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4acesofspades · 9 months

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answer every single question on that ask game you reblogged xD

Welp, you asked, so here goes nothing..

(It didn't number right, but the questions are still labeled right)

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?

Spotify

is your room messy or clean?

Pretty clean, sometimes there’s clothes on the floor

what color are your eyes?

Blue

do you like your name? Why?

Not really, it’s way too common

what is your relationship status?

Married

describe your personality in 3 words or less

Old fashioned weirdo

what color hair do you have?

Natural blonde

what kind of car do you drive? Color?

Silver Honda Accord

where do you shop?

Mostly Walmart

how would you describe your style?

Cheap and changes depending on my mood. Sometimes it's sundresses and sometimes it's leather jackets.

favorite social media account

Like type of social media? Or specific account? My favorite type is probably tumblr but I don’t have a specific favorite account

what size bed do you have?

I share a queen with my husband but in my room (yes I also have my own room) I have a twin

any siblings?

One sister

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? Why?

Maybe on the border in the us to help with the refugee crisis

favorite snapchat filter?

I don’t use filters

favorite makeup brand(s)

I couldn’t tell ya. My mother in law buys my makeup.

how many times a week do you shower?

Whenever my hair gets unmanageable

favorite tv show?

Ho boy, Leverage or Emergency! Probably

shoe size?

8.5 women’s

how tall are you?

5 foot, 7 inches

sandals or sneakers?

I have tanline stripes on my feet lol, definitely sandals. But cheap, comfy ones

do you go to the gym?

If I’m actively training for a race, then yeah. Otherwise I hate it.

describe your dream date

On our honeymoon we got to stay in a (supposedly) haunted mansion in New York. It was amazing. Also it would be awesome to like, go through someone’s attic or something?

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

I have a bunch of culver’s coupons?

what color socks are you wearing?

None, I’m wearing sandals :)

how many pillows do you sleep with?

One

do you have a job? what do you do?

Nope, I’ve been looking for 5 months and haven’t found anything in my field, but I would love to work for a nonprofit.

how many friends do you have?

Not many. I have a few acquaintances I met in college, a couple good friends from high school, and some of my husband’s friends that I consider good friends as well

whats the worst thing you have ever done?

Cut my best friend out of my life in order to get rid of another (toxic) relationship. Regret it every single day.

whats your favorite candle scent?

There’s these Fir tree or whatever candles they sell around Christmas that smell just like the holidays and they’re my favorite

3 favorite boy names

Mason

Cameron

Eliot

3 favorite girl names

Eleanora

Rosalind

Kalia (Ka-lee-a)

favorite actor?

I don’t really have one lol. I like the guy that plays Eliot on Leverage, and I like the guy that plays Johnny on Emergency, but I don’t really follow celebrities too much.

favorite actress?

See above

who is your celebrity crush?

Despite my previous statements, I have a massive crush on Cote de Pablo.

favorite movie?

Idk if I could choose just one! Encanto and Moana for disney movies, McFarland, USA and The Outsiders for other movies, National Lampoons Christmas Vacation and

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

I read quite a bit. I couldn’t possibly choose a favorite book, but the most influential has been The Latehomecomer by Kao Kalia Yang

money or brains?

Brains, always. You can get along without money but not without brains

do you have a nickname? what is it?

My dad calls me flounderlips and squidlips and flapjoint.

how many times have you been to the hospital?

Couple times for migraines.

top 10 favorite songs

Currently? Or of all time? We’re gonna go with currently as the list changes constantly.

Best Bad Habit by Danny Warsnop

Quiet as a Rat by Amigo the Devil

Coat of Many Colors by Dolly Parton

We Didn’t Start the Fire by Billy Joel

Godmanchester Chinese Bridge by The Howl and The Hum

Outlaw Pete by Bruce Springsteen

A Symptom of Being Human by Shinedown

Sometimes on a Sunday by The Glorious Sons

Sing for the Common Man by Dolly Parton

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot

do you take any medications daily?

Yeah I take migraine meds twice a day and vitamins at night

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

Idk, normal? I’ve never really thought about it

what is your biggest fear?

Amounting to nothing, probably. I’m also pretty claustrophobic

how many kids do you want?

whats your go to hair style?

I have curly hair so wash and scrunch. Usually it’s in a ponytail or lazy bun

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

Big old house built in 1925.

who is your role model?

I don’t have a specific role model. I try to pull bits and pieces from all different things in life- favorite authors, people I meet, tv shows, parents, teachers, and friends, etc.

what was the last compliment you received?

My husband told me my novel idea was incredibly original.

what was the last text you sent?

I told my friends I don’t like frosted cookies as much as I used to.

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

1st grade

what is your dream car?

1967 Chevy Impala SS Coupe. I have indeed put much thought and research into this. I would also be interested in a 1967 Shelby Cobra but I’ve never even seen one in person

opinion on smoking?

If you’re going to smoke I’d rather you smoke cigarettes around me than vape. Idk but vaping really gets under my skin.

do you go to college?

Graduated December 2022

what is your dream job?

I want to work for a nonprofit in their immigration department helping immigrants and refugees settle in and work through their transition to America. Would also be interested in someday working as an immigration lawyer

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

Rural. Our town has about 3000 people.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

I used to but I don’t anymore.

do you have freckles?

do you smile for pictures?

Yes

how many pictures do you have on your phone?

1062

have you ever peed in the woods?

Many times

do you still watch cartoons?

All the time.

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Never had Wendy’s nuggies and I don’t really like McDonald’s

Favorite dipping sauce?

Fun fact, I don’t like any dipping sauce.

what do you wear to bed?

Shorts and a tshirt

have you ever won a spelling bee?

HA good joke

what are your hobbies?

Writing and music

can you draw?

Not even a little

do you play an instrument?

Flute, clarinet, saxophone, and I’m learning guitar

what was the last concert you saw?

Nothing More last year

tea or coffee?

I like both

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

Neither

do you want to get married?

Been married over 2 years

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

My husband’s name is Daniel ;)

are you going to change your last name when you get married?

Yup, it was a pain in the butt

what color looks best on you?

I like dark red on me

do you miss anyone right now?

Yes, my best friend in high school

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

Door closed, I watch a lot of Emergency and am paranoid of housefires

do you believe in ghosts?

Kind of

what is your biggest pet peeve?

When somebody’s turning left and the person behind them can’t wait 2 SECONDS for them to turn and they speed around them on the shoulder

last person you called`

My daddy

favorite ice cream flavor?

Chocolate

regular oreos or golden oreos?

For knockoffs, golden. For name brand, regular.

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

Rainbow

what shirt are you wearing?

I’m not, I’m wearing a sundress.

what is your phone background?

Nate and Eliot from Leverage being dorks

are you outgoing or shy?

I’m really shy until I get to know people

do you like it when people play with your hair?

Depends on the state of affairs. If it’s already a mess I love it, if I just watched it, you’re risking your life by touching my curls

do you like your neighbors?

Yeah they’re nice.

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

At night

have you ever been high?

Nope

have you ever been drunk?

Nope

last thing you ate?

Salmon

favorite lyrics right now

From Quiet as a Rat by Amigo the Devil: “Time doesn’t respect what doesn’t respect it/ And kind isn’t a word I would use for man/ If everyone’s made in his image and even he couldn’t perfect it/ Then what the hell makes anyone think we can”

summer or winter?

Summer for sure. I live in Wisconsin

day or night?

Day. I like the sun

dark, milk, or white chocolate?

Dark

favorite month?

I like May and June, but also September and October

what is your zodiac sign

Aquarius

who was the last person you cried in front of?

My husband

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evening-starlight · 3 years

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Daddy’s Best Friend

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The pile of clothes at the end of the bed seems impossible to sort as Amaris searches for her shirt. Her hands shake, and her mind yells at her. She said it would only be once, so why has she been in Tom's bed every day for the last week?

"Here, your shirt," Tom says as he hands Amaris her ripped Metallica shirt. She didn't listen to the band much anymore; they were a little too heavy for her. She thanks him with a small smile and throws it on, finding her blue shorts quickly after. "You know, you don't have to leave so fast," Tom states, leaning against his bedpost. He hated seeing her leave so quickly after; it sent dread and sadness throughout his body. "We're still friends."

Amaris can't help the heavy sigh that passes her lips. "Are we Tom? We haven't done friendly things since we started this mess. All we do is fuck," She bites, making her way out of his bedroom. It felt suffocating in there. Like all her evil deeds were ganging up to end her then and there. She didn't mean for the words to sound bitter, but it was true.

Tom follows her out. "Then let's do something today. It's only noon. We have the whole day. Let's go bowling or something. Let's hang out, Mari. Let me show you we're still friends." Tom begs. He didn't want to lose her as a friend, which is why he hid these feelings for so long. It felt like his worst nightmare was happening before his eyes, and it had only been a week into the affair.

He knew she was still with Armel, but he didn't care. He had her too, and he didn't mind sharing when she came to him to finish the job Armel couldn't. However, the jealously was nagging at him, and he had to continuously remind himself that this was what he wanted.

"Fine. Armel and Juno are in classes, and I don't feel like dealing with Danny's drama." Tom smiles, stepping forward to kiss Amaris. She puts her hand up as a shield. "Strictly friends, Thomas." He sighs and chooses to wrap his arms around her shoulders in a friendly hug.

"Deal. So bowling?" He asks. "Museum? I have no preference." Amaris thinks what the least romantic option would be.

"Bowling," She states, pulling out of Tom's hug. It was public and loud, not a typically romantic place. She eyes him up and down, lingering on his shirtless torso a second longer than was platonic. "But I think you'll need to put a shirt on." She giggles as Tom flexes in typical bodybuilder poses.

"What? Think you'd get too distracted by these guns?" He teases, flexing his biceps.

"More like blinded by your pale skin," Amaris quips back. Tom fakes shock but can't hide the laugh bubbling in his belly. It felt good to joke around as friends again. Amaris could almost forget that she was slowly breaking Armel's heart. Almost.

Tom holds the door to the bowling alley open for Amaris. The drive to the destination was full of jokes, singing, and everything they used to do when strictly friends. Amaris stays behind Tom, looking around for any fame hogs to steer clear of.

Wherever Amaris went, she had to worry about someone using her to get famous or selling photos to the press. Of course, her being out with Tom wasn't anything new. The tabloids knew they were friends from a young age. But now that she's secretly sleeping with him, she continued to shift from foot to foot, heart pumping with exhilaration. She was out in public with her sideman, and no one knew but them.

The pair sit in front of their lane, tying up their bowling shoes. "You still bowl with a ten, right?" Tom asks, standing up from his seat. Amaris confirms and goes to set their names in the tracker. She puts Tom under Tommy and hers under Mari. She wasn't the most creative when it came to nicknames.

The first few rounds go by quickly, both adults focusing on dusting off their bowling skills. They used to bowl together a lot when Amaris was younger. This is the place he would take Amaris when she couldn't stand being a daughter of a millionaire much longer. Bowling was one of the few activities she had that made her feel like an average person again. At least for the duration of the game.

"Take that, Maria," Tom jokes, finally getting a strike. He doesn't know where the nickname Maria came from, but it's only said during bowling. Amaris flips her friend off and gets set for her next bowl. When all pins are set up, she gets into her stance, focusing all her energy on trying to beat Tom.

She pulls her arm back, about to let go when Tom's foot collides with her butt, throwing her off balance. The ball slowly rolls into the gutter. Amaris turns around to yell at Tom, stepping back when he's closer than expected. "That's a party foul," She whines.

"Oh well," Tom says, walking back to his chair smugly. His roguish smile plastered on his perfect face as he takes a seat, leaving Amaris flustered.

"You're an asshole, Hiddleston," She pouts, going back to the ball return. Tom chuckles and crosses one leg over the other. He felt proud of his actions. Amaris was a better bowler than he was, so he plays dirty when he can. It was also a mild excuse to touch her ass in public. It was the little wins for him.

The joke was on Tom, though. After his little stunt, Amaris set out to obliterate the man and scored nothing but strikes and spares from then out. Tom steps up to the lines with an exaggerated pout. It was his last bowl, and he had to get a spare with split pins if he was going to try to make the embarrassing difference slightly less embarrassing.

Amaris falls into a fit of giggles when Tom's ball ends in the gutter, hitting neither pin. Tom stalks over, not offended but feeling a swell of pride at the fact that he made her laugh this hard, all on his own. "Think something's funny, do you, Mari?" He asks hands on hips. The teasing was his favorite part of their dynamic, and he's thankful to all things good that it's back.

"You bowl like an infant," Amaris continues to giggle, clutching her stomach. The last time she laughed this hard was when Juno slipped off their barstool after one glass too much and could only mumble an incoherent sentence about the 'stupid stool moving when I need it.' Amaris may have been tipsy as well. "I could bowl better from the womb," She continues.

They both knew the joking and berating was good fun. It's just how Tom and Amaris were. They teased and fool around with each other until one cracks and gushes about loving the other. As friends, of course.

Tom plops down in the seat beside her, crossing his arms. He could never be mad at her. Especially when she's laughing so hard she has to cover her mouth to muffle snorts. Those were Tom's favorite sounds. Sure, having Amaris scream his name was heavenly, but her snorts meant she felt safe and happy in her surroundings. He can't help but feel his smile widen at the fact that he's her safe spot.

Amaris lays her head on his shoulder after her laughter dies down. "I'm pretty sure you find yourself funnier than you find me," Tom laughs, resting his arm across her shoulders. She nods, falling into another small fit of giggles.

"'from the womb,'" She quotes herself. Amaris clears her throat as she sits straighter to look at Tom. "You know I love you, Tom," The words were so innocent, and she's said them to him before, so why did it feel different this time? Her cheeks burn, and her ears ring as if the words rang a bell right in her ear. "But please never take up professional bowling."

"What do you mean? I could be the comparison person. 'And here we have average Joe to show you exactly how hard this dreaded spot, that's not really a sport, is,'" Tom jokes. Amaris giggles again, shaking her head to the man. "Keep laughing, and I'll throw you down the lane," Tom threatens lightly.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Tom," Amaris says, smiling widely at her best friend. It felt like all the guilt and troubles she's felt since Armel came to New York continue to fade into background noise when she's with Tom. He made everything feel brighter and lighter for her. Amaris felt like she could breathe for the first time when she's with him.

"What? Sliding down the alley?" Tom asks, shifting to look at her better. She was the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Amaris's blonde hair was sticking to her face caused by the sweat, her smile was brighter than a thousand suns, and her eyes were like nothing he's seen before. They held so much joy that Tom forgot what sorrow was. Amaris nods. "Why not?" Tom asks, standing up from his spot, offering a hand to Amaris.

"What?" Amaris asks in shock. She didn't think Tom would want to do something so juvenile with her, especially in public where anyone could see them making fools of themselves. Tom pulls her out of her seat.

"Life's not fun if you take yourself too serious, Mari," Tom says, backing towards the lane. "You said you wanted to do this, so let's do it. I'll even go first."

"Are you peer pressuring me?" Amaris asks, crossing her arms. The smirk she wears gives away that she was going to go after Tom anyways.

Tom nods, a mockingly serious expression on his face. "Absolutely. Is it working?" Tom asks, waiting for Amaris's cue to embarrass himself in front of everyone. Not that he genuinely cared. They'd be a page story for one print, and everyone would forget.

"You know I crack under pressure," Amaris says. Tom takes that as a yes and turns towards the lane. He takes a running start and maneuvers to slide down the alley on his belly.

The disappointment he felt when he doesn't slide far makes its way onto his features. His feet weren't past the black line of the lane. Amaris stands behind him, giggling up a storm.

Tom shuffles over to her, shoulders slumped, and head hung low. "Good luck," He wishes, patting Amaris on the back. She starts running from where she's at and makes it only an inch further than Tom did.

Amaris jogs over to him, already seeing the staff discussing what to do about them. "That was extremely disappointing, and I think we're about to get kicked out," She laughs, gesturing to the staff. Tom laughs and hurries to sit down, taking off his bowling shoes. Amaris follows suit.

This was one of the best days she's had since being home. It felt freeing to be out with Tom and not worry about anyone else but him. Her cheeks were growing sore from all the joy showing itself on her face. But the smile was only the tip of the iceberg. Her heart was pumping, and she felt like she was vibrating and needed an outlet for all the emotion. It was almost too much for her small frame to handle.

Tom felt similar. He enjoyed spending alone time with Amaris. He didn't have to worry about business or what he hadn't done. Amaris helped Tom focus on what he is doing. And what he is doing is having the time of his life sliding down alleyways with the woman he loved with all his heart. As a friend, of course.

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Deja Vecu

Hello, its been a while!! Please accept this release of the unpublished scene from Chapter Two of Deja Vu. Its basically 4k of Remus being gay for a stranger he keeps seeing die, and ain’t that a mood? :)

Summary: The Missing Scene in chapter 2 of Deja Vu, in which Remus agrees to help a stranger rob a casino.

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At twenty-one years old, Remus finds out that robbing a casino is a lot less fun than Ocean’s Eleven led him to believe. It’s almost ridiculous the amount of security that went into protecting the chips and the cash on hand: following the path of the cash box from earlier, there’s two hired security guards framing the employee’s entrance, neither of whom like being touched nor can be persuaded to leave their posts together. There’s a card reader locking the door which despite looking like walnut wood, is actually steel with a clever paint job. And that’s just the first level.

“Predictable,” Dee says from where he had made himself comfortable on Remus’s bed with the complimentary note pad the hotel had supplied him. He had left his suit jacket on the desk to avoid the wrinkles but lounged on the foot of the bed without taking off his shoes. Remus had tossed himself down next to him, stretching out to gather all the pillows and built a throne for himself like he was eight instead of twenty-one.

Dee had watched him, back to wearing the face of the man who had approached him in the casino. Remus thinks he looks nice like that: hansom enough to please anyone who looked his way and charming enough to disarm anyone who might have seen him as out of place and forgettable enough that Remus couldn’t remember if they had gambled together previously.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” Remus had pointed out. “I know what the real you looks like.”

Dee’s pen digs into the paper a little harder than necessary and Remus pretends he hadn’t noticed. The smile he receives is light and joking but it doesn’t meet his eyes at all. “I happened to like this appearance.”

Remus hums, “Lame. The scales are cool.” But he had let it drop in favor of twisting the purple casino chip between his fingers.

Dee taps his pen on the comforter in thought, his borrowed blue eyes distant as he mulled over Remus’s reports from futures that won’t happen. “What else did you notice?”

“Tessa isn’t your wife anymore, Danny.”

Dee snorts, which, by all means, should not be as graceful and elegant as he makes it seem. There’s a fluidity to the way he dips his head and scribbled on the pad of paper that makes him looks dignified. Or maybe that’s just the angle that Remus is looking at him with. A lock of his dark hair slips into his eyes and he brushes it back with two gloved fingers.

Remus falls back against the stack of pillows he had built around himself, breathing deeply and settling himself. The air smells like the lemon cleaner that the hotel staff had used to clean his room earlier when Remus had been out and about, but there’s hints of something else—something sweet and spicy with an undertone of wood.

--Dee blinks at the question, shifting so that he’s lying on his stomach, his head resting on his palm. “I wonder,” He says, with eyes so bright and blue and innocent that Remus feels like he’s stuck in them, “if you mean the Cardamom scent from my aftershave.” And Remus’s heart beats just a little faster, a little harder, a little more.—

“When I ask what else you notice,” Dee says, drawing Remus back to the present, “I meant your other senses. You’ve told me about what you’ve seen. What about sounds? The smells? You said you experience this as a first-person thing, correct?”

Remus waves a hand. “Its both. I’m there in person but I’m also having an out of body experience, too.”

Dee squints. “Doesn’t that…get confusing? How can you interpret all the stimuli at once?”

“Stimuli! What, are you a scientist in your free time?” Remus mocks, but Dee’s shoulders tense at the insinuation.

“You don’t have to tell me.” He says, “I was just curious.” He’s not, though. Remus isn’t quite sure how he knows, but Dee’s curiosity is more than just a simple question. It feels like it’s more, like he’s gathering information and sorting it away for later, like he’s making decisions based on Remus’s answers that have nothing to do with the how they are going to get into a Vault protected by a six digit code that only three people have and then get back out with more money than they can physically carry.

“Shame,” Remus says, feeling the shift in the bed as Dee’s shoulders unwind. “If you were a scientist you could dissect me for all the goodies inside! Of course, you can do that without being a scientist, too, but it’s not as fun.”

“Are you speaking from personal experience?”

Remus flips the coin in the air and catches it with the same hand. It comes up heads. “Why, does that scare you?”

Dee watches him, the pen absently twirling in the air between them. Remus can feel the weight of his gaze like a physical thing, pressing on his chest and making him self conscious of exactly how many breathes he’s been taking. The cotton comforter has a square pattern on it that he hadn’t noticed before, but he can count only three squares between the two of them. For some reason that information feels important.

“No,” Dee says after another moment passes and the air simmers. “I supposed it concerns me.”

Remus swallows the urge to laugh at his face.

“You just seem to be a useful person,” Dee continues, defensively. “I would hate to see that usefulness be squandered.”

This time Remus does laugh and it’s a bumbling bubbling burst of noise in their quiet world. His lungs shake and his heart hurts, but he laughs and something about it makes Dee’s smile softly too. The air is light, but there’s an underlying tension there, lurking in the shadows and reminding Remus that for all the dashing good looks and the semi honest expressions, the man before him is a stranger wearing a borrowed face and absolutely no one would miss him if he disappeared.

He flips the coin again, watching it roll over itself too many times to count, bounce off his hand and then flop to a stop direction between the two of them. Dee pokes it with the butt of his pen, like he was expecting it to get up and walk away.

“To answer your question,” Remus says, breathing in deeply enough to smell his cardamom aftershave and wondering why no one else in his twenty-one years of living had thought to ask him. “Seeing the future does get confusing. But it’s whatever. It never causes anything worse than a nosebleed.”

Dee hums and scribbles something down on his notepad. If Remus sat up just slightly, he would be able to see it, but he finds he likes the mystery more. Was it notes to use against him? Or was it things to think about in the future? Or was it still the colossal list of numbers they weren’t even a fraction of the way through?

--They manage to draw the guard’s attention away with a faked emergency: Remus never put stock in his own acting skills so he stumbles and falls on another patron and lets his head crack against the corner of the a craps table just far enough away that the guards are drawn the few steps over to check on both of them. Remus doesn’t bother responding to any of their prompts until Dee with the face of Tim the dealer swipes his borrowed card and lets the door behind him close. They had radios from the same place where Dee had procured the keycard from, and Remus thinks he could fall asleep listening to Dee’s breaths.

“Left, right, or center?” Dee asks.

“Left,” Remus hums, watching the casino patrons around him. A woman in her thirties just won at a baccarat table and tried to kiss the dealer. “There’s a camera at around the corner, but it roves. Your future self said to wait five seconds then go.”

Remus waves down a waitress and orders a mojito while he waits. Dee gives soft laugh at the concept and Remus tries to calm his nerves.

“You’re so uptight,” He says softly, almost to the point where Remus can’t hear him over the chattering of other people. “Relax a little, Remus. It’s just my life.”

“The Elevator code is 7-1-3-2,” Remus tells him. “And you’re going to want change your pretty little face to someone of a higher ranking on the casino hierarchy unless you want Terry Benedict to know what we’re up to.”

Remus holds his breath as the elevator dings, and then as Dee repeats the code as he types it in, and then as the doors rumble closed. He twists the glass of his drink when it comes as he listens for the subtle clues on how far Dee is inside the belly of the beast. It takes him a moment to realize that Dee is humming softly, and his lips twist into a smile without his permission.

There’s some garbled conversation on Dee’s end, pleasantries and greetings and nice things that Remus never bothered to memorize. Dee glides through the conversations with ease, deceiving and grifting like he had been born to do it. And who knows? Maybe he had been. Polite conversation gets them through another three doors, including a hall wracked the cameras and the final elevator that can only be opened with two keys and a pin code graciously provided by an aware high-level friend that followed them in and was still chatting about their Perfect Child’s first steps.

Remus sips his mojito and watches the girl at the nearest roulette table eye the betting board. She’s still going to lose so Remus finds himself more entertained by trying to extract the lime from his drink than from watching her pout yet again when the ball lands on the red 36.

“Ah yes, the vault code,” Dee’s voice says, dragging Remus back to the mission at hand. He’s casual, loose, and ready, and Remus doesn’t understand how he does it. He glances down at the piece of paper in his hand and reads off the six-digit combination that was next on their list.

“5-1-3-2-7-6,” Remus presses a hand to his earpiece, listening as closely as he can. His breath shortens with each second, crafting infinities out of each passing tick. He can hear Dee’s laugh and his he listens closer he can make out the guard that’s next to him still chattering away. Each button bings when Dee presses it in, soft and charming and not at all like a guillotine that’s cut their mission off a hundred-some times before.

“Hey man you, okay?” The person with Dee asks, less out of curiosity and more out of suspicion.

“Yes sorry my finger slipped,” Dee says quickly and punches in the next number in ascending order out of blind hope that it might be the correct one but it isn’t and Remus knows it because that’s when the person next to Dee asks him to back away and demands to know who he is and Dee’s placating answers are never enough so he tries to shift but bullets are faster than he is and Remus rips out his ear piece right before the gun goes—

“Another bust,” Dee sighs, drawing a snake on the corner of his paper. “Somehow I feel like we could win more playing on the casino floor than doing this….” He trails, off eyes distant again, thinking more about money than about the number of deaths Remus has witnessed.

It seems strange, that Remus would care so much more about that then he does, but in a way that doesn’t surprise him. Its Death with a capital ‘D’ and in Remus’s twenty-one years of experience, the only people who feared death were those who were aware of how close it was. Remus was practically best friends with Death, with the taste of the asphalt on the highway, with the feeling of a free fall, with the awkward fit of a hotel bathtub. He’s familiar with the cold silver of fear, but it doesn’t make him any less afraid.

Dee knows he keeps dying, though. Dying alone, deep inside a labyrinth of a building and Remus wonders if he should stop this while he’s ahead. He knows once that half hour mark hits in the future there’s no more Dee to be waiting for, no pay out. Just the pain of seeing a swarm of S.W.A.T. officers covertly weave between the patrons and leave with a human sized black bag. But Remus still waits and watches, holding dutiful vigil over a fruitless endeavor and letting hope build just for it to shatter with reality.

“Why does this mean so much to you?” Remus asks, somewhere between the fifteenth and the hundred fiftieth casino themed wake procession. His eyes burn a little, and he tries to tell himself it’s just the brightness of lights.

“Money is everything,” Dee marks the next two number off his list on his notebook and talks without listening to his own words. Its not fair that he sounds so convinced it’s true, when his mouth moves like he’s practiced this in the mirror. “What about you? Why do you continue to watch?”

Remus sinks back on his pillows, holding on to that faint scent of wood and spice and the feeling in his gut that comes from every time Dee listens to his advice from the future, from every time Dee listens and adheres, from every times Dee just believes.

Remus wonders how so much trust could be from this stranger who’s known him for an hour or two, and yet Roman had never been able to just accept what he said without an argument. He sounds crazy when he talks about what will happen, but Dee just nods and lets his lips twitch into a smile when handing him a roll of toilet paper.

Remus rips off another length the cheap paper and folds its in half before shoving it on his face. There’s blood in his mustache, which is frustrating and tastes just as gross as all the other times he’s had blood dripping down his chin.

“Remus,” Dee says, without looking up from his notepad.

“Yes, dearest stranger taking up half my bed?” He inhales hard.

“This is a fourth, at most.”

“Tomayto-tomahto.”

Dee shoots him a look that he can just barely make out around the clomps of flimsy paper he’s holding to his face. He looks like he’s trying not to be amused. Which is funny! Because, well, Remus can’t remember the last time someone who wasn’t related to him was in his company long enough to find him amusing.

“Why are you doing this?” Dee asks. “Other than the money, which we agreed would be a fifty-fifty split, regardless of how much we manage to walk out of here with….but somehow I don’t see money being enough for you to watch me die over and over again. Otherwise you wouldn’t have stopped me from lunging for that cash box.”

Remus is twenty-one when he shrugs and says, “It’s something to do.”

Dee huffs another dazzling laugh and for a moment Remus thinks he can see a flash of sharpened teeth in that smile, fangs like a vampire come to life, but it’s too fast for him to be sure. “Ah, I see we’re both liars tonight. Ready for the next attempt?”

Remus wonders if it’s still lying when its technically the truth. He’s doing this because its time spent with this shapeshifting sham, this enlightening enigma, this confusing con artist who lies as easily as breathing. Remus has a hard time believing anything personal he says is true, and yet he finds himself eyeing the three squared spaces on the comforter again wondering if it would be too much to make it two, one, none.

For someone who trusts Remus to see the future seven billions times as they try to figure out the vault code, who follows every direction Remus gives without hesitation, who continues to act as if Death is not something that can happen to him, he is extraordinarily hard to trust in return. Words are meaningless because he flaunts them, and Remus grew up watching Roman practice lines enough to know when someone was acting. Dee probably isn’t even his real name.

But Remus…Remus hasn’t been seen the way that Dee sees him before. Isn’t that enough for him to want to spend as long as he can with this stranger? Regardless of the danger Dee is running straight into? Regardless of the slight thrill that he gets from the prospect that they might get away with this?

-- There’s some garbled conversation on Dee’s end, pleasantries and greetings and nice things that Remus never bothered to memorize. Dee glides through the conversations with ease, deceiving and grifting like he had been born to do it. And who knows? Maybe he had been. Polite conversation gets them through another three doors, including a hall wracked the cameras and the final elevator that can only be opened with two keys and a pin code graciously provided by an aware high-level friend that followed them in and was still chatting about their Perfect Child’s first steps.

Remus sips his chocolate martini and watches the girl at the nearest roulette table eye the betting board. He knows from all the other times he’s watched that she loses, although as he peaks over at the numbers she’s never far off. It must be that excitement of the near win that keeps her there.

“Ah yes, the vault code,” Dee’s voice says, dragging Remus back to the mission at hand. He’s casual, loose, and ready, and Remus doesn’t still understand how he does it.

“5-1-3-3-4-1.”

He can hear Dee’s laugh and his he listens closer he can make out the guard that’s next to him still chattering away. Each button bings when Dee presses it in, soft and charming and not at all like the bells of victory when the code is right, holy shit. The Code was right. Dee’s breath catches in his throat, and Remus nearly drops his martini on the floor. His heart races in his chest with an emotion that he can’t quiet put a name too.

They did it.

They…won. Remus makes his way towards the doors where they were set to meet back up, and Dee continues a casual conversation with the armed guard about children as he fills both his briefcases with as much money as he can fit. By the breathless excitement in his voice, Remus can guess there’s more money in front of him than he expected to be able to get. He invites the guard over for family dinner next night because he’s an asshole and Remus finds that quality admirable.

He waves down a waitress to get a second drink, Dee’s celebratory drink, because as soon as he got past the doors they were home free-

“Hey! Hey! Stop him!” A voice yells in Dee’s ear and the shapeshifter curses.

“Remus!” He yells, “The executive is in the halls! He-!”

There’s a gunshot and a thud and Remus rips out his earpiece and screams loud enough to make all the nearest games freeze in their tracks—

“Let me guess,” Dee says, rolling over, “Another bust? The next numbers ar—”

“No,” Remus throws himself into a sitting position, and blindly grabbing for more toilet paper. The back of his throat is slick with a metallic taste and his head spins a bit when he tries to stand up. “No, Dee!”

“No?”

“Dee, we did it! That’s the code,” Remus says, pretending like his knees don’t buckle when the floor rolls under his feet. Dee is there in a moment, hands under his arms and holding him up completely. Its almost like a hug, Remus thinks distantly. He’s twenty-one and he can’t remember the last time someone hugged him even as a joke. His skin itches at the contact, blistering and burning at the warmth of someone else being so close to him. The cardamom scent is so strong, but Remus thinks he might be okay if that was the only thing he smelled for the rest of his life.

“Are you…okay?” Dee asks. “Why are you…?”

Remus uses the back of his hand to wipe away the stream of blood from his nose and inhales hard. “You died again. The executive you choose to impersonate is in the building and you run into him right before getting out with the cash.”

“Who was it? I can change into someone else.”

Remus shakes his head. “Oh no. I’ve got no clue, but if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s get someone’s attention.”

Dee grins, “You certainly got mine. What are you going to do?”

Remus slides his weight back and manages to stand on his own legs. Remus’s heart does a dance routine in his chest, moving like if it slows for even a second Dee will lunge forward and rip it from his body.

Remus tells him, “I’m going to go make a girl win at roulette so much they think she’s cheating. With a hundred thousand dollars on the line that should have their attentions, right?”

It’s not really a question. Remus knows from experience that the more games in a row that you win during a game involving so much luck, the more interest people start to take in it and you. He just needs to convince the girl to bet only where he tells her to, and then bet as much as she can.

He knows how to do it, too: simply walk up to her and offer her a free Barney if she bets on the square he tells her too. Once she wins, he tells her the next one, and maybe she puts a nickel down, or a quarter, just in case he’s wrong. When she wins again, he’ll tell her the next number, and she’ll put more on it. Then more. Then more. She doesn’t even need to believe that he can see the future. She just has to reap the rewards.

“Oh,” Dee says staring at him. “Oh.”

Remus isn’t sure what he’s looking at. He just knows that Dee’s eyes are as blue as the ocean and deeper than anything he’s ever drowned in. He’s looking at Remus again, like this is the first time he’s seeing him in this lighting, and when he smiles, his teeth are definitely sharper than before.

“I do believe,” Dee says, “we could make the best team of thieves there is out here.”

“You’re just now figuring that out?” Remus asks. “Come on. I didn’t listen to you die nine hundred times just for you to chicken out now.”

He grabs his jacket, and buttons it. With a swipe of his hands he’s hair sets back in the position before, like some type of magic act. If Dee’s the magician, Remus thinks he would be honored to be in the front row every time he performs.

“So, you’d be up to doing this again, correct?” Dee asks, with his hand on the doorknob.

“They won’t fall for the same trick twice,” Remus says, “And what makes you think that this is something I enjoy?”

“I didn’t ask if you enjoyed it. I asked if you’d do this again. Not here, but somewhere else.” Dee glances at him, side eyeing him in a way that makes the hair on the back of Remus’s neck stand on end. “You still owe me.”

“What?” Remus turns to face him, and if there’s a spark in his chest, a nudge of excitement, well who can blame him? People don’t usually want him to stay around.

Another step in the hall. “We made a deal, unless you’ve forgotten. You said that if I could figure out how you were cheating, you’d do one thing that I want you to do.”

Remus snorted and motioned between them, “What do you call this? What we’ve been doing for the past hour?”

“This?” The man gives him a shark-like smile, “You did this of your own volition!”

“I seem to recall you asking,” Remus challenges.

Dee shakes his head too innocently. “Not in this timeline.” He pulls out his pale-yellow handkerchief and offers it to him, “You still have blood on your face by the way.”

There’s something nice about the way that this man is looking at him, the way he’s still looking at him, like Remus is something more than a nuisance, more than a distraction, more than an unwanted, frustrating intrusion. It makes his knees weak and the back of his throat taste like blood again and he so desperately wants to look to the future but won’t let himself do it.

“What do you want?” Remus says, because the uncharacteristic fear in his chest is slowly turning all his organs to butterflies and he never goes back on a promise.

“Well, you did say anything I wanted right? Anything at all?”

Remus nods, rolling his finger over the snake design on the stolen poker chip. Suddenly there doesn’t seem to be enough air in the world, and he’s afraid if he inhales too deeply trying to get more, the whole reality will shatter.

Dee’s form shimmers, shivers, and dissolves into Tim the dealer as they wait for the elevator to take them back to the casino floor. It’s an entirely different person but when he looks at Remus all he can see is Dee’s expression.

“Well, Remus,” He says, “After we finish up here, I want you to come with me. Work with me a bit. Let me help you amass a bit of a fortune. Strictly professional, of course. I won’t ask about your past and you don’t ask about mine. We don’t even need to be friends! Just…”

Dee offers out a gloved hand to him. “Business partners?”

Remus is twenty-one and he thinks there might be a timeline out there where he says no, but he doesn’t even entertain that thought.

“Business Partners,” He says and shakes on it.

#Demus #sanders sides #janus sanders #remus sanders #deja vu au #robbing a casino for your mental health #Oceans eleven references because I love that movie #superpowers #Remus from before things get bad #tw: temporary death #Remus can see the future #Janus can shapeshift #Everything is GREAT :)

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frxggie · 3 years

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Catboy Y/N x A really flirty shigaraki, they probably meet at like a bar or something. Do what you want lmao if you need me to be more specific I can -love Danny (you know who I am))

hi aidan yes i will do that here

-male y/n

-quirk: cat- exactly what it sounds like (think Mirko’s rabbit quirk) you have ears and a tail like a cat, and all characteristics of a cat.

-you and shigaraki are both 20

-you and shigaraki are hella fruity

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You were sitting a bar, sipping a margarita. It had been a long week but it was FINALLY Friday. Catching villains every single day really makes you in need of a drink, you know?

You sensed someone sitting down beside you, and looked over. The man sitting next to you had fluffy blue hair, bright red eyes, and was wearing a black sweatshirt with black ripped jeans. His shoes were bright red..

SHIT

You looked at him, shocked. Here was Tomura Shigaraki, sitting next to you, a well-known pro-hero. Isn’t he one of the most wanted criminals around?

You began to get up to move away, but you felt something wrap around your tail, causing you to blush immensely.

You turned to see Shigaraki’s hand wrapped around your tail. All but one finger.

“S-Shigaraki.” you managed to get out.

“Heey... you’re kinda-” -he hiccupped- “cute.. I saw you from over there and had to get your number.”

“S-Shigaraki..? I-I’m a pro hero.. what?”

Despite every alarm bell that was going off in your head that told you not to, you found yourself talking with this drunken villain. And geez, what a traumatizing childhood this man has.

Pretty soon, you found yourself also horribly drunk, pouring out your own life story to the very villain you’d been trying to catch for so long now.

Sunlight crept in through the window, and you rolled over. You had a pounding headache and the night before was blurry.

You felt something move beside you, and looked over to meet two red eyes.

Both of you screamed at the same time, realizing exactly who you were sleeping with.

You looked down under the covers.

Shit...

“Did we....?”

“I-I think???” he said, looking distressed.

“Why do I suddenly know every detail of your childhood?” you asked.

“I don’t know- why do I know yours?”

“I don’t know?? A-Are you going to kill me?” your eyes widened as you realized you were in the L.O.V. base.

“No! Are you going to kill me?”

“I wasn’t planning on it??”

“G-Good? I- uh..” he averted his gaze from you, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly.

“Um.. This is.. wrong... but.. I think somehow.. I connect with you?”

“I-I feel the same way? Somehow? Um, let’s get dressed..”

“Y-Yeah. Good idea.”

After you two got dressed, you both sat back on the bed and began discussing what you two were going to do about your... unfortunate situation. By the end of the conversation, you had somehow developed a fat crush on one of the most powerful villains of all time.

Over the next few weeks, you two texted nonstop, keeping your friendship a secret from everyone.

After 4 weeks, he confessed first. He had liked you since the moment he woke up next to you. Of course, you guys started dating right away. You guys went on secret dates a lot, and Shigaraki hadn’t done much villain work in a while.

You knew the relationship was wrong... but it felt so right? He treated you like no one ever had before- amazing and soft. He handled you delicately, almost afraid to touch you sometimes because of his quirk. Even while wearing his little half-glove thing. Although you were a pro hero, and he was the most wanted villain, you two couldn’t be more in love.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki fluff #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki imagine #mha shigaraki

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five-rivers · 4 years

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Not the King

Danny isn't the Ghost King. Really, he isn't. He doesn't know what they've been telling you, but it's not true. @imperfection-at-itsfinest

"I'm not the Ghost King," said Danny.

Danielle blinked up at him. "But-" she said.

"I'm not," insisted Danny, glaring at the two one-eyed ghosts that had brought her here. "I don't know what they told you, but I am not the Ghost King. I mean, I'm not even a full ghost. I'm still in high school. It would be ridiculous to make me Ghost King, right? It would be insane, right?"

"I-" said Dani, taking in her surroundings, the high ceilings, the dais, the green-burning torches on the wall, the green plush carpet on the floor beneath her feet. "Where are we?"

"Nowhere," said Danny, too quickly.

"The palace of the High King of All Ghosts," answered one of the eye ghosts.

Danny glared. "She wasn't asking you," he said.

"Well," said Dani, "it was more of a general question, honestly. So, you have a palace, now, huh?"

"It is not a palace. And I don't have it. This is just- just an administrative building."

"Danny, there's a throne."

"An administrative throne. It's kind of like the office chair of the Ghost Zone."

"Infinite Realms," corrected one of the eyeballs.

"This is like... A lobby. A reception lobby," continued Danny. "Completely normal, so you can go now."

"Is it normal to be chained to administrative thrones?" asked Dani. Because he was. Chained, that is. They were glowing green and probably phase proof both to humans and ghosts.

"Yes."

"So, you don't need to be rescued?"

"No, I'm fine. I always escape eventually. This is the fifth time."

One of the eyeball ghosts turned to Dani. "Please. We're begging you. Talk some sense into him."

Honestly, where were their mouths? Did they even have mouths?

"I'm perfectly full of sense, thanks. You're the ones who're nonsensical."

"He's been like this for months," said the other one-eyed ghost, mournfully.

Dani looked between Danny, chained to the throne, and the one-eyed ghosts. "Talk some sense into him about what?"

"About his kingship!" The ghost spread his hands wide.

"I'm not a king! I'm a C-average student from America and I'm not even dead yet!"

"Yes, you are! You died years ago! Why are you making this so difficult?" shouted one of the ghosts.

"Doesn't count! I came back!"

"You celebrated your deathday last year!"

"Danny," said Dani, cautiously, "you're wearing a crown."

"Isn't a crown," said Danny, shaking his head, furiously.

"Then what is it?" asked Dani, genuinely curious as to what he'd come up with, but also starting to be concerned.

A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face. "It's, uh, it's a hat."

"Pretty fancy hat."

"Well, it is a ghost hat."

"It is not just a hat!" growled one of the eyeball ghosts. "It shows your position as-"

"Final dispute arbiter!" shouted Danny, drowning out the other ghost. "It's the ceremonial hat of the final dispute arbiter, but I really don't want the job. Too much paperwork. Too much, uh, reception work."

"Reception work where you're tied to a throne."

"Office chair, but yes. I keep telling them I don't want it. They won't listen."

Dani looked between Danny and the other ghosts once again.

"Can I have one of the rooms in your palace?"

"So, uh," said Dani, phasing through the wall into Jazz's room, "I heard that Danny is not the Ghost King."

"Yeah," said Jazz, not looking up from her formidable book, "we've all heard."

"What's up with that?"

"Oh, you know, just Danny being Danny, honestly." There was an edge of worry there.

"He doesn't actually believe all that about office chairs, does he?"

"If you're asking me if he's delusional, the answer is yes," said Jazz.

"Stop making fun of me!" yelled Danny from the other room.

"Stop eavesdropping on me with your super-hearing!" Jazz shouted back.

"It isn't my fault these walls are paper thin!"

Jazz rolled her eyes. "Anyway, he knows what's going on. He just doesn't want to know."

"Right. And for those of us who don't know?"

"Didn't the Observants tell you?"

"The who?" asked Dani.

"Eyeball ghosts. Very pushy."

"Oh. Yeah. Mostly they just yelled at Danny."

Jazz rolled her eyes and put aside her book. The title was Common Law in the Infinite Realms.

"The Ghost Zone needs a king," started Jazz.

Danny stuck his head through the wall. "It got along perfectly fine without one for hundreds of years."

Jazz, without taking her eyes off Dani, removed her shoe and threw it at Danny. It hit, dead center, and the ghost boy withdrew, shoe in his mouth.

"Nice aim," said Dani.

"Hey!" said Jazz. "Give me back my shoe!"

The offended article flew through the wall and landed neatly on Jazz's bed.

"Anyway," she said. "The Ghost Zone needs a king. Or wants a king. Or maybe it's just the Observants who want one. Either way, by ghost law, Danny's the rightful king because he beat Pariah Dark in single combat."

"Okay, that's cool. So, why doesn't he want to be Ghost King?"

"I think mainly he doesn't want to be responsible for a whole universe full of people."

Dani nodded. That would do it.

"So, he's in denial."

"Yeah. That, and I think he thinks that he can negotiate his title down if he tries hard enough. Of course, he won't talk to me about it, because he has an irrational fear that, if he acknowledges that it's happening, he'll be trapped."

"Well, I mean, that's reasonable," said Dani. "A lot of ghost things are actually like that."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Like, Danny and I are officially cousins, because that's what we said we are."

"Huh. I guess I hadn't gotten to that part yet," said Jazz, glaring at her book as though it had done her a great personal wrong.

"Maybe the crown thing also is supposed to do something," suggested Dani. "Like, if he says, 'okay, fine, I'm the Ghost King,' it binds to him or something? Like, maybe it melts on to his head, and he can't get it off? It is on fire."

"Wow. Thank you for that horrifying image that will never leave my brain," said Jazz. "Thankfully, that probably won't happen. Didn't happen to the last guy."

"If you're the king, does that mean I'm a princess?"

"I'm not a king," said Danny, glaring down at his homework. He furrowed his brow thoughtfully. "Technically, I'm a knight."

"What, really?" asked Dani, flipping herself so that she was sitting upright in the air. "Since when?"

"Dora knighted me. It was a while ago. I guess that'd make you a lady, then."

"Does that mean you can sword fight?" asked Dani.

"Yeah. She had one of her other knights teach me. I beat Vlad in a sword fight, a couple of times. He likes to think he's good, but he really isn't."

"Wow, you just described, like, fifty percent of his personality."

Danny snorted.

"I hear Danny has a new job," said Dani, squeezing in-between Tucker and Sam as they walked to school.

On the other side of Sam, Danny groaned loudly.

"Oh, yeah, we all know," said Tucker.

"We figure it's only a matter of time before ghosts start showing up at the school to congratulate him. Or, you know, fight him for the crown," said Sam.

Danny got a contemplative look on his face.

"Don't you dare lose on purpose," warned Sam.

"But, just imagine, the Box Ghost-"

"No. Remember Pandora's box?" asked Sam.

Danny deflated.

"You know," said Dani. "You probably won't even have to do anything. Like you said, there hasn't been a Ghost King in ages."

"You don't understand," said Danny. "The Observants hate me. The only reason they'd want me to do something like this is because there's baggage. Well, I'm not doing it."

"So, it isn't just because you think the title will do something to you?"

"Better safe than sorry, right?" said Danny. "If they are going to force me into... something, then I'm not getting extra supernatural hooks set into me because of the job title. Last thing I need is some kind of fine-print that means I have to let the Observants run my life. No way. They're not getting me like that."

A ghost portal opened up underneath Danny's feet, and he fell.

Dani found him tied to the throne again, crown floating over his hair. He looked absolutely livid. So did the several dozen Observants glaring at him.

"You must take up the title!" said one of the Observants, angrily.

"No," said Danny. "I'm not the Ghost King. I'm not going to be the Ghost King. Find someone who actually wants to do it!"

"There is no one else who can do it!"

Dani cleared her throat. All eyes turned to her.

"Look, have none of you people ever heard of a compromise?"

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz were waiting in front of the Fenton Portal when they got back. Danny had sulked the whole way.

"Well," said Jazz. "What happened?"

"I'm not the Ghost King," said Danny, sullenly. He flew up through the ceiling.

"You'd think he'd be happier about that," said Tucker, looking up.

"Is he king now, after all?" asked Sam.

"Nah," said Dani. "He's the Ghost Prince. I'm a princess, now, by the way, so you have to call me 'your highness.'"

"I'm not doing that," said Sam.

"That's fair."

#Danny Phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2020

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mytwilightimagines13 · 3 years

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Amnesia (Book Three)(Part One)

Proposal

Ten years it has been. And Maeryn found that being a vampire surely meant that time mostly stood still. Life was quite easy in Volterra, with the occasional mission. Maeryn mostly spend her days with Jane and Alec or in the library, reading every book there was. The masters had taken it upon themselves to teach Maeryn in different subjects such as the study of different languages, both modern and ancient and of course the history as it actually happened, with the vampire interferences. “And that is how the Roman Imperium fell.” Caius finished. Maeryn had listened to his story with upper concentration and fascination. It was her favourite time period in the history and it was amazing that Caius could tell her exactly how everything was in that time period. “Thank you, Master Caius. It was once again most interesting to hear the history from your point of view.” Maeryn said. Caius gave her a very, very rare smile. “My pleasure child. Now, go on. I still have many things to do.” He said. Maeryn bowed and quickly made her way out of his study towards her room. On her way she was grabbed and pushed against the wall. Maeryn was ready to attack whoever had the nerve to push her against a wall until she felt a pair of all too familiar lips upon hers. Maeryn smiled and wrapped her arms around Alec’s neck and let her fingers roam through his brown locks. Soon his lips moved from hers towards her neck. “Missed me that much huh? It has only been a few hours.” She whispered as she bit her lip. “Even a second away from you feels like a century.” He whispered against her neck. Maeryn rolled her eyes but could not help the smile that was forming on her lips. “You are such a drama queen.” She said as she gently pushed him away. Alec chuckled and pecked her lips lightly before grabbing her hand and walking through the door of her room. Maeryn pulled her hair out of her ponytail and let her natural curls hang loose while Alec walked towards her CD collection. He picked up a Metallica CD and frowned slightly. “Yes?” she asked, knowing him well enough to know he wanted to share his opinion with her. “Why do you listen to this? It’s just sound.” Alec said looking at the track list on the back of the CD. “Hey! Do not insult one of the most amazing bands there is! Besides, I am pretty sure if Mozart had speakers and amps, metal and rock music would have been born ages ago, as with classic music everything had to become more complicated and louder as possibly could.” Maeryn said as she snatched the CD out of his hands before putting it back on the shelf. “I am afraid I will have to agree with you on that.” Alec said before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her towards the bed. “Now, we got twelve hours to fill before Heidi arrives with our dinner. What to do?” he asked with a playful grin around his lips. “Hmm. I know a thing or two we can try.” Maeryn said, giving him a wink before gently kissing him on his lips… “That was a nice catch, Heidi.” Maeryn said after dinner was over. “Yes, they were rather juicy.” Heidi said grinning proudly. As Maeryn was making her way out of the throne room, Daemon along with some members of his gang walked in, ready to dispose of the bodies and clean up the room. Maeryn smiled kindly at him. “Hello Daemon.” “Good afternoon, Maeryn.” Daemon said as he slightly bowed for her. Maeryn rolled her eyes slightly but knew this was a formality he had to do, seeing as she was a vampire and superior to him. “How is the café doing?” Maeryn asked. Adolfo and Agnella both passed away three years ago, shortly after one another, and since then Daemon owned the café. “Business is booming. Many tourists love it and we even are able to expand the café. The dress shop next to it has gone bankrupt and we could buy it for a gentle price.” Maeryn smiled at the news. “That is very good to hear. How are the wife and kids?” Maeryn asked. Daemon married about five years ago to a beautiful redhead names Angel. And together they had a twin, a boy and a girl named Danny and Sandy. “They are all doing great.

Sandy is slowly taking her first steps and Danny said his first word yesterday. Although Angel and I are debating whether he said dada or mamma.” He said, Maeryn chuckled. “And what about you? Did Alec pop the question yet? I mean, mentioned a few months ago that you were ready if he would ask you.” “Not yet, but honestly it is Alec who wants to get married. It is what was usual in his era. And seeing as I am his forever, why not also make that commitment on paper and with golden rings.” Maeryn said jokingly. Daemon chuckled. “But on a serious note, no. He hasn’t asked me yet. But then again, we have forever, so no rush.” “That is true. Anyway, I better help the guys clean up. You guys have been quite messy today.” Daemon said before walking to the middle of the throne room, helping his mates to clean up the mess the vampires had left behind. Jane came skipping towards Maeryn, a happy grin plastered on her face. “Hello Jane, you seem joyful today. Did something, or someone, happen to you?” Maeryn asked. Jane rolled her eyes at Maeryn’s comment. Ever since the encounter ten years ago, Alec and Maeryn had been waiting for Jane to also find her mate, but Jane wanted nothing of it. She was happily single and had no intention of changing that anytime soon. “No. But Alec gave me the task of making you look pretty so come on. I already bought you a few new outfits and yes you have to fit them all.” Jane said as she grabbed Maeryn’s hand and dragged her to her room. “Please not another fifty outfits like the last time?” Maeryn asked horrified. “Nah, I got you forty-nine. Now come on.” Jane said as she closed the door behind her and gave Maeryn a few different dresses, jeans, shirts and shoes. Maeryn sighed softly but let Jane do what Jane loved to do. After all, what harm can it do, plus it makes her happy, Maeryn thought as she walked into the bathroom to change. “Aaaaand I am done! My masterpiece is a fact. Live my dear! Live!” Jane said. “Watched the monster of Frankenstein again, have you huh?” Maeryn asked. Jane gave her a goofy grin. “Yup. Now go look into the mirror.” She said as she pushed Maeryn towards the mirror. Maeryn was astonished. She looked absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a beautiful, dark blue dress that reached just below her knees and it was decorated with different stones. A matching pair of dark blue heels accompanied her dress. Her hair was in her natural loose curls and a small, with pearls decorated hair clip held one side of her hair backwards. Her makeup was light and subtle, and in her ears, golden earrings with a ruby decorated shined in her earlobes. “You have surely outdone yourself Jane. It is beautiful.” Maeryn said. “Good. Now go on. Alec is waiting for you in the garden. Have fun!” Jane said with a knowingly smile. Maeryn chuckled and made her way towards the rose garden. The garden where Alec and her shared their very first kiss. The garden where she found out what he truly was, yet she loved him when he said that, and she still loved him now that she was a vampire herself. The rose garden was filled with an endless sea of candle light, and on the very bench where they shared their first kiss, sat Alec. His hair all neat, and wearing his best tuxedo. Once Maeryn came into his view, a bright smile reached his lips and as soon as she was close enough, he grabbed her close by her waist and kissed her softly, as if this kiss could be their last. Maeryn smiled and held onto his arms, kissing back. “You look absolutely stunning. Jane has outdone herself.” He whispered against her lips. Maeryn smiled. “She sure has.” Alec smiled and sat down, pulling her gently besides him while pouring both of them a glass of AB. They both took a small sip and watched as the small village of Volterra slowly grew quiet and the full moon lit up their faces and the garden. The hadn’t said much. Alec held onto her hand this whole time but he seemed slightly nervous. Although Maeryn couldn’t figure out why. “Maeryn?” Alec suddenly said, breaking the silence of the night. Maeryn looked up at him. “Yes, my

love?” “Before we went on our first holiday, I asked Adolfo and Agnella a very important question. I asked them for your hand. Now it has been eleven years since I asked them the question, and three since they both passed away. We have been together for almost twelve years and I can no longer wait.” He stood up, grabbed a small box from his pocked and sat down on one knee. “Maeryn, my love, my life. You are the sunshine in my life. Before you my life was a dark pit, with barely any love in it. We are bounded by our mate bond. But I also wish to be bound to you by marriage. I want to be able to call myself your husband, but most importantly, I want to be able to call you my wife. Will you do me the honour of being my wife?” he asked, never breaking eye contact as he opened the box. Inside laid a beautiful silver sing. It was decorated with three stones. One larger white diamond accompanied by two smaller rubies on both side of the diamond. Maeryn smiled and felt tears of happiness burn behind her eyes. She kissed him gently, but with a lot of passion. “Yes. I wouldn’t want anything else.” She whispered against his lips. Alec smiled and gently slid the ring onto her finger before kissing her passionately. And both Maeryn and Alec where floating in their own bubble of luck and happiness.

#alec volturi #volturi #volturi imagine #twilight imagine #twilight

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lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love · 4 years

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DP Prompt Danny walks into his bedroom to find a clone of him, not Danielle but one he's never met, asleep in his bed.

Notes: I’d like to thank @dp-marvel94 for the prompt! Hopefully you like it.

Also, I don’t own the gif used in this prompt.

Masterlist | Masterlist pt. 2

It had been a very, very long day. The day started out normal enough; Danny was able to get through school without a hitch, and it seemed like today would be one of those rare days a ghost didn’t attack. But, of course, he spoke too soon.

Skulker and Ember decided they were going to cause some trouble around Amity Park — scaring people, destroying things; the usual. Danny managed to sneak out of his final period to go fight them, and it ended the way it always did, with Skulker and Ember in the thermos. School had already ended by the time Danny managed to get back, so he quickly got his backpack and hurried out. Jazz and the others were waiting for him at the front of the school, and Jazz drove everyone home.

By the time Jazz and Danny made it home, it was late in the afternoon. Their parents were busying themselves with their latest ghost-hunting gadget, so they hardly took notice of their children.

With a heavy sigh, Danny made his way upstairs. He wanted some time alone, and the sounds of his parents working was already giving him a headache. Jazz looked at him worriedly, wanting nothing more than to make sure he was okay; but he insisted Skulker and Ember did no real damage to him.

“I’ve fought them a hundred times before,” he said, “I know all their tricks, I know what to look out for.”

Despite her better judgment, she chose to stay downstairs. If Danny insisted he was fine, the least Jazz could do was distract their parents until the thermos was emptied.

Once Danny reached his room, he closed the door and threw his backpack on the ground. He was utterly exhausted.

I’ll just lay down for a little bit, he thought.

Kicking his shoes off, he nearly jumped on his bed, ready to get a little sleep...

...until he heard something — someone — that shouldn’t be there, on his bed of all places.

“Ow!” The voice sounded young, feminine almost, maybe around Danny’s age. Whoever it was, it was hidden under his covers, Danny failed to even notice the lump at first. He immediately jumped onto his feet, his eyes glowing green, ready to attack. The covers were shoved back as someone sat up. It was... a girl? She had his dark hair and blue eyes, even the same skin color. He noticed her wearing an oversized t-shirt, one that almost looked like the one he usually wore. She was glaring at him, lips pursed into a thin line.

Danny’s eyes quickly changed to the usual blue, his cheeks burning as he tried to figure out what to say.

“Why’d you throw yourself on me?” she exclaimed, scurrying out of the bed. “I was sleeping.”

“How was I supposed to know someone was in my bed?” he snapped, his brows furrowing. “Who are you anyway?”

“You’re Danny Fenton right?” she asked. “The ghost boy?”

Confusion and fear bubbled in his stomach. Who is she? “Yes,” he responded. “How did you...?”

“I need your help.” She squared her shoulders. “My name is Y/N. I’m... I’m your clone.”

His eyes widened at that, as he tried to sputter out something — anything.

“My father is Vlad Plasmius.” Her voice was trembling, her eyes watering. “He made me in the hopes of having the perfect half-ghost son, but... he said he was tired of always getting female clones. He wants to kill me to construct the perfect son.”

Danny’s blood boiled. He dealt with Vlad’s experiments before — clones the fruit loop deemed “failures.” The only one Danny knew wasn’t a failure was Danielle, but she was out exploring the world, having finally gotten the stability she needed.

This clone, there wasn’t anything wrong with her, at least from what Danny could tell. She wasn’t melting, she wasn’t showing any signs of instability. Maybe she was different than Danielle.

“Can you help me?” she asked; begged.

His hands curled into fists. Danny thought he had taken care of Vlad’s lab the first time, stopping him from making anymore clones. Turns out he was wrong.

“Let’s go.”

#danny phantom #danny phantom x clone!reader #danny phantom x reader #fanfiction #danny phantom fanfiction #jazz fenton #clone!reader #sam manson #tucker foley #ember #skulker #jack fenton #maddie fenton #danny phantom one-shot #one-shot #prompt #danny phantom prompt

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sunny-flower-girl-01 · 4 years

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Ohana- A Hawaii Five-0 Fanfic Chapter Three

Here ya go! Please please let me know what you guys think! I know this chapter seems kinda slow and boring but I just need to set some stuff up for future chapter. Thank you guys so much! Make sure to check it out on my other pages! I also have some SVU Stories up on my Ao3. I’m not sure when I’ll get around to adding more to that ‘verse but maybe you guys will have some ideas!

4 Weeks Later:

Thea’s Apartment:

Thea’s POV~

I rolled over as much as I could to turn my alarm off when it went off at 7:00 AM. With my growing stomach, it wasn’t as easy as it used to be. When I rolled back onto my side I noticed a big lump under the covers laying at the opposite end of the bed. I smiled and scooted myself closer.

“Hmmm… Well since no one is in bed with me this morning,” I moved closer to the lump that was now failing to hold in a giggle. “I guess I can just stretch out then.” I slowly moved my hands under the covers. When my hands were close enough I quickly wrapped them around her arms, pulling her close to me. I tickled her under her arms causing her to wiggle around and try to escape from my arms. “Gotcha!”

Nora giggled, trying to push my hands away. I knew she was trying to be careful with her movements since her feet were now curled up near my stomach. “Mama stop! It tickles!”

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her to lay with me. “Good morning baby.” I kissed the top of her head. “Did you sleep well?” I asked her. I let my hands run through her tangled hair. I tried to spend some time with her every morning since we were at work and school all day. By the time we get home, she's on her homework, I’m trying to get dinner and laundry together, and next thing I know it’s time for her to go to bed. And those are the days I don’t feel terrible and I’m still in bed when she joins me.

Nora nodded and snuggled into me, moving her face down to my stomach. She, along with just about everyone else, was obsessed with it. My bump was growing more everyday. The doctor told me at my last appointment that since I was having twins, I could expect it to grow faster than if I was having a single birth. “Good morning babies.” She mumbled. “Mama? When are we going to find out if I’m having a brother or sister?” She asked.

I continued to run my fingers through her hair. “We should know here in a couple of weeks. I’m 16 weeks right now and the doctor said I would find out at 20 weeks. Do you know how many more weeks that is?” I asked her.

I watched her think about it for a moment before she nodded, looking up at me. “That’s 4 weeks!” She smiled. I smiled back and nodded.

“Good job!” I looked over to glance at the clock. “We need to get a move on so we're not late.” I kissed her forehead and moved the covers off of us. “Go get dressed and brush your teeth. I’ll braid your hair while you’re eating.” I slowly get up from the bed. Even though I wasn’t as big as I was clearly going to get, it was still a struggle to move like I use to. Nora sat up in the bed and watched me. “I’m fine sweetie. Go get ready for school.” I said softly and sent her on her way. She smiled at me before dashing to her bedroom down the hall. Last week she saw me almost slip and fall while walking up the steps to my apartment. I was about to catch myself on the rails but I know it still scared her. That got me thinking again about how we needed to move before the babies got here. Not just for the trip up but also because this is only a two bedroom. I sighed thinking about how much money that was going to cost. We were just getting by as it is. If i didn’t have Steve helping with the cost of the babies, I don’t know what I’d do. I’m going to have to seriously consider taking Nora out of Sacred Heart if I want to move us to a better apartment or even think about trying to buy a home.

I shook my head and walked to the bathroom to get ready for the day. This was all something I could sit down and think about tonight after Nora goes to bed. I quickly brush my teeth and apply my makeup. I felt great today despite what was going to happen before I could even head into my office. There was a body of a young teenage boy that turned up late last night. Mindy thinks he’s from the center so she asked me if I could come down and identify him. I was praying it wasn’t one of my boys. I left my hair down and a little messy, I’ll just throw it up in a bun when I get in the car.

Walking back into my room I was Nora sitting on my bed, hair brush and ponytail holder in hand, like always. I went to pull my dress and jacket out of my closet. “Go to the kitchen and make yourself some cereal. When I get done getting dressed I’ll come do your hair.” I told her. She nodded and skipped out of the room. How I was blessed that she’s a morning child, I will never know.

I quickly put my black dress on. In the last few weeks, dresses have been much more comfortable than pants. I looked in my closet and went through the 2 rows of shoes that I have. I couldn’t wear sandals, they’ll make my feet swell by the end of the day. I refused to wear heels unless it was a special occasion. I went with my red converse, they were comfortable and would dress down the black dress just enough to where I wasn’t over dressed. I grabbed my jacket and gave myself one last look in the mirror behind my bedroom door. If I felt great today, I was going to look it too. I didn’t know how many more days of being ready to get up and go I am going to get so I want to make the best of it.

I quickly get Nora’s hair braided and put her bowl in the dishwasher while she gets her shoes on. I really need to go shopping, living off of cereal and quick ready-to-bake meals was getting old.

After Nora was ready to go, we went down to the car hand in hand. I knew she was walking slow just for me.

At Sacred Heart:

Luckily today the car drop off line wasn’t too hectic. Nora quickly found Grace and they ran up the steps and into the building hand in hand. I saw Rachel in her car and she pointed for me to pull into the parking lot.

“Hey. How are you feeling today?” She asked as we both got out of our cars, me taking a bit longer than she did.

“Oh, I’m feeling great today. I’m not sure how long it will last though.” I laughed softly. ��Are we still on for lunch today? Mindy is going to join us.”

We chatted for a few minutes and updated each other on our schedules. For my entire pregnancy so far our schedules have been synced to help each other out. She picks Nora up from school most days and keeps her until I can get off work. On days that Grace and Nora have dance and music at the youth center, I pick them up and keep them until Rachel comes to get Grace at my apartment.

“Danny is still planning on taking the girls after the recital next week. His whole team is planning on attending. How are things with you and the Commander?” She asked, giving me a look.

I rolled my eyes. “Nothing is happening. He checks in on me every day and asks if me or Nora need anything. I haven't seen much of him since our last doctors appointment. He and Danny picked Grace up from school one day, I talked to him very briefly but had to go inside to meet someone in the office. I swear, nothing is going on.” I told her. She seemed to have this idea that Steve and I were going to get together because I had gotten pregnant. She and Mindy both swore we had feelings for one another. Okay, yes, I liked Steve. He was attractive, he was smart, that one night we spent together was absolute heaven, but I knew he didn’t feel the same way so I wasn’t going to dwell on it until I heard it from him directly.

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Oh please. We all see the way he looks at you, Theodora.” Now I was rolling my eyes.

“You’re one to talk.” I raised an eyebrow at her. I knew her and Stan were hanging on by a thread. Rachel admitted to me last week when I came by to get Nora the same time Danny was picking up Grace that her and Stan weren’t doing so well and that divorce was officially on the table for them. Stan was arguing with her all the time and was never home, and when he was, he would find ways to get out of doing things as a family.

“At least I’ve admitted my feelings for my ex-husband. You’re still in denial.” She said. She was smiling at me but then gave me a serious look. “Were you meeting with the financial advisor again? Thea, I told you if you needed help with-”

I cut her off by putting my hand on her shoulder. “Rachel, I told you, I will figure it out. I don’t want to take her out of Sacred Heart, but I make too much to qualify for a full scholarship. I’m working out a plan with administration now so hopefully I’ll have figured out by the end of the week what I’m going to do.” I said, running my hand over my bump.

Rachel sighed and nodded. I knew she wasn’t going to give up though. “Alright. Well I will see you at lunch. I’m sure you have to get going.” We said goodbye and got back into our cars and waved again as we both drove our separate ways.

At the Medical Examiner’s Office:

I sighed in frustration since I wouldn’t find a hair tie in my car.

‘Damn pregnancy brain’

I slowly got out of the car and threw my purse strap over my shoulder. I noticed Danny’s Camaro parked a few cars down from me. ’I wonder what they’re doing here. They probably have a case’ I thought to myself. They are cops, this wouldn’t be such an unusual place to find them.

I walked in and went straight for Mindy’s office. I set my bag down on the chair in front of her desk and made my way towards Max’s office and lab. Mindy was coming from the opposite side and met me in the hallway. She opened her mouth to say something but before she could, Steve and Danny came around the corner. They stopped their little argument they were in the middle of when they noticed me and Mindy stopped in front of the door. Steve smiled at me. I raised my hand to stop him and Mindy before they could say anything.

“Before you ask, I’m doing fine this morning. No morning sickness, I got 8 hours of sleep, and yes, I took my vitamins.”

Mindy crossed her arms. “I was going to ask how Nora was, but good to know.”

I rolled my eyes. “Nora is fine, thanks for asking.”

Steve looked at me. I could tell he wasn’t able to keep the small smile he had off his face. “Mindy says you might be able to help us with our case.”

I looked in Mindy confused, then back at Steve. “I can?”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, she said you might know our victim. We don’t have any ID on the kid and Dr. Shaw thinks you might know him from the youth center you work at.”

“If you know him we were hoping you could help us find out who he hung out with, what he was doing last night.” Steve said with his arms crossed. He looked very intimidating when he was in ‘Five-0 Mode’.

Mindy placed her hand on my arm and gently pulled me in the direction of the lab. “Come on, I know you don’t wanna be here long.”

When we talked into the lab, my hand went over my mouth and nose quickly. I felt someone run into me from behind but before I could fall on my face for the second time in a week, two arms reached out to steady me.

“Woah, are you okay?” Steve asked. He had his hands on my biceps and I could feel his chest pressed up against my back.

‘God that feels amazing’

I nodded. “Jesus Christ, what is that smell?” It smelt like someone had left open cleaning containers in here overnight and didn’t air the place out. The smell was so strong it quickly started to make me nauseous. Mindy went over to the counter and turned the fan on. I shook my head a little and started walking closer to the table. A white sheet was covering the body. Steve stayed close behind me, I could still feel the heat from his body against my back.

Mindy walked around the table to be on the opposite side as us. “Are you ready?” She asked.

I nodded and held my breath. Mostly because the smell was even worse the closer to the table and body that I got. Mindy lifted the sheet back and I backed up slightly from the swoosh of air that the movement of the sheet caused. Steve's hand went up to my back.

“Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah. That’s Ty Flinchum. He’s one of the residents at the Center.” I said softly. I just saw this kid yesterday morning. He came into my office to talk about how he found a small part time job at a local grocery store. He was so excited to start. “How’d he die?” I asked quietly, my eyes never leaving the younger boy’s face.

“His body was found on the beach this morning. It’s the 3rd one in a month. Max determined COD was drowning.” Mindy said, covering Ty back up. My head shot up to her as soon as she said drowning.

“Ty couldn’t swim. He wouldn’t go anywhere near the water.”

Steve nodded. “There were signs of a struggle. We already have a few leads.” His hand went up to squeeze my arm gently. “We’ll find who did this.” I patted his hand and gave it a squeeze back. I nodded as I started towards the door and walked out into Max’s office. Mindy followed me.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, just still feeling a little nauseous from that smell.” I leaned up against the front of the desk. Mindy came and sat next to me.

“Well I guess we’ll just sit here until you feel better.” She said, causing us both to laugh softly. I leaned my head down on her shoulder.

“Oh no, girl bonding. We gotta get out of here Steve.” We heard Danny say.

Steve grinned and looked over at me as Danny dragged him out of the office. “I’ll call you later okay?”

Later at Home with Thea and Nora-

I sighed, and put the last of the pantry food away. “Nora Jane!” I called down the hallway. “Last time I’m going to tell you it’s time to get out of the tub!” I went back to quickly get the cold food in the refrigerator after I heard an “Okay mama” come from the hallway.

At lunch today I had a long talk with Mindy and Rachel about how I was going to balance work, Nora, and these two babies. They both had agreed to help out with Nora as much as they could since I was going to have to start working more to afford a new place, Nora’s school, and just the general cost of the babies. And I’m not even thinking about the time I’m going to have to take off from work once they’re actually here. They both cornered me about helping pay for Nora’s school tuition. I finally caved and said I would think about it, but I wasn't comfortable accepting something like that from anyone. It’s been just me and Nora her whole life. I’ve been her primary provider since day one. Letting someone in to help like that isn’t easy for me. But at this point, I don’t think I will have much of a choice.

When I was done putting the rest of the groceries away, I got to work at making an easy meal for Nora for dinner. I wasn’t too hungry at the moment so it was just going to be fast. Nora came into the kitchen, her hair wet and in her Lilo & Stitch PJs. She climbed up into one of the bar chairs and watched me put her chicken nuggets in the oven. “How does mac and cheese and green beans sound baby?”

She nodded and gave me a ran down of her day while I got her food together. “Grace told me her Uncle Steve is teaching her how to surf so maybe we can go surfing together some time!”

I nodded, putting her plate of food in front of her. “Yeah, I think that would be really fun for you girls. Maybe when we have some weekend time free we can go.” I said. I had Nora surfing with me since she could stand on the board. I thought it was really sweet that Steve was teaching Grace how to surf. I had heard from him and Rachel both that Danny hated the beach.

While I was cleaning up the dishes there was a knock at the door. I told Nora to keep eating her dinner when she started to get down from the chair to race to the door. She pouted and got back in her seat.

I was shocked to see Steve standing in my doorway. I opened the door wider. “Oh, Hey.” I smiled. “Uhm, what are you doing here?”

He smiled and shifted on his feet. Again, a Navy SEAL and a cop and he still gets nervous. “I was in the neighborhood with Danny following a lead and wanted to check in with you. Wanted to see if you guys needed anything.”

My heart could stop right now. “Thank you-” “Steve!” Nora screaming interrupted me. She came barreling from behind me and launched herself into Steve's arms. My arms immediately went out to catch her incase Steve didn’t. He barely budged from his place when he caught her midair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug. She was very fond of the man, not that I can blame her. I’m pretty fond of him too.

He laughed and hugged her back. “Hi Nora. How are you?”

Nora leaned back to face him. “I’m good. Mama said that Grace and I can go surfing soon since you taught her how to.” She said matter-of-factly. I crossed my arms and leaned up against the door frame and watched them talk about surfing. Steve told her that he will take her out soon since I wasn’t able to go right now. It warmed my heart to see how he interacted with her.

‘He’s going to be a really good dad’

I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry Nora, but it’s time to brush your teeth and get into bed.” She pouted as Steve set her down. He ran his hand over her wet hair.

“I’ll see you soon okay? Goodnight Nora.” He smiled at her.

“Goodnight Steve!” She waved and bounced her way down the hall. I giggled at her excitement and knew she was going to be a nightmare to put down now that she was all riled up, but I wasn’t mad. I turned to look at Steve.

“So I wanted to come check on you, but I also wanted to know if you were free Friday night. The team is coming over to cookout at my place, Danny is bringing Grace, and Mindy and Max are coming so I wanted to invite you and Nora.” He said, running his hand over the back of his neck like a nervous teenager, which I couldn’t help but grin at. “My other team members are begging to meet you. But I understand if you’re busy-”

“I would love to. We’ll be there. Do I need to bring anything?”

Steve shook his head. “No, just you and Nora. Maybe a swimsuit, I have a private beach in my backyard.”

My eyes widened. “Wow, if you weren’t Nora’s favorite person before, you definitely will be when she sees that.” I laughed. That got a loud laugh out of Steve too. I could also see his cheeks getting a little red.

‘You’re not just Nora’s favorite person’

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Chapter Four

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Danny cooked for the first time in his life that night. It was a very simple vegetable stew, and he nearly cut off his fingers multiple times chopping the veggies, but it tasted alright. Vinnie liked it, and Danny didn’t think it was so bad. Vinnie suddenly ran up to him, a short time after dinner.

“Hey, Uncle Danny! Can you uh..read to me? Aunt Nancy and Uncle John never taught me how..”

They’d never taught the boy to read? God those..they’d definitely taught their own children, but Vinnie was too far, huh? Danny grumbled a little, but nodded, pulling out one of his books, Oliver Twist. He just had a lot of books, in general. His family was rich, after all. But at least he was humble, unlike..everyone else, essentially. Well, other than Hamish of course. He’d been reading this whole time, but was completely wrapped in his own head. He didn’t even realize Vinnie had fallen asleep by the time Danny had snapped out of it.

“Oh. Sorry Vinnie.” He muttered, more to himself than the sleeping child. He picked him up, gently carrying him to his new bed and laying him down, covering him with the blanket. Danny decided to quickly look in Vinnie’s closet, just to see something.

His suspicions were confirmed. The boys clothes were barely better than rags. They hadn’t been treating Vinnie well at all. He’d get new clothes for him in the morning. First, he had to go to sleep. He walked to his new room, laid down on the bed, and closed his eyes. He was locked in his thoughts again, thinking about..his wedding, this time. Lucy seemed nice and all, but..why did he need to do this? He wished arranged marriages could be done with, already..

But it’s not like he could tell anyone about his homosexuality. He didn’t want to be ostracized. Plus..it wasn’t like he could run off with the man he loved like Uncle Hamish. The man he loved lived..somewhere. Out West, still. Running from the law..that’s where Danny wanted to be. But he couldn’t leave his family. Not again. Even if he hated most of them, the ones he did love..they needed him. Especially because he had Vinnie now. He couldn’t bring a child so young into that life, he’d be an asshole if he did.

He rolled over, quickly going to sleep. He was pretty tired, anyways. He woke up very early that next morning, and started making breakfast for himself and Vinnie, putting the book they were reading the night before away. He yawned, cooking some breakfast stew. Ron had taught him how, when the gang was still together. It smelled really good. He quickly woke up Vinnie, and they sat down for breakfast.

“Uncle, do you know what we’re gonna do today?” Vinnie asked, as Danny nodded.

“Yeah, I do son. We’re gettin’ you some nice clothes.” Danny explained.

“Nice clothes? For me? You have the money for that?”

“Course I do! We’re rich! And your Aunt Nancy is rich too, she just don’t like you. Sorry to say.”

“..she don’t?” Vinnie said, a sad look coming into his eyes. Danny suddenly felt really bad for the kid.

“No. She don’t like you..and she didn’t like your Pa, either. When he was here, at least.”

“Where did Pa go? I was stayin’ with Mr. Milton and suddenly everyone was all sad and you weren’t here for a while..what happened?”

“..nothin’ good, son. I’ll tell you when you're older. Let’s go.” Danny and Vinnie both quickly finished their food, and went outside again. Danny took him to the shop, where they sold everything someone could need, including clothes. They also made a stop at the tailors, so they could have a suit fashioned for the wedding.

“Aw, that looks really nice on you!” The tailor said. It was no other than Danny’s cousin, Micheal Green. He had a lot of cousins, a lot of which were Green’s. Mainly because his Aunt Pauline had married into the family, but nevermind. It wasn’t super important.

“Thank you sir!” Vinnie said back, a big smile on his face. He looked very proud.

“You’re welcome, kid.” Micheal said back. After a few more adjustments, the suit was done. Vinnie, for a nine year old, looked very dapper. The two proudly walked out of the tailors, Vinnie still wearing his suit, tie, and nice shoes. Vinnie was hanging onto Danny’s pant leg, and eventually he just picked the boy up.

On his way home, he felt someone tap on his shoulder, shocking him. He nearly dropped Vinnie, and turned around, an annoyed look on his face.

“What is it-“ he started, before he saw who it was. It was Lucy. Oh crap-

“Sorry! Sorry for startling you, mister. I just wanted to say hi!” Lucy waved a little, and looked down at Vinnie, a confused look on her face. She still had that polite smile on her face.

“H..hi Lucy! It’s alright, yeah. You wanna come home with me? My Pa gave me a house recently, and we’ll be livin’ in it anyway..so..” Danny nervously laughed, and Vinnie leaned into his ear.

“Is that the lady you’re marryin’? You look embarrassed, Uncle.” He whispered. Well, whispered was one saw to put it, because anyone could hear him if they were listening. Danny was embarrassed, and his face flushed.

“Vinnie..” he muttered.

Lucy let out a small laugh. She nodded.

“Yes, I’d love to come over! You’re very kind, Danny.”

Danny smiled at her, and led her home, still carrying Vinnie. When they finally reached the porch, he put his nephew down. He quickly ran inside and went to his room, most likely to play with the few toys he had. Danny was also carrying a bag full of clothes, so he dropped them in with Vinnie, poking his head in the door.

“You put those away, you hear? Throw out your old ones, I’ll be talkin’ with Lucy.”

“Alright, Uncle. Thank you!”

“No problem, son.”

Danny went back to the living room, sitting down next to Lucy, who seemed to be examining the place. She let out a quiet sigh.

“This is a really nice place, Danny.” She said.

“Thank you.”

“Who was that little boy? I thought your father said you..didn’t have children?” She asked, a confused expression still on her face.

“That’s my nephew. My brother..died. Few years back, left the boy behind..my sister Nancy had him for a while but dropped him off with me yesterday. She didn’t seem to like the poor boy, anyhow.” He explained. Lucy put a hand on his back, in comfort, immediately making him freeze up. He didn’t know what to do, or what he was supposed to say.

“Oh, sorry..do you not like touching?” She asked, taking her hand off of him.

“No..I do..I think. I did.” He was a little weirded out. What happened..?

“It’s okay Danny.” There was a very awkward pause between them. “So, you were out West for a while, right? What was it like?” She asked, finally breaking the silence.

“..it was pretty. Lots of spiky pants..”

“Cacti?”

“Mhm! Cactus. They were pretty. And um..dust. Lots of it. I just thought it was pretty, you know.”

“That makes sense. If we ever have the technology to go back quickly, I’d love to visit.”

“Me too. My old friends still live out there. And..Ron..” Danny let out a happy sigh, his cheeks flushing just thinking about him.

“Who?” Oh crap, he already forgot she was here. He had to stop doing that, it was awkward.

“Oh! Um..Ron! He was my best..friend. Yeah.”

Lucy gave him a weird look, but nodded.

“I’m sure you miss him. I should be going now, though.”

“Thank you for the company, Lucy.”

“No problem, Danny. I’ll see you soon!”

Lucy quietly left the house, and Danny scooted further into his couch. He sighed. He didn’t want this. He laid down on his bed, face down, and just sobbed. He didn’t know what else to do at this point. He couldn’t escape it, and it was all closing in on him. He just wanted to run away into the woods and never be seen again. He clutched his pillow, eventually tiring himself out as he passed out, tears still slowly running down his cheeks.

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PART FOUR: NIGHT MOVES NOVEMBER 7,1970 The next morning as Elvis and I were sleeping in each other's arms in our bed in our master bedroom, as the day just flew on by while we were sleeping, Maid Nancy cleaned up the house while Elvis and I snoozed away in our bed. When we finally woke up it was afternoon, we both looked at each other. Elvis said Oh Shit, Baby What Time Is It? I looked over at the clock and I said it's 3:30pm ,my love. Then we both said OH SHIT, we slept in too late and forgot about Lisa coming home from Grandpa's house. we quickly got out of our bed, got dressed and walked out of our bedroom. We walked down the hall, went to the kitchen where we saw nanny making coffee. I asked Nanny,where Lisa Marie was? Nanny said Lisa is outside playing with Vernon in the backyard. I said okay,thank you nanny and I walked out the back door and went to find Lisa. While I was outside looking for Lisa,Elvis was in the kitchen getting a cup of coffee trying to wake up. While he was in the kitchen, Nanny asked Elvis how he was doing? Elvis said I'm doing fine, thank you for asking. Then our chef Jo came through the front door and walked to the kitchen with several bags of groceries. Nanny helped chef Jo put away the groceries. while Elvis stood in the kitchen drinking his coffee. After Elvis finished his coffee he walked out of the kitchen down the hallway to his office shut the door behind him and called the boys, Red West, Sonny West, Joe Esposito, Charlie Hodge,Billy Smith,Lamar Fike,Marty Lacker and told them and that we were having family dinner tonight at 7:45pm and that they, their wives and kids were all invited. After Elvis made his phone calls to the boys, he walked out of his office,walked back into the kitchen and talked to chef Jo about the plan for Family dinner tonight. While I was still outside with Lisa Marie and Vernon. I told Vernon while I was outside that we were having family dinner tonight at 7:45pm and that he was invited. Vernon said that he would love to come to family dinner. Vernon and I played with Lisa in the backyard, playing kickball and hide and seek for 45 minutes. Then I walked back inside into the kitchen and saw Elvis talking to chef Jo telling her about our family dinner plans and asked her if she could cook something for our family dinner tonight. Chef Jo asked what we would like for her to make for our family dinner. I looked at her and said to chef Jo, we would like you to make meatloaf, mashed potatoes, homemade rolls, collard greens, symphony of green salad. And for dessert we would like you to make whipped cream pound cake. Chef Jo said I can make that dinner for you tonight, what time does dinner need to be ready? I said dinner needs to be on the table by 7:45pm in the formal dining room. Chef Jo said dinner will be on the table at 7:45pm in the formal dining room. I said thank you,chef Jo. Chef Jo said your welcome,Mrs. Presley. As Elvis,I,chef Jo and Nanny were all standing in the kitchen talking having a conversation when Lisa comes running in the house and asking mommy,mommy, I want to go somewhere and she keeps asking Mommy Mommy I want to go somewhere while Elvis,I,chef Jo and Nanny are all talking in the kitchen. Then we all looked at Lisa and Elvis said buttonhead can you wait a moment until our conversation is over to ask to go somewhere.Lisa said okay Daddy I'll wait but not very long. Then Elvis Just padded Lisa on the top of her head as she stood between Elvis and I. We finished our conversation, Elvis said I think we should take Lisa out and go shopping and get some lunch as well. I said my love should we invite your daddy to go with us? Elvis said baby, I think we shouldn't take daddy with us. He can go home and see dee for a while, he's got to come back here anyway for dinner. I said Lisa,you need to go grab your jacket. So nanny and Lisa went off to her room to get her jacket on. 10 minutes later Lisa and Nanny come out of Lisa's room back into the kitchen. Lisa said mommy and daddy I'm ready to go. Elvis, I and Vernon and Lisa,we all walk out the front

door Elvis I and Lisa said goodbye to Vernon and Vernon gets in his car and goes home then Elvis, I and Lisa walk over to the Cadillac eldorado and Elvis unlocks the car, I and Lisa and Elvis all get in the car. After getting in the car, Elvis started it up and pulled out of the driveway and we went off to the toy store. While we were at the toy store, Lisa got Weebles, new Barbie Dolls and Barbie dolls Accessories and a Big wheel (tricycle).Then we went off to the clothing store to buy some new long sleeve shirts,short sleeve shirts,pants,new shoes, pajamas,shorts,socks,underwear and new dresses for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Then we were off to lunch at Tony Roma's. Then after being gone for about two and a half hours we went back home and Lisa ran off to her room to play with her new toys. Elvis and I went and sat down on the couch in the living room and turned on the TV to watch The Flip Wilson Show and Hawaii Five-O. After watching both of the shows on TV it was 7pm, I said my love, I think we need to start getting ready for guests to arrive. Elvis said baby, I think you're right. Elvis turned off the TV and we got up off the couch. I went to check on Lisa and make sure she was okay and tell her that our guests were on their way over for dinner. Elvis walked down to our bedroom, while I was talking to Lisa and he went to change into his grey suit,blue shirt and his black boots,his Rolex watch and diamond encrusted bracelet that he got from me for an anniversary present and Elvis also put on a light brushing of mascara on his eyelashes for dinner. After I talked to Lisa and changed her clothes out of her play clothes and put her into a dress which she fought me on wearing for 15 minutes. After chasing her around her room saying Lisa, we need to get your dress on,guests will be here soon. Lisa said I don't want to wear a dress. I said Lisa you have to wear a dress, it's a formal dinner. And after 15 minutes of fighting her to put on her dress I finally got her dressed. Then I walked out of her room, I went down to our master bedroom to change into my red mini dress,my black heels and I put on the necklace and bracelet that Elvis had gotten me for my anniversary then I went into the bathroom, put on my makeup and used the curling iron and curled my hair. After Elvis and I were dressed, we walked down the hall. Elvis and I stopped by Lisa's room,Lisa was still playing with her toys on the floor. we went to the kitchen and saw chef Jo and saw if our family dinner was ready yet before guests started arriving. At 7:45p.m. the doorbell rang, Elvis and I went and answered the door and let in Red West, Sonny West,Charlie Hodge, Joe Esposito,Billy Smith, Vernon,Jennifer Hodge, Pat West Judy Jordan(Sonny's fiance),Jo smith,Joan Esposito,Nora Fike, Patsy Lacker,Marty Lacker, Lamar Fike,Danny smith,Joey,smith,Debbie Esposito, Cindy Esposito. After everybody had arrived inside and started to mingle and talk, I told Nanny to go get Lisa Marie and tell her that everybody was here. As while mingling around and talking the chef Jo came out with glasses of Bordeaux red wine and appetizers: Elvis's meatballs wrapped in bacon,Bacon-spinach hors d'Oeuvres,Mushroom stuffed crab,Mango chutney pinwheels,Deviled eggs for everybody and glasses of pepsi for Lisa,Danny,Joey,Debbie and Cindy. While we're all mingling and talking,drinking Bordeaux red wine and eating appetizers, chef Jo starts moving the dinner to the formal table in the dining room. While standing around mingling and talking, Red looks over at Elvis and says, E, your wife is beautiful in that red mini dress. Elvis said thanks, Red, I know she does look beautiful in that red mini dress, I know how to pick them don't I. Red said E, yes you definitely know how to pick them. While Elvis and Red were talking, I was standing next to Joe having a conversation. Joe looked over at Elvis and tapped him on his shoulder and said thanks for inviting me to dinner and Elvis said anytime man. And Joe looked back at me real fast while Elvis was still looking at him and said Jennifer you

look beautiful in that dress and then he leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek and Elvis just looked at him then looked at me and I was thinking to myself, oh God what is Elvis going to do now. Elvis said Joe, dude lay off that, that's my wife, if you ever do that again, your ass is out of here. I just looked over at Elvis and Joe said I didn't mean anything by it, giving your wife a kiss on the cheek, man. All of us just stood chatting away and enjoying everyone's company. Then Elvis said boys let's go to the den and smoke a few cigars and play some cards, while the women stay here and talk with each other. Well Elvis and the boys went to go to the den and smoke their cigars and play cards. Myself,Jennifer Hodge,Pat West,Judy Jordan,Jo Smith, Joan Esposito,Nora Fike,Patsy Lacker, We all chatted in the living room and sipped our Bordeaux, while Lisa ran off playing Danny and Joey,Debbie and Cindy in the backyard. After 25 minutes of chatting and sipping on Bordeaux and eating appetizers,chef Jo came into the living room and said that dinner was ready and the formal dining room. I said Nanny go tell Elvis and the boys that dinner is ready, they're in the den. When Nanny came back from telling Elvis and the boys that dinner was ready, I told her to go tell Lisa,Danny, Joey,Debbie and Cindy in the backyard that it was time for dinner. Elvis,I,Charlie,Jennifer,Pat,Judy,Jo,Joan,Nora,Lamar,Marty,Patsy,Lisa,Danny,Joey,Debbie And Cindy, we all went to the dining room and sat down at the dining table and we all had dinner. We had a delicious dinner made by our chef Jo, dinner consisted of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, homemade rolls, collard greens, and a symphony of green salad. And dessert whipped cream pound cake. After a Hour and a half eating the delicious dinner, we all got up, left the dining room and headed back to the living room. Elvis says boys let's go in the den and hang out and shoot the shit. After Elvis and the boys went into the den. The wives and the kids and I were all talking and the kids were whining to their moms that they wanted to go home. I said goodbye to all the girls and kids and they all left after they told their husbands that they were taking the kids home. After the wives and the kids left, I and Lisa went down into the den to hang out for a little while before she had to go off to bed. When we got to the den Elvis was sitting on the couch with a cigar in his mouth, shooting the shit and playing cards with the boys. Lisa walked over to the couch and sat on Elvis's lap while he was talking with the boys. Lisa said Hi Daddy. Elvis said Hi Buttonhead, did you have fun with Danny, Joey, Debbie and Cindy tonight? Lisa said I did have fun with them. Elvis said button head, I'm glad you had fun tonight. I walked over and sat next to Elvis on the couch. I leaned over to Elvis and gave him a kiss on the cheek and I told Lisa to come sit in my lap so that she would get cigar ashes on her dress since she was sitting in Elvis's lap and he had still had his cigar in his mouth. While we were all just chilling in the den listening to Elvis shoot the shit and playing cards with the guys, after about 30 minutes of hanging out with Elvis, I and the boys,Lisa started yawning in my lap. I looked over at Elvis and I asked Elvis, My love, what time is it? Elvis lifted his wrist up and looked at his rolex watch and said baby it's 9:45pm isn't Lisa's bedtime? I said my love, yes, it's Lisa's bedtime, I'm going to put Lisa to bed since she's over here falling asleep in my lap. Elvis said okay baby you take Lisa to bed and I'll be there in 10 minutes to give her a good night kiss. I told Lisa to get up off my lap,Lisa got off of my lap and Stood in front of me and I got up off the couch, I picked lisa up and carried her into her room, I laid Lisa down in her bed, changed her out of her clothes and put her into her PJs and covered her up in her blanket and gave her teddy bear then sat in the rocking chair next to her bed and read her a good night story in about 10 minutes after being in her room she was asleep. I

got out of the rocking chair, gave Lisa a good night kiss,turned off her light and walked out of her room and as soon as I walked out the door there was Elvis coming down the hallway singing. Once he got to Lisa's bedroom door, he looked at me and said is Buttonhead asleep yet? and I said my love, she just fell asleep, you can go in and give her a good night kisses. I'll meet you back in the den with the boys. I walked out of Lisa's room and back down the hall to the den. When I walked in the den and saw the boys sitting there talking with cigars in their mouths and still playing cards in a smoke-filled den, I sat down on the couch and waiting for Elvis to return,I chatted with the boys while they played cards. I asked them if they all enjoyed dinner tonight? And they all said they enjoyed the dinner and hoped to do it again sometime soon. As Elvis was coming down the hallway back to the den, we could hear him singing. When Elvis finally got to the den, he stopped at the door and sang. after Elvis sang the last line,he looked over at all of us and said boys and baby, we're going to the movies,now baby you need to go tell the nanny that we are leaving and will be back later,Come let's roll out. The boys and I just looked at Elvis for a minute and then got off the couch and we all walked out of the den excited that we were going out to have a good time. I stopped at the doorway with Elvis standing there and I looked at him. Elvis said baby, don't forget to grab your leather jacket because we're taking a motorcycle because after the movie we're going for a motorcycle ride. I walked into mine and Elvis's bedroom and grabbed my leather jacket as well as Elvis's leather jacket and Elvis's favorite hat. Then I met Elvis and the boys at the front door. We all walked out the front door. Elvis said goodbye to Vernon and he went home and all the boys Red, Sonny, Charlie,Lamar got in the Cadillac eldorado. Joe,Billy,Marty got in the Ferrari Dino 308 GT 4. Elvis and I put on our leather jackets and Elvis was put on his favorite hat. We walked over to Elvis's 1966 Harley Davidson. Elvis got on the Harley and then I got on behind him and my arms around his waist. Elvis started the Harley up. we drove out of the driveway through the gate and the boys followed behind us and the Cadillac eldorado and Ferrari 308 and off to the movie theater we went. After a 20 minute ride on the Harley and the boys behind us in the Cadillac and Ferrari Dino 308 GT 4. We arrived at the movie theater,Elvis parked in the back entrance of the theater and we all walked in. Once we got into the theater,we went down to the private theater room. Elvis got everybody popcorn and candy for the movie. we all found our seats in the theater, Elvis and I sat next to each other. Red,Billy Lamar sat on the left side of the theater a few rows ahead of us. Joe,Charlie, Sonny and Marty sat on the right side of the theater a few rows ahead of us. Elvis said before the movie starts, I picked my favorite movie for us to watch tonight. We all said Elvis we all know what your favorite movie is? Elvis said okay if you guys know me so well what movie did I pick? And we all said Dr. StrangeLove. And as soon as we all said Dr. StrangeLove the movie started. So we all got comfy in our theater chairs, Elvis and I got a little bit more comfier than the boys. We are holding hands,giggling throughout the movie, whispering in each other's ears not really paying attention to the movie. I had my head on his shoulder. I was giving him kisses on his neck, he would return and he would give me kisses on my neck,while we're watching the movie. We are halfway through the movie, when Elvis leans over whispers in my ear and says baby,you want to for a motorcycle ride? I leaned over and whispered in his ear. I said my love, yes, I would go on a motorcycle ride with you. I said my love let's get out of here before the boys see us. Elvis and I quietly got up holding hands and walked through the aisle and out the door of the private theater room and walked to the backdoor of the theater. Once we're

outside the theater we walk over to the Harley. Elvis gets on and I get on the Harley behind Elvis and put my hands around his waist and Elvis says Baby, you better hold on tight. And I said my love, I'm holding on tight. Elvis starts up the Harley, and we drove out of the parking lot and turned left onto the highway, we just flew down the highway towards the beach, just a cruise along on the Harley and while we're cruising Elvis turned on the radio and we heard Night Moves by Bob Seger, as we cruised along that highway down to the beach. I took my hands from around Elvis's waist and put them around his neck and gave Elvis a kiss on his cheek and held on to him as we were cruising along the highway. While we were cruising Elvis yelled, baby are you having a fantastic time? I yelled back at Elvis, my love, I'm having a fantastic time with you. After an hour ride on the Harley. we made it to the beach. Elvis parked the Harley right on the beach, turned off the Harley and got off the bike, turned to me. Elvis said baby,swing your leg over the bike. So I swung my right leg over the Harley and sat with my legs hanging off the side of the Harley. Elvis put his left arm under my legs and put his right arm on my back and carried me over to the ocean. Once, we got over the ocean, Elvis put me down and stood behind me and put his arms around my stomach and I leaned back and put my head on his shoulder and we both just stood there just looking at the ocean,the moon and the stars. Elvis started giving me sweet kisses on my neck. It was a perfect evening. After, we stood there just looking at the ocean,the moon and the stars. Elvis rooms his arms from around my stomach and turns me around to face him and puts his arms around me and we start passionately kissing each other on the beach under the moon and stars. Then Elvis decides he wants to be funny and start chasing me on the beach. While Elvis was chasing me around on the beach, we ended up calling down on the sand and we started talking and tickling each other, we started kissing each other passionately while lying on the sand. After 25 minutes of us just lying on the sand kissing each other passionately. I started messing with Elvis and Elvis said Baby, don't do that or I'm going to start chasing you again on the beach. And I said don't do this, I started tickling Elvis,which he really didn't like to be tickled. I kept on tickling him and then he said all right, baby you've asked for it, we got up and he started chasing me trying to get me back for tickling him and we ended up in the ocean. We started splashing water on each other and holding each other. And as we were holding each other, Elvis said Baby, I love you. I am so happy to be your husband. I wouldn't change our life together with Lisa for nothing. I completely love our life. I love you,Jennifer. I Said My love I am so happy to be your wife. I wouldn't change our life together with Lisa for nothing. I completely love our life. I love you,Elvis. I said My love, do you want to go skinny dipping in the ocean with me? Elvis said Baby, oh yes I do want to go skinny dipping in the ocean with you. We both took our clothes off and we both walked into the ocean. We swam around in the ocean, splashing each other with the water. We started holding each other and passionately kissing each other in the ocean under the full moon and the stars. It was the most romantic evening for us both,we just swam naked in the ocean under the full moon and stars. Elvis said I truly love you,baby. I love that you go along with all my spontaneous moments. I said I truly love you, my love. I love your spontaneous moments. I wouldn't change your spontaneous moments. I said My love, do you know what time it is? Elvis said Baby, It's still early, it's only 1:30am, we have all night to be with each other just swimming in the ocean under the full moon and stars. I said My love,you think the boys are getting worried about us by now. Elvis said Baby, Don't worry about the boys, this is our night together to be under the moon and stars being in each

other's arms. As we were just kissing each other passionately in the ocean,Elvis started singing love songs to me under the moon and stars. It was a magical night that I didn't want to end at all. After Elvis was finished singing to me under the moon. I put my arms around his neck and Elvis put his arms around my waist. With my arms around his neck, I whispered in his ear that I want him to take me there in the ocean under the moon and stars, I want to make love to you right here. Elvis whispered back in my ear saying Baby,I want to take you right now in the ocean under the moon and stars,I want to make love to you right here. Then Elvis picked me up out of the water and I wrapped my arms around his neck and I wrapped my legs around his waist and he slid his rising manhood inside of me and started thrusting back and forth inside of me and then he started thrusting back and forth inside of me harder and faster. I started screaming out in pleasure. I said Oh Elvis,Oh Elvis,please don't stop,please give it to me. Elvis moaned in pleasure. We both were in complete ecstasy. Our love making was going to new heights and places. We made love in the ocean under the moon and stars. Writer :Jennifer M Richardson

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sincerelyreidburke · 4 years

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Hey again! So like, you are under no obligation, and I send you too many asks anyway but... if you're down for writing Spencer's reaction to A FROSH GETTING EVAN THE AUDACITY I would be so pleased :) lol

First of all: you don’t send me too many asks. I believe the phrase you’re looking for is “I enable you to write fun things often”. Which is highly encouraged, in this establishment.

Second: yes. And for those who aren’t Via, let me enlighten you. Spencer is a Kiersey College drama club OC, part of the group of characters I created to enhance Quinn’s college drama club experience (and to have more fun on “Quinn Theatre Hours” Monday nights). You can read a comprehensive introduction to the drama club cast in this fic, which tells the story of the week leading up to Quinn’s casting in Dear Evan Hansen his freshman year.

Spencer is... hm, how shall we say. A giant asshole. He’s a junior theatre kid who fully expects that the role of Evan will land neatly in his lap. This ficlet depicts as much. It takes place pretty much simultaneously with the casting fic I linked to above.

This is also a precursor of sorts to a longer drama club fic, which I’m working on, that Via has also asked after. Stay tuned for that, because there is where you’ll see some serious, well... drama.

Until then: Spencer can choke. I’m entertained by the fact that I’m now being asked to write things from the point of view of the bully. Here’s what you asked for!

Today is going to be an amazing day.

And here’s why. Spencer has been waiting— all week, certainly, but also for months, even since the school year began, to see something he finally gets to see today. During all three of his years at Kiersey, the spring musical has been something to look forward to, but especially this year, with so much riding on it. Today, the cast list goes up for the biggest show of his life. Today, he confirms his place in a role he’s been dreaming of playing for months. Today, he starts to lead this year’s cast.

He knows that the show was chosen for him. Dr. C is notorious for it— she’s not shy about choosing shows based on who she has available for casting. It’s resourceful, Spencer has told her time and again; after all, you have to work with what you have. It’s like how she chose Book of Mormon last year for him— well, and for Reid, he guesses, but mostly for him. And how the director at his and Kelsie’s high school chose Thoroughly Modern Millie for the two of them their senior year.

He planted the seed for Dear Evan Hansen in Dr. C’s head last spring, an offhanded mention in a conversation, right around the time Book of Mormon was closing. He forwarded her a few articles over the summer, just to jog her interest, and he and Kelsie even went to New York to see the show in June, so he typed up a review and sent it her way. When he arrived on campus this past fall, he was thrilled to hear she’d taken his advice. It would be their spring 2018 show.

His audition went just as expected, and he read for Evan during his callback. So this morning, when he rolls out of bed at five-thirty sharp, it’s the first thing on his mind, without a doubt in it. Today is the day he starts being Evan Hansen.

He deserves this.

To start his great day, he grabs a morning workout, like always. In the gym, he sees one of the freshmen who auditioned, using an elliptical and wearing pink leggings. She has curly, golden blond hair piled into a high ponytail, full lips, and tan skin. Her name is… Maddie? Mallory? He isn’t sure, but what does it matter anyway. She was in callbacks with him last night, and she wasn’t projecting well.

So he doesn’t say hello, and doesn’t even think she’ll notice him until he passes her as he’s leaving. She’s refilling a water bottle with stickers all over it, and she waves. “Hey, Spencer.”

“Oh!” He pretends to be surprised. “Hi, Maddie.”

“Uh.” She chuckles a little, and shakes her head. “It’s— Maggie, actually.”

“Oh. Sorry about that.” He stops in front of her, and bends down— she’s a little short— to deliver a word for the wise. “Hey, by the way… don’t take it too hard if you aren’t cast in a bigger role today.” She arches an eyebrow, and he continues, because she ought to know. “There just aren’t a lot of roles that would fit… you, y’know?”

It doesn’t look like Maggie understands what he means, but she shrugs and folds her arms, all standoffish. “Well, good luck to you, too.”

“Thank you!” He flashes a smile. “It’s always great to see beginners joining the musical.”

Maggie purses her lips and scowls as he turns to go. Huh. What a bitch. He was only telling her what she needed to hear.

Well, it’s her loss. Freshmen rarely ever get speaking roles. And it’s not like Zoe is going to anybody besides Kelsie.

He texts his girlfriend on the way out of the gym. Kelsie is an early riser, too, but she doesn’t work out in the morning like he does. By now, in her morning routine, she’ll be through with her shower and doing her hair.

They meet for breakfast every morning, but this morning, it’ll be a quick affair. The cast list goes up at 9:00 sharp in the Beckett Performing Arts Center lobby, and they have every intention to be the first ones there.

So Spencer showers and gets dressed, donning a blue shirt for the occasion. He meets up with Kelsie in the lobby of their dorm, and they walk to the dining hall hand-in-hand, leaving right around 8:00. It’s sunny out today, but still freezing cold.

“So,” she asks him, as they stroll down the sidewalk. “Any bold predictions?” She pauses to grin and bump against his hip, as she adds, “Besides the obvious.”

Spencer beams. He loves their relationship for so many reasons, but especially because they support each other so well. “Well,” he begins, pulling his stocking cap down on his head. “I think Reid is a dead ringer for Jared.” Which will be easy, because although Reid is unfunny at best, Spencer is used to working with him; he got well accustomed to it on Book of Mormon.

“Oh, absolutely.” Kelsie nods. “And I think… Claire, as Heidi? I can’t be sure, but—” She pauses for an exaggerated eyeroll, which is absolutely warranted, because Claire is such a goody two-shoes it’s insufferable. “I know Dr. C likes giving her principal roles.”

“Which I, for one, do not understand,” he quips.

“Tell me about it.” Kelsie sighs, then shakes her head. “But I could see Claire going that way.”

“I could, as well.” He pauses, racks his brain of the names on the audition list. He checked it religiously, to see who was trying to get involved, even after he had secured his spot as first on the list. “And… hm… alright, I’m not saying I’d like to see Danny Cho as Larry, but given they didn’t run his part in callbacks at all last night…”

“Mm,” Kelsie hums. “I think you’re right. That’s a shame. His singing is suspect at best.”

“And his acting…” He sighs. “I hope he can pull it off.”

“Maybe he can.” Kelsie swings his hand a little, and they sidestep for a rushing student who must be late to their eight-AM class. When they regain sidewalk space, she looks to him, smoothing her bangs, and asks, “And Connor?...”

“Hm.” Spencer’s mind lands on someone, but it’s an underwhelming thought. “Cole?”

“Oh.” Kelsie pauses, like she forgot he existed. Which is easy to do, because Cole, the sophomore he’s thinking of, is quiet and irrelevant. Spencer was surprised to see him audition; he played guitar in the pit for Book of Mormon, and from there he always assumed he was a fly-under-the-radar type. But he read all of Connor’s parts in callbacks. “Well, he has the look.”

“It’s a typecast,” he agrees. “He seems… sketchy?”

“Right? Kind of a weirdo,” Kelsie says. She raises an eyebrow at him, and asks, “Do you think you could work with him?”

“Well, it isn’t like I’ll have much of a choice,” he remarks. “But who knows? Maybe someone else will get Connor.”

“Maybe.” Kelsie pauses, then smiles and says, “You can do it.”

He kisses her cheek, as they walk along. “Thank you.”

From there, they move onto a rehearsal schedule tangent. It’s not until they’re almost at the dining hall that casting gets brought up again. “What about that kid?” Kelsie asks, suddenly, almost laughing. “The really short one, the freshman? Could he beat out Cole or Danny?”

“Oh…” Spencer thinks he knows who she means. “Scarf kid?” When she nods, he laughs out loud. “I highly doubt he’ll be seeing the cast list. I mean, Kels, he’s a freshman.”

“That’s true.” She shrugs. “You did get Anthony freshman year, though…”

He straightens a little as he walks, because it still makes him proud to think about Sweeney Todd freshman year. “I reserve myself as a small exception to the rule.”

Kelsie grins. “You’re gonna be great, babe,” she says, and even though he knows he will be, it still feels nice to hear it.

Breakfast is very nice. He has scrambled eggs and sausage patties from the grill, and she has a fruit salad with unsweetened tea, in accordance with her New Year’s weight-loss diet. They have a breakfast table in the corner, by tradition, and they even see Reid when they’re in there. He’s eating with his girlfriend, and flashes jazz hands at the both of them, with a grin. “Happy casting day!”

Spencer wonders, just slightly, if Reid has seen the cast list yet. He may be a student, but he’s drama club president all the same, and maybe he has pre-existing knowledge. But on second thought, Spencer doesn’t think Dr. C would do that. She doesn’t even give him advance knowledge of casting, and he would venture to call himself her favorite student.

So he just waves to Reid, because he and Kelsie are on their way out. “Morning, Reid.” There’s something like a shit-eating grin on Reid’s face, so he can’t resist asking. “Have you seen the list yet?”

“Oh, yeah, dude!” Reid kicks back in his chair. “Didn’t you hear the good news? I’m Evan!”

Spencer’s soul leaves his body. “You— I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m so excited.” Reid smooths out his hair before he dusts off his graphic tee. “Tell me— do you think I’ll look good in striped blue?”

This is not real life. “You can’t be serious.”

“No, tell him, Bri!” Still grinning, Reid looks to his girlfriend, this chubby art student who always has ceramic work on display in the admissions lobby. “Weren’t we just discussing how lovely my angelic voice will sound on Words Fail?”

Bri nods, with her chin in her hands. “Oh, for sure.”

Reid throws his hands up, all smiles. “See?”

Kelsie steps forward, like she’s about to say something. And just as Spencer’s heart is set to beat out of his chest, Reid doubles over and bursts out laughing. “Jesus, Spencer,” he says, smacking the table. “I’m just fucking with you, dude. Could you not tell I was joking?”

“Well, he’s a little on edge,” Kelsie cuts in. “We both are.”

Reid shrugs, putting his hands behind his head like his dining hall chair is actually a lounge chair on the beach. “Well,” he remarks. “I have seen the list, but it’s not up for another…” He glances at the big clock on the wall in the dining room. “Fourteen minutes, so you won’t hear any leaks from me.”

“Wait, really?” he asks. “Have you actually seen it.”

Reid shrugs, making a face like he’s just been instructed to ‘do a silly one’ in a family portrait.

Spencer hates Reid Burke. He’s never really been sure about this fact until today. It’s partly the fact that Reid is still kind of grinning, like this is some big joke— Reid treats everything like a big joke— and partly the fact that he knows, even if he resorted to groveling (which he will not), that he truly won’t get any leaks out of him. Even with fifteen minutes left until he’ll see it himself, it’s tantalizing to know that Reid is sitting right here with full knowledge of the cast, and won’t say a word.

And by the way, what the hell, Dr. C? Since when does she leak the cast list to students?

But standing here being mad at Reid isn’t going to make the list go up faster, so he rolls his eyes, as Reid zips his lips, and says, “Well, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye,” Kelsie adds, like she is less than enthused that she wasted three minutes of her life on this useless conversation. Which is exactly how Spencer feels.

“Idiot,” he mutters, as they walk away, and doesn’t even care if he’s in earshot. “He almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Spence,” Kelsie says, taking his hand to squeeze it. “You know you have nothing to worry about.”

“I know,” he replies, because she’s right, “but what’s up with Dr. C letting Reid see the list early? How does that work? I practically picked the show—”

“It’s bullshit,” she replies, as they bust their breakfast trays. “You should say something to her, later.”

“I think I will,” he says. He’s already planning what he’ll say, as they leave the dining hall and head at a brisk pace in the direction of Beckett. It’s a quick walk, fueled by both of their adrenaline, and when they reach the double doors, Spencer takes one last breath of crisp winter air before walking inside.

Dr. C is in the lobby, crossing from the direction of Beck 1C, where the board is, back toward her office. She’s in a multicolored knit sweater, and she holds her head high, a surefire sign she just did something important. “Good morning, Dr. C,” he says, with a chipper wave. “Is the list up? We wanted to be the first ones to see it.”

“Yes.” Dr. C nods, adjusting her glasses as she stops a moment to talk to them. “It was definitely difficult to cast, and… some people may not be happy, but it’s the best fitting for the programme, as we say.”

Her wording is cryptic, but it always is. Two and a half years in her inner circle, and he knows her well. “Ah, I’m sure you picked the right people,” he says, with a wink.

Dr. C looks between him and Kelsie, then nods. “I’m confident I did,” she says, and it gives him an extra thrill of excitement. A quick glance to Kelsie and she’s smiling like she won the lottery. “Have a nice morning, you two!” Dr. C says, as she starts for her office again.

Kelsie blows her a kiss, and Spencer waves. When they meet eyes again, he takes her hand, and looks to the corner where the bulletin board is.

“Ready?” she asks him.

It’s time.

“Never more ready,” he replies, and together, they walk to the board with its promised sheet of paper.

The anticipation is adrenaline enough. Spencer knows what he’ll find on the list, but is still eager to get to it, to see his name at the top. They round the corner, and there’s the list, fresh white against the board’s maroon paper base. It’s only a few more steps.

When they get there, Kelsie sees it first. She leans forward, then recoils, like she’s been burned. “What?!” she cries, loud enough to be heard inside the actual auditorium.

“Kels? What’s wrong?” He wonders if Claire beat her out for Zoe. He consults the list to investigate, and— and— oh.

Right around then is when the world stops turning.

“Quinn Cooper?” Kelsie is staring at the list, her arms crossed over her chest, a permanent scowl etched on her perfect face. “The scarf freshman? Are they kidding?”

Spencer feels frozen. He stares at the list in disbelief, reads it up and down again and again. He feels like he’s been standing here for twenty minutes, but it’s probably only been two or three.

DEAR EVAN HANSEN

Cast & Crew List

Evan Hansen: Quinn Cooper

Connor Murphy: Cole Kolinsky

Zoe Murphy: Claire Deshaies

Heidi Hansen: Allison Halterman

Larry Murphy: Daniel Cho

Jared Kleinman: Reid Burke

Cynthia Murphy: Kelsie Wilkes

Alana Beck: Maggie Atkins

U/S Evan: Spencer Bergen

It’s fake. One of Reid’s practical jokes. They’re all out to play a big junior-year prank on him. Everyone is in on it. Including the scarf freshman.

There’s. No. Way.

“This is—” Kelsie sputters, then shakes her head. “I can’t believe this.”

“I won’t believe this,” he says, speaking for the first time since he saw the list. “There has to be some kind of mistake.”

“Um, I would sure hope so,” she says, popping the p in ‘hope’. “This is— this is a joke.”

Quinn Cooper. The freshman the size of a hobbit. Who wears scarves to every drama club meeting. Who’s barely been at Kiersey for half a year. Who just stole the role of his dreams right out from under him.

Spencer absolutely cannot believe this. “I have to talk to Dr. C,” he says, and it’s more an out-loud realization than anything, but he turns on his heel and marches straight for her office as soon as the words are out. “Like. Right now.”

But talking to Dr. C is a useless affair. “I work with what I’m given, Spencer,” she says, sitting behind her desk like some kind of supervillain, more closed-off to him than he’s ever seen her. “The cast may not look exactly how you imagined it, but some of the newer students showed real promise this year.”

“But Dr. C—” He paces in front of her desk. “I suggested the show. I practiced all summer. I thought for sure—”

“Spencer, I chose the show on my own accord,” she says, evenly. “It’s true I take input from students, but that has no bearing on my casting decisions.”

He throws his hands in the air. “But you have to see how this is unfair to me—”

“I think,” she cuts in, in this icy tone that’s usually reserved for people who fuck up majorly, and never for him, not in his entire time at Kiersey, “that once you see how the cast falls together, you’ll respect the casting decisions I made as your director.”

He sputters and rants, but he doesn’t dare disrespect her, no matter how much she’s betrayed him.

And so it goes. He’s lost out on his role, in his spring musical, to some no-name freshman who probably can’t even belt.

And just in case there needed to be a cherry on top, he’s his understudy. Of all things. How humiliating.

Spencer’s life is over.

It’s not until much later that day, when he’s sulking in Kelsie’s dorm room, mourning his lost musical season, that the idea for a solution crosses his mind.

It’s sort of her idea, but sort of his. She, at least, brings it up. “Spence,” she says, nudging his arm. He’s been scrolling mindlessly through Twitter for who knows how long, while she flips through her newly acquired script. “Y’know… you’re his understudy.”

“Well, jeez, Kels, I hadn’t noticed,” he snaps, dropping his phone onto the bed. “Thanks for reminding me.”

“That wasn’t my point,” she replies, scowling. “What I meant was… you’re his understudy.”

He knows she isn’t stupid enough to say the same thing twice over, so he tries to read her meaning. She’s gesturing, like she wants him to get it, and on top of the day he’s had, he doesn’t appreciate being made to feel like an idiot. He’s about to tell her as much when something dawns on him.

Something in the form of very, very useful knowledge. “And that means…” he says. “I perform if he can’t.”

A wise smile crosses Kelsie’s face. “Exactly.”

“So all we have to do is…” He nods. It’s taking shape in his head now. His spring musical season may not be completely lost.

Kelsie’s fingernails dance over his knee. “You’re getting it.”

“Figure out a way to inhibit his ability to perform,” he finishes. He loves her so much. “Kels. You’re right.”

“I’m right?” Her smile goes innocent. “What are you talking about, babe? That was all your idea.”

For the first time since before the saw the list, he smiles, too. He wonders if he looks as conniving as he feels. “I might be able to figure this out,” he says.

“That you might,” she replies, with a nod. “All we have to do is figure out what that looks like.”

To save his musical, Spencer is very much willing to figure that out.

#ficlet #quinn theatre hours #mini quinny #by extension #fuck spencer's rights!#kiersey drama club #drama club drama #the insanely cool reid burke #kiersey college #mel writes

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theycallmegothboy · 3 years

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1-100 >:DDDD REVENGE!!!

FELIXXXXXXXXXXXX >:(( 1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? -spotify 2. is your room messy or clean? -it’s pretty messy i guess 3. what color are your eyes? -blue and grey

4. do you like your name? why? -yeah it’s fine 5. what is your relationship status? -single 6. describe your personality in 3 words or less -certified intrusive thot 7. what color hair do you have? -brown and rn it’s red 8. what kind of car do you drive? color? -i dont have a car 9. where do you shop? -hot topic, goodwill, target 10. how would you describe your style? -comfy emo 11. favorite social media account -of mine, probably discord or youtube 12. what size bed do you have? -twin >:(( 13. any siblings? -i have 1.5 brothers 14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? -probably vancouver, idk canada seems lit 15. favorite snapchat filter? -i like the one with devil horns and a tail but its cute 16. favorite makeup brand(s) -i dont wear makeup 17. how many times a week do you shower? -i used to shower every day, but i dont do anything that gets me dirty so like maybe 3 times but if i leave the house then i shower 18. favorite tv show? -stranger things 19. shoe size? -8 or 9 20. how tall are you? -5′6 with shoes >:(( 21. sandals or sneakers? -sneakers wtf 22. do you go to the gym? -lol no 23. describe your dream date -making some pie or something together and then eating the pie and then sitting on some rooftop looking at stars 24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? -quite a bit actually but i’m saving up for a phone lol so soon it will be like maybe 10 dollars lmao 25. what color socks are you wearing? -not wearing socks but the ones i had earlier were white (ankle length) 26. how many pillows do you sleep with? -just one but it sucks 27. do you have a job? what do you do? -NO BUT IM TRYING TO GET A JOB BUT THE FUCKIN PEOPLE THERE ARE GHOSTING ME AND WONT REPLY TO MY EMAILS SO LIKE SBJHBJS 28. how many friends do you have? -like 4 lmao 29. whats the worst thing you have ever done? -idk nothing super bad but i do a lot of small shit that makes me feel guilty when i realize what i did 30. whats your favorite candle scent? -juniper rosewood 31. 3 favorite boy names -leo, clay, charlie 32. 3 favorite girl names -ivy, uh... idk thats all ive got 33. favorite actor? -no clue 34. favorite actress? -no clue 35. who is your celebrity crush? -not a celeb but i’d smash danny phantom 36. favorite movie? -nightmare before christmas or edward scissorhands 37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? -no, but my fav book is probably the prince and the pauper? idk 38. money or brains? -CASH MONEYYYY jk probably brains but if your entire personality is being “smart” like fuck off lmao 39. do you have a nickname? what is it? - a bunch of people call me son (see #49, #100), some call me rat, dumdum, goth boy

40.how many times have you been to the hospital? -just once i think when i was birthed. i also went once with my brother cause he kicked some scissors i left out on the floor and it sliced his toe the fuck open and he needed stitches and i watched him get the stitches and almost passed out :/ 41. top 10 favorite songs -please dont make me do this i dont have it in me 42. do you take any medications daily? -yea i take 20mg of vyvanse but i need to get it raised to 30 cause 20 is Not Enough 43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) -i got some dry fuckin skin yall dont even know 44. what is your biggest fear? -it depends. the dark is a pretty constant one though 45. how many kids do you want? -like 2 or 3 eventually 46. whats your go to hair style? -in my face, looking stupid 47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) -it’s pretty small 48. who is your role model? -i dont fuckin know lmao 49. what was the last compliment you received? - “i belive in you, my son, you’re an amazing human being“ (same friend mentioned in #100, not actually a parent of mine) 50. what was the last text you sent? -”no it’s a raccoon“ YOU GET NO CONTEXT LMAO 51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? -i dont think i ever hardcore believed in him, maybe i did though i remember sleeping under the tree one christmas eve waiting for him but i was like “oh yeah that makes sense“ i guess 52. what is your dream car? -i honestly dont give a shit as long as it actually fucking works 53. opinion on smoking? -cigarettes? fuck no that’s nastyyy. weed? that’s fine i guess but wait till you’re like 18. 54. do you go to college? -no. am sophomore n highschool 55. what is your dream job? -musician/palentologist 56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? -fuck the suburbs lmao, but also im tired of rural, so like.. semi urban?? 57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? -no but i take the little soaps >:)) 58. do you have freckles? -yes 59. do you smile for pictures? -awkwardly, yes 60. how many pictures do you have on your phone? -dont have a phone but i have like 12 on my computer currently. 4 are of me, the rest are of my cat or random shit 61. have you ever peed in the woods? -yes 62. do you still watch cartoons? -cartoons these days kinda suck but like if they were good fuck yeah i would like gravity falls can come hang yknow? 63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? -i had nuggets from mcdonalds today so i guess them? i dont really care 64. Favorite dipping sauce? -i got sweet and sour but i dont like it that much. that schezuan sauce was great 65. what do you wear to bed? -wouldnt you like to know? ;)) 66. have you ever won a spelling bee? -NO ive only been in two. the first one i misspelled the word “turmoil“ cause i had never heard it before and the second one i spelled the word “owed“ as “ode“ cause i was thinking like ode to joy and then i felt like a big Fool afterwards :(( 67. what are your hobbies? -lol what hobbies 68. can you draw? -i am physically able to draw, but not well, no 69 (haha). do you play an instrument? -yeah i play a few 70. what was the last concert you saw? -i saw Chicago in either georgia or tennessee i cant remember in like 2016 71. tea or coffee? -hot coffee, iced tea. NOT the other way around. (i love both though) 72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? -starbucks 73. do you want to get married? -sure why not 74. what is your crush’s first and last initial? -dont have a crush 75. are you going to change your last name when you get married? -idk maybe 76. what color looks best on you? -i dont know but i wear black a lot and that’s pretty dope 77. do you miss anyone right now? -yeah 78. do you sleep with your door open or closed? -closed 79. do you believe in ghosts? -on the fence. not 100% “oh my god look at these gHoSt oRbS i need to sage my house!!!“ but i accept that there’s some things i wont understand about the world and that i have no answers to. i wouldnt be surprised if there are, and i wouldnt be surprised if there aren’t. 80. what is your biggest pet peeve? -whatever my adhd decides i viscerally hate with a firey passion right at that moment 81. last person you called -my brother (the 1 of the 1.5 from #13 and the one who sliced his toe in #40) 82. favorite ice cream flavor? -chocolate is dope 83. regular oreos or golden oreos? -regular double stuff. if you say golden, mint, peppermint, or thin oreos i’m gonna have to euthanize you, i dont make the rules. 84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? -rainbow cause it’s prettier 85. what shirt are you wearing? -queen shirt from hot topic 86. what is your phone background? -i didnt get a phone between question 60 and now but my computer one is some mountains with the moon in the background 87. are you outgoing or shy? -really depends on who i’m around 88. do you like it when people play with your hair? -YES FUCK AAAAAAA (this girl played with my hair literally once in middle school and i was like oh shit and i had a crush on her until the end of middle school true story,,, so ashley if you’re out there-) 89. do you like your neighbors? -to the left they’re fine and their dog is nice but idk what happened to the horses so that’s sus but that’s where our cat came from so they can hang guess, behind me they’re fine but their boys are loud, to the right they’re fine, and even further to the right are the dope neighbors and waaaaaaaaaay far to the right is a llama and he’s dope as hell 90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? -whenever the fuck i remember to/have the energy 91. have you ever been high? -i dont think so but i wouldnt put it past myself 92. have you ever been drunk? -not that i can remember, no 93. last thing you ate? -sloppy joe from a can 94. favorite lyrics right now -”not gonna waste my life, cause i’ve been fucked up“ 95. summer or winter? -fall. fuck you 96. day or night? -night but i like it when it’s actually night and it doesnt get dark at like 4 fucking pm cause that makes me depressed 97. dark, milk, or white chocolate? -dark is good, milk is fine, white is only suitable for fancy stripes on chocolate covered strawberries 98. favorite month? -i vibe with september 99. what is your zodiac sign -sagittarius (was almost a scorpio but i was holding out >:))) 100. who was the last person you cried in front of? -in person, my mom like 6 months ago, on a discord call, my friend (i love you by the way, you’re the best,,, i dont think he has tumblr but im just putting it out there) like a month or so ago. i hate crying in front of people, i turn into such a hyperventilating snot monster which is not suitable for human gaze and thats the real tea :/

felix this took like 2 hours of my life i will never get back i hate you and i hope you’re happy with what you’ve done <3 <3

also anyone who wants to stalk me, enjoy this information that im handing to you on a silver platter :)) <3

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stateofloveandnegan · 4 years

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Broken Ankle II - Richard Madden

If any of you would like a third part, let me know in the comments!

Requested by: no one

Part one / Part two / Part three

The next morning, I wake up with quite a lot of pain in my leg. I struggle and wince as I try to get out of bed. After a minute or two, I make it out and grab the crutches before making my way towards the bathroom to get some painkillers.

After taking them, I freshen myself up and grab my phone. I’ve got some messages, one of them putting a smile on my face.

Richard:

Good morning, (Y/N).

I hope you got some rest after yesterday.

Sent 9:11am

I take a seat on the edge of my bed and type out my response.

You:

Morning, Richard.

I did, I slept like a baby :)

How did you sleep?

Sent 9:36am

After sending the message, I go to my contacts and call my dad. With my leg like this, I can’t really dress myself. I mean, I can dress my upper body, but putting on a pair of sweats is harder than it seems with a casted leg.

My dad answers the phone almost immediately and tells me he’s already on his way to my room. I smile and end the call before putting my phone down, taking a not so charming, but comfy pair of sweats than I can fit over my leg.

A minute later my dad knocks on my door and I make my way towards it, taking a little longer than expected. “Sorry, I’m not quite used to these crutches yet.”

My dad simply chuckles, “It’s alright, darling. Take all the time you need, no need to rush.” Once I open the door, he smiles and comes in, closing the door behind him. “How did you sleep? Did it hurt?”

“I slept well. It didn’t hurt before, but now it does quite a bit. I’ve already taken some painkillers and got out some sweats I think will fit. Could you help with them?” I ask with a sheepish smile on my face. My dad smiles and nods. I go and sit on the bed so my dad can help me better, and much to our surprise, we manage to get the sweats on quite fast.

Together, we make our way downstairs, where we’ll have breakfast. “Did you already think about what we’ll do now?” I ask once we’re seated. My dad sighs a little, “Yeah. I’m afraid you can’t go with me on the bike, so we’ll have to book you a flight to get home.”

I sigh and look down, “I know. I don’t want to leave yet, though.” At that moment, my phone buzzes and I receive a text from Richard. A smile enters my face without my knowledge and when I look up at my dad, he has a funny grin on his face. “Did you and Richard have fun last night on the balcony?”

I blush and look down, “He’s just really nice, dad. He gave me his number before he and his mum left last night. He said that if we are to stay a little longer, he’d like to show me around a bit. He knows a lot of nice places in the area.”

“I’ve got an idea.” My dad says after a couple of minutes. I look up, taking a bite from my croissant, and nod so he’ll continue. “How about I go home by myself tomorrow. You can stay here for as long as you want, when you want to go home, you can ring me and I can book you a flight home.”

My eyes widen in surprise, I never expected my dad to be okay with something like that, I wouldn’t even have dared to propose that myself. Even though I’m twenty-three, my dad is still pretty protective. And honestly, I’m glad he is, it just means he cares a lot and doesn’t want me to get hurt.

“Are you serious?” I start, a smile spreading across my face, “That sounds like an amazing idea!”

My dad chuckles and reaches over the table to give my hand a soft squeeze. “I noticed how happy you were last night and figured it was because of Richard. I want you to enjoy this trip even with your leg like this.”

I smile at my dad, happier than ever to have him with me right now. “You are the best, dad.”

My dad just smiles and we both continue eating our breakfast. After breakfast we go back to our rooms for a bit. I grab my phone to see what Richard sent me earlier, excited to tell him the news.

Richard:

I slept very well, thanks for asking :)

Do you have any plans today?

Sent 10:01am

You:

I’m going to help my dad a little with packing some bags.

Sent 10:26am

Almost immediately, Richard answers.

Richard:

That means you’re leaving, then?

Sent 10:27am

You:

My dad, yes. He’s going back home tomorrow.

I’m not going home yet :)

Sent 10:27am

Richard:

What do you mean you’re not going home yet?

Isn’t your dad going home, because you broke your ankle?

Sent 10:28am

Instead of typing out my response, I click on his contact and call his number. I’m quite nervous about it, but I can’t really think about that, because before I know it, Richard has picked up. “(Y/N)?”

“Hey, yeah. I figured it’d be easier to tell you on the phone. My dad is going home, because I broke my ankle, yes. I can’t go home with him on the bike, so he said he’ll book me a flight. But he also said that if I wanted to stay a little longer, to… well,” I say, the nerves coming up as I say the next words, a blush creeping up on my face. “To spend some time with you, I could. I can give him a call if I want to go home and then he’ll book me a flight as soon as possible.”

“Really? That’s great!” Richard says, seemingly very happy about it. I chuckle softly, smiling brightly. “Yeah, I never expected that from him, but I’m really thankful for it.”

“I take it you’ll be spending your day with your dad?” He asks softly. “Yeah, he’ll leave tomorrow morning. So today will be packing backs and maybe going into town for a bit.”

Richard smiles, an idea popping up into his mind. “If you’d like, I can take you out for breakfast, tomorrow morning?”

I smile at the idea of having breakfast with him. My dad’s going to leave very early in the morning anyways, so I can easily get some breakfast with Richard. “I’d really like that, Richard.”

“I can pick you up at 9:15?” he proposes, and I tell him that that sounds perfect. “Have fun today and be careful with your ankle.”

“I will, Richard, don’t worry.” I say with a smile on my face, flattered that he cares. “I’ll talk to you later.”

Richard and I each say goodbye and we hang up. As soon as I do so, I get up from my seat and make my way over to my dad’s room so I can help him pack his bags. Later that day, my dad and I go into town to grab dinner at a nice Italian restaurant. The time flies and before we know it, we’re already back in bed.

I’m not super tired yet, so I grab my phone and send Richard a text.

You:

Hey,

How was your day?

Sent 11:26pm

I grab the remote of the tv and turn it on, surfing through some channels before ending up with Intouchables.

Richard:

Hey there,

My day’s been pretty active.

My mum and I have been working on the garden.

Was your day nice?

Sent 11:28pm

You:

That sounds quite fun.

is it beginning to look good?

My day’s been really nice,

My dad and I went into town, did some shopping,

After that we had dinner at this really nice Italian place.

Sent 11:29pm

Richard:

Yeah, it’s beginning to look really cosy and all beautiful!

That sound really nice.

What time will he leave tomorrow?

Sent 11:29pm

You:

That’s good :)

He’ll leave around 8.

Sent 11:29pm

Richard:

That’s pretty early.

Wish him a good trip from me?

Sent 11:30pm

You:

I will.

I’m going to watch a film now,

if that’s okay.

Sent 11:30pm

Richard:

Of course that’s okay!

I’ll see you tomorrow,

Good night, (Y/N).

Sent 11:31pm

I smile at my phone at quickly reply with a ‘Good night, Richard.’ before putting my phone away and shifting my attention to the tv.

The next morning, I help my dad get ready and when he’s gone, I go back upstairs, clumsily take a shower and get ready for breakfast with Richard. Yesterday I bought a nice pair of pants, wide enough to go over the cast on my leg, and very nice.

I mean, I want to look at least a little presentable when I’m with Richard… I do want to make an impression on him.

Suddenly a tiny blush creeps onto my face and I start getting a little nervous. It’s already 9 o’clock and Richard will be here very soon. I look in the mirror and I’m happy with what I see, even though one of my feet look stupid.

I texted Richard earlier that I’d be waiting outside the B&B on a bench, so that’s where I’m sitting right now, the crutches resting against the bench beside me. Not much later, a familiar figure walks up to me, he’s wearing nice black pants with a pair of very neat black shoes underneath them. On top of that, he’s wearing a good fitted black t-shirt with a brown corduroy jacket.

I grab the crutches and get up from the bench, smiling at him. “Good morning.”

“Hey there, good morning.” He smiles and to my surprise, he plants a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Shall we?”

“Yeah, let’s go. I’m quite hungry.” I smile, my cheeks covered in a light tint of red as we start walking. “Did you come here walking?”

Richard looks at me sideways, “Yeah, it’s not too far. Was about a fifteen-minute walk.”

“That’s where your mum lives, right?” I ask, looking at him for a moment before looking back out front to see where I’m going.

He smiles, “Yeah, it’s where I grew up as well.” He looks around him as we walk and that gives me the opportunity to study him for a moment, careful not to stumble as I do so. Richard isn’t super tall; his height is perfect.

He has a light stubble on his chin, and it suits him amazingly. The small curls on his head are endearing and sexy at the same time, but the thing that’s definitely sexy about his hair, is that grey streak.

We soon reach a nice place and Richard leads me inside, finding a nice table out on the terrace. “You comfortable?” he asks once I’m seated. I smile and nod, “Yeah, I am.” Richard grabs my crutches and gently lays them down beside us on the ground.

A young, nice-looking boy comes to our table, kindly offering us the menus. “Good morning, Richard. Can I get you the usual drink?” he asks, smiling happily at Richard. Richard chuckles softly, “No, thank you, Danny. I’ve got to give it some thought today, that good?”

The boy, Danny, smiles and nods, leaving us be. I look at Richard, raising one eyebrow in curiosity. He chuckles, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. “I always come here to get a nice cup of coffee in the morning. Danny always works on the weekends.”

“He seems really sweet.” I smile at him, looking over at Danny for a moment as he walks about on the terrace. “He is, yeah. When I’m not here, he always makes sure to bring my mother something for lunch. He truly is an amazing young boy.”

I look at Richard, smiling as he looks at Danny, then back at me. “They’ve got some killer pancakes here.” He suddenly speaks, a grin on his face. “Oh yeah? I guess I’m gonna have to try those, then.”

Richard laughs softly and nods, “You definitely should, they’re amazing.”

Not much later, Richard and I are both digging into our pancakes, and as he said: they’re amazing. If it’s silent, because we’re eating or just because we’re quiet, it’s always a comfortable silence. I’ve never had something like this with someone I just met, but it just feels so at ease, so comforting.

I catch Richard looking at me every now and every time it happens, my heart flutters a little and my smile grows fonder. “You look really nice, (Y/N). I don’t think I’ve told you that before, have I?”

A tiny blush creeps up on my face and I shake my head, “No, you haven’t. Thank you, though. I tried my best to look at least decent enough.” I chuckle softly and Richard smiles, “You look much better than just decent.”

I smile at how sweet he is, “You look very nice yourself, Richard. Thank you for taking me out here.”

After we finish the pancakes, we both order a cup of coffee, enjoying each other’s presence. “Do you still live with your parents?” Richard asks and I shake my head, “I moved out very recently. I’ve got my own little apartment now, it’s still kind of a work in progress, but it’s beginning to feel more like home every time I’m there.”

“I know what you mean.” He smiles, “It’s nice to have your own place, though, isn’t it?” I nod at his question, “As much as I love to be around my parents, I definitely needed my own place.”

We both laugh and enjoy our cup of coffee. Once we’re both finished, Richard offers to pay, being the gentleman he is, and soon we’re on our feet again. We’re walking towards the city centre, because Richard wanted to show me where he had his first job when he was younger.

As we’re walking, Richard eventually breaks the comfortable silence with his slightly rough, yet gentle voice. “(Y/N), I just want to be sure…” he starts, and I raise my brows in curiosity at his tone, “but you’re not currently seeing anyone, are you?”

I blush and shake my head, “I’m not, don’t worry.” Richard lets out a happy sigh and smiles, causing me to gently bite down on the inside of my cheek.

They day goes by much too fast. Richard and I went out for lunch as well and an hour before dinner time, his mum called him, saying she had made dinner for us. Dinner with the two of them was amazing and delicious, but unfortunately now it’s time to go back.

“I’ll be out for a bit again, mum.” Richard calls to his mother and she smiles, I thank her for the amazing food and bid her a good night before walking out of the house with Richard behind me.

It’s a little colder than before, and since I forgot to take a jacket with me, Richard gently puts his around my shoulders. I put my arms through the sleeves and chuckle, “It’s much too big.”

“It’s cute.” Richard smiles and winks at me. I blush at his comment and we start making our way back to the b&b.

A couple of minutes later, we cross a nice ice cream parlor and I walk towards it. “C’mon, what would you like?” I ask Richard with a smile. “Strawberry, please.”

I order one Strawberry cone for Richard and a Stracciatella one for myself, paying for them as Richard takes them. We go to a little bench nearby and sit down, since I can’t walk with those crutches and eat the ice cream at the same time.

“Cheers.” Richard and I both say at the same time and we laugh softly before beginning to eat our ice cream. It’s very lovely and I snuggle into Richard’s jacket as the wind gets a little harsher.

“This is probably gonna sound like a ridiculous idea, so please tell me what you really think about it.” Richard speaks once we both finish our cone and I turn to look at him. “I was thinking, because there isn’t much more to do around here than what we did today… Would you like to come to London with me?”

My eyes widen a little at his question, but I almost immediately nod my head, “I’d love that!”

There’s a twinkle in Richard’s eyes and he smiles happily, “I can come tomorrow and help you pack your bags? If you want, we can leave in the afternoon. I’ve got my car here, so we don’t have to worry about public transport.”

“That sounds really good.” I smile as Richard helps me stand up again before we continue our walk to the b&b.

Once we get there, Richard helps me up to my room and smiles as he takes a look around. “I’ve crossed this building so many times, yet this is the first time I’ve ever came inside.” He chuckles softly and I smile. “Thank you for walking me back. And for everything we did today, I had a really good time. I’m really looking forward to going to London with you.”

He smiles and steps a little closer to me, “Me too, I hope I can make up for the shitty outcome of the trip with your dad.”

“You’re already doing an amazing job at that.” I blush lightly and look up at him, my breath catching slightly in my throat once I realise how close he is. “You’re absolutely beautiful, (Y/N). And definitely one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met.”

Richard’s voice is low and soft as he slowly brings his hand up to gently caress my face. I swallow softly, staring into his ocean blue eyes. “Does my age bother you in any way?” he asks a little unsurely, looking into my eyes for an answer. I shake my head, “It doesn’t, Rich.”

The insecurity leaves Richard’s eyes and he smiles, moving his face closer to mine. “May I?”

I don’t answer him with words, instead I move up a little and press our lips together, and I can feel him smiling against my lips before he starts kissing me back.

It’s a very innocent, yet passionate kiss. I’ve always wondered how it would feel to kiss someone and really mean it at the same time, and now I realise it’s better than anything I’ve ever imagined.

We break apart after a couple of minutes, cheeks flushed and both out of breath. Our foreheads are pressed together. “Good night, (Y/N). I’ll be here at around 11 tomorrow, that good?”

I smile and peck his lips once more, “Sounds good. Good night, Rich.”

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First off thank you SO SO SO much once again for Danny! 🙊🙏 I genuinely had the biggest smile on my face reading your headcanons for him! I would like to request for my #1 BAE though, please! I would certainly like some sweet, adorable headcanons for Nolan Sorrento (It doesn't have to be Birthday Specific-! 😉 but if it had birthday elements...?)? I think he deserves all the fluff and love 💙💜🙏 Thank you so much! You're a real one! ❤😘🥰

Gurl!! thank you so much for another request! This is my first time writing for Nolan, so I hope I did okay ... (I probably shouldn’t say this, but I still haven’t seen Ready Player One yet, so I used your work and the, like, 2 other Nolan fics on this site to get an idea of how to write him lol.)

Nolan Sorrento x Reader Birthday HCs

So Nolan definitely wants to spoil you so much for your birthday. You’re his best gal (his only gal, really, and he makes sure you know it) and you deserve everything. If he could literally give you everything, then he would. This is also because he likes showing off how much money he has lol.

The morning of your birthday, you are SHOWERED with gifts. Like, hundreds of roses, tons of balloons (the really cool ones that are like clear, but they have things like confetti and smaller balloons inside them), breakfast in bed, champagne — YES CHAMPAGNE FOR BREAKFAST — and a morning birthday gift. Your gift is probably something expensive and vintage. Maybe a really nice old watch, a tennis bracelet (ALL THOSE DIAMONDSSSS), or something along those lines.

If you’re not living together (which he insists that you SHOULD BE since it would make it EASIER to celebrate your birthday together), then he has all the flowers, gifts, food, etc. delivered to your apartment. If he’s working then he’ll make sure to call you the moment you wake up to wish you a happy birthday. If he isn’t working, then he’ll be showing up at your apartment first thing in the morning to present the gift to you himself, give you a kiss, and share some champagne with you.

He tries so hard to get the entire day off (really, the entire week, since he thinks you deserve a whole week of festivities), but he can’t just go traipsing off whenever he feels like it since he’s, you know, the CEO of IOI. But he does manage to get people to cover for him for at least half the day. So he leaves you at your apartment with the promise of a wonderful birthday celebration once he’s back home.

A few hours after breakfast, he has brand new clothes delivered to your apartment. The first is your lunch outfit, which is something classy but beautiful. Colors that compliment your skin tone and bring out the brightness in your eyes, fabric that drapes around your legs and arms, a cut that hugs your shape in just the right way. He has your favorite food delivered to your apartment for lunch, since he can’t be there, but he makes sure to send it with more roses, another small gift (probably a necklace or maybe something a little racier like a cute bustier), and more champagne.

You’re wondering if he really expects that you finished the entire first bottle by yourself, but then you realize that he’s just showing off his wealth. He manages to call you during lunch and you share a few moments talking. You thank him for his generosity and ask him when he’s going to be home. He says that he’ll be home before dinner, but he wants you to have a good time without him.

Then a few hours before he shows up, another package of clothing is delivered. This one is a very nice, slinky dress with all sorts of sparkles and gauzy fabric and it’s beautiful and expensive and wow there are also shoes and earrings and you realize all his other gifts from earlier in the day go perfectly with this evening dress. You feel like a walking, talking diamond by the time you’re done getting dressed. He’s so over-the-top, it’s ridiculous. And adorable.

Nolan shows up at the apartment dressed in an extremely expensive suit, ANOTHER FREAKING BOUQUET OF FLOWERS, and a bottle of wine (one from his own, very old collection and the bottle probably costs more than every single piece of clothing he’s ever bought for you). You share a glass of wine together on your couch, talking about his day at work. He’d rather talk to you about your day though. He likes to point out that you’re wearing the dress and jewelry he bought you. You admit that you really love everything he bought you, even if it was “too expensive.”

Since you’re all dressed up, you figure you’re going out somewhere. “Where are we going?” you ask him. He says that it’s a surprise, and you can’t really pry him for information since he is really good at keeping secret information safe, especially when it comes to you. His investors don’t like it when he spills secrets, so he’s learned to keep a tight lip about secrets and big events, so there’s no way he’s going to slip up on your birthday plans.

So he whisks you away and the real surprise is when you turn up to HIS apartment. Which isn’t bad, really. It’s huge and nicely decorated (except for his little “man cave” which is full of vintage items from his childhood, really dorky memorabilia, and obsolete electronics). You’re surprised to see that the lights are turned down in the living room and dining room, there are lit candles all around, and soft music playing. It’s probably something romantic but also …like, from the late 90s or early 2000s because this is one big Nostalgia Boi. (Claims to be a 90s kid even though he literally did NOT grow up in the 90s, what is he even doing.)

You are more than surprised (stunned, astonished, gobsmacked?) to see that there is a beautiful dinner waiting for you there!! Nolan is more than ready to take credit for it seeing as how touched you are, but let’s face it — this techno-CEO has nowhere near the cooking skills of Danny Rayburn, so he did not cook this elegant meal. He did attempt one, but it burned … and tasted like nothing but salt and sadness … so it was thrown away and he hired someone to come over and cook a delicious, expensive meal for you. There are two place settings at his table, framed with candles and crystal dishes, goblets, rose petals, etc.

You sit down and enjoy dinner with your man, drinking more wine (he’s even brought out a larger selection from his private wine collection so you can sample some of his more expensive tastes, which are so expensive, oh my gosh, why is anyone paying this much for fermented grape juice?). You eat dinner and you talk. You want to ask him more about work, but he pushes for how your day went, what you did, etc. He just … wants to talk about you. It’s so sweet. He could talk on and on about himself all day if he wanted, but right now he’s so focused on you and your birthday. And you’re happy to talk about your day and you end up rambling and you get distracted with how blue his eyes look in the candlelight and how he’s leaning forward, listening to everything you’re saying …

You somehow manage to get through dinner without totally turning into a puddly mess, and you move to his couch with more wine. He surprises you yet again by saying he has one more gift for you. Honestly, you try to refuse it because he has already given you so !! much !!! No more gifts, please! You feel bad. But he insists, so you relent. He pulls out his tablet (what are they called??) and you’re kinda confused because you thought it might be another piece of jewelry or clothing, but you’re not complaining.

He’s so excited but he’s trying to play it cool. He slides closer to you and wraps one arm around you, setting the tablet in your hands. You look down and see a digital rendering of an avatar that is very heavily influenced by 80s and 90s sci-fi films (or so you’ve been told; Nolan’s secret stash of old movies are something he kept close to his heart until you two got very serious, and then he couldn’t wait to have movie nights with you ALL THE TIME). You can see elements of yourself in the character (the hair, the eyes, the hands), but you’re kind of confused. It takes a moment before you notice your name and some sort of nickname up in the corner. Another second passes and then it clicks. You look at Nolan and he’s trying so hard not to grin, but it’s difficult. He’s just so excited.

“Is this me? Did you design this?” you ask him. He nods and looks to you to see if you like it. You’re speechless. Nolan designed this avatar of you, for you? He finally tells you that it’s not just designed, it’s been created and that he wanted you to have a very special avatar for the OASIS. (He kind of just wanted everyone in the OASIS to know that you’re his, because your avatar’s outfit may or may not have elements of his avatar and probably has his name or his avatar’s name hidden somewhere. He could’ve just given her a sash that said “Property of Nolan Sorrento” but that seemed too on the nose.)

If you could, you’d go into the OASIS right then and test out your avatar and probably try to find Nolan’s and just check out the OASIS, really. Also probably try to figure out how you two can make out as avatars lol. He’s all for it, but that’s probably just the wine talking. You end up lounging on the couch, thanking him for his gifts while his head rests on your chest and you run your fingers through his hair. It’s so rare when he lets his guard down, so you take advantage of it whenever you can. He’s very warm and his breathing evens out as you run your hands over his back. Soon you can tell that he’s about to fall asleep, even in his expensive suit. It’s so cute, you don’t want to disturb him. So you keep rubbing circles over his back and tugging at his hair and soon he’s asleep on your chest, and he’s even snoring which is adorable.

You know you can’t stay there forever, but you let him rest for as long as you can, thinking about the wonderful day you had. You didn’t get to spend all day with him, but he made sure that you knew how much he loved you. As you lie on the couch with him, you can’t help but feel overcome with love and begin thinking about all the things you’ll do while in the OASIS with your new avatar, and how you can repay him once his birthday comes around.

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