#val ask games

[bloominglix]

Now that i'm trying to be a little better, i kinda wanna do this :)

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[cuppatrouble]

[reborrowing]

💧 for an oc of your choice

have a crybaby (💧)

[theconstellationprincess]

Hey, i know you made this post a long while ago [Jan 4th so you can know which one I'm talking about] but are you still taking requests for the "send me a blorbo and a number from 1-50"? Maybe vox and 27? [Or any song you'd like]

Hi hi! Yes! #27 -> look who’s inside again by Bo Burnham

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Vox paced in his office, watching on his cameras as Valentino slowly left Vox’s apartment. The other two had joined him in his apartment the previous night after Velvette had regressed and needed to be watched. Vox had left early for work, but Val and Velvette were taking their time leaving.

He fiddled with his coffee cup as Val entered the elevator, waiting for the doors to close before his shoulders dropped and he quickly made his way to his apartment himself, making use of his cameras as transport.

He collapsed against his door, fans whirring noisily as he sloppily locked his door. It was quiet, apart from his fans. He’d felt the ever encroaching fuzz for a couple of days now, but the time had never been right. He felt frustrated tears well up in his eyes but he blinked them away, instead stumbling further into his apartment and toward his bedroom.

With shaking hands, he pulled out the pathetic little box that held his minuscule regression gear. While he was happy to spoil and indulge both Valentino and Velvette with whatever they wanted, especially when small, he hated the idea of… giving into this side of himself. So he has the necessities for his general age range and that’s it; pacifier, a stuff shark, and pull-ups. The package of diapers was unopened, he’d learned that he would honestly rather have an accident than face the possibility of someone seeing him wearing a diaper.

Of course, he didn’t let his littles get away with this, after all no kid wants to deal with needing to get cleaned up or the embarrassment of having an accident that everyone can see. He makes sure that, when necessary, padding is used. But! Luckily for him, he didn’t have a caregiver. In fact, no one knew he regressed at all! So. There’s that. No one in charge of him, he can do whatever he wants, in the confines of his bedroom where he locks himself in when he regresses.

Vox changed out of his work clothes into something more comfortable, and black (just in case), before flicking the lock on his door shut and setting a 1 hour timer. He had stuff to do, no time for a proper regression, but enough that he can shove some of that stupid fuzziness back where it came from.

Vox flopped onto his bed, grabbing his pacifier and shoving it into his mouth eagerly. He grabbed his shark as well, cuddling it close to his chest. He was booored. Wide, curious eyes danced around the room until they settled on the door, which was making an odd sound.

“Vox!” Shouted the door in… was that Velvette’s voice? Did his door eat his friend? Vox stared at the door, shaking slightly. The door wobbled a bit and made a banging sound. Vox quietly played the sound back, trying to remember what it was. Knocking! That makes much more sense, his door didn’t eat Velvette, she was knocking and shouting outside of the door.

Oh. That’s not ideal.

“Vox!” She shouted again, “Listen, Val messed up a camera or something and he’s pretty upset, like, emotionally. It’s weird. Come fix it!” Vox swallowed, squirming unhappily. He eyed the timer. 50 minutes remained. He wasn’t supposed to leave the bedroom when he was small… but Val was sad! And, it’s not like he had a caregiver to enforce any rules, so…

“Val?” Vox asked, pointing at the phone. “Th-sad?” Velvette stared at him, confused. Vox tried to rennet what he was supposed to do if anyone ever found him when he was small. He was supposed to call Velvette, but she was already there, so now what? “Th-mall.” Vox said, pointing at himself, frowning as he lisped.

“I gathered,” Velvette said dryly. Vox hunched I’m on himself a bit, taking a few stumbling steps back until he was passed the boundary of the door and back into the bedroom. He shouldn’t have left. Vox made a high pitched whirring noise, fans clicking on again. Velvette was not happy. He could hear noises far away, the closer, and then Val was there. He was very tall when Vox was wearing no shoes. Vox hid behind his door, only peaking out slightly.

This did nothing to help when Val just waltzed into his bedroom, stretching out onto Vox’s bed without a care. He tossed Vox his shark stuffy. Vox scrambled forward to catch it, and then Val reached out and grabbed the corner of his screen.

“Hey Voxxy,” Valentino purred softly, “you really are small, aren’t you?” Vox nodded, pointing at his timer. Velvette spoke up from behind him.

“He has a lisp,” she informed Valentino, much to Vox’s embarrassment. He frowned at her, but got distracted by his timer. It was halfway done. Vox whined softly, he hated the timer! Valentino and Velvette were talking, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. He began to cry, feedback and static echoing into the room momentarily before he was able to mute himself.

The two others turned to look at him, but their faces were blurry. Vox whined silently, reaching out towards them because he hated being alone, and he was always alone and it was no fun.

Things were blurry from there, but as he had trained himself too, Vox dropped back out of headspace when the timer went off. It was disorienting and sometimes painful, but it worked as an off switch so he used it. He blinked a few times. He was on the couch, and his apartment was a disaster. Velvette and Valentino were cuddling him on either side of him, and they looked like disasters too. Exhausted and, to Vox’s embarrassment, clearly bruised and bitten. How much havoc had he wrecked in 30 minutes?

He slowly extracted himself from this embrace, because he had set that timer for a reason, and stretched. He felt far better than he had after regressing since… well a while. Vox yawned as he got himself ready for the rest of the day, jealously eyeing his two compassions as they snoozed on the couch. Perhaps, he need not isolate himself every time he’s small.

[icemastervalorie]

A small figure approached from the distance, not nearly as bulky with clothes or fur as most things on shiverchill. As it got closer, she could see that it was a familiar red haired boy.

"Oh, hey valorie!" Cameron said with a slightly forced smile, clearly very cold, "didn't expect to see you out here haha, I guess it makes sense though, since you're the ice master and everything! How are you doing? Any news?"

Val was wearing a thick coat and what appears to be… a crown like headpiece? Not a beanie or an earmuff, literally just a crown of crystals on her head.

“Oh hey Cameron.” She greeted him, holding onto the straps of her bag. “Nothing much. I heard Kepler is in dragon isles, worried about him to be honest. Winston’s the one doing rift runs today but I feel like something else seems… off.”

“…like someone knows something they shouldn’t…”

You can see a glimpse of various crystals in Val’s bag….

[iceman-maverick]

Huddling for warmth + "I really think you should re-evaluate your priorities."

“I really think you should re-evaluate your priorities,” Ice says, twirling the phone cord as he waits for the tone to go through. 

He’s a vision in his briefs, sprawled out all sunkissed across Maverick’s baby blue sheets. The sun is just beginning to set, casting the room in a light orange glow- a picture perfect ending to a deliciously relaxing day by the pool. Mav was drawn to this rental mostly because of the price and proximity to Carol's house - the pool was just a bonus that left Ice hellbent on getting as much return on investment as their instructor schedules would permit.

Maverick tries not to think so hard about how sweetly the sheets bring out the color in Ice’s eyes. Tries to forget Carol's gleeful teasing from back when he bought the damn things on a Target run.

Seriously Pete? She had squealed, Look at the tag! They're called Pradise Ice for Heaven's sake.

He pushes her laughter from his mind - or at least he tries to.But then Ice rolls his shoulder, stretches like a sunbathing cat and exposes his neck for all the world to see. Peppered along the tanned skin is a constellation of angry red and purple bite marks, evidence of a night well spent.

Maverick smirks and turns to open his drawers. He’s drenched to the bone, shirt clinging uncomfortably to his chest and making all sorts of strange and off putting squishing sounds as Maverick tries to wrestle himself free. He nearly loses his footing and doesn't even wait for the cackling to start before he raises a middle finger up to Ice who is far too pleased about Maverick's spectacle. 

“I couldn’t let it die,” Maverick whines, putting as much elbow grease into peeling his jeans off as his still aching back is willing to allow. 

A night well spent, indeed. 

“Mother nature can be cruel,” Ice drones. Even with his back turned, Maverick can hear the frown in his voice. The line’s engaged, Mav figures, just as he hears the testy click of Ice dropping the phone back to the receiver. “We’re going to starve because you had to go all Baywatch on a frog,” 

"It was a nice frog," Mav shrugs, tossing his wet clothes to the side of the room and happily ignoring Ice's pointed frown.

Mav forgoes fresh clothes and instead opts to crawl up the bed and flop down squarely across Ice’s chest. He brings his arms up to wrap around Ice’s shoulders, basking in his radiating body heat. Maverick swears that Ice is some sort of lizard what with his uncanny ability to soak up the sun. Ice always tends to run hot - the irony is not lost on either of them - and Maverick is more than happy to help himself to his wingman’s warm embrace. 

“Baywatch, huh?” Mav smiles into Ice’s neck, trailing his fingers lightly along the trail of hickies. He pokes at a particularly angry mark and delights in Ice’s squirming. “Didn’t peg you for a Hasselhoff kinda guy,” 

“Oh shut up,” Ice pushes away Mav’s proding fingers, and then starts to buck until Mav slides off besides him. Mav makes a noise not unlike a dying animal before flailing his arms back towards Ice.

“Oof- Mav let go, it’s fucking hot,” 

“Yeah, well I’m fucking cold,”

Mav successfully gets an arm back around Ice’s shoulder and uses it to propel himself back into the warm cocoon of Ice’s chest. Ice begins to worm his way out again but then Mav quickly shoves a thigh firmly between Ice’s legs and well, looky here, doesn’t that do that trick nicely?

“Now, are you going to help or am I stuck warming myself up all by myself?” Mav says, leaving a fresh trail of kisses along a suddenly much more cooperative Ice.

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I was going to go in a completely angsty direction with this prompt - I'm talking chemo angsty - but then I opened up pinterest and the monstrosity above was suddenly thrusted upon me. Val Kilmer's body is obsecene, I want to feed him grapes and fawn him with various large leaves.

We're playing an IceMav askbox fic game. Send me a trope and a first sentence and I'll write at least one paragraph!

[theplottdump]

Maybe 🌱Chad & Sunny for extra coziness/💀Alejandro & Val for funsies/💄Dick for... Science?

(To many good options, I love your little guys way too much)

🌱 OC in Cottagecore style

💀 OC in goth/emo/scene attire i wouldn't say it matches the prompt but it does bring me sick joy.

💄 OC in something from the 20’s Dick Hamm fan club rise up. We are small but we are mighty!!!

[satanfemme]

[ID in alt]

me & my wife's new baldur's gate 3 character. not much else to say about him, he's just kinda epic :o)

[savingsallow]

SWEETEST BEAN! 💕

Dropping some questions for the lovely Val 🥺❤️

👨‍⚖️- What is your MCs opinion on the Ministry?

🧑‍💼- What is your MCs adult job?

🧑‍🏫- Who is your MCs favorite teacher?

🤡- What is your MCs boggart or biggest fear?

TO MY PRECIOUS LIL BEAN~ ❤️‍🔥✨️

thank you for the ask! ♡

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[👨‍⚖️]: As much as Val is friendly and easy-going on the outside, this kid actually has a bad case of trust issues. So, I'll say that she really doesn't trust the Ministry. She always questions their moves in her mind and tries to secretly unlock their real agendas.

[🧑‍💼]: She'd be an Auror or a Curse Breaker! Despite her distaste for the Ministry, Val actually wants to pursue a job that gives her the 'thrill'. Like catching some dark wizards or breaking some good 'ol curses. But deep down, this is actually rooted to some trauma in her past so 👀.

Another one is that she'd want to be a coffee & tea merchant! Just the thought of opening a coffee shop makes her heart jump, in a good way 😅.

[🧑‍🏫]: Woah. This is a difficult one.

Since Val grew up in a rather neglectful household, meeting her professors later on felt like a whole new experience for her. She always wanted to have people to look up to, and when she finally did, there's a bunch of them. This kiddo appreciates them in their own way. But if she had to choose, well...

Professor Ronen! Because she loves his teaching style. Val used to attend a muggle boarding school, so Professor Ronen's style is something that she really feels happy and refreshed with. It could've been Professor Fig, but he's more of a father figure for Val.

[🤡]: This one is pretty funny and ironic. Val is secretly scared of snakes. Yes, a slytherin that is afraid of snakes! Doesn't matter the size because she would sure as hell scream and run away if she sees one.

But on the more serious side, Val's biggest fear is her power. She knows what she's capable of, and she's scared that it might hurt the people close to her because of it.

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— these were great set of questions✨️ I hope you enjoyed reading this! ♡

[lixenn]

Yoooo 😆💜 this is from the fandom oc ask meme

Which canon character respects your OC(Val) most? What gained that respect?

Which canon character does your OC(Val) respect a lot?

Hello there! Here I am finallly getting to your Val asks 🫡 Sorry it's taking so long she's kind of difficult to grasp for me sometimes OTL

Anyways! Val info let's gooo!

Which canon character respects your OC(Val) most? What gained that respect?

Okay so this question is honestly very difficult to answer because Val is one of my OCs that doesn't interact much with canon cast and the ones she does interact with (aka Varia) are kinda... not really people that scream "RESPECT!" y'know?

One of the people that does respect her (though I really don't know about most) would be Lussuria. He admires her combat abilities and the way she balances being a mother and an assassin at the same time.

Which canon character does your OC(Val) respect a lot?

(Disclaimer: I'm headcanoning here)

Val respects several people in her life but since this is asking for a canon character I would say: Daniela Vongola. They only ever meet briefly during Vongola get togethers but the small glimpse she got, combined with the Eighth's reputation, was enough to make a lasting impression. Daniela is known as a ruthless woman, ruling the strongest mafia family during the second world war and dominating in a position that has always been hold by men. Valerie admires her drive and strength. Also Daniela has a surprisingly wicked sense of humor which Val appreciates in a person.

oc ask game

[cuppatrouble]

[sailforvalinor]

Some OC Asks

Do they sing?

If they sing (or if not) what part do they sing?

If your OC were an instrument, what would they be?

What musical theatre ballad fits them?

If this OC has a love interest, what musical theatre duet suits them?

Which song off of your most recently played playlist are they?

What fictional character do you think most influenced them, or is most like them (intentionally or not)?

If they had the option to travel to the past and change one thing, would they? What would they change?

Pick a quote from Avatar: The Last Airbender that describes them.

What Middle-Earth race would they be?

What is their weapon of choice (literal or figurative)?

What do they most dislike about themselves?

If they existed in the real world (or if they do) what would their favorite Shakespeare play be?

Are they easily embarrassed?

What superhero are they most like?

What are they NOT afraid of?

How healthy are their familial relationships?

What are they terrified to lose?

Which Austen heroine/hero are they most like?

Are they a romantic?

What is their love language?

Are they a good dancer?

Are they a reader? What do they like to read?

What makes them feel more confident?

Are they quick to anger? What is most likely to make them angry?

Do they cry easily?

What is their hamartia (fatal flaw)?

Are they generally likeable? How do other characters typically react to them when first meeting them?

What do they consider to be their greatest strength? Is this actually their greatest strength, or is there something about themselves they don’t see?

What does your average person first notice about them?

If they were a tea, what tea would they be?

Rate on a scale of 1 to 10 how likely they are to commit a crime.

Who are they most likely to confide in?

Who is the LAST person they would confide in?

They are stranded on an island. In front of them is a box, and inside that box is one item of their choice. What is in that box? (Yes, I stole this from Agents of Shield.)

Which of their parents are they most like?

[crazyunsexycool]

Hello everyone!!!

Here is my reader appreciation ask game!!!!

Rules:

Please select a prompt from the list below. Make sure to add the actual prompt into the ask.

Select one of my current series pairings, ex: My Little Love Bucky x Sugar, Heart Munition Steve x Reader

Send as many asks and prompts as you want

Please like, comment and reblog it would mean the world to me!!!

Send asks from May 6th - May 11th

Lastly I want to thank everyone that’s followed, liked, commented and reblog he’d anything I’ve written. You don’t know how much it means to me that you’ve taken time out of your day to read anything I’ve written. I’d also like to take a moment to shout out a few people that have interacted constantly with my fics:

@talesofadragon @brilliantdumb @goldylions @jvanilly @ozwriterchick @vicmc624 @ilovetaquitosmmmm @kandis-mom and whoever my nonnies are that always send me great questions and scenarios. You know who you are and I appreciate all of the asks!! 💛💛

Prompt list:

Romantic non-sexual prompts

Pregnancy prompt

Cute interaction

Hand holding

Relationship milestones

Lover being hurt

Soulmate AU

Shoutout to @creativepromptsforwriting for all of these amazing prompt lists!!

[youre-ackermine]

Hi Bestie! 14 for the aot ask game. 💕

Hi Beautiful ♥️

How are you Bestie?

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14- Favorite piece of merch that you own?

I already answered here.

But I can show you 1/3 of my collection of Levi & Hange acrylic standees 👀

[Tagging Alyssa as well @l3visthighs ✨]

Here's the top shelf!

Have you received your Gudetama standee yet??

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Have a nice weekend my love 🫂❤️

[isaut]

hiiii, number 6 for a song?? 💗✨😚

reader is a cat burglar who teamed up with the troupe for a heist. phinks x reader.

send me a # and ill write a fic based on it!

you glance over at phinks from where he sits on your couch. it was a bad idea, bringing him back here anyways. not when the heist had went well, and everyone had dispersed, and he already looks at your with those big puppy eyes.

"what, we can't be friends?" phinks asks through a laugh that poorly hides his insecurity.

you laugh. "oh. we're not going to be friends."

"what makes you say that?" he asks. his thick fingers twirl around the tassel on your throw pillow. you like your place. it's tucked away. you hope phinks won't snitch. hope he won't show back up everyday. the idea of him with flowers or a boombox makes you cringe internally.

"you don't want to be friends," you say, bringing your drink up to your lips. it's one of those seltzers, made by a cheap beer company. tastes too much like fruit and sugar and like nothing at all.

"i mean, we can, we can keep in touch," phinks says. "i mean, like, you've got good synergy with us."

"i don't play well on teams," you say.

"you played well tonight."

"tonight, sure. but not in the future."

"what makes you say that?"

"there's too many of y'all," you say, shaking your head. "i could do one of y'all, but not all of y'all." it's not your m.o. to move around with a group, you prefer slinking around in the shadows, snatching diamonds and gems from above.

you like big and clunky. you like emitters. but they are too sold for your slippery hands.

"we can fuck tonight," you say, after another long pull of the bubbly drink, "but you’re leaving before sunrise."

[hannahmanderr]

DANNY AND DAMON 👁️ (sorry i just love me the protective dad)

(affectionately calling this one Protective Detail)

part 1 ~ part 2 ~ part 3

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Of all things Damon Gray wasn't expecting on the night of the biggest snowstorm in a decade, a snow-covered Danny Fenton in his t-shirt and jeans standing outside his apartment door certainly had to be at the top of the list.

"Hi Mr. Gray!" Danny said brightly. "Mind if I come in?"

Damon gawked at the boy for a moment longer before seeming to come around. "Ah... yes, yes! Come on in! I can... grab a towel for you to dry off..."

Danny blinked before looking down at himself. "Oh!" Before Damon could say anything else, Danny's body flickered into a hazy mist, and the snow fell harmlessly through him and onto the floor. "Sorry about that," he said with a sheepish green as he flickered back into a solid form.

Damon couldn't help but gawk again. Sure, he'd known of Danny's status for years now (supposedly, Valerie had made Danny tell him after they'd graduated), but it wasn't often that he witnessed the boy he'd known as having the worst phobia of ghosts in Amity Park use such ghostly powers so easily. To witness him doing so now, after appearing on his doorstep in such a strange state, unannounced, was odd to say the least.

It wasn't until he realized that Danny was still watching him expectantly and he himself was still blocking the doorway that he noticed the silence stretching into discomfort. Muttering an apology, he stepped aside and ushered Danny in.

The door closed behind them with a heavy click. Now inside, Danny seemed to lose some of his bright demeanor as he shuffled on the entryway rug.

"Valerie's still at work," Damon said as he walked past Danny and into the kitchen area. "I'm hoping she gets off soon. I'm not sure I want her trying to get home in this storm. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, no, that's alright, thanks!" Danny edged closer to the window in the living area. Outside, snow fell wildly, blowing in all sorts of directions, blocking any view there might have been. Really, he'd seen worse snowstorms in the Far Frozen, but the human world wasn't quite as adapted to it as the yetis were. Weather like this could spell serious trouble for humans.

Damon reemerged from the kitchen with a mug of something steaming. He stood next to Danny, and the two of them watched out the window. For a long, quiet moment, they simply stood, Danny with his arms wrapped around himself and Damon sipping quietly at his drink.

It was Danny who broke the silence first. "I still feel bad she has to come all the way from here in Elmerton to work in Amity Park," he said quietly.

"She does it to herself," Damon replied with an air of humor. "I keep telling her to just find a place there in town. That's where everything important is, that's where she should be."

"Not you." Danny barely realized the response had popped out on its own. "She's still really worried about you. I mean, I know things are better than they were, of course, but... y'know..."

"What, with this thing?" Damon raised his left arm with a tiny whirr, and Danny couldn't help but stare at the metal hand that waved back at him. "It's been working like a dream. I was just telling her the other day that sometimes, it feels like it works better than the one I lost!" Damon laughed quietly to himself.

Danny joined in, but it was half-hearted. Memories flashed through his mind - a brutal fight at Axion, a toppling metal supply closet, lights and sirens and frantic screams - and he physically winced. That accident had been nearly two years ago, but the memories lived fresh in his head, just like the memories of his own accident from almost a decade ago.

"I... I think she still blames herself sometimes," he said quietly. "For letting Spectra distract her. I keep trying to tell her it wasn't her fault; I was closer, I - I should've been fast enough to get to you, but..."

Damon nodded soberly. "She's a stubborn one. Gets it from her mother. Once she gets something in her head, she just doesn't let it go."

"Yeah."

The two fell back into an uneasy silence. Snow howled away outside, and a gust of wind blew a wall of flakes toward the window, nearly making Danny jump.

"She wants to live there," Damon finally said. "In Amity Park."

Danny almost gave himself whiplash turning to look at Damon. "She does?"

"Mhmm. Not that she'll ever admit it to me out loud -" - again, Damon laughed quietly to himself - "- but she's always talking about wanting to be closer to the FentonWorks. That way she can be closer to work and closer to the portal. Heaven knows how many times she's left to go fight a ghost only to come storming back in ten minutes later because you've already been able to handle it."

Danny couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. "Yeah, she's definitely given me an earful about that before."

"I'm sure she has! But you know, Danny, the thing she really talks about being closer to is you."

Danny's heart pounded in his chest. "Really?"

Damon glanced at him, something Danny couldn't decipher twinkling in his dark eyes. "Is it really that surprising?" he teased.

"Yeah? I mean, no! No! Er, maybe? Ish?"

Damon's laugh was much heartier this time. "Well, if it is a surprise to you, then she's doing a good job of hiding it from you. I can see it in her face when she talks about you. Just the way she lights up and starts talking faster and faster, like she just can't seem to contain whatever she's feeling. Even when she's mad at you, you can still tell she thinks the world of you."

He paused to sniff and wipe at his nose. "She's always worrying that she's not doing enough for me, especially since I lost my arm. I keep trying to tell her she's doing more than enough. Just seeing my baby girl so happy... that's all I need." He turned to look at Danny head on. "And I have you to thank for that."

Danny's heart swelled. The love was too overwhelming. It shouldn't have felt like such a surprise to hear Damon's praises, but just hearing the words come from his mouth...

Without thinking, he took a deep breath, and, in one rush of words, said, "I want to ask Valerie to marry me!"

Damon, who had taken a sip of his drink, proceeded to spit all over the window.

Danny winced. "I - I mean, only if that's okay with you, of course! I'm not... I would never just go behind your back or anything, no, but you know, it's just something I've been thinking about for a long time now and - and I mean it just feels like the right time, although maybe it's not, but I just... I love her so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her, if - if that's okay?"

Damon blinked once, then twice in an attempt to process Danny's frantic speech. "You... want to marry Valerie?"

"I - uh..." If Danny's face had still been covered in snow, the heat coming from his cheeks would have melted it instantly. "I - yeah. I mean yes. Yes, I do. If... you'll let me."

For a long while, the two stared at each other. The longer the silence stretched on, the more Danny shrunk back into himself. This was such a bad idea, bad idea...

"Wait right there," Damon said before setting down his mug and jogging into the back hallway.

Danny could only watch him disappear, dumbfounded. The urge to just transform on the spot and high-tail it out of there grew stronger and stronger by the second. Such a bad idea.

His and Damon's relationship had started on rockier terms, sure, but it was only because he had been worried her hanging around Danny would end up with her swept into his parents' shenanigans, especially because he still hadn't been a big fan of her side job hunting ghosts back then. And okay, maybe there had been some hiccups back when Valerie had forced - er, persuaded him to tell the truth to her dad, but those had all been smoothed over by now, he'd thought.

Right?

When Damon returned, he held a tiny box in his hands and tears in his eyes. "Come here," he said, sitting down on the couch. Danny obeyed.

"I was a little younger than you and Valerie when I first met my Sherrie." Damon ran an absent thumb over the tiny box. "She was the TA for my stats class my junior year of college. I'm telling you, I walked into class on that first day and got the rug pulled straight out from under me the moment I saw her. The most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on..."

Danny's leg bounced anxiously, but he stayed quiet. Valerie had mentioned her mother a few times, but she'd died before Valerie could really remember. Hearing Damon talk about her now was unexpected, but he got the distinct feeling this story was important.

"I sat right next to her. Introduced myself, tried to act all suave and smooth by asking her out, then got my butt handed right back to me when the professor introduced her as the TA. Still didn't stop me from asking her out again, as soon as the class ended. And again, and again, and again. I just knew it was meant to be with her. The day she finally said yes, I felt like I was truly living again." The smile on Damon's face carried the wistfulness and nostalgia of years long past, and Danny couldn't help but smile himself.

Damon looked at Danny again. "What you and Valerie have... it reminds me of what me and Sherrie had. I see so much of her in Valerie. She's got the same spark, the same stubbornness in her blood. Both of them just have this drive and intensity, and it's one of the things I admire most in them."

"I love that about her," Danny said instinctively. His voice had taken on its own dreamy quality as memories of Valerie's tenacity flashed across his mind.

"And that's part of the reason I see so much of myself in you."

Danny nearly fell off of the couch as Damon's words struck him. "Wait, what?"

Damon laughed. "You're a bright young man, Danny. You take a lot of pride in what you do, and you always look out for the people you care about. Even that right there tells me you and I are a lot alike.

"Not to mention that for as much as I see how Valerie looks when she talks about you, I also see how you look when you talk about her. I see the same joy and wonder in you that Sherrie brought out in me. I don't need to ask to know you'd go to the end of the world and back for my baby girl. You'd do anything to keep her safe."

"I would," Danny agreed earnestly. "She's my whole world, Mr. Gray. I-I know it sounds really cheesy but... I need her. I don't know what I'd do without her in my life."

"I know," Damon said, offering a warm smile. "Which is why I'd like to give you this."

He offered Danny the tiny box. Danny took it gingerly, cradling it in his palm. "What is it?"

Tears pooled in the corner's of Damon's eyes again. "The ring I gave Sherrie when I proposed to her. When she got sick and... and we got the prognosis," he said, his voice becoming thicker as he spoke, "one of the things she made sure she made clear before she... passed on was that I could do whatever I wanted with it, but she wanted her wedding ring to go to Valerie."

The box suddenly felt much heavier in Danny's hand. "I thought you said this was the engagement ring?"

"It is. I couldn't help myself. I was selfish." Damon reached up to his neck and, from under his sweater, pulled out a chain. Hanging from it was a simple silver band, studded with tiny little diamonds and twinkling like a star. "I've worn this every day since she passed. I couldn't let her go. Valerie was too young to understand. I swore to myself that when she got old enough, I'd give this to her, but... I'm a weak man." He sniffled again and wiped a tear off of his cheek. "I love my Sherrie so much. I'll never let her go. Not even death can keep me from her."

Danny wiped a tear from his own eye. "I've come face to face with death. It was... the worst thing I've ever had to go through," he said in a near whisper. "For Valerie, I'd face it down a hundred times over."

"And that's exactly why I know I can trust you with that ring." Damon took his prosthetic arm and gently closed Danny's fingers over the box. "It's not the wedding ring Sherrie wanted to give her... but hopefully it's the next best thing."

"She'll love it."

Damon cracked a smile. "And just how do you know that? You haven't even seen it."

"I don't have to. I know for a fact this will mean more to her than any ring I could buy."

Tears falling from both of their faces, the two men leaned forward and wrapped their arms around each other's shoulders. Damon squeezed Danny tighter and tighter to him. "Take care of her for me," he whispered into his ear.

Danny shut his eyes tight and hugged Damon even tighter. "I promise."

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