Stories feat. Ahs Characters

“This woman is making a joke of my hotel! All of these camera people running around, mocking the dead. This is the home of my life’s work! It is incredibly dear to me! I will not have this woman running around and defiling it any longer!” James yelled as he paced our room.

I took another drag of my cigarette, nodding slowly. All I could do was sit there, nod, and continue to let him vent. Billie Dean had made her way back into the Cortez to film some specials, just as she wished. I made it clear that I wouldn’t allow it but Iris went behind my back. At first it had increased business which was good, but now it was turning the Cortez into a tourist attraction. It mostly attracted many paranormal fanatics, some of whom were looking to be fucked by a ghost. I had to laugh at that a bit. I could be fucked by a ghost whenever I wanted to. Though apparently not now, since this Billie Dean was taking my ghost husband’s attention away from me.

“Diana!” James snapped, causing me to look up at him.

“Yes dear?” I asked innocently, knowing full well I had just zoned out during his rant, which would very likely upset him.

“Have you been listening to me?” He demands, his voice sounding cold and authoritative.

“Yes darling. Billie Dean is making a joke of this hotel and it has upset you. It is all you have spoken of for weeks.” I took another drag off of my cigarette, not bothering to mask my lack of enthusiasm.

“It sounds to me as if you don’t care, that you’re fine with this place, my creation, our home, becoming a joke.” James turned from me. I set down my cigarette in the ashtray. I stood and approached my husband.

I came up to James and wrapped my arms around him. “I hate that bitch. I told Iris I never wanted her to step foot in this hotel again.” I kissed his neck, hoping to make him warm up to me. “If I weren’t afraid of trapping her spirit here forever, I would have killed her the last time she was here.” James turned to face me. “But this venting is aimless. It isn’t productive. We need a plan. We need to ensure that she leaves and never comes back.”

James smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “You are quite right my dear.”

As much as I wanted to kiss his lips and stay here in his arms, I knew I had to do some digging about Billie Dean. “Now, you finish preparations for Devil’s Night tonight. Or have you forgotten your favorite night of the year my love?” I teased.

“How could I forget, all of my proteges, and my queen by my side.” He gripped my hips. I nearly melted at his touch. “I do hope to receive an invitation to your exclusive after party.”

I looked at him, seeing the hunger in his eyes. I was overjoyed to see that he wanted me, for the first time in weeks. I wanted to take him right then and there, but I had bigger problems. My husband would have to wait for me until tonight. “Of course you’re invited, and I made sure to have your favorite on the menu.” I gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “I’m going down to the front desk to see if I can find out more about our friend Billie Dean. Don’t worry, there will be plenty of me tonight.”

James gave me a kiss and then reluctantly let me go.

I stopped when I reached the door. “With the dress I’m wearing tonight, I will be impressed if you make it through all of dinner without sending everyone home early.” Before he could respond I was out the door. I made my way down to the bar, where I found Ramona and Iris. Liz was most likely working the front desk.

“Something must be done.” I informed them as I made my way behind the bar to pour myself a drink, which I proceeded to down in a single gulp.

“Well what’s the matter with you?” Iris asked.

“If I have to hear one more word about Billie Dean from my husband…” I poured another drink. “It won’t be good.”

“Funny you should mention it. Iris and I were just talking about her.” Ramona laughed. “Iris says its all her fault so you may want to take it up with her.”

“In my defense I thought she would be good for business, and she was, you can’t deny that” Iris huffed.

I pondered and sipped my drink. “You weren’t wrong, I’m glad this place is more alive. I’m glad business is good. I just hate living in a fucking theme park, feeling like my life is a show. People think it is some big joke to have sex with a ghost….”

“Look, why don’t we just shut the place down. If we aren’t open she can’t film here anymore. Will Drake has plenty of money now.” Ramona said.

“We need to make it to 2026, so they cannot touch us. Closing would be very suspicious. We don’t need any more unwanted attention than we already have.” I explained.

“We’ve worked hard to get where we are, I’m not going to let some ghost stories and paranormal freaks shut us down.” Iris stated.

“I guess I just don’t see the point. It seems like a lot of energy for nothing.” Ramona said.

“It’s not for nothing.” A male voice stated, making us all turn our heads. There was John. “This is a hotel, it needs life. The guests help those trapped here to stay in touch with the outside world. We wouldn’t want this place turning into a graveyard.”

“John, I was wondering when you would be getting here.” Iris stated cheerfully.

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year.” I sang to myself as I poured another drink. John was now one of the spirits who materialized at the Cortez for Devil’s Night. In all honesty his death was quite tragic. After hunting for Alex and Holden, he was caught by the police and shot down, right in front of the hotel. Part of me was glad that he hadn’t made it in time. I don’t think I could have handled him taking up James’ attention for all eternity. Though I still didn’t forgive John for killing Elizabeth, I understood he had his reasons, and I respected him. Every Devil’s Night I would find myself growing friendlier towards him, and drinking always helped.

“Glad to see you too, Diana.” John said, giving me a nod. I gestured to him with my glass before taking a sip.

“We’ve missed you John.” Iris stated.

“It’s always good to be home.” John stated. “Now what’s all this about closing the hotel?” He asked.

“Billie Dean Howard.” I replied. “She has gone from making us popular to turning us into a joke, and we’ve all had it.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I don’t like her here, poking around. Is she still trying to contact me?” He chuckled.

“Oh yes, every year, without fail.” Iris nodded.

“Surprised she didn’t make arrangements for this year. Maybe if she finally met you she would go away.” I said.

“That could work.” John mused, turning to face me fully. “What if I brought her to the party tonight? That would be enough to scare the shit out of anyone. I know I got scared, my first time.”

“It is unsettling at first, unfortunately you and I fit right in.” I laughed. “But I don’t think precious little Billie Dean will.”

“Iris, get Billie here, and get her in my room. I think we can finally be rid of this woman. Diana, lets go see your husband.”

With my drink still in hand, I let John take my arm and lead me to the elevator. We made our way up to mine and James’ suite. I opened the door with a smile.

“The prodigal son has returned, darling.” I announced with a giggle. James appeared and greeted John with a firm handshake.

“Pleasure to see you. How did things go downstairs?” He asked.

“John here has an idea of how to get rid of Billie Dean, but we may have to adjust our party plans a bit.” I informed him.

“Anything to be rid of that foul woman.” James said.

“Well, Iris is going to get her to come here. She has been trying to get in contact with my spirit for years now. If I give her the interview she wants, and guarantee her the story of a lifetime, I can lure her to Devil’s Night.”

“And there we shall kill her?” James asked, one eyebrow raised skeptically.

“Oh god no.” I laughed.

“But we will certainly scare her.” John explained. “We will get her to agree to never speak of this place again.”

“I do love your thinking, but how would we ensure that she stays true to her word?”

“Me.” I stated, putting it together. “Unlike you, I’m not bound to the hotel. I’m more than happy to hunt her down and drain every drop of her blood. She may not be a witch but she has something else running through her blood that I believe would be pretty tasty.”

“Darling, you have met her before, how can you be sure she would believe you? Or be afraid of you?” James asked.

“You’re right.” I mused. “I will get Ramona to come too. If Ramona doesn’t scare her, nothing will.”

“I believe it is an excellent plan John. What a fun party game for us this year.” James mused.

“Well, I see you haven’t quite finished with the dinner set up James, and I must start getting ready. John, I would go check to make sure your guest is on her way.” I guided him to the door.

“See you at dinner.” John said, heading out the door.

James moved to embrace you, but you held up your hand to stop him.

“Mr. March, I believe you have a table to finish setting. I’ll leave you to it, I must start getting changed, and I’ve got to phone Ramona.” I moved past him into the bedroom. Before closing the doors, I gave him a final glance. “Don’t worry. If you behave yourself tonight, I’m all yours.” I shut the door. Teasing James was a dangerous game, but I couldn’t resist getting him all riled up before Devil’s Night, and the delights that would follow.

Well, I know it has been a while, but here is part 1 of the finale of My New Life. I know I left you all hanging for a while, but I hope you are all very excited to see the end of this story. Is there anything you hope to see before Diana’s story ends? Is there another story you would love to see after this? Let me know. As always, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

I am so sorry I haven’t been posting. I just wanted to update you all that life is crazy. I had an unexpected death in the family in February, and that took a toll on me and my family. Also I am a full time student and have a part time job. I currently feel like I am drowning in school work all the time. I’m also in a musical and a dance show and those rehearsals keep me even busier. It kills me that every time I have some free time I end up falling asleep. I really want to do more writing for you all. Keep an eye out because I will be posting soon, I haven’t forgotten you and I still have some requests saved that need answering. If you put any in just know it may take a while. 

Also: I kind of want to start writing for DC? My knowledge is only Tim Burton’s Batman, Batman Returns, Batman Forever, Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, The Dark Knight Rises, Batman v. Superman, Suicide Squad, some Batman animated series, and The Killing Joke. Would anyone be interested in that? If so, would you like to see a separate blog? I keep my AMerican Horror Story writing and Star Wars writing on separate blogs, so I feel like if there’s interest I will make a new blog for that. As always I also have my Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/user/OneGirlsFanStories with my fanfics, but no imagines are posted there. 

“What?” I asked, unable to process what I just heard.

“I have prostate cancer.” Liz explained again.

“Oh shit.” Ramona said. “Are you sure?” She asked, handling her disbelief a bit better than I was.

“Yes, that is what the doctors are telling me.” Liz said, taking a sip of her drink.

“Isn’t there something you can do? Liz..” I began, but found myself at a loss for words.

“It is past the point of treatment.” Liz stated, taking another sip of her drink.

“You can’t die!” I lashed out suddenly, surprising Ramona next to me. “I lost my whole family, and now you’re my only family, and I can’t lose you!”

“Diana, you need to calm down.” Ramona said, taking my hand. “You know, baby girl, there is something Diana or I could do for you.” I nodded encouragingly.

“You know how squeamish blood makes me. Besides, I can’t live by taking the lives of others, you both know that.”

“But what about your son, and your granddaughter?” I asked. I couldn’t lose her. “How will you explain this to them? You just told me how happy they were to have you in their lives.”

“Hopefully they can visit me here.” She said, a sly smile began on her face.

“What do you mean?” I asked, sharing a glance with Ramona.

“If I die here, I will stay here. It is the obvious solution. I obviously have unfinished business, with my son and his new family, with you, and everyone at this hotel. So I figure dying here is the best solution.” Liz stated.

“Well Liz, we are here to support you, whatever you do.” Ramona said, trying to encourage me to agree. I nodded in agreement, though it was hard for me to imagine Liz dead.

“I want to gather everyone up and do it tonight.” She said. “And I want you to be there, to help me do it.” She said to us both, but looking right at me. All I could do was nod.

“I’ll try baby girl, but if I don’t I look forward to seeing the new you.” Ramona said.

“Thank you Ramona. I’m off to go spread the word.” Liz left Ramona and Diana at the bar.

“Are you gonna be alright Diana? You’re awfully quiet.” Ramona asked, putting her hand on mine.

“I just can’t imagine her dead. It’s so sad that she has to die.” I said.

“Well, unfortunately not everyone can be like us. Eventually she would have had to make some sort of choice like this, believe me, I know it isn’t easy to accept that a parent has to die, but at least we get to keep her this way.” Ramona stated. Diana did remember comparing stories with Ramona about their parents, and how she had turned her father like her but eventually realized his mind was gone and killed him.

“I think I’m going to go up to my room for a while.” I stood up from the bar stool. “I’ll see you later Ramona.” Without waiting for her response I started making my way towards the lobby. I kept it together the whole way up to my room, but once I made it in and shut the door behind me I began to cry. I ran to the bed. A hand on my back soon made me realize I wasn’t alone.

“Dearest, what’s wrong? Do I need to kill someone?” James asked. Usually this would make you laugh, but it made you cry even harder.

“No, but I do.” She sniffled and tried to catch your breath. “I have to help kill Liz.” I leaned into my husband and cried into his chest. I could guess he was likely confused but he continued to comfort me.

“Why do you need to kill Liz darling?” He asked, unsure if I was able to handle such a question.

“She’s dying.” I cried. I tried taking deep breaths to collect myself. “She has cancer, and she wants to die before it gets any worse. She wants to die here because she wants to stay here forever.”

“Well darling you won’t lose her at least. She will be happy here. Not much will change, you will see.” James said, smoothing my hair.

“What happened to Liz?” A familiar voice suddenly asked. I turned my head suddenly to see Elizabeth standing beside our bed.

I felt James’ grip tighten on me. I took a deep breath. “She has cancer, and if she doesn’t do anything she is going to die. So she has decided to kill herself so she can stay here forever.”

Elizabeth was silent, her eyebrows raised, pondering the information.

The silence in the room was deafening. I knew Liz and Elizabeth were close, but I didn’t want to be too forward and suggest that Elizabeth go with me. Elizabeth had a hard time with being dead, and was still rather sensitive to certain issues.

“In her room I think. In just an hour I believe.” I gave her the information subtly, unsure if anything would come of it.

Elizabeth merely nodded and left our bedroom.

I stayed in James’ arms for a little while longer, then I decided it was time to head up to Liz’s room. I made sure to clean up my face a bit and reapply some of my makeup. When I arrived in Liz’s room she wasn’t there, but many of the hotel’s spirits were, including Sally, Will Drake, and Miss Evers. There wasn’t exactly a safe person for me to talk to in the room. Luckily Will and I had developed a friendly relationship and he approached me shortly after I came in.

“Do you know what’s going on? Is everything aright?” Will asked.

“I think it would be best for Liz to explain, she wanted us all here for a reason.” I explained.

Right after the words left my mouth Liz came through the door. A moment later Sally had her phone in Liz’s face, taking pictures of her, which Liz of course loved. As Sally backed up Liz brought her hands together, ready to address the crowd.

“I’m gonna cut to the chase.” She began, looking at her hands. “I am the first woman in the world to have prostate cancer.” Instantly the mood in the room sank. “The doctor told me it has spread to the spine, and there is nothing left to do.” She shrugged. Will instantly came to her and embraced her. The two had become close with Liz being the face of Will’s company.

“We’ll spend whatever we have to. One call and I can get you to the best doctor in the world.” Will offered, but Liz shook her head.

“Oh, it’s too late for me. Besides, I don’t want to spend my last days with a catheter up my dick and poison in my body.” Liz explained.

This was met with laments from the spirits, stating how much they needed Liz.

“I’m not leaving you. That is why I called you all here.” She made her way over to her bed. “Now, I have provided you with various weapons. Take two, they’re small.” She laughed. I scanned the small arsenal she had on the bed. I had brought my talon ring, my usual weapon of choice. “Uh…hack me. Maim me. Bludgeon me. Surprise me.” She instructed, sitting on the bed.

“I think I speak for everyone here when I say we’ve all grown rather fond of you. We can’t possibly murder you.” Miss Evers stated. I did my best to contain a snicker.

“It’s not murder.” Sally argued. “She wants to be reborn.”

“You’re my family, I wanna be with you forever.” Liz said with a smile.

“She has done so much for all of us.” I reached out for Liz’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze, everyones gaze shifting to me. “We owe it to her to help her enter immortality.” I smiled, and my eyes began to water. I bent down and kissed Liz on the cheek.

Met by sounds of agreement, everyone began to choose weapons from the bed. Everyone was tearful as they prepared. Sally embraced Liz. As everyone prepared, Liz laid down on her bed, preparing to die. Everyone was ready, myself included, when the door opened behind us. We all turned to see who the intruder was. I smiled when I saw Elizabeth standing there, in all her glory.

Liz sat up and smiled at the sight of Elizabeth. “How did you know to come?” She asked.

“You were always my fondest creation.” Elizabeth explained. She then made her way over to the bed. “I wanted to be here to help you transition.” She sat on the bed with Liz and helped her lay down again. “One last time.” She then prepared the infamous glove, and with a tear running down her cheek, she slit Liz’s throat. When the life left Liz’s body she smiled, knowing her work was done. She stood and we exchanged a knowing glance, then she left the room just as quickly as she came.

“We should leave her alone now. You all know how trying the transition into the afterlife can be.” I said, With a collective sigh, and some muffled sobs the spirits left the room. I waited until everyone left and closed Liz’s door behind me. I was surprised to see Will Drake still standing in the hall, tears in his eyes. Without a word I embraced him.

“I know this is selfish,” He began, “But what will happen to the company now?” He asked me. “We need it, for the hotel.”

“I know.” I said, pulling away. “I was thinking that maybe I could take Liz’s place, and by that I mean attend the meetings and such. I need this place to keep going as much as all of you do. I’m happy to help. Besides, a little interaction with the outside world may do me good.” I laughed.

Will took my hand in his. “Thank you Diana.” He kissed my cheek.

“I’m happy to help.” I replied.

When I got back to the room James was waiting for me with a drink all ready. I took it and downed it in a single sip. He embraced me for quite some time. His arms just felt so steady and real. I wasn't on the verge of tears anymore, I was just in a state of shock. Of course I knew that Liz would materialize as a spirit, but in my eyes I had just seen the woman who had been a mother to me for so many years die right before my eyes. I had never seen the death of someone I cared for so much. My knees began to give out, but James supported me and put me on the bed.

“Don’t worry my darling.” James said, taking my face in his hands. “Your friend will be back again. She just needs a bit of time to adjust.” He kissed me gently on the forehead.

A tear ran down my cheek, but he quickly wiped it away with his thumb.

“I will never understand how I was lucky enough to find you.” I said.

He merely smiled. “You know as well as I do that this hotel is very special. It brought you to me.” He kissed me on the lips. It was so sweet and tender I could have cried again. Soon he was in bed beside me, holding me as I drifted to sleep.

The night passed in spurts of sleep. I finally gave up on sleep and decided to get up. I saw that it was early afternoon. I decided the most useful thing to do would be to go down to the bar and make sure everything was still in order there without Liz. James was nowhere to be found as I got dressed. He probably knew that I needed some time alone. When I got to the bar there wasn’t a person in sight. I decided I could maybe tidy up the bar, but when I got back there I saw Liz kept things incredibly clean. Still I took a rag and absentmindedly began to wipe the counter.

“Excuse me.” A familiar voice said. “Are you the new girl or something?” My head shot up to see Liz sitting in front of me in all her glory. I ran around the bar to embrace her.

“Oh, you don’t know how happy I am to see that you made it!” I exclaimed.

Liz pulled away and looked at me. “Are you kidding? Honey I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” She laughed. “But I have some very exciting news.”

“Tell me.” I said sitting down and taking Liz’s hands in mine.

“Well, Tristan came back to me!” She revealed, and I squealed.

“Did he tell you why he wouldn’t talk to you?” I questioned. The last thing Liz needed right now was to have her heart toyed with.

Liz nodded. “He didn’t want to hold me back. He thought coming back would pull me into him and make me want to die sooner than I was meant to. He said I had a lot of living to do.”

I smiled at my dear friend. “You really did. But I want to hear all about your reunion.”

With a devious smile Liz proceeded to tell me all about her first night back with Tristan. I was just so happy to know that she was with me again, and that I hadn’t lost the most important mother figure I had ever known.

And finally here is part 37! Only two more parts planned. If there is anything you feel you must see in this story before it ends now is the time to tell me. Also I should be answering some ship requests in the next couple days. I am so sorry for the wait but my brain has been scattered the last few days. I hope you enjoy this part! Comments and messages are always welcomed! As always thank you so much for reading. I love you all!

I see your ship request as well so I am going to do a sort of imagine/ship with Kit Walker.

When he first saw you he was struck by how much light and life you had. His children were with him. His daughter ran up to you before he could stop her.

“Why are you in a wheelchair?” She asked.

Kit put his palm to his face. 

“It’s all right.” You assured him. You briefly explained your condition to the young girl, who seemed very interested. “But,” You continued. “I am actually an actress, and a singer.” 

“You can sing?” The little girl asked excitedly. You nodded and smiled. “Can you sing something for me?” She pleaded.

“Julia let’s not bother this poor lady any more, alright?” Kit offered her his hand.

“No, it’s okay.” You told him. You then sang a tune to the little girl. Her eyes lit up.

“Your voice is so beautiful!” She exclaimed.

Kit knew he should probably contain his daughter but he too was taken by this lovely woman’s voice. “She’s right ya know, you do have a very pretty voice.” He agreed.

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Normally compliments didn’t fluster you too much but this man was very attractive. 

The man noticed this and flashed you a wicked grin. “I’m Kit Walker.” He said. “These are my children Thomas and Julia.”

"I’m Vanessa.” You replied. “Where is Mrs. Walker?” You asked, then bit your tongue. How could you be so forward, you had only just met this man.

“There uh, there isn’t one. It’s just me and the kiddos.” He smiled. “Yanno, since Julia has taken such a liking to you, why don’t you come over for dinner sometime?” He asked.

You were about to protest when you saw the young girl offer you a quality puppy dog face. She didn’t seem like you would take no for an answer. “I would love to.”

“Wonderful. Can I, uh, have your number? So we can make arrangements of course.” Kit justified, which made you giggle.

“Sure.” You handed him a slip of paper with your number on it. “I look forward to your call.” 

 “My pleasure. I look forward to seeing you again.” Kit offered the most subtle wink, making you giggle again.

“Goodbye Vanessa!” Julia waved as her father began to guide her away. You were suddenly taken by the girls intelligent eyes. You returned the wave, now very much looking forward to getting to know your...new friend...better.

I would ship you with Donovan. He also knows the importance of trust, since he went into a deal that almost killed him. He loves that you have a dirty mouth and you having him laughing all the time. He sometimes likes to stay in and watching Netflix in bed, but whenever he feels the need to go out and hunt he loves that you’re always ready for an adventure. If he ever gets angry you’re the one he goes to. He will lay his head on your lap and you stroke his hair until he is calm. Sometimes he rants about what makes him angry. Once he feels better he thanks you and tells you he loves you, and takes you to the bedroom to show you just how much ;)

For a male I would ship you with Jimmy Darling. He understands a life on the stage. He loves your voice from the moment he hears it. At first he is afraid to pursue you but when he does and you don’t comment on his hands he is incredibly happy. He asks you on a date to the diner, and from there on you hit it off. Once you get going on all the musicals you love he is hooked. He is surprised when he hears you jamming out one day to rock and roll, saying that you’re full of wonderful surprises. He saves up and takes you to a show for your birthday. He watches you more than he does the show. Seeing your face light up is addictive to him.  If anyone comments about his hands, you are right there ready to defend the man you love. You love to cuddle in bed together listening to music. He will slip in showtunes more often than not just so he gets to hear you sing. 

*NOT MY GIF*

For a female I would ship you with Zoe Benson. She would find it totally exciting that you wanted to become an actress. When she hears you singing for the first time she can’t believe it. She is afraid of having you at the Academy too much, since she is afraid Madison may be a bitch to you because you’re an aspiring actress so you must be a threat. Your favorite thing to do together is to go into town on little dates, like going to the coffee shop, a book store, and especially the record store. You end up taking the records back to your place, and after a little while the two of you are making out ;)

I would ship you with Sally McKenna. Once she saw you in the hotel she couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. She finally worked up the nerve to talk to you at the bar. She started by complimenting your outfit and the two of you hit it off. You talk about music for a while, then start to go off on something you love and she has never heard of, but she just loves to see you get so excited. You spend a night together after a few week and you become an official item. You don’t go out much because she can’t leave the hotel, but Liz is so excited to see Sally happy that she always sets up a booth for you two in the lounge in some different fashion just to keep it exciting. If someone ever makes comments about your relationship, you and Sally are both ready to jump and defend each other. 

I would ship you with Kyle Spencer. He doesn’t come from a very good home, but with you he feels like he has a home for the first time. Whenever you bake him something and don’t demand something in return he feels loved. He loves to take you on cute little dates to give you something in return. Most of the time you do pizza and a movie, which you both love. He sees you draw for the first time he loves it. He can sit around and just watch you draw. When you create a piece of art for him, he hangs it up immediately. At the end of the day you love to snuggle up together and exchange sweet kisses until you fall asleep.

I would ship you with James Patrick March. He is fascinated with you because you can hold your own with anyone, including him. He finds you quite beautiful from the moment he sees you. Your darkness also pulls him in. He approaches the room you are staying in and hears your music, and instantly he is taken back to the time he was alive. He simply pulls you up from sitting and begins to dance with you to the music. From then on you are both hooked. He worries about you hanging out at the bar in the hotel, but loves to have the chance to see you tell some poor guy off who tries to hit on you. Then he takes you up to his room to remind you he loves that you defend your relationship.

I would ship you with Jimmy Darling. He doesn’t mind that you keep it simple with your style, but he gets really excited when you get dolled up, and the blood rushes to his cheeks. He also likes that you aren’t totally with the times, because most of the time he hates facing the world. He loves that you can always make him laugh. He loves you and reminds you how much he loves you every day. Some days you two don’t even make it out of bed, just laying around listening to music. Eventually you might get up and dance around in your pjs while you make some food. Things can get dark for him and you are always able to pull him out of it. He is grateful to have your light and happiness surround him, especially after everything he has been through. And, he is pretty good with his hands ;)