it looks pretty swanky

105 Days Of BroTPs, day 33: Alya and Max


  • Alya’s Ladyblog looks pretty swanky to me, so either she’s a coding genius or she got some smart nerd to help her design her site considering how busy she is with her actual journalist stuff… hmmm… a SMART NERD… who on earth could that be… :)))
  • Also please tell me these two are friends already, I mean in Dark Cupid episode Max was 100% ready to just outright tell Alya who Kim was crushing on so he probably does trust her which is nice
  • Okay this is a weird stretch but can you imagine how much of a power duo Gamer and Lady Wifi would be?? They both have really electric-y zappy powers and honestly they would make an amazing akuma team!!
  • Also imagine Alya enlisting Max’s help to find out who Ladybug is, since he’s smart and logical and all, that would be hilarious
  • The two of them can bond over how their other best friends (Marinette and Kim) are impulsive disasters :D
  • Also what if they swapped glasses?? It’s not like Max wears his half the time anyway

“Got my kisser socked over there back in the day…” Steve said, pointing to an old alleyway that was now caked with graffiti and frowning at the sight. “It never used to look like that though… This was a pretty swanky area when I was growing up.”

“This area hasn’t been swanky since the sixties.” You laughed, stepping in beside him and lacing you fingers between his. “Got any other places around here you’d like to show me?”

“I don’t know if it’s still here but there used to be a nice joint a few blocks over…” He answered with one of those all-american smiles that had a way of melting you into a puddle. “Wanna check it out?”

“Lead the way, dinosaur.”

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*Imagine helping Steve through a bout of nostalgia by visiting some of his old hangouts in Brooklyn*

Request: (@capscanary) Imagine finding some of Steve’s favorite old spots in Brooklyn, helping him through some of the nostalgia.

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Klaus and Marcel go to Chicago(or any other city) because they hear it's on the rise of becoming the newest capital city for vampires, and when Klaus and Marcel seek out the vampire in charge they find Caroline

Written by guest writer @undeadqueenselenakatlove


“Niklaus, where exactly are you going?” Elijah asked as Klaus strolled in with an amused expression.

Marcel followed him with an easy smile. He was hauling a small suitcase along as he entered the room.

“Well, Klaus and I have been hearing about a new vampire kingdom being set up in Chicago. So we thought we would pay it a visit.”

“And, what exactly do you hope to gain from this, Niklaus?” Elijah queried as he settled down on the sofa.

His brother did nothing without the reward of personal gain.

Klaus acted as if he was hurt by the suggestion.

“Nothing, brother. Marcellus and I simply thought it would be an interesting experience.”

Marcel nodded. “Rumour has it they’re gonna be bigger than New Orleans. All the vamps are heading there and we just wanna check it out. That and the ruler is apparently a baby vamp.”

“She’s apparently quite a strong ruler and the rumours say she does not rule with fear.”

Klaus was fascinated by the alleged mystery ruler. He had heard that she was beautiful, at least as much so as every other vampire, but that she also ruled with a gentle hand.

Elijah looked mildly disturbed. “And, I ask you again, brother: what are your intentions? Merely visiting the city strikes me as unusual for you, Niklaus.”

He was intrigued by Niklaus’s evident desire to visit another city, one with a potential enemy.

“Can I do nothing without such questioning of my motives, Elijah?”

Klaus’s rebuttal was quick to the point. Elijah always jumped to such distrust of him.

Elijah chuckled slightly. “One day, perhaps, when you prove yourself to be so trustful,” Elijah replied. He trusted Niklaus would always protect their family. But, he could not trust him any further. “Do you intend to conquer the city? Burn it down so it poses no threat?”

“I’m hurt you think so little of me, brother,” Klaus pouted slightly. “But, would it really be so wrong to expand our influence?”

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                                                 SAPPHIRE SKIES

                                              SEASON 8, EPISODE 1


Knuckles turned white as her hand grasped his as it lay on the armrest between them. His wife looked over at him alarmingly as the single propeller plane continued to make its bumpy descent, her gold cross and band bouncing around her neck as she turned in her seat.

“Ah…Teresa, can you loosen your grip a little?” Jane remarked, grimacing slightly at Lisbon’s powerful handhold.

“You remember what I told you when you asked me the same question when I was giving birth?” she bit back with, glowering at him.

“I believe it was something along the lines of ‘Go to Hell, you jackass’. And I’m paraphrasing. I edited out the rather more colorful suggestions you made to me that day,” her husband chuckled back.

Despite her fear of imminent death she grinned as she recalled the birth of their son, softening her hold in the process.

Their child.

Even over a year later she still found it hard to believe that their lives had changed so dramatically in that time. After sitting in neutral for over a decade they’d suddenly put on booster packs and the last year had fast-forwarded their relationship, forever altering it. Jane had finished restoring the cabin he’d bought for them, putting as much passion and zeal into its renovation as he had in solving cases. She’d gone from field work to desk duty to maternity leave.

Then Liam had arrived and suddenly late night diaper runs, breastfeeding and never ending washing had taken the place of working, going over case notes and having time to eat a meal at a table together. But she wouldn’t change a moment of the past year. Well, maybe she could have done without the heartburn and the swollen ankles and the inability to get off a couch unaided in the latter stages of her pregnancy. But as soon as that tiny human being was placed in her arms she forgot all of the pain and discomfort that went before, swept away on a cloud of euphoria and pure love. She and Jane had been living on it ever since.

Her thoughts on their child, she didn’t realize they were on the ground until a loud thud disturbed them. “Thank god!” she stated, raising her eyes to heaven and fingering her cross as she saw lush greenery around her as the plane rolled to a slow stop on the dirt runway.

Jane whispered in her ear, “I told you I should have put you in a trance before we took that connecting flight.”

The airport shuttle pulled up at the white bricked Hotel and they trudged off, both sticky from the sweltering heat of the rickety bus ride.

“I’m glad you’re not wearing your suits here,” Lisbon commented, fanning her face with her hand, as she glanced at him in his white shirt and faded blue jeans combo, a look he’d adopted when he’d started to renovate the cabin. And creature of habit he was it was his normal outfit of choice in everyday life more often than not now. She was pleased she had chosen to travel in a purple cotton maxi dress for their second chance at a honeymoon, its loose and flowing material giving her freckled skin some respite from the burning rays of the midday sun.

He chuckled as his eyes darted around the complex for a second before he took Lisbon’s hand and strolled towards the reception desk in the main building as a busboy picked up their luggage.

“This must bring back some memories, huh?” Lisbon whispered at his side, goosebumps alighting on her bare arms as she felt the welcome breeze of air conditioning.

His squeezed her hand. “You could say that.” Recollections hit him squarely in the face of the years spent here and for a second his expression turned melancholy until he faced her where a dazzling smile took its place. “Come on, let’s get checked in.” His smile grew when he saw the young man behind the reception desk do a double take when he lifted his head from the computer in front of him.


Jane was quickly embraced in a hug as the man rushed from behind the desk. “Hey Franklin, I see you’ve moved up in the world!” he beamed, patting the other man’s back.

“Yes!” Then suddenly Franklin’s face fell, “Patrick is…is everything all right? Are you in trouble-?”

“No,” Jane laughed, glancing at Lisbon who was looking at the sight unfold before her, evidently amused. “For once I’m not. Just here on vacation for a few days.”

“Only a few days? Surely you can stay longer?!”

“Afraid not. Obligations back home,” he grinned, casting a sideways glance at Lisbon. “Very important obligations indeed.”

Jane managed to withdraw from the other man’s grip and put his arm around Lisbon’s waist. “Actually we’re on vacation. Well, honeymoon really. Kind of. Franklin, I’d like you to meet my wife, Teresa.”

Lisbon smiled at Jane and then at Franklin. “Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet-”

“You are Teresa? Teresa Lisbon?!”

Lisbon frowned as she noticed Jane color a little at the younger man’s words. “I…I may have mentioned your name once or twice when I lived here,” he whispered in her ear.

“Really?” she grinned, arching a self satisfied eyebrow.

He shrugged, “Maybe. Just in passing, of course.”

Lisbon regarded him skeptically, still smiling. “Sure, in passing, of course.”

“Wow, this is some place. Nice of your friend to upgrade us,” Lisbon remarked as she stood in the center of their large suite after Jane tipped the busboy and closed the door of their hotel room.

“Not bad, huh?” he smiled as he set their bags on the king sized bed.

“And best of all it has air conditioning.”

Suddenly Jane stopped what he was doing and put a hand to his ear, frowning as he listened. “What is it?” Lisbon said, mirroring his expression.

“The quiet,” he whispered with a wink.

She laughed then began to play with her hands. “It feels weird though, doesn’t it?” she frowned.

He quickly took the few steps required to stand opposite her and put his arms around her, settling his hands on her hips. “Just the two of us. Yeah, it does,” he admitted. “It’s mostly just been the three of us in our own little bubble for the past six months. But you know Grace and Wayne will be great with him. He’s so much more alert now than when they last saw him and he took to them right away when they came to stay with us before we flew out here.”

"Yeah, I know. Hope they’ll be okay at the cabin. It was sweet of them to offer to come babysit him there.”

“I think Rigsby was looking forward to taking Ben fishing at the lake. And easier for Liam too to be in his home environment at this stage. But I detected an ulterior motive from Grace wanting them to get away from San Francisco and work for a few days.”


“She’s trying to talk Rigsby into having another one of their own.”

Lisbon grinned, “Is that so?”

He nodded, “Yep. But I’m not sure being in a house with a teething baby is going to necessarily help her cause.”

She bit her lip. “God, I feel bad now. Maybe we shouldn’t have left him so early, Jane.”

“We talked about this, Lisbon. It’s just for a few days; as long as he’s fed he’ll barely miss us. They’ll more than make sure he’s spoilt rotten.” He paused, “It’s harder on us than it is on him. Do you want to Skyface them again or whatever?”

She rolled her eyes. “I know you are not that much of a technophobe, Jane. And we agreed to limit ourselves to checking on him four times a day. We only talked to them two hours ago before we got on that death trap of a plane. They’ll think we’re crazy and don’t trust him with them if we keep calling them.”

“They’re parents themselves. They’ll understand.”

Just as Jane’s words were uttered Lisbon’s cellphone beeped, alerting her to a text message. A photo of Liam, sound asleep and dressed in a San Francisco Giants sleepsuit greeted her, a wisp of a blond curl peeking out from a matching hat. As she showed it to Jane he kissed the top of her head as her eyes grew teary. Softly, “Seems Grace has inherited some of her cousin Yolanda’s psychic skills after all,” he joked, his voice tender but raw.

Lisbon wiped a stray tear from her eye as she laughed. “Damn hormones. And I’m going to tell her you said that. And I’m going to kill Rigsby for buying him that outfit.”

“But clever of him to wait until he had some space between you before he dug it out,” Jane laughed.

She puffed out a breath to gather herself. Louder, “To be honest I was surprised you suggested a trip away, I could barely get him out of your arms the past couple of months to feed him or put him down.”

He tightened his hold on her as his expression turned serious. “Well that’s partly why I thought we should take some time just for us. I don’t…I don’t want to become one of those fathers, Teresa.”

“How do you mean?”

He sighed. “One of those parents who lose a child and then become overly protective of another one. And you know…well…I have a tendency to become quite obsessively overprotective with those I love. I don’t want him to feel like I’m holding him back from experiencing life like a child should just because of what happened to Charlotte. I need to learn how to release the reins when I feel myself pulling on them a little too tightly.”

She pulled him closer, linking her hands together across his back. “You would never allow him to feel like that, Jane. You’re a great father. Both then and now.”

He kissed her softly on the lips. “Thank you for that. I love you.”

She pecked his lips in return. “Love you too.”

A beat passed as he cleared his throat. “Anyway, another reason for the trip now is that you’re going back to work next week. After that who knows when we’ll get another chance? Plus, well our honeymoon was spent with your head down a toilet. Not exactly the romantic getaway either of us was hoping for.”

She laughed, “Yeah, the morning sickness was not fun. Especially when it turned into afternoon and evening sickness too. But it was a pretty swanky bathroom in that hotel at least.”

“Looking on the bright side, eh?” he smiled.

“Like we agreed. So far it’s worked out pretty well.”

He glanced at the photograph of their son again. He whispered, “Can’t deny, it has that.”

She released him as her tone turned bossy. “Now, let’s grab a shower so you can show me around this old stomping ground of yours. We’re only here for a couple of days; let’s make the most of it. After all your letters I feel like I know the place already. Can’t wait to see it with my own eyes.”

He smirked, “That’s another thing we haven’t had time for in a very long time, my dear.”

“What’s that?”

“Been able to have a shower together.”

She kissed him firmly on the lips with a twinkle in her eyes. “Well, it would save time. And water.”

“Not necessarily,” he grinned.

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