#omg belated happy birthday ghosts !

[secretlovezz]

I was wondering I could request headcanons with König, Soap, Price and Ghost celebrating a birthday with their s/o who thought that they’d forget/didn’t know? If it’s too many characters (😭I know writing is a struggle) maybe it’d be okay with just Ghost?

By the time I’m writing this, my birthday would’ve been tomorrow :]

I hope you have a good afternoon/day/evening/night

I'm so late omg (I'm horrible at getting requests done I'm so sorry!!!!) but here it is!!! I ended up only writing for Soap and Ghost even though the goal was to write for all of 141+konig so maybe there'll be a part 2 with everyone else eventually😭 Happy belated birthday babe and thank you for the request 🫶🫶🫶🫶 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Simon "Ghost" Riley

I feel like because Simon most likely doesn't celebrate/do things for his birthday he won't do too much for you (this doesn't mean he doesn't care though).

He gets you the cutest presents, ones with meaning and love, ones that'll last for as long as possible.

Although he's nervous Simon is slick about the process of giving you your gift.

He's hiding it behind a cushion while the two of you are casually watching a movie together on the couch.

He hasn't said much to you all day (he is horrible at keeping secrets from you so he's kept his mouth shut so he doesn't spill the fact that he got you something).

You notice his silence just like you notice how Simon is being twitchy next to you, the arm around your neck is flexing and his free hand is wiping against his pants to get rid of sweat.

You don't think you've ever been more anxious and on your birthday no less.

Has he forgotten?

You feel sick to your stomach, nausea overtaking you and making you uncomfortable. Your body wiggles against your boyfriend's side and his eyes drift to you. His brown eyes are searching you intently; his gaze makes you all the more nervous.

He contemplates saying anything before his lips finally part to ask, "You alright, Dove?"

Your head is snapping in his direction before he can even finish his question, eyes wide in a way that make Simon's squint in confusion. He twists his body to face you a little more forcing you to look at him.

"What's wrong," He asks, your eyes are darting to any place that isn't his eyes because if you do he'll see straight through you. Sometimes you hate that he can just tell when you're upset.

When you don't answer him Simon sighs and stretches his arm to reach behind him. Your eyes water and your plump bottom lip quivers in response to his movement but when he pulls his hand back in between the both of you he's holding a little box.

Now your eyes squint in confusion causing a tear or two to fall out. Your boyfriend is quickly dropping the box and reaching to wipe them from your face pressing a swift kiss to your forehead before pulling back.

Before you can ask him anything about the box simon is grabbing your hands putting them together in a cupping motion and dropping the box into your hands. You look at him doe eyed and he motions for you to open it kissing your temple once more. If you weren't a little sad you would have laughed or giggled at the horrible attempt of a bow around the box. You pull at it and it comes loose and falls into your lap. You glance at Simon once more eyes still a little watery and he nuzzles his nose against your cheek.

You open the box slowly a little worried of what you might find inside.

When you open it to see dog tags you choke out a sob.

"It's a replica, not the real thing but still, happy birthday dove," Simon says while swiftly moving your face into the crook of his neck. You move yourself to straddle your boyfriend arms wrapping around his neck. You stop your cries to place a quick kiss on his neck. Your professions of love mumbled into his neck as you hiccup.

"I love you, hm? So much," he says and Simon chuckles when you whine at him.

"So so much," He whispers.

《---------------♡

John "Soap" McTavish

I lowkey feel like there's no possible way for you to feel like he's forgotten.

He's talking your ear off about what you guys are gonna do weeks before.

But imagine he gets called away just days before your birthday, he'd get so sad :(

He wanted to celebrate it properly; take you out to dinner buy you some flowers and a present that you would adore one that could make you smile.

So alas he's away on your big day and he's so busy and has so much work to do he almost doesn't get the chance to call you.

You try to watch a movie, one that you and Johnny would enjoy together if he were home, cuddled up against each other, slipping gentle intimate kisses to one another, laughing and giggling at stupidly cringe movie scenes. His hands would never leave you, they never did.

You miss him.

The thought made your lips quiver and your eyes water. You felt that you usually did okay, good even when Johnny wasn't around but today was your birthday and he wasn't here and it was harder than you thought it would be.

You picked up your phone and turned it on.

No notifications.

You'd hoped he'd at least text you but it was rounding 10:30, it was dark out and the lack of natural light was making you sleepy, but there was still nothing from him.

You're nodding off trying to keep yourself awake but eventually, your eyes are closing and your head is leaning back towards the cushion of the couch. You're snapped out of your closeness to sleep by the ringing of your phone. You scrambled for it moving quickly to answer whoever was calling you.

"Hello?" You answer.

A rumbling chuckle on the other line causes tears to gather at your water line, "were you sleeping, can hear it in your voice," you could imagine the smile gracing his face.

Your voice is shakey and quiet when you respond, "I miss you," you pull your knees to your chest, "I wish you were here."

You hear the ruffles of fabric, you wonder what he's doing.

"Wish I was there too believe me... Jesus, I miss you. Was gonna have flowers sent to you but Cap'n's threw me into somethin' I couldn't get out of and-"

You smile, cheesing into your pajama pants, "You were gonna buy me flowers?"

Johnny scoffs softly, "'course, my pretty girl deserves her flowers always and when I get back I'm gonna get you so many flowers you won't know what to do."

You laugh and he thinks he's never heard a sound more beautiful. He joins your laughter for a moment before the both of you quiet down slowly.

"Happy birthday sweet girl," Johnny whispers, "I love you"

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley fluff #simon riley imagine #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john McTavish #cod mwii x reader #cod mw2 x reader #cod fanfiction #cod x reader #cod fanfic #ghost x reader #soap x reader

[cloudofbutterflies92]

Hi Buttly! 💜 Happy Birthday (belated) I'm sorry I can't give your gift on your day but I hope you like this little gift. Congratulations and I hope you had a great birthday 🫶🏽🌻

OMG DEAR 😭😭😭😭💚💚💚💚, THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL 🥺🥺🥺. LOOK AT MY EDEN 🥺🥺, AND THE MINI GHOST. You are truly amazing and a good friend my amazing Ghost girlie 🥺💚💚💚

#oc:eden“spectra”park #call of duty oc:eden “spectra” park #call of duty oc #call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod oc #original character #cod mw2 #call of duty original character #cod #cod mw3 #birthday gift #thank you so much dear 🥺💚💚

[nozomimi01]

Your OC Hope looks very intriguing and lovely, please tell more about her!! ✨️ e.g. is she in any specific media universe? is she purely human or some kind of higher being? (also belated happy birthday!)

OMG I'VE WAITED MY WHOLE LIFE FOR THIS

(brace yourself this is a bit of a long read aha)

Here she is, da baby!! 💕

She has her own story in a completely original universe where she's the protagonist looking for her origins and lost memories. She's a human teenage girl with the very rare ability of seeing ghosts in a world full of other beings wielding magic!

She's often accompanied by her childhood friend, Lillia, who is a ghost and the dead daughter of Hope's adoptive family (kinda awkward at family dinners, yes...) Hope tries not to bring her up when in presence of her family but they all know she can see her... She and Lilia always shared an unbreakable connection, even more so after Lilia's death 😥

By the way, the braid she almost always sport is a sort of tribute to Lillia as she's the one who taught her how to do them 🌸

Hope got adopted at 6 years old, with no memories of her previous life except for this familiar feeling of knowing the family who welcomed her. She was taught to always be careful not to reveal her powers to anyone as her kins were all wiped out in a single night she later found out. Due to that, she was homeschooled until she was deemed to be responsible enough to not slip up and reveal her identity to others at 11 years old. Thankfully, she still made fast friends thanks to her bubbly and easygoing personality 🥰

Due to her powers, her eyes have a very recognizable gold color, forcing her to use eye drops that change their color to a blue tint. However, if she cries the eye drops will go away with the tears, dyeing the tears blue instead. (I thought it was so cool when I incorporated this lol) Because of that, she's always had to strongly repress her emotions in public in fear of being discovered.

ANYWAYS!! Flashforward to her first year of highschool where she joins a special group full of other teenagers, all very skilled and tasked to deal with monsters, evil spirits, and other bad guys to protect the common people!! It's very cool I swear!!!! She learns how to control her powers, discovers the extent of her abilities, makes new friends (and more if affinity 👀), and most importantly, a LOT of self-discovery and re-discovery hehe

And thank you for the birthday wishes 🥰

#hope #woah tumblr tried to give me the tag i had for the old title #memories of hope #i wonder if there's still posts under there #it's been so long since i posted about it on tumblr ahah #i could talk about hope for hours but i think this is as much as i can say without giving away too big of spoilers 😶 #i haven't reread myself so there might be spelling and grammatical mistakes #but i hope what i wrote is still understandable lol #oc #original characters #nozo answers

[libradoodle1]

Libra! Happy belated birthday I’m sorry my present is so late, I think @youwerenevermine teased it to you, a drabble to go with her gorgeous moodboard. 🥰 Since it’s taking forever, here is a belated gift— a teaser!

Sweet, lovely, beautiful Dany though was trying. it had been her idea. She wanted to get him back to nature, since he had moved south from Winterfell to King's Landing for her, for her job and sh eknew he missed the cold North. They couldn't get all the way up to Winterfell so the Vale was the closest thing.

He had other plans for his birthday, but kept his mouth shut, as she did the best she could. Each time he tried to change the subject, to get to a point where, maybe he could do what the'd been planning to do for the last six months, and Dany did something to upend the situation.

In her quest to give him the perfect birthday, Dany was somehow messing it up.

Bless her, he thought, as she had zero idea.

He thought of the ring buried deep in his inner coat pocket; ecah time she'd gone to shake out the coat, he'd pounced on it. After three days, he suspected she just thought him oddly attached to the garment. It had been in his head for months he would propose on his birthday. Knowing Dany, she would do somethin gspecial as she had the entire five years they were together, and he would turn the tables on her and ask her to marry him, as the best birthday gift he could ever have.

"Dany," he began. He was going to do it. Right here, right now. With dried blood on his face and a filthy smelly dog and mountain goat shit scattered through the camp. He stood up and went over to stop her from trying to make the terrible camp coffee she'd gotten at the sporting goods store. It tasted like oil. "Dany, you're freezing, here." He had a great idea; he took off his coat and went to drape it over her shoulders, but she stood so fast, she knocked him backwards.

"Oh! I'm sorry!"

He wheezed, having hit a log on the ground hard. "No problem!" Bloody seven hells.

Dany looked upa t the sky, a fresh rumble of thunder. "Seven hells!" she screamed, stomping her foot in a most un-Dany-like fashion. Her silver braids were a knotted, dirty mess on her shoulders and she was almost in tears. "I looked at the weather, I swear I did!"

"We weren't planning on coming this high up," he tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't hear it.

"This has been a diaster, I'm sick of it!" She kicked over the coffee can, sending it into the flames, which spout up and caught. They both stared at it. Maybe it was oil. She sniffed, her nose red and slightly swollen from the cold. She was getting sick too, but he wouldn't tell her that. She refused to believe it.

He stood up and reached for her, drawing her close. "Dany, shhh, it's alright. It's been fun!"

"You're lying."

"No I'm not, you know I can't lie!" And indeed, he couldn't, because his ears were turning pink and he was trying to avoid her piercing violet eyes, accusing him. He heaved a deep sigh. "I think maybe camping just isn't our thing."

"But it's supposed to be fun!"

"Hmm." Yes, but this definitely wasn't. He scratched his beard. "Maybe it's the Vale." It was cursed or something. It was just rocky and cold and rainy. Definitely not the mountains in winterfell.

Dany snuggled into his chest, her voice muffled. "I wanted you to have a good birthday."

"It is a good birthday!"

"Jon, the mountain goats ran off with your cake!"

Aye, they did. They'd discovered it this morning when she wanted to present it to him, but found it missing. Or else Ghost ate it. He was betting Ghost ate it.

Omg, Mags!!! 😂😂😂😂❤️❤️❤️

First off, thank you so much! I had no idea the camp story you were going to write was for me! 🥹. Erika told me and I just chalked it up to Mag’s and her million one ideas! So thank you making me one of the million and ones 😍🤭

I’m a sucker for camp fics. And humor! Cracky humor, specifically, and this made me giggle. The oil coffee that he’s forcing himself to drink, the bloody face, awful weather, being knocked on his ass…😂 Poor Jon! But ofc he loves his Dany so much so he goes along for the proposal 😍

However, I wasn’t prepared for the goat running away with his cake!!! Wth???!!! 🤣🤣🤣 The image of that is too much.

Thank you so much! You’re so sweet to write a story for me. This teaser was so funny I can’t wait to read the entire thing.

#😂😂😂 #🐐🎂 #Dany tried #this was so funny #i can’t wait for the rest #thank you 😘 #jonerys #jonerys drabble

[krshima]

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY EMERYYY!!!! 🎂 omg I am so sorry, I'm late! I'm really busy these days with my job.. but I hope you had a great day, and that it was filled with peace, joy, happiness! I wish all your dreams can come true 🙏🏻!! you are an amazing person, and very kind.. and I am very very happy to have met you here! thank you so much for everything, and agaaaain a happy belated birthday !! hugsss , love youu ❤❤

THANK U SO MUCH RAI AAAA IM GONNA CRY 😭😭 you have nothing to apologize for, i've been a ghost for basically a whole year because of work so i completely understand 💀 you are the most wonderful and caring person ever and i'm so glad we became friends!! :'))) i admire you so much and you continue to be such an inspiration to me!! please never stop being your amazing self!! i miss you tons and hope you're taking care of yourself and life is treating you well!! LOVE YOU SO MUCH 🥺💕💕

#replies #asks #naruzumake #bday2k22

[bardbattledhasmoved]

omg i missed ur birthday!! happy belated birthday!! i hope you had a great one. you deserve the world. <333

IT'S OKAY CAUSE I MISSED THIS ASK <3 thank you so much !!! i had a really fun day. i got cheese fries at a hole in the wall diner, held hands with a ghost, and laughed so hard soda came out my nose at an olive garden.

#nobleimportance #❪ answered ❫ ⤿ stone of farspeech. #❪ ooc ❫ ⤿ behind the dungeon master’s screen. #saberday posts! #food //

[tennessoui]

Belated happy birthday!!!! And congrats on the job!!! 🎉 Honestly there are so many good scenes from your works so blanket ‘all your work is good and memorableTM,’ but I’ll just list the top 5 off the top of my head: 1) the entirety of time and tide but ESPECIALLY the gut-wrenching grief of the first chapter + that bit in the latest chapter where sexy times are happening and Anakin thinks ‘do you like how I look? I trained so hard. I wanted you to be proud.’ Me = SCREEEEEEECHING 2) like saints like monsters’ full title, I forgot it was a fic and spent an hour trying to remember which poem it was from + that whole first chapter H U R T S M E, ughhh Anakin thinking he should’ve been worried about what could happen but ofc he thought Obw was invincible!!! + Anakin’s hindbrain going ‘you could have babies babies babies’ is so funny and sweet and hot to me 3) when all else has deserted me—Anakin kissing Obi-Wan’s palm. Me: um hello I would like to report a MURDER, victim ME 4) soulmate daemon AU, I just love soulmates and daemons, so odyna and avarie are gr9, also Anakin telling Obi-Wan he’s willing to wait for him? :chefs_kiss: 5) haunted house AU where Anakin named his stuffed bear Benny and Quin straight-up tells Obi-Wan that he has a hero-worship crush attached to it + the vibe of the whole thing is longing and finding home/coming home/making home safe from the terror lurking in it and I think that’s very sexy + BUT QUINLAN SERIOUSLY + honorable mention for Ahsoka dog sitter extraordinaire and Jedi in training <3 6) I LIED THERE’S ONE MORE. KUWSK where Obi-Wan calls Luke and Leia ‘Luke love’ and ‘Leia love’ ANAKIN MARRY THIS MAN IM BEGGING YOUUUUU tl;dr Happy birthday, thank you for your magnificent body of work, I had to keep it to ao3 fics or we’d be here all day lmao

this made me feel so many things bless omg

thank you so much for mentioning time & tide because i love her a lot but i'm especially proud of how that first chapter turned out where anakin is like falling apart at the seams because of obi-wan's 'death' and for like. the entire chapter he only says obi-wan's name because that's the only thing that still matters? i like that rip im sorry i like making anakin hurt so much but tbh i do i very much do

also??? omg im so flattered you thought for a sec that the lslm title could be a poem!!! omg!!! ('we love like saints, like monsters: devoutly, devouring') it's one of the titles that i'm most proud of!! + just im so glad you appreciate the pain + suffering anakin experiences that first chapter running through finding obi-wan again but also coping with his idea that this is his fault....rip that anakin, that's going to be something to work through.

but!!!! the love??? for when all else has deserted me, surround me like an ocean??? bless!!!! like!!! that scene you mention where anakin kisses obi-wan's palm? probably the softest scene i've ever written cushioned in the softest fic ive ever written let's be real.

and then the soulmate daemon au :> i love that au, bless avarie and odyna deserve all the love like pls obi-wan's soul representation being a prickly but clingy ice fox + anakin's being an imposing loth-wolf who just wants to cuddle around what it finds most precious....i do like that soulmate daemon au 100% but i almost never think about it so thank you for sending this <3

and !!! the ghost au!! i absolutely know i will come back to the ghost au eventually, so this love is just motive to go back faster. thank you so much for it <3 im glad you love quinlan as much as i do in that story because i love him so much

i do gotta be honest tbh 'luke love' and 'leia love' is just what i call my dogs aka 'butters love' and 'mollie love' but i thought the same principle applied tbh rip

#asks #thank you<3 this was so sweet and detailed #and damn!!! i havent thought about some of these aus in so long #bless <3<3<3 #thank you so much for sending this #and also for the birthday and job wishes and im sorry im a bit late in responding

[lettheladylead]

This is late but, happy birthday! And as a belated present, check out this Canterville Ghost parody: issuu com julionotakara docs il_fantasma_di_canterville. It features Dickie as Scrooge's daughter... with Brigitta, which is like peak missed opportunity, lol. Anyway, she's super cute and has some really lovely brotp moments with Donald, who plays the titular ghost. The story has also been translated in English and Portoguese, so you might be able to find it with some luck! (Italian Anon)

THANK UUUUU and omg i actually have this issue (in italian of course) but i never paid enough attention to realize that Dickie was playing Scrooge’s daughter....that’s very cute. and also yes the biggest missed opportunity

i didnt realize itd be translated into english.........omg its on comixology. WELL...IN THAT CASE.......

ok i bought it and i just read it and i dont know the regular Ghost of Canterville story so i cant speak to its accuracy but that was SUPER CUTE and here’s some cute Dickies to celebrate

#dickie duck #topolino #italian anon #THANK U ITANON #hmmm #italianon? #no ill just stick with italian anon #anon asks #carro answers

[luvdsc]

hi miss cat i’m so sorry for basically ghosting you after my first ask!! 😆 i’m just so bad at keeping communication in general,, 😭✋🏻anw super belated happy birthdayyyyy!! hope that you enjoyed your birthday and i wish that you will have a very pleasant year ahead of you 💖 - ♋️

hi, lovebug! 💓 omg it’s ok, no worries, you don’t have to apologize!! we’re all busy, and my social battery is always depleted nowadays because of work rip 🤧 but I hope you’ve been doing well, sweetpea! 💞 and thank you so so much, honey bee !!!! 💘💘 I had a good time celebrating my bday with family, and same to you !! I hope this year brings only good things your way, lovebug 🌷🌷 thank you for checking in with me 🥰

#asks #anonymous #♋️ anon #flowers

[nightglider124]

A Present for Ava <3

Omg, I am shit because this is three days late asdfghjkl i got busy and was trying to get this done for you gurl and finally, we’re here XD

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY RIDE OR DIE; BEST BESTIE A GAL COULD HAVE, @fireflyxrebel !!!!  Tis belated but at least I wished it on your actual bday lmao!

I hope you had an amazeballs birthday because if anyone deserves it; it is you, Ava. I hope you stuffed your face with cake and all the good stuff because if you can’t on your birthday, when can you??

You is my actual fave around these parts and so, I wrote you a little BBRae somethin-something which I hope you like. I am unused to writing them as a main so hopefully this is a oneshot where I’ve hopefully done them justice? I don’t know, I just pray you like it XD.

Sorry it took so long gurl but again, happy birthday and I hope it was kick-ass. Ily! <3 <3 <3

Snow

A bitter chill clung to the wisps of the wind in the night as darkness shrouded the city with the exception of a few blinking lights dotted amongst buildings, houses and skyscrapers. Jump was quietly winding down for yet another winter evening; not quite silent yet but slowly working its way towards the tranquility of midnight.

The tower was mostly unlit, save for a window or two on the higher levels. A dim glow washed over the walls of Ops, creating composure with a volume to match.

His mouth hung open, just a fraction as he trained his deep, forest green eyes on the TV screen before them. The man on screen dressed from head to toe in black garments followed behind the unsuspecting woman, slyly pulling a blade from inside his jacket, ready to strike at any given moment.

Gar tilted his head, attention on the predictable scene of the horror movie that they’d decided to throw on since there were none of the others around to squabble over what to watch.

There was a shift in movement from beside him and he briefly glanced over at his violet haired beauty, her dark eyes cast down at the novel in her hands. Gar quirked a small smile and his chest gave a thud, his heart skipping a beat like it always did when he looked at her; really looked at her and saw Raven for the enchantress she truly was.

Although, he’d likely get a smack for ever uttering something so cheesy but that didn’t stop him from thinking it to himself.

“You’re staring again...” She murmured, raising an eyebrow but not yet removing her focus from the words on the pages of her book.

Gar grinned, his fang poking out from beneath his lip. He nudged her shoulder and leaned in, dropping a kiss to her pale cheek.

Raven refused to let the blush that was threatening to spill onto her china like skin, from spreading like the wildfire it was. She already felt the heat rising but swallowed discreetly, stubbornly quelling the effect that grin had on her.

“I have a pretty sight to stare at.” He told her, waggling his eyebrows in her direction, “Can’t blame me; it’s technically your fault.”

She bit down on the inside of her cheek and really tried to maintain that air of nonchalance that she played so well but knew, deep down, her resolve was slipping.

Slowly, a small smirk appeared against her cupid bow lips, “Idiot.”

He blew a kiss at her, “You love it.”

Raven smiled, a happy gleam in her eyes as she shook her head at her boyfriend’s antics. Gar matched her expression and turned to nuzzle her neck, just enough to draw a deliciously startled gasp from her.

He pulled away, that look of achievement on his face which Raven offered a mock glare to. Gar’s high pitched chuckle met her ears and she shuddered, always questioning how he managed to give her feelings like these.

“This is an okay horror movie, y’know.” Gar commented, folding his arms over his chest as he resumed his watchful eye on the TV.

Raven nodded, finishing the sentence she was on before she closed the book with a soft thud and carefully placed it upon the coffee table. She sat back and instinctively leaned in towards Gar who immediately draped his arm over the back of the sofa, creating the perfect crevice to snuggle up into if she so wished but he never pushed. He gave the option and allowed her to make that choice.

Raven was still an enigma, even after knowing her for so long and even dating her for the past 3 years. However, he knew there was an abundance more than met the eye. Sometimes she craved affection and touch and attention; it was rarer but he couldn’t deny that he loved when she found herself needing that from him. Other times, she would stay distant with a few small smiles thrown his way but in that quiet way of hers that he still loved.

She rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes on the screen now too.

“Is it another typical slasher?” She asked in a monotone,

“No...”

“Oh?”

“Okay, it is but it’s really good!” He squeaked, turning to beam at her.

Raven playfully rolled her eyes but gave him a ghost of a smile before she shook her head. He was such a child sometimes; a happy little puppy, getting excited over the little things but she knew, in her heart of hearts, she wouldn’t trade him for anything.

“If you say so.” Raven mused,

“I do say so but...” He glanced at her, that pleading look that she was almost certain he had co conspired to create with Starfire. They both used it when they really wanted something, “We can still watch Elf after, right?”

She smirked, “I thought you were all for horror?”

“I am but... it’s only a week til Christmas and I wanna get all festive, Rae.” He explained,

One week until Christmas and for once, Gar was completely prepared. He’d bought all his gifts and even wrapped them with Starfire’s help of course; she loved this time of year and always took the responsibility of wrapping presents wherever she was given permission.

His girlfriend’s presents were inevitably what he set out to buy first. He’d bought her the regular stuff he knew she liked and enjoyed receiving; new novels, candles, herbal tea gift sets; all of those types of gifts, she asked for.

But, he’d managed to be sneaky this year and buy her something she wouldn’t be expecting. In recent years, she’d let her hair grow long, past her shoulders to the point she had it as long as Starfire’s had been back when they were merely teenagers.

So, in accordance, he had stumbled across a gothic boutique in central Jump which sold combs. Gar had found a matching pair of obsidian hair combs with small raven detailing on them. They had a slight shimmer to them but not enough where she would be put off; at least he hoped she wouldn’t be.

Upon seeing them, Gar knew he had to have them for her and he was praying that she loved them.

He had some confidence in his soul though; showing them to the surrogate sister of his heart proved comforting. She’d squealed and practically bounced on the spot.

Raven blinked at him but nodded, “We can watch it but if you try making me the spaghetti and maple syrup thing he makes in the movie again, I will burn the disc.”

He flashed that toothy grin of his, “I make no promises. He’s onto something with that recipe.”

She pulled a face of utter disgust, considering the first time he tried to do that which ended with Raven subsequently agreeing and gagging only seconds later. It tasted horrific and she was a terrible liar so she couldn’t even tell him it was good to spare his feelings.

Gar had merely chuckled and kissed her temple, already at the kettle, brewing a nice cup of steaming earl grey to rid her of the bad taste his concoction has left in her mouth.

Still, it was a funny memory to think back on.

Raven smiled quietly to herself as his eyes found the TV screen again, her hand resting just over his heart. She closed her eyes, letting the rhythmic thumping soothe her.

The changeling exhaled in content and leaned back against the couch cushions, enjoying the time being spent alone together. It was nice to live in a house with the team, even after all this time but sometimes, a night alone for just the two of them is all they really craved.

Cyborg and Bee had been down in the garage for a solid few hours, working on upgrades for the T-Car that Vic had insisted his baby needed if she was to survive missions throughout the harsh winter weather.

But, Gar had assumed the ‘working’ had stopped a while ago if the soft jazz music drifting up from the ground floor was anything to go by.

Dick and Starfire were in bed, having managed to get Mar’i down for her bedtime early for once. She was bursting with excitable energy so it made nightly routines difficult when all she wanted to do was float and play with her family and toys.

They’d claimed they were going to sleep but Gar could hazard a guess at what they were more likely doing within their bedroom. They didn’t get much time for themselves as a couple either now, with their little bundle of joy around.

A single moment of peace and quiet for them was utter bliss and Dick and Starfire tried hard to make the most of those moments so the shape shifter couldn’t really blame the parents if they were trying to connect in that way.

As the couple lounged together on the sofa in comfortable silence, a startling gasp from Gar roused Raven from her lethargic position against him. She bolted upright, snapping her head to him,

“What? What’s wrong?” She fretted, her eyes sweeping over him to check.

His face was not one of fear or of panic however; it was one of barely concealed glee.

“Rae! Look!” He hissed, jumping to his feet and scurrying over to the gigantic windows adorning the back wall of the main room. He pointed outside and she had to squint, not having a clue what he was babbling about.

“What?” She asked, pulling her cloak around her as she stood up.

“It’s snowing!” He breathed, his emerald eyes sparkling with exhilaration,

“So?” Raven shrugged,

“Like a lot! It’s gonna settle fast!”

“Again... so what?”

“Raaae!” He whined, rolling his eyes at her not connecting the dots with that beautiful brain of hers.

“What, Gar?”

“We have to go out in it!” He squeaked,

Raven’s eyes went wide and she flinched beneath her cloak, “What?! Are you insane? It’s 2am. We’ll catch our deaths.”

He turned to look at her, smirking as he wriggled his eyebrows, “I’m sure you can heal us before it gets to that, babe.”

Raven blushed at the pet name, as she always tended to but she folded her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes, “Gar-”

“Please, Rae? Snow is my favorite and it’s never like this in the mornings! It’s all slushy or iced over and no fun.”

She watched him, that buzzing aura, similar to that of childlike wonder being the only energy she could currently feel. It washed over her; calmed her emotions and allowed her to be more relaxed in what he was suggesting.

Her silly boy was an oddity and a rarity.

Raven chewed her lip before she shook her head and sighed, “10 minutes on the roof and then we come back inside. Got it?”

“Definitely!” Gar vowed, snatching her hand and pulling her along for the ride as he bounded out of the main room in the direction of the stairs leading to the roof.

When they reached the top of the staircase, Gar threw open the metal door whilst Raven watched with dry amusement as his expression softened into one of pure awe.

As a particularly frozen gust of wind passed by them, Raven tugged her cloak around her body so tight; her fingers went a light shade of white. Garfield, on the other hand, hopped out onto the fresh, powdered snow that lay across the rooftop like a blanket, leaving a trail of sneaker imprints.

He turned around in a circle and stuck his tongue out, trying to taste the falling snowflakes. That boyish grin of his was plastered across his lips, looking extremely satisfied each time he heard the snow crunch beneath his own feet.

“Look at all the snow, Rae!” He chirped, crouching down to leave an indent of his hand print in the bed of snow.

“Mhm. It’s great. And cold. Can we go back inside now?” She asked, tonelessly,

Gar rolled his eyes at her before he jogged back to where she still stood in the doorway. He smirked and wriggled his fingers at her,

“C’mon… y’know you want to.”

She pulled a face, “I really don’t.”

“Please? Just for a while and then we’ll go inside. I promise.” He glanced at his wrist to mimic a watch, “You said 10 minutes, remember?”

“Gar, it’s freezing…” She muttered, kicking some snow away from the door.

“I can warm you up.” He replied in a smooth guy voice,

She gave him a look but couldn’t help the corners of her lips quirking upwards into a smile.

Gar beamed and gently tugged on her hand, “That’s my Rae.”

She sighed and followed him out onto the roof, glancing down at her boots that were already covered with snow.  Raven inwardly cursed at the things she did for this boy of hers; 2am and here she was, standing on the roof of the tower with him, just to play in the snow.

“Why are you so amazed by this, Gar?” She wondered aloud as she noticed him bent over and rolling up the body of a snowman, “You’ve seen snow plenty of times.”

“I know…” He chuckled, “And I always get this excited; just none of you ever see it. I know the guys would make fun if they did but… this time of year… I don’t know… acting like a kid and getting excited over the little things… it just seems right, y’know?”

Raven watched him, feeling the drop in his euphoria as he continued talking.

“I know it’s stupid but… well, none of us really had a normal childhood so I guess… I kinda try to make up for it now, like freaking out over snow… I know I probably don’t- Oof!” He was cut off as a snowball hit him on the shoulder, the snow splattering over the rest of his arm, the already melted thing dribbling down his skin.

He flinched, completely off guard and spun around to see his smirking empath, already holding another snowball encased in her magic. She raised an eyebrow, “Well, we now have 8 minutes. I suppose you better make the most of it.”

A slow, wide grin spread over his lips and he furrowed his eyebrows in determination, “Aw, you’re so going down, babe!”

“Uh huh. We’ll see.” She remarked, letting the snowball fly as he ducked to start building up his own artillery.

They continued the snow assault on one another, quiet laughter bubbling up into the night sky as they chased each other across the frosted roof. Raven didn’t even notice that they had been out there for 30 minutes rather than her stern 10 until Gar sniffled and sneezed several times in a row.

Pausing, she dropped her snowball to the ground and frowned at him with worry shining in her eyes. He snuffed and rubbed his nose as she stalked closer to him.

He offered her a smile and shrugged, “I’m good-”

“No you’re not.”

“Rae, I swear; I’m fine!” He squeaked, not wanting to end their fun in the snow; he loved so much when she allowed herself to be free and just enjoy herself, no matter how silly or kid like the activity was.

She allowed her hand to glow a periwinkle blue and pressed it to his chest, silencing him.

Raven clicked her tongue and her brows knitted together, “You’re getting sick.”

“Rae-“

“You should have grabbed a coat.”

He laughed as she grabbed his shoulders and turned him towards the door, “Raven-“

“C’mon… we’ve been out here way longer than 10 minutes anyway.” She told him,

Gar clicked his fingers, “Aww, I hoped you wouldn’t notice.” He mumbled, whilst Raven rolled her eyes at him and led him down the stairs, closing the roof door behind her.

The changeling continued to sniffle and scrub at his red tipped nose as they made their way back down into the main room. As they crossed the threshold, they froze at the sight of another person in the kitchen.

“What’re you guys doing?” Dick asked, his blue eyes narrowed at them in utter bewilderment,

He stood by the counter wearing a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt with a glass of water in hand.

“Uh…” Raven thought for an answer but came up empty so Gar saved them with the truth.

Taking her hand in his own, Gar grinned at their friend and leader, “It snowed, dude!”

Dick briefly glanced over at the windows, noticing the thick snowflakes falling and sticking to the glass before melting and rolling down the panes.

“Oh yeah… so it has…” He noted, “So, you were playing in the snow?”

Gar rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah!”

Dick chuckled and took a sip of water, shaking his head at their antics. Gar shuffled his feet and looked like he was about to brush it aside and make a joke out of himself.

Raven, however, was quicker to comment, “It’s... actually really fun.”

The dark haired vigilante raised an eyebrow at her whilst Gar looked incredulously at her; not believing she had actually said that.

“I thought you hated the snow, Raven.” Dick pointed out,

She shrugged and gazed at Gar, “It helps you to feel calm and carefree; like being a kid again.”

The shape shifter felt a warmth spread across his chest where his heart lay, his stomach fluttering and he was reminded of one of the many reasons he fell in love with Raven.

She liked to tease and make fun of him but when she knew it was something close to his heart or something that ran deeper, she made a point of supporting him, no matter how minor a thing it was.

“Hm... never really looked at it that way.” Dick replied, stifling a yawn,

Gar smiled and gently pressed his lips to Raven’s cheek, making her blush a faint pink.

“Actually, Dick... I was hoping that maybe tomorrow... I could take Mar’i out to play in the snow? Y’know since... she hasn’t really experienced it yet... I thought she might be all amazed over it.”

Dick paused and pulled his drink away from his lips, considering before he nodded and smiled softly at his friend, “Sure, Gar.” He paused and eyed the green jokester’s lack of outerwear, “Just... make sure she is warm. She’s too little to be going out there without a coat on.”

Gar chuckled sheepishly whilst Raven furrowed her eyebrows, “Too little? You know she’s temperature resilient like Star, right?”

“Obviously but I still don’t like chancing her getting cold.” Dick retorted, in his ‘dad’ voice,

Grinning, Gar pouted, “Aw, papa Dick so worried.”

Dick rolled his eyes and put his now empty glass back into the basin on the counter, “Obviously. She’s my daughter, after all.”

Raven quirked a tiny smile, “Mhm... we know.”

Their leader shook his head and passed them, kissing Raven’s forehead and high fiving Gar as he moved, “Night guys. See you in the morning.”

“Night, Dick.” The couple replied in unison,

Gar watched Raven out of the corner of his eye for a long moment before he gently took her hands in his,

“Thanks for that, Rae.” He murmured,

“Thanks for what?” She asked, her eyes flicking from his jade ones to his lips,

“Being onside with the child, carefree thing...”

She gifted him with one of her rare, serene and signature Raven smiles,

“Snow has never really been important to me... but if it’s important to you...” She trailed off, lifting her chin slightly more,

Gar smirked and leaned down, brushing his nose against hers before pressing his forehead to hers. Raven closed her eyes and exhaled calmly before her eyes snapped open again,

“If you sneeze on me right now-” She was cut off by Gar’s throaty chuckle,

“Guess you better kiss me before that happens then, huh?”

“Why-”

He wrinkled his nose, “Uh oh, I feel a tickle-”

Instantly, he was silenced as Raven pressed her lips to his, allowing them to mold perfectly with Gar’s. Heat sparked through them, shooting along nerve endings and electrifying the calmness between them.

His hands found her waist whilst her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingertips brushing against the line of Gar’s jaw and eliciting fire in the wake of where she touched.

Gar pulled back and sucked in a gasp, that flicker of excitement in his eyes. Raven smiled and leaned her forehead against his once again,

“I’m still cold.” She muttered,

“Oh-“

“So... why not follow through with that comment earlier about warming me up?” She breathed, her cheeks flushing red with her suggestion.

Gar blinked at her for a moment before he broke into a wide grin, “I can do that!” He squeaked, already taking her by the hand and leading her out of the main room.

As they moved, Gar realized that as much fun as the snow outside was, being inside with Raven was where he wanted to be. Always.

#teen titans #tta #bbrae #obvs the universe i have to write them from #its like all i know lmao #I HOPE YOU LIKE IT #i struggled so much with an idea and was then just like #i want cute floof #also had to throw in the dickkory #you know me XD #HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS U PANCAKE #in serious #you better have shoved a whole cake in ur mouth #love ya gurl #<3 #beast boy #raven #nightglider124 #fireflyxrebel #this is somewhat edited #i will do a better edit job tomorrow when im unsleepy #XD

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How To Hold My Heart/5

Fanfiction 

Part 5

Elijah Mikaelson x Elena Gilbert

AU TVD/TO  short story

a/n: Elena and Elijah worked together in a Law Firm. One night he hooked up with her friend Hayley, and continued seeing her. Elena, had always secretively loved Elijah, but never told him how she felt. Hayley fell pregnant and Elijah married her, and Elena went to live in Toronto, accepting a better job, but also to forget Elijah. Will life bring them together?

Thank you so much for reading. One more part and this one comes to the end. Tomorrow I will post Game of Love. xoxo

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@rissyrapp20 @dendrite-lover  @cassienoble2000 @captainshurley @goddessofthunder112 @elejahforever @hides2000

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A week later

"Rebekah told me I could find you here."- Kol said to Elijah the evening before his departure. Kol handed him a bottle of beer.

"Hey- what's up? Sitting out here all by yourself?"- Kol added as he sat down on the bench.

"Just thinking about stuff"- Elijah said looking at the moon.

"Stuff, ha- like Elena?!"- Kol said.

Elijah moved giving his brother a look saying- where did this come from?!-

"Come on- you and her at the wedding - you've not moved from her side a second-plus I caught you gazing at her-not once!"

“Rebekah told you!”

Kol shrugged with his shoulder and nodded as a yes.

“Oh, God. What is this? I told her to let it go.”

“Why?”

“Cuz - I made - so many mistakes and fucked up royally - and I just - she is like the best person I have ever met”

“Just because you had a string of really bad choices - and - ok- listen- it doesn’t mean that this will turn out bad- you think you will fuck up again?”

“Yes. Somehow - I always do. And she -”- Elijah paused for a second -”she doesn’t need a mess that is me.”

“Fucking stop this. If you really feel something for her, than you should get your ass in gear and do something. Maybe she is the ONE”

Elijah took a swag of beer. It was true. It felt like she was the ONE. 

"Elena"- Elijah uttered and his heart leapt up.

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Days turned into weeks and both Elena and Elijah were preoccupied with work. It was nearing Christmas.

Strangely, it seemed that life was magicless that season, that even hope had fallen deeply asleep under the winter white carpet although there was no snow in New York.

In Toronto, Elena was wrapping Christmas presents with Jen and her nanny.

She put a playlist with Sarah Bareilles' songs on - as they made her feel good.

"Oh, Winter song- love it! I so listened to it when I broke up with my boyfriend Ryan"- Vicky, the nanny said.

Elena could not help but think of Elijah. But as the song said it felt like they were buried far just like a distant star.

******

In New York

Caroline was also busy wrapping tones of Christmas presents.

"Caroline?!"-Klaus stormed in the bedroom.

"Careful. Don't step on something. What's up?"-

"Well, I've just spoken to Kol"

"How are things in Turkey?"-Caroline said continuing with her work.

"Fine, he is loving it there. Right- so we got talking about Elijah - and you will never believe what Kol has told me?!"

"What has Kol told you?"

"You said that Elena had it bad for Elijah and it turns out that Elijah is into Elena as well"- he said it like it was the greatest revelation ever.

Caroline put the wrapping paper aside and now got up and  looked at Klaus-

"This is not some mad prank a la Kol?!"

"Kol is a joker at the best of times but he respects Elijah and would not be playing with his feelings- you know what Elijah went through"

"Yes- OMG! You know what that means??"-Caroline's eyes sparkled with an idea.

"I know this look-What have you planned?"

"New Year's- skiing trip - Canada!!"- Caroline said.

"It's so obvious-"- Klaus said.

"I know she has booked it already!!"- Caroline said and now went to book them and Elijah without asking him.

Life finds a way!

****

The following day

Elena walked into her office and her assistant put two cups of coffee in front of them, an espresso for Elena and Mokkacino for her.

"Did you maybe get those mini muffins?"-Elena asked.

"Sorry, no. But there are madeleines"- Liv said.

"My sugar levels are so low, so yeah. Can you get them, please."- Elena said followed by a little thanks. She then logged into her e-mail and  there was a message tagged EM-it was Elijah. Her heart went bam as she saw his initials  the screen. She opened the mail now-and she could see a picture of herself and Elijah from the office party years ago-and a text following -

"Hello, there, stranger-

The other day went to an antique bookstore I bought some books, and as I got home-the store lady put this book probably by mistake- Interview with a Vampire. And - well- can’t forget -that you bought it for my birthday as a joke. And yesterday was my birthday - and - well - can’t think that there is some kind of weird coincidence.Anyway -  made me think of you. How are you doing? EM"

As Liv returned she found Elena in a state as if she had seen a ghost.

"OMG-"- Elena now slipped, remembering Elijah’s face as he got the book out of the paper bag. 

Flashback

Years back

“An Interview with a Vampire?”- Elijah looked at the book and then at Elena puzzled-”Are you saying that I am a bloodsucker?”

“Well, not really. But - you were really - hard on us young associates, especially with all the cases and then the Bar exam. Nah. It’s the first thing I saw in the book store and bought it- it’s payback for getting me War and Peace”

Liv now got back in the office and asked Elena if they would postpone their morning briefing, and Elena apologized and said that it was a good idea.

A thought ran through Elena's mind-"is this a sign?!" Was the Universe playing the biggest prank on her? Whatever it was, she now started writing a reply-

"Hello, there, EM. Happy belated birthday. Ahm- wow - and sorry for such silly gift. I am good. You? How is New York? There is so much snow here, had to ski and skate to work this morning. EG"

Elena read it once agaun and pressed the  sent button and the  e-mail went. And now as it went she felt like she was hyperventilating all of a sudden.

But she had no time to think about it anymore as Liv came back and she had to start with her first appointment of the day.

The morning seemed to be the longest in her entire life, she thought. And she could not escape from the business lunch either. But when she finally got to her office, she went straight to check her mail again in peace-and there was a reply-

EM- a photo with a very short text under it- with a miserable smiley emoticon- woke up to New York rain myself, but with a virtual sunny outlook!!

******

In Klaus and Caroline's house at lunch time

"We should have left it to Universe!"- Klaus said to Caroline as she now pressed the speedial to talk to Elena. When she finished the conversation- she said-

"Since when do I rely on Universe?!"

"Well, you don't, but I know my brother - this is not going to be good!"

"Leave it to me"- Caroline said giving her husband a peck and left to talk to Kol. She needed an accomplice.

"Hey- "Caroline said to Kol- "how about a family New Year's in Canada?"- now laying out her plan to him and why she needed him to be there.

Kol agreed to assist.

****

Christmas day arrived in both New York and Toronto-

All the Mikaelsons gathered for a grand brunch at their parent's house. It was a family affair, that was sure. Caroline was one of them now, although Rebekah never completely accepted her new sister-in-law and if the could lock fangs anytime they could they would do so.

"Can you at least be civil on Christmas?!"- Elijah slipped to Rebekah after he had witnessed an exchange of smart tirade of insults.

"She thinks cuz she married Nik, she will take over as if she is some Queen?! And mother approves of her suggestions- ugh!"-Rebekah spat and left her brother, who now heard an alert from his phone - he looked at the instagram- it was from Elena. A picture of the Christmas day in Toronto. A bare tree lit up with fairy-lights.

He quickly responded to the instagram with a smiley adding- wish to escape the Mikaelson brunch -expecting fireworks at the table.

Elena responded- Different Santa madness here. Liked the present.

Elijah then wrote- Glad

He was called now by Kol as everyone was sat down at the table.

Later, Caroline and Klaus presented everyone with the invitation to the New Year's celebration in Canada as a special additional Christmas present. This was of course Caroline and Kol's way to get Elijah to Canada. Then when he found out where they were going he came out with the stunner later to Kol-

"I already booked a trip there!"- he said.

"What?"- Kol was surprised to hear it.

"This is weird- something doesn't add up here"- Elijah said.

"Ok- you got us- we kinda plotted to get you there, since Elena will be there- but you already know that??"- Kol admitted.

"OMG- You plotted- since when do I need matchmakers?"- Elijah found the whole situation hilarious.

"How do you know she is going to be there?? Did you two- cos Caroline had grilled Elena about you and she is not interested"-

"She is not interested?! So- why push it then?!!"- Elijah then said.

Kol now saw that he had inadvertently put his foot in it and then he had to clean about everything he actually knew-

"Elena has always been in love with you - "

"Excuse me??"- Elijah couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"I don't know detailes- just Klaus said-"

"Klaus knows?? Of course- Caroline!"- Elijah said and everything seemed to piece itself together. He now flashed back to their forbidden kiss years back. There was fire. It had never left him and burnt him always.

Flashback

years back

Days after the almost kiss with Elena 

"I need to break it off with Hayley"- he thought as he looked himself in the mirror as he washed his face. A look of a man that felt his heart was splitting into two. For a moment he was frozen in time, the water dripping from his face down on his chest phased him back to reality. "Yeah- huh -yeah!"- he now said taking the towel and wiping his face off. He then left to get dressed.

Hayley was in the living room on the phone with her adoptive mother- "Yes- mom- I think I am pregnant- oh, this would be the greatest thing- oh, Elijah is the best- he is like the last walking gentleman on this planet"

Having heard this, Elijah took a deep breath and knocked at the door walking in.

"Elijah- I know this is all kind of a mess. And you will accuse us acting like teenagers- but - it's ok to try and be happy again-we want you to be happy again!"

"Happy,ha?!"- Elijah uttered.

Kol could see the sudden change in Elijah that indicated the past kicked in and Kol wished there was another way of putting it but he thought that confronting whatever was suffocating you head on was the best.

"It's not your fault Hayley died"- Kol then said-"you did right by her"

"This is a mistake"- Elijah now slipped and walked away.

"Damn"- Kol said angered by the way things turned out.

He now had to tell Caroline that all has gone awry.

"Where is Elijah?"- Rebekah now came up to Kol-" we're going out -well, Finn and me- coming?"

"Ha?- He's gone out- yeah- I'll meet you at the bar"- Kol said and went.

"Always the same"- Rebekah remarked and as Finn came to the lobby, they left the house.

Elijah went for a walk. He needed to clear his head. Elena was in love with him. All this time. He was the cause of her to leave. But she never once showed it. And yet the almost kiss- he had not kissed her, but that feeling always somehow lingered. The butterflies in his chest. But then, feeling frozen when it came to the crunch. And they had great time always joking, and picking each other’s brains. Like Kol said as they spoke once on the phone as he was still in Turkey helping the victims of a terrible Earthquake.

Flashback

“I think the reason you didn’t go there with Elena, because - if - for some reason all folded, it would have be worse than it was wen M.J left you at the altar. Like I told you back then - she is the ONE. Your soul mate, twin flame. You just got scared and - you pushed her away.”- Kol said.

“I think the you are right.”- Elijah said with a sigh.

 And so all just went they way it did. Elijah now flashed back to the day he proposed to Hayley.

Flashback

Years back

"Do I get this right? You proposed to Hayley? Why?"- Klaus said to Elijah surprised.

"She is pregnant"- Elijah said.

"Wow! All right. Well Congratulations- then!"- Klaus said.

*

Elijah's head was swarming with all different thoughts and everything that went on afterwards. Hayley found out that she had a tumor and it caused a false pregnancy and crazily refused treatment. Keeping it from everyone. From him.

Like Kol had said it was not his fault. But many times he felt that it was his fault. He blamed himself for being absent-minded and did not see that she was ill or that things were not right with Hayley.

He now opened Elena's instagram with the photo of the bare tree with fairy lights.                 

"You are allowed to be happy-" he uttered thinking of Kol's words to him now/

Then he took his phone and opened the app looking for a plane ticket to Toronto. 

"What do you mean he left for Canada? When?"- Caroline said as Kol told her and Klaus that Elijah send him the message that he was catching a flight to Toronto and was at the airport. He also shared his conversation with Elijah about Elena.

"Wait a minute?! He knew that she was going skiing?! so, they kept in touch since the wedding and she hadn't told me anything??!!!"- Caroline was miffed.

Klaus now gave Kol a look making a face that Caroline would be in a hellish mood cause of the latest revelation. He marched off after her. Kol shrugged with his shoulders and now pressed the speedial with Bonnie's name.

"Hey- what's up? Drink?:- he said to his best friend. Soon Bonnie came to the bar. The topic was Elena and Elijah. Plus Bonnie knew how to cool Caroline down.

***** For Elijah this trip seemed to have been the longest ever, although it was only some three hours. In the plane he had realized that didn't know Elena's house address nor her new phone number. They never exchanged it. There was only her e-mail and followed her instagram. Odd, but true. Things were never easy with them. As soon as he landed he called Kol, who passed Caroline on. She told him the address and Elijah thanked her for her matchmaking efforts.

"You are the most difficult people on the planet- I though you needed a push!"- Caroline said.

"You could have just told me- "

"Elena would have torpedoed me to the moon if I said something!"- Caroline said.

Kol, who was standing close to Caroline now said-"She is going to torpedo you, anyway-"

"You guys, stop it - I was going to surprise her on New Year's anyway- now it's going to be sooner!"- Elijah said.

"He is right!"- Kol said.

And with that they ended their conversation. Elijah was in the taxi heading directly to Elena's apartment.

It nearly 10 p.m. and Elena checked on Jenna, who was asleep sweetily. She then went to change into her pijamas. Then she went to the living room and took the TV remote control. A chick-flick was what she needed. Soon she found something and made herself cosy on the sofa.

Some ten minutes into the film, the interphone rang and the doorman said that she had a visitor- Elijah Mikaelson.

"What?"- she muttered and then said-"send him up- thank you"

"Elijah?!"- she uttered- "OMG!"

And within a minute she ran to change-putting her jeans on and a T-shirt that was the first she could find. The door buzzed. She briefly looked at herself in the mirror ruffling hair a bit. Her heart and her thoughts were so hightened and just before she opened the the door she took a long deep breath. Then she opened the door and there he stood slipping- "Elena-" "Elijah-" 

and both of them yet again just stood without moving - now, since Caroline was still in New Orleans, the Universe snapped them out of the one of so many awkward moments they had over the years and so Elena invited him in.

"Hey-"- she said -"ahm- wha-?"

And the answer to Elena's wha- was a kiss that Elijah sprung on her making Elena let a sweet small uhmm out. 

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#Elijah Mikaelson #Elena Gilbert #Elejah #tvd fanfiction #Fanfiction #alternative universe

[shinobicyrus]

The Not-Date

A belated birthday gift for my good friend @homebeccer. I probably failed attempting three different fics until finally ended up doing one that’s pretty much a continuation of last year’s fic with her OC Phuong. Happy Birthday Becs!

Tucker waffled for three days trying to think of someplace for Phuong and him to have lunch. 

The Nasty Burger always worked when he hung out with Danny and Sam- but Phuong was someone her barely knew. The idea of taking her to some trashy burger joint that had been demolished and rebuilt more times than there were Spider-Man reboots just felt...juvenile.

Not that any of his other options were any better. Restaurants were too formal, and a more casual cafe just screamed “lunch date.” Which is not what this was. At all. 

He’d done his best to be as clear as could be on that. Anything resembling a date was so beyond Tucker’s ability to handle. The last thing he needed was to send mixed signals with the wrong lunch setting.

(Hell, the last thing anybody needed was prolonged exposure to the smoldering, irradiated wreck that was Tucker’s Foley love life.)

Which still left him with...absolutely no idea where they should go. 

God, all this drama over Lunch. There was no word in English or Esperanto that could accurately express just how painfully pathetic Tucker was being, right now. Maybe the Germans had a word for it. This seemed like something they’d have covered. 

Nah, screw that. Confidence was the name of the game. He’s totally got this. He fights ghosts on a semi-weekly basis, has gone through inter-dimension portals, hacked a robot-ghost assassin, and briefly ruled a whole kingdom as a power-crazed tyrannical ghost-pharaoh...

Actually...scratch that last one. No need to revisit that. Teenager stuff, everyone goes through that phase.

The point was, Tucker was a grown man with a tech job, an apartment, alimony payments, and goddamn time travel experience.  He could handle a totally platonic lunch with a minimum of panic texts to Valerie. Sure, Ms. Hunts Her Prospective Love Interests may be in the eternal four-way-tie of scariest ladies he knows, but at least she’s safer than the alternative. There was desperate, and then there was desperate.

Sam would have broken his feeble protests on the not-date status of the lunch on the peak of a single raised eyebrow while balancing little James on her hip. Danielle would insist on being his wingman, Jazz would be a post-doc shark smelling ‘unresolved issues’ in the water, and Danny-

Danny would try to be supportive.

Valerie listened to his plight with the same patient silence she probably used for lying in wait with an ecto-rifle and suggested a practical, easy solution.  

The answer was, of course, Meatheads. Which Tucker of all people should have figured out sooner- because Meatheads. You ordered at the register, but after you sat down and they brought the food to your table. Perfect middle ground. 

Yeah, Tucker was counting this as a win. The bar was set ludicrously low. 

He goes early because it was easier than sitting in his apartment refreshing traffic conditions on his phone trying to math-out arrival times and debate how early is early before it’s back into descriptive German adjectives levels of pathetic again. Ordered some fries to settle the nervous queasiness, which didn’t really help because cajun seasoning is delicious but the very opposite of calming.

He didn’t think anything much over Phuong being five minutes late. She was new in town, and even with GPS going to new places was a hassle.

By the time she was fifteen minutes late he was guzzling his second ill-advised mixed fountain drink abomination and jittering his leg, constantly looking from his phone to the door as though she could slip in between the ticks of seconds. Jeez, get a grip, Foley. So she was fashionably late. Watch, she was going step through that day any second and you’re gonna feel like such fixating tool Vlad will probably swoop in and sue you for copyright infringement.

Twenty minutes he- he doesn’t even know. She’d text if she was running late, right? Even if she’d come to her senses and the ‘OMG You Saved My Life From A Ghost’ gratitude finally wore off she’d still...like...tell him.

She didn’t come off as someone who would bail without warning. All that time in her apartment, Tucker thought he’d gotten a pretty good indication what kind of person she was. Witty but hiding it behind that poker face. Tough too- most people would be screeching and next to useless when that ecto-heap of a ghost crawled out of her sink. Tucker had plenty of experience with tough, kickass women, but hers was an...ordinary, down to earth strength. The kind you built for yourself by hand, brick by brick. 

Sturdy. Decent. If she had something to say, she’d say it properly to Tucker’s face.

Half and hour late and no word. Checking his phone for the umpteenth time revealed it’d been a fully thirty-three seconds since he last checked. The couple a few tables behind him chatted quietly in a language that wasn’t English. Re-reading the last text conversation with her; they’d said 1:00, right? Yeah, and it was definitely today.

God, he was such a self-absorbed idiot. Phuong wouldn’t just blow him off- not without good reason. Plenty of perfectly normal reasons; in Amity, plenty of not-so-normal ones, too. Maybe he should call? Or send a text to see if she was okay? Then again, one text would probably lead another and then Phuong would quickly get an alarming amount of babbling text spam in her phone.

No, he should still send one. Just one. He typed up a quick, casual message that he immediately deleted, re-wrote to satisfy a criteria he couldn’t even be sure of, and by the time he had wasted yet another five minutes weighing tone (casual but maybe it’s too casual like he doesn’t care I mean the last one was waaaaay too desperate like wow stalker much?) and almost didn’t notice when Phuong barreled through the front door. 

She was panting like a marathon runner. Clothes wrinkled, hair wild and windblown. Tuck stared dumbly at her, so she was the one who spotted him and immediately made a beeline for his table, practically collapsing into the opposite chair and still breathing hard. 

“I’m...” she gasped out, wiping a sheen of sweat on her forehead. “Am so sorry. There was a- I don’t even know.” She gestured wildly, flailing and failing to charade it. “I was just. Walking. Here. On time. And there was this...this noise. And then this thing- person. I...I knew her, but. No, there was an...explosion first?”

Tucker spied the rest of the tables in his periphery. They were getting a few looks, but besides the sudden hushed indecipherable chatter from the two behind them, it would take more than a slightly disheveled woman to grab someone’s attention in Amity.

“That...would explain the uh...you know you have a bit of glass in your hair?” Tucker reached over and carefully plucked a glimmering little chunk of marble-sized glass and wrapped it carefully in his napkin. 

She felt around her abused-looking hair. ”Crap! Is there any more?” She looked down at her the state of her shirt. “Shit, I look like a mess.”

Tucker slid his pop over to her. “Here, take a drink of this and just...breathe a little.”

She obediently took the cup, popped off the lid and guzzled straight from it rather than the straw. Tucker watched with almost morbid fascination while she keep chugging, throat working steadily, until she finally slammed it back down on the table like something much stiffer. An echo of leftover, half-melted ice settled hollowly. “I hate soda,” she said.

Blasphemy. Tucker had concocted - nay, perfected- that mixed drink formula himself, and the Illinoisan in him demanded she call it pop, dammit. Still, priories. “That’s fine. Let the hate flow through you. Feel better?”

She was surprised by the belch she replied with, looked sheepish, and nodded instead. 

“So.” Tucker folded his hands on the tabletop. ”Explosion?”

Phuong’s brow furrowed, like she was trying to remember something but second-guessed herself. “I...I think Ember McLain tried to kill me.”

“Ah.”

The caffeine seemed to have righted  her head. She narrowed her eyes at him, suspicious. “You don’t seem even a little surprised.”

“I mean, I’m a little more informed than most because of the Fentons- but yeah, we were kind of due for an Ember tantrum. She has this on-again/off-again thing with another ghost and when they go off-again, she tends to go off.”

“Like blowing up a hipster record store some people minding their own business might be walking past?”

“She’s pretty much the reason you won’t find a Hot Topic in city limits.” Seeing his opportunity, Tucker propped up his hands under his chin and grinned at her. “That doesn’t explain how you recognized her, though.”

“I...refuse to answer that questions on the grounds that it might incriminate me.”

“I didn’t know Ember’s albums were popular outside of Amity.”

“She was a world phenomenon- everybody knows her name!” Phuong burst out with what Tucker suspected was a lingering residue of musical thrall that had probably been implanted there since she was a teenager. Damn, talk about getting music stuck in your head.

“I’m only surprised you were into something so...mainstream.”

“So I’m not as picky with my music as I am with my movies. No one goes around singing lines from Hitchcock movies because they get stuck in your head.”

“Well, at least you survived an assassination attempt from your teenage-rebellion phase.”

“Only because some...some...super hero, I guess? He was literally wearing this black spandex.”

Years of training kept the grin off Tucker’s face. “Snow white hair? Glowing green eyes?”

“Yeah, that was the guy.”

“Congrats, you just got your first rescue from Danny Phantom. You’re practically an Amity...ite? Amityvill...ian? What would that be?”

Right there, Phuong looked like she had officially reached the tail end of her suspension of disbelief. “Danny...Phantom? You can’t be serious. What is he, some ghost superhero?”

“Pretty much. Keeps most of the meaner ghosts from getting too out of hand. Blowing up a shop was a little more extreme than usual- most the time it’s some floating boxes and a ‘Bewaaare’! Y’know. Wednesday stuff.”

By this point, Phuong’s fingers were carding through her already frazzled hair. “Of course there’s a ghost superhero. Why wouldn’t there be a ghost superhero. I find one nice apartment over the border with decent rent and now I’m getting blown up and there’s superheroes.” She looked up him, eyes screaming for sanity. “Please tell me he’s the only one. That’s there’s not like...a pack of super-friends or something I need to be on the lookout for.”

Their neighbors’ indecipherable conversation had picked up again- which Tucker found distracting. It was weird too- he couldn’t understand it, but he could almost swear he had heard it before. Japanese? Korean? Hindi? No...

Wait.

“Well, there’s...a couple,” he admitted, trying not to enjoy the bang as Phuong’s head met the table. “There’s the Red Huntress- she flies around on a rocket board in this red and black armor. Usually stays out of the limelight- not nearly as active in the media as Danny Phantom. Then there’s...well. I guess who could call her Phantom’s side-kick. Invisobelle.”

Two tables behind, a chair scraping and some muffled words. Tucker kept his face schooled. 

“Invisobelle.” Phuong sighed. “That’s just awful.” 

He shrugged. “Like I said, she’s just Phantom’s sidekick. Not nearly as popular or as active as him.”

Before Phuong could say anything else, her very discontented stomach gurgled a noisy protest. 

“I,” she announced, “am so hungry I would murder the cow myself if it was faster, and I don’t care how many calories it is or what my mom would say about it because I have goddamn earned it.” She cocked her thumb back towards the line at the register. “I’m going to go up to order. Have you eaten yet?”

He tried not to sound guilty. “Just some fries?”

“Okay, tell me what you want and I’ll do it for the both of us. And I’m paying. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten.”

“I know better than to argue with you about it,” Tucker said.

“Good man.”

After she left with both of their orders, Tucker waited until she was well out of earshot before standing up and approaching the couple two tables behind theirs. 

They both stiffened at his approach. One of them hunched behind an open copy of the Amity Park Angle that was three days old.

Dammit, he freaking knew he was hearing ghost-speak.

Danielle, as incognito as she could manage in aviators and a My Little Pony(TM) beanie gasped unconvincingly.

“Whoooaa, Tucker? You’re here too? No waaaayy! Only in small towns, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m completely buying this.” He pulled down the newspaper to uncover Wulf wearing a baseball cap over his flattened ears and sporting a pair of novelty shades that would be comically large on anyone but a literal giant wolfman’s long nose.

“Uh...Amiko Tuck! Kio surprizo!”

“Already tried that one, dude,” Elle warned him in a sotto whisper.

A distant, out-of-body perspective yanked him violently from solid ground so he could examine the situation from above just to confirm that yes, this really was his life and was something he had no choice but to deal with. An ache bloomed behind Tucker’s eyes- the start of a bad headache like his brain was punishing him for putting it through this. Fair enough. Taking off his glasses let Tucker both massage the pain out of his temples and make it much easier to not look at them.

“You two. Can turn. Invisible.” He hissed through the pain. “Why the hell-”

“They won’t let you buy food here if you’re not visible.” Danielle explained. “Company policy.”

Wulf picked up a large burger from a tray already littered with the wrappers of past conquest and munched on it demonstratively, like Tucker was still buying the cover story.

“And what, no one minded having a giant wolf-ghost-man just...hanging around the restaurant?”

Wulf swallowed the last of his burger and shrugged. “Ĝi estas Amity.”

Danielle nodded. “Yeah, nobody minded. Wulfy-Wulf even got a few phone numbers. He’s a total player.”

Tucker’s head canted, straining to process this new information. Wulf titled down his gunglasses and winked. 

“I. Well. Okay then. That’s just brings up a whole lot of other questions I’m not sure I want answers to.”

“Estas la oreloj,” Wulf tipped his cap like an old-timey gentleman and wiggled his ears, suspiciously similar to how a puppy might. “Ĉiuj amas la orelojn.”

“No. Stop that. No making me wanna pet you instead of yelling at the both you properly about violating my privacy like this.”

“We’re not spying on you, Tuck!” Danielle insisted. “We came here to be supportive!”

“Jee, ni estas ĉi tie por vi, Amiko Tucker.”

“Oh. You were here to support me. While hiding behind last week’s Angle.”

Dani hid her cringe behind an awkward smile. “We were here for you in spirit?”

Wulf chortled. “Heh. Spirit.”

“I am so unfriending Valerie for this, the traitor.”

“Aw come on, Tuck it’s not like- we just wanted to make sure you were okay!”

“I know you two don’t get why-” Tucker cut off what he was going to say, breathed, and tried again. “I get it, I do, but I’m just having lunch with a friend, okay? I’m allowed to have those, aren’t I?”

“Well yeah, it’s just-” Danielle sent an appealing look Wulf’s way. “It hasn’t even been a year since you and-”

“Ni ne diras ŝian nomon,” Wulf growled. 

Danielle rolled her eyes. “Fine. Since you and Voldemistress finishing signing the paperwork.”

“Elle, I get it. Trust me, I do. I am nowhere near ready to even start thinking about dating. Phuong’s a- look she’s pretty cool, and she’s new here, so she needs a friend to give her the Amity Survival Training. This is absolutely not a-”

“Tucker?” Phuong asked behind him.

“Dankon pro la averto, Wulf,” Tucker hissed, and turned around. His face burned under her scrutiny. “Uh...hey Phuong! You’re back. You wouldn’t believe who else had the idea to eat here today? Small towns, right?”

“Oh sure, he can do it,” Danielle grumbled.

Phuong, looking as though she hadn’t even heard him, was gaping past Tucker at Wulf. “Who...are your...friends?” The last word she said with skepticism. 

Tucker spoke up quickly to cut off Dani. “Oh. Right. Uh...Phuong, this is Danielle- she’s the cousin of my best buddy Danny, and...this is my very good friend-”

“Wulf,” he stood up to his full height and took off his hat in a way that reminded Tucker of old movies, when gentlemen stood up when a lady was present. “Estas plezuro renkonti vin. Ajna amiko de Tucker estas amiko mia.”

He held out his hand...paw. Sans the claws, thank God. Phuong looked down at the massive furry hand. Looked up at the enormous, wide-shouldered wolf-man that had at least a foot on her, and accepted the handshake like it had challenged her. “Nice to meet you,” she said. Her hand was pitifully small in Wulf’s palm, but he shook it gently. 

Tucker clapped his hands together. “Greeeaaat, everyone’s introduced so glad hey didn’t you say you two had to rush, Elle?”

“Huh?” Dani was hard to read with those stupid aviators, but thank God she decided to not be a little troll for once. “Oh yeah. Come on, Wulf. I forgot we had to the do that thing in that place that wasn’t here.”

“Eh? Oh! Jee, tre okupata. Ni vere devas rapidi-”

“You don’t have lay it on that thick Team Jacob she can’t even understand you.”

Plastering on a big smile, Danielle hooked her arm into Wulf’s. “It was nice meeting you Phuong.”

“Likewise. Maybe I’ll see you two around.”

Peeking over her sunglasses, she leered at Tucker. “I’m sure you will.”

“Good-bye, Danielle.”

Snickering, Danielle pulled Wulf along with alarming ease, considering their size difference. In his free paw, he held up a few scraps of paper and napkins with scribbled numbers on them. “Kio pri-”

“Dude, not now. Lot’s of things have changed in the dating scene since you’ve been alive. There’s like...a rule about not calling people right away.”

“Oh. Mi ne havas telefonon.”

“Yeah, there you go. Like phones, that’s a big one.”

Phuong waited until they were out the door. “Well they were...interesting. Wulf, especially.”

Tucker scratched the back of his head. “Yeah he. Uh. Definitely makes an impression.”

“Oh, I definitely got a few of those,” Phuong pursed her lips, chewing on a thought. “How long-”

“Since I was fourteen.”

“You two must be very close, then.”

“About as close as two guys that have saved each others’ lives get. Or...un-lives, depending on who you mean.”

“Lot of that seems to be going around,” Phuong noted with a conspiratorial little smile. Like it was their in-joke. Tucker smiled back.

A server came up bearing a tray of burgers. “A bacon-ranch half-pounder with a side of fries?”

“Oh thank God,” Phuong seized her tray and sat back down at the table. 

The server looked around the surrounding tables. “Uh...what happened to the-”

“He left, sorry.” Tucker said.

“Aw dammit. I mean,” blushing, the server hastily shoved the tray with Tucker’s food at him. “Enjoy.” And scampered. 

Phuong was already tearing into her burger with gusto. Tucker, taken aback, lingered over his food. She noticed him watching her, and asked with a full mouth. “Wahf?”

“Nothing. Glad I picked the right place.” 

“Thowwy-” She swalloed. “Sorry again I was so late. I would have called but whatever weird guitar blasts Ember was doing cracked my phone. I swear I’m not usually this bad.” 

“Trust me, happens to everyone eventually.”

“While we’re on the subject,” Phuong pointed a fry in Tucker’s direction. “Any other major Amity hazards I should know about? Because at this point, I’m pretty much numb to ridiculous bullshit, so you might as well give it to me all at once.”

“It’s...quite the list,” Tucker warned her. 

“I just had a literal blast from my black-leather past that almost gave me tinnitus. I can handle it.” She opened up her arms like she was inviting a hit. “Come on, what else is there? Are dragons real too? Vampires? Wizards? Government conspiracies? Is this whole town sitting on top of a portal to hell, or something?”

Tucker didn’t answer for a long moment- mostly internally debating whether Clockwork could technically count as a wizard.

“I don’t like how quiet you’re being.” Phuong said. 

“How about this? You eat, I’ll talk.”

“So do you usually go out to lunch with chaperones, or was that a one-time thing?”

They walked side-by-side down the sidewalk, parting for any fellow pedestrian going the other way. Offering to walk her home was only right, after having a literal scare from a raging dead rockstar on the rebound.

They’d been walking in amiable silence- so the question caught him off guard. “Relax,” she said. “I thought it was kind of sweet.”

“Sweet?” 

“Well, I’m guessing by how much you were trying not to look embarrassed while you were introducing them that their being there wasn’t your idea.”

“No, it was definitely not.”

“Thought introducing me to your ghost-friend was a bit too soon?”

“More like either of them. Danielle had a...weird upbringing and Wulf is...”

“Very loyal, seems like. And nice. At least...I think  he was being nice? I paid attention in enough Spanish classes to get the gist of it.”

“I’m actually kind of impressed,” Tucker said. “You dealt with the whole three hundred pounds of fur and claws way quicker than...well...anyone not in our immediate friend circle or non-furries.”

“What can I say? I’m learning to roll with the Amity Weirdness. After getting caught in the middle of a Rocky Horror Show street fight, the giant shaggy dog-man was pretty...tame.”

The emphasis at the end there. Tucker shook his head in mock disappointment. “I saw what you did there, and you should be ashamed of yourself. Also, he’s technically a giant shaggy wolf-man. He’s very sensitive about it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. And good side-stepping the topic, by the way. I almost didn’t notice.”

“Doing my best.” He shrugged away another rise of heat in his cheeks. It would be so easy for her to just ask, a few well-target words and Tucker knew he would unravel right in front of  her. It felt too much like his feet dangling over a precipice- a feeling he was disturbingly familiar with thanks to a best bro who could fly.

“I won’t ask about her.” Phuong reassured him, and Tucker could almost feel the phantom hand pressing down on his chest east. “But if your friends’ reaction to you going out to lunch with someone is to adorably fail at the covert part of a stakeout...”

“I didn’t take the divorce very well,” Tucker admitted. Understatement of the century. Take a nerd’s natural self-worth issues and throw in the colossal failure of a marriage crashing and burning, and of course clashing with someone who knew you well enough to say just the right things that would stick long after she left.

Phuong nodded to herself. “Y’know, if you ever want to talk about it with someone who wasn’t involved, even if you want to just vent-”

“I make it a rule to never talk about exes on a d-” Tucker stopped himself, wincing.

Of course Phuong noticed. “Never discuss exes on a what, Mr. Foley?” Her smile was just the right kind of smugly teasing, and- aw hell, this lady was so, so dangerous. “I thought this was just a nice, simple lunch between friends?”

“I-it is! I-I just. See, what I meant to say was-”

“And friends,” Phuong went on, as though she didn’t hear his pitiful stammering. “Are practically honor-bound to listen to another friend go on about bad exes and shitty breakups.

“And I,” she pointed at herself, “have had some truly awful exes. Seriously, you would’t believe.”

Oh, he could probably guess. “Bigots?”

“Just the three. I got pretty good at filtering out them out, especially the ones with a fetish. You?”

“Just two. Well...three, counting the homophobe. She thought our two month relationship would somehow trump a few years of friendship with Danielle and her girlfriend.”

Phuong snapped her fingers. “I knew it.” At Tucker’s questioning look, she said: “The aviators.”

“Ha. And that was her trying to be subtle.”

“Morbidly curious what she looks like going all-out, now.”

“She will probably hit on you just to see your reaction.”

“Being irresistible to all sexes is truly a curse,” Phuong replied smoothly. “Okay, my turn: stalkers?”

“Do hauntings count?”

Without skipping a beat: “Depends on what base you go to.”

Tucker choked. “What?”

“Well? Did I stutter? Come on, Foley, out with the dirty details. Was it like that unnecessary Ghost Buster’s scene with Dan Aykroyd?”

“...just second base. But I would like to state for the record that she looked way more alive when she was luring me in before the scary kill-murder banshee mode.”

“No judgments. I’ve dated my share of cold fish.” That poker-face delivery was so deadpan, Tucker couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “I take it you made it through scary kill-murder banshee mode unscathed or am I talking to a meat-loving ghost right now?”

“Don’t joke about that- they exist.” Tucker warned her. “And nah, nothing hurt permanently except my pride. Phantom showed up and saved my dumb ass.”

“Hmm. That’s two I owe him, now. Might need to start running a tally.”

“Good luck. He’s saved this town more times than I can count, and you are talking to an obsessive nerd here.”

“Have you ever thought about leaving?” Phuong asked him suddenly. “You said it yourself- this town is dangerous. Haven’t you ever thought you could just...move away? Get out of the spooky warzone and live a nice normal life?”

“Sure. My parent’s argued about it a lot when I was younger. They might still move away when Dad retires, but I...” He looked up at the city. The billboards for Mayor Masters’ re-election campaign, the ‘BEWARE’ posters warning about spectral overshadowing, the cackling ecto-pusses swimming past in the sky. “My other family is here. Danny and Sam, my godson, Danielle, Valerie- that’s her girlfriend, Wulf. I know I don’t matter that much. When you get right down to it, they could get along just fine without me.

“But...I’m not sure I could get along very fine without them.”

“I think,” Phuong touched the side of his arm. “You are forgetting that two of those people on that list were so worried about you getting yourself hurt again they put on hilariously terrible disguises and waited over an hour at a Meatheads...just to make sure you were okay.”

Tucker stopped walking. “Oh. I. Guess they did do that. Huh.”

Phuong waited a few heartbeats to let Tucker process this new revelation that his friends cared, and gave his arm a squeeze before letting go. "Does that mean there’s a chance we can have another lunch next week? I still feel bad about making you wait so long.”

“Really, it’s fine. I’m just glad you got through your first real ghost fight unhurt and not running for the hills.”

“Thanks, I think I- wait. That ghost in my apartment doesn’t count as a real ghost fight?”

“Nah, that was just pest control. It doesn’t get serious until the ghosts name themselves and start monologuing. But I wouldn’t object to an encore lunch. And no chaperones next time- honest.”

“Great. A week should give me time to replace my phone,” she took it out, thicker, older, but still serviceable if it wasn’t for the giant crack in its screen. “There wouldn’t happen to be ghost-attack insurance I can get on my next model, is there?”

Tucker’s mouth jumped ahead without his consent. “I can fix that.”

“You. Really?” 

“Yeah, for sure. May I?” She handed the phone to him, to examine. “Oh yeah, I’ve seen way worse than this. Just replace the screen, check to make sure none of the guts got jostled, an Ember-class screen protector; easy fix.”

“How much?”

“You just fed a bored tech geek with a project, consider it already paid for.”

“You’re...” She shook her head in disbelief. “Amazing. How soon can you-”

“Tomorrow afternoon, at the earliest. I can deliver it to your place, if you’d rather not wait.”

“You already know where I live, and I am a phone-addicted millennial getting psychosomatic hives from cell-separation. The sooner the better.”

“Consider it done,” Tucker pocketed it. “Tomorrow, then.”

“It’s a date.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECS #Tucker Foley #Phuong Foley #other people's ocs #Danny Phantom #Dani Phantom #Wulf #my writing #my fanfiction #damn this fic kicked my ass #but I will say writing Tucker and Phuong's banter is hella fun #I hope I captured her personality Becca #sorry again this is so late #kind funny I'm getting this done on MY birthday lol #I don't know why I am headcanoning that Tucker goes into a anxious depression after his divorce #but I like channeling my nerd angst in Tuck and his self-worth issues are kinda Canon already #so I think it fits #and if you were wondering why this idea trumped the other candidate fics #it was totally wulf in a baseball cap and sunglasses #keep trying Wulfy Wulf

[mya-rt]

*I decided to merge all the asks in my inbox and all the replies in this post. Sorry for the inconvenience. Please let me know if i made any mistakes with english!*

ASKS:

@melisa-kirkland said: Wait I totally don’t remember if I had said this to you before but you are the best, the most adorable, lovable, talented and greatest person I’ve ever seen on earth, and I love you so much.

You’re so sweet mel-chan omg !!! I’m tearing up... You’re the best and super adorable too. The Normanray art you drew for me is so beautiful, i will cherrish it forever.

@melisa-kirkland said: The new chapter is leaving me sobbing for the cliffhanger @melisa-kirkland said: The moment I finish this chapter: “Fuck” 

I feel you. Mel-chan is me after any tpn chapter. So relatable.

Anonymous said: Can I use your drawing of Emma (for her b-day) in my aesthetic? Thanksss!

It isn’t a drawing for her birthday but for the author of the manga! Since it’s a drawing for posuka demizu so please refrain from using it!! I’m sorry. Thank you for asking first.

@astolfoh said: Yoooo, Rie!! May I just... sob here in your ask box since finally our local boy Norman appeared?? I really missed him so much ;;. What relation do you think Adam has with him? May I join the send Peter Ratri to the shadow realm squad? . There's just been so much happening lately that I can't help but scream, omg. Hope you're doing well! ♡

Of course! ((Anyone is always welcome to sob over tpn hell in my askbox hehe-)) I’m SO GLAD NORMAN IS ALIVE. He was obviously one of my favorite characters and I missed him more than a lot! I think it’s possible that Adam was one of the guinea pigs for the lambda project, and managed to escape somehow. Everyone is invited to send the rat Peter Ratri to the shadow realm (I swear if he dares to lay his filthy hands on norman I will take care of him personally) (also anti daddy kink... smh) I hope you’re doing well too Mei!! I love you~ It’s always my pleasure to get asks from you.

Anonymous said: I really like your lining brush plus, of course, your art!! Can you please share it if it’s okay?? If not that’s cool too!! 💗

Thank you very much buddy!! I’m totally fine with sharing it but please take into account I recently changed laptop and so i just set it like this for the time being from memory. I used this brush for these drawings: 1 2 3 4. That’s not my actual lining brush but something close, and if you were asking for the brush settings of my previous drawings.... i have no idea sorry! By the way I color with the regular pen if you’re wondering.

@tododorkies said: Happy Valentine’s Day! Send this to anyone you’d like to send love to today ❤️ 💕 💗 (P.S. this is Bee)

Happy Belated Valentine’s Day!! I love you Bee (Bee and I are married by Oni laws) (Shoutout to @sleepy-cyclops because Bee’s side blog is cool, go follow for good tpn content!)

FOR THE ASK MEME:

@g-ran said: 001 TPN & 002 Cairn/Phos & 003 Haj

001 I Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: Ray ? Norman ? I don’t know anymore...

Least favorite character: RAT jk I love everyone

5 favorite ships: raynorman - normanray / emmanorman - normanemma / gildaemma / natanna / rayanna

Character I find the most attractive: I don’t think attractive is very appropriate but Dominic design wise ? (White hair, dark skin and red eyes... he will grow into a fine man... I can feel it)

Character I would marry: JAMES RATRI (It was. Love at first sight...)

Character I would be best friend with: Emma !! She is so cute and cheerful she would always brighten my mood.

A random thought: “ray is fine this way”

An unpopular opinion: Norman actually hides a frightening dark side behind his cute facade (I always call him my pure son yet he was damn serious about murdering krone...)

My canon OTP: normanemma

My Non-canon OTP: normanray

Most badass character: Bunkerdude

Most Epic Villain: Isabella. Mama is the best.

Pairing I am not a fan of: I’m pretty much ok with anything unless it’s incest etc...

Character I feel the writers screwed up: Conny because she deserved to live!!! My sweet daughter!!!

Favorite friendship: Ray and Emma... friendship goals.

Character i most identify with: Gilda. I feel like we have a lot in common.

Character I wish i could be: none. But I would love to be as brave as Emma, as clever as Norman, and as witty as Ray

002 I Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When i started shipping it: as soon as Cairngorm punched Phos

My thoughts: “YOOUUU AAAARE NOOOOOT DREAMIIIING” “What’s up with this crap!?” (Their relationship is all over the place... I love this.)

What makes me happy about them: How they manage to get along despite everything that happened

What makes me sad about them: Everything. This ship is so sad and hurts me so much... ((I love it?)) ((I’m so maso))

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I don’t read fanfics

Things I look for in fanfics: Pain ? Probably.

Who i’d be comfortable them ending up with if not each other: Phos with Cinnabar (although i find them annoying tbh) (I’d have said antarc if he wasn’t dead...) and Cairngorm... nobody (He only loved Lapis or Ghost and since both are dead...)

My happily ever after for them: I don’t think this will end up well tbh

003 I Give me a character and I will tell you

How i feel about this character: I LOVE YOU HAJIME MY #1

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Tori Himemiya, Eichi Tenshouin and Ritsu Sakuma

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: With the ra*bits members

My unpopular opinion about this character: he can. actually top...

One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon: Happy Elements could have given me Hajime in an Alice in Wonderland dress. but. They didn’t. We could have had it all...

Favorite friendship for this character: With Tomoya... aww...

My crossover ship: hajiruby. (Ruby Kurosawa from love live! lol i feel like they could get along well!!)

@tododorkies said: 003 Ray ;^)

003 I Give me a character and I will tell you

How i feel about this character: MY PRECIOUS EMO SON

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Norman COUGHS OUT BLOOD AS IF IT WASNT OBVIOUS ENOUGH and Anna!

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: raychristy is the best and heals my soul

My unpopular opinion about this character: His long bangs doesn’t make him cool, it’s ridiculous imo (Yet I love it)

One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon: Show him crying (I want to see ray crying so badly... I’m sure he must have cried a lot younger, since he often tend to keep things for himself and must have suffered a lot in the past)

Favorite friendship for this character: Emma!!! They have the best friendship... or Don.

My crossover ship: Ray x sleep is an otp. Give me the good content...

@lightningflash55 said: 001 Kiznaiver / 003 Ryuko Matoi / 003 Your fave tpn demon :3

001 I Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: HONOKA MAKI I love this girl

Least favorite character: Kazunao Yamada...

5 favorite ships: honoruru / hononico / katsuchido / katsunori

Character I find the most attractive: Honoka Maki is my goddess

Character I would marry: Honoka Maki... (Makichan all the way)

Character I would be best friend with: Nico ! She is so cute and seems funny to talk to.

A random thought: Maki doesn’t like whipped cream.

An unpopular opinion: Maki is a lesbian,,, 

My canon OTP: honoruru

My Non-canon OTP: hononico

Most badass character: Honoka Maki

Most Epic Villain: Was Sonozaki really a vilain?

Pairing I am not a fan of: honoyuta

Character I feel the writers screwed up: None?? I liked how all the characters were written tbh

Favorite friendship: All the friendships... since this anime is about strong bonds!

Character i most identify with: Chidori Takashiro?? Maybe.

Character I wish i could be: none.

003 I Give me a character and I will tell you

How i feel about this character: RYUKO MATOI IS MY QUEEN

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I only like ryumako

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: ryuko and senketsu

My unpopular opinion about this character: All the ryuko outfits are great. All of them.

One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon: I want to see how she is doing after all the events that happened sobs

Favorite friendship for this character: With everyone. Ryuko has so many nice friends

My crossover ship: I can’t think of any...

003 I Give me a character and I will tell you

How i feel about this character: You only appeared three times yet I love you

All the people I ship romantically with this character: None

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Norman as a joke because I thought he held him captive while norman disappeared

My unpopular opinion about this character: His hands are very cool

One thing I wish had happened with this character in canon: See him again?

Favorite friendship for this character: With his other demon friends

My crossover ship: with swirly boy??? lol...

#tpn #hnk #enstars #klk #kiznaiver #asks / replies #Rietalks #ASKBOX IS CLEAN #I drew ray in 2s ill probably update with a better drawings soon or later

[notsoguiltykpop]

I finally read your reply oops and I read your word ghostwriting as ghost hunting and I was like holy shit that’s so cool wow awesome but then I read it again and that’s still equally cool but less dead people involved. ALSO IS IT YOUR BIRTHDAY CAUSE LIKE HAPPY BIRTHDAY OR BELATED OR SOMETHING WOW IM SO HAPPY YOU WERE BORN!! ~Fish Wife🧜🏻‍♀️

Ghost hunting would be so so cool!! Haha, I’m one of those people that doesn’t exactly believe in ghosts, but I don’t quite not believe either, so it would be interesting to try to find something to change my mind either way! I died laughing when I read “but less dead people involved” omg! Ghost writing is less exciting, but no one has called me back about the “normal” jobs I’ve been applying for and I really need to try to make some money haha

It is my birthday! :D Thank you so much babe!!