It was strange how quickly it had pulled me through, like a string through the eye of a needle. My entire body being compressed, stretched and everything in between before I fall on my knees, gasping. I was in a bathroom, a marked change from the empty room that I'd just stood in not too long ago. I can hear dull punk music playing through the overhead speakers.

It worked... Holy shit it worked. The fucking time travel belt worked. It was hard to contain the absolute jubilation that coursed through me at the realization. My fingers go for the dial, twisting it again as a test. With the initial run done there was so much additional work to be..

Oh shit. Oh shit! I cranked the dial again. Nothing. The capacitors must have been fried on the initial use. No capacitors, no getting back. I took a breath, there was music playing over a store stereo. If there was a stereo there was technology, there was capacitors. There was a way home, in theory at least.

Steadying myself I left the stall, stumbling out into the world. The music became louder once I left the bathroom, Rage Against the Machine was blasting from every direction. It was a CD store. If Rage was playing I was somewhere in the 90's. That, and the overly large amount of strangers in grungy jeans and flannel giving me strange looks tipped me off.

For a moment I was struck, I was in the past. I was nearly forty years away from my current timeline. Holy Shit. I stared at the racks of CDs, the giant Rage poster that was pinned up in front of the disc's. "This album is so hot," a voice next to me practically purrs.

"I know, I've listened to it a thousand times." It was an automatic response, one that nearly had me bite my tongue. "A thousand times? They just released today.." I turned my head, and wow was I star struck. The girl was stood, hand on hip with her lips pursed, a red flannel tied around her waist. "Maybe he's gotten some of those ripped tracks that were spreading like wildfire. Though... a thousand times sounds like an exaggeration," another girl grinned salaciously, flicking her tongue over her dark lipstick. They circled me like a pair of cougars. Strangely familiar cougars. "Oh it's uh... um..." Well shit.

In case it wasn't super obvious, this is a traditional boy goes back in time, boy meets girl, girl is actually his mother in the past! This prompt is a bit open ended with how we'd want to play this, and I'd love to sit down and spitball something put between the two of us before we jump right in! Overly wordy responses are always premiere, as are people who have an idea and know where they want to run with it!

This is the alternative version of the prompt including his aunt as well, though my history has the one of just his mother, for whichever my dear reader prefers!

Additionally all previous prompts are available, and kinks I'd be happy to discuss in DMs! Hope everyone has a great 4th of July!