she was a little sad at first that Starchild didn't pay a lot of attention to her, but once she saw how happy her best friend was, her sadness had immediately melted away. Velma deserved to be happy, and to be with a guy who liked and valued her for who she was... and wasn’t eventually discovered to be the one disguising as a monster. And Velma and Starchild were definitely an adorable couple. 

In this instance though...

It all started because there were more people than seats at the table they all were sitting at, and neither Starchild nor Velma had sat down fast enough to get their own seats. They looked at the lone seat left, then at each other. 

“You take it,” Starchild said to Velma. “I can go get another one,” 

“No, you should take it,” Velma responded. “You just played three shows in three days. You should sit down.” 

“I’m used to that. You’ve been standing for two whole days trying to solve that one case. You’re the one who needs to sit down.” 

“Well I’m used to that too,” 

“It’s polite gentlemanly behavior to let the lady sit down,” 

“It’s also polite gentlemanly behavior to not swear in front of a lady because her weak, delicate heart can’t take hearing such foul language. Chivalry’s dead. You sit down.” 

“Velma, I don’t want to sit down if it means you have to keep standing,” 

“Well, I don’t want to do that either.” 

“Oh, Gods below,” Demon grumbled. “They’ll be at this forever.” 

Daphne sighed and stood up. “Guys, just take my seat. I can go grab another one from another table.” 

Starchild and Velma blinked at her for a second, then looked at each other. Velma wordlessly gestured to the empty chair, then went to grab Daphne’s. Starchild sighed and sat down. “You win,” 

Velma smiled and patted his hand. “Don’t worry. You’ll win next time.” 

“How can I when I’m with a four-time debate champion?” Starchild smiled at her. Velma laughed. 

Daphne couldn’t help but clasp her hands and coo, “Awww!” 

Demon rolled his eyes. “Ugh, you’re making me sick,” 

Starchild snorted at him. “This, from the man who melts into a puddle when Vinneketh kisses his cheek,” 

Demon simply growled at him. 

[shandidellamorte]

black n blue :)

HERE WE GO WITH THESE BOIS~

Favorite member: Tommy  Prettiest member: Jaime Member I Wanna Marry: TOMMY Member I Wanna Be Best Friends With: Pete Favorite song: Miss Mystery Unpopular Opinion: Don’t have one~

[rainbowchip2003]

2, 4, and 5 for the song asks!

2. a song to sleep to

high school sweethearts: melanie martinez

4. a song that hypes you the fuck up

kickstart my heart: mötley crüe

5. a song you like to daydream to

honey, honey: abba

[spacenintendogs]

libzard man in big sweater

ur cold blooded leon u have to stay warm somehow

[incorrectwilburys]

what cryptid do u associate each wilbury with?

oh FANTASTIC question!!!!

roy: loch ness monster

jeff: bigfoot

tom: chupacabra

george: black shuck

bob: mongolian death worm

[mxliv-oftheendless]

“I look at him and I just... It’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes.” Jaime/Tommy ft. Paul mayhaps? 👀

All Jaime had been expecting when Tommy invited him to the recording studio where KISS was recording their new album was a nice day at the studio in which he met Tommy’s bandmates, maybe got a sneak peek of KISS’s new album... not this. 

Not Paul sitting across from him with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. 

“So, Jaime,” Paul’s voice was friendly, but also interrogative. “How did you and Tommy meet?” 

“Uh... high school,” Jaime felt like he was being interrogated for murder. How could someone who had a Starbucks cup beside him and was wearing zebra-print shoes be so intimidating right now? “We met in marching band.” 

“Hm, marching band? What did you play?”

“I was in the batterie.” 

“The batterie?” 

He didn’t know what the batterie was? Uneducated... “I was in the drumline.” 

“You played drums,” 

“Yeah.” 

Paul nodded. “I see. I see. Interesting. Very interesting.” He took a sip of his coffee. 

The silence that followed was very tense. Finally Jaime couldn’t help himself and asked, “So, uh, why am I being interrogated like I murdered someone?” 

“What makes you feel that way?” Paul immediately asked. “Have you ever murdered someone?” 

“Not that you can prove,” Jaime cracked. Paul slowly frowned and he immediately backpedaled. “No, no, I haven’t. I was just joking.” 

Paul nodded. “I thought so. You don’t seem the type to murder anyone. Anyway... how do you feel about Tommy? I mean, really feel about him?” 

“I...” Jaime stopped upon realizing Paul was serious. “Paul, really, you don’t have to worry about me leading Tommy on. I really do love him. It’s like... I look at him and I just... it’s like when the Grinch’s heart grows three sizes. I want to see him smile, and laugh, and... I really love him.” 

Paul stared at him for a moment, his look scrutinizing. Then he smiled and sat back. “I wanted to hear that. You two are an adorable couple, hands down. I just wanted to make sure you were really in love with Tommy. He’s one of my close, best friends.” 

Jaime smiled (in slight relief) and nodded. “I get that...” He grinned. “Do you know any... private details?” 

Paul scoffed and shook his head. “No. I don’t need to hear about those.” 

“Hear about what?” Tommy came into the room holding coffee cups for him and Jaime. 

“Hey, babe. About what you and I get up to between the sheets.” Jaime waggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

Tommy colored red. “I bought coffee for you, don’t make me regret it.” 

“I’ll make it up to you later,” Jaime planted a kiss on his cheek and took the coffee cup. “Thanks for the coffee.” 

“You’re welcome,” Tommy smiled at him. 

“Awwww, look at this,” Paul cooed happily. “You two are so cute,” 

“Yeah, we know,” 

“Shut up, Paul,” 

[mxliv-oftheendless]

“I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!” with jaime/tommy :)

Tommy glared across the table at Jef. “I cannot believe you’re going to do this. To your own friend!” 

Jef shrugged. “Sorry, man. Don’t hate the player, hate the game.” 

“I’m gonna hate you! And you, Pete!” 

“Hey, don’t give up yet,” Jaime patted his shoulder. “We can still do this!” 

“Easy for you to say. You’re not about to die by the hand of,” he glared at Jef and Pete, “the people you thought were your friends.” 

“Hey man, you and Jaime were the ones who suggested we do this,” Pete defended. “After all the times we caught you fucking in the dressing room and closet, we deserve a little revenge!” 

“Like this?!” Tommy gestured to what they were doing. “This is madness!” 

“I mean, in fairness,” Jaime said, “they do have more power than us. Plus their outfits are pretty amazing.” 

Jef and Pete smiled and nodded. “Thank you, Jaime,” 

“Yeah, we really worked hard on ‘em.” 

Tommy facepalmed. “I’m going to die. I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!” 

“You might not,” Patrick piped up from where he sat between the two tag-teams. “There’s still a chance you can get out of this alive...” he held up his Dungeon Master notepad and pencil. “As long as you roll anything above a three. So go ahead and roll the twelve-sided di, Tommy.” 

Sighing, Tommy took up the twelve-sided di and shook it in his hands, muttering under his breath. “C’moooooon, three!” 

He threw the di, and the whole band watched it clatter and roll across the table. It began to slow down until it came to a stop, and the five looked to see that it had fallen on...

Patrick winced. “Two. Sorry, Tommy. Jef’s Ice Storm spell has killed your elf.” 

“Ayyyy!” Jef pumped his fists in the air. “Suck on it, Thayer!” 

“Goddammit!” Tommy smacked his hands on the table. “Fuck you, Warner!” 

“Whoa, language, man. You kiss your mother with that mouth?” 

“No, he kisses me with it,” Jaime interjected, grinning widely. 

Pete rolled his eyes. “Yeah, we know.” He snatched up the di. “Okay, my turn. I cast Magic Missile on Jaime.” 

“What the fuck, man?! I thought we were friends!” 

“Clearly you’ve forgotten the Number One Rule,” Patrick said solemnly. 

Jaime sighed, and all of them said the rule aloud. 

“There are no friendships in Dungeons and Dragons.” 

[mxliv-oftheendless]

“hey hey hey, if you wanna share fries you could ask first!” with gene and paul pls! (platonic)

(Thank you! On a side note this is a thing that happens with my family all the time lol)

Listen, Paul was just trying to eat lunch. There was a really nice diner by the recording studio that the band decided to go to grab lunch before continuing recording. And they had really good fries. Paul just wanted to enjoy lunch with his bandmates before continuing their amazing progress on a kickass album. Was that too much to ask? 

“Gene!” Paul smacked the bassist’s hand away from his plate for the third time. 

Apparently it was too much to ask, because Gene kept trying to steal his fries. 

“Jeez, Paul, relax,” Gene grunted. “I just wanted one.” He reached for Paul’s plate again. 

Paul smacked his hand again. “Hey, hey, hey, if you wanna share fries, you could ask first! Or you could have ordered your own!” 

“Yeah, Gene, order your own fries,” Eric piped up. He was seated next to Paul, while Tommy was beside Gene on the other side of the booth. 

Gene looked over at Tommy. “Tommy...” 

Tommy, who had a mouthful of reuben sandwich, shook his head and deliberately moved his plate closer to the wall. “Mmm mmm...” He swallowed his bite of sandwich. “It doesn’t hurt to ask, Gene.” 

Paul gave Gene a triumphant look. Gene sighed. “Fine... Paul?” 

“Yes, Gene?” Paul asked innocently. 

“May I please have some of your fries?” 

“Yes, you may,” Paul gave Gene a third of the fries left on his plate. Gene started to reach for them, but Paul once again smacked his hand. “Ah ah ah! What do we say?” He had to actively work not to laugh, feeling like he was working with one of his own young kids. At least they knew to ask first. Eric and Tommy, meanwhile, were snickering behind their hands. 

“Thank you,” 

Paul nodded, smiling. “Very good.” 

Gene took up a fry and ate it. “Was that really necessary?” 

“Yes,”