* 𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉 : intro , wanted connections , connections .

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@daltonmedici
* 𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉 : intro , wanted connections , connections .
* vedette & dalton :
“yea? i’ve been keeping it hidden away for a day like this - - not that I’ve been expecting a trip to monaco or anything but I knew you’d pull something out of your sleeve eventually and i wanted to be prepared” a smile spreads across her lips when dalton presses his to her forehead , quickly returning to her camera bag packing. “god i know , i’ll be lucky if i get to see you at all during march” v doesn’t mean it in a bad way necessarily , she knows march madness is probably one of , if not the most important event of the season. “just make sure he knows your wife can’t sleep without you next to her , maybe that’ll get him to let you off the hook early” she chuckles , tucking away the last of her lenses and film rolls she wanted to bring with her and zipping up her bag.
fourteen or so hours later , v had finally lifted her head from off of dalton’s shoulder , awaking from her nap just as the pilot announced they would be landing in monaco in just a few short moments. “how is it possible for a place to get more beautiful every time you see it?” she couldn’t believe her eyes - - the water was so blue , the buildings so white and the yachts in the port looked like they were parked in the exact order they were the last time she was home. she had never realized how homesick she was until she was home , memories flooding over her like a tsunami.
with ease , her hand slips into his when they get off of the plane. she can’t wipe the smile off her face while the two of them walk off. “i’ll never be able to thank you enough for this” she tells him , eyes watering as she looks up and over at him. only a tear or two falls from her eyes before she decides to stop being dramatic. “where to now ? i’ll try not to be too controlling since it seems like you’ve got it all planned out but there are a couple places we have to go , but some of them are best seen at night anyways”
゜゜・. time skip !
after a long day of exploring, rushing to make dalton’s plans in between vedette’s sudden bursts of ‘ we have to go see that !’s ( he’d set up an appointment for cake taste - testing at the finest bakery in monaco --- the wedding planning never stopped ), the sun was finally beginning to settle just on the horizon. there was just enough light for them to see, but sunset was gaining on them quickly, and dalton kept a hand on the small of vedette’s back as he began to pick up the pace just slightly. “ i’m pretty we have a private jacuzzi in our suite. ” he says, quirking a brow suggestively as they walked towards their hotel.
he’d planned it perfectly. not to toot his own horn or anything, but... toot toot. suggesting they walk back to enjoy the warm evening air, he’d taken the scenic route, letting vedette point out all the little things to him. his hand stayed on her as they began to cross over a little bridge overlooking the harbour, and he pulled her in to him, stopping in his tracks right in the middle. “ it’s gorgeous out here, isn’t it ? ” his eyes settle on the bay, watching the boats get make their way back to their docks. “ here, let me get a picture, baby, the lighting is stunning. ” he taps her butt lightly, gesturing for her to go pose as he took a step back to get her in the frame. dalton begins snapping photos, and then raising his hand and doing a little twirling motion. “ turn around so we can get a candid. ” clearly, dalton is well versed with taking instagram pictures for his wife.
but instead of taking anymore photos, he’s swapping his phone for a small box in his pocket. as he drops down to one knee, a dreamy, piano melody begins playing from a small yacht hiding under the bridge --- it feels just like a movie scene. and then the fireworks begin to burst, glittering the sky different shades of blue and purple. when she turns around to look at him, he’s kneeling there, popping open the box to reveal a beautiful engagement ring ( finally ), diamond and sapphire sat side by side in the shape of a heart. “ i know, i know... ” he begins, “ been there, done that, but... if we get another wedding, i wanted to propose again --- make it special this time. your dream, because you’re mine. ” he holds the box up for her to see. “ marry me, vedette. again. in this life, then the next. i love you, darling. ”
* james & dalton :
starter: open @egustarters· // location: library
james typically liked to consider himself a rather giving man…and a man that had to build up his resume. so, it was no surprise that he found himself stuck behind the tabling of a toy drive taking place in the lobby of the library. he had been sitting there, feet up on the side of the table, fidget spinner spinning in his hand as he desperately attempted to pass the time. his eyes naturally shot up every time he heard the door open; his parents had always said he was one to be a little bit too nosey. seeing that it was someone he immediately recognized, he gave them a warm smile before noticing how quickly they practically ran off. maybe they just weren’t in the mood? or maybe they were only there to actually do what the quiet, dreadful place was created for them to do…study?
still, james wasn’t one to go unnoticed. putting the fidget spinner back down, he grabbed a random teddy bear that were in one of the boxes and quickly sat up. his confidence had always been very much apparent in the way he walked; put together and his head held high. some people would probably even say it was something along the lines of walking with purpose. too bad the only purpose he had in that moment was to be annoying. he began to tread carefully as he grew closer to the other person, the last thing he wanted was to be snapped at. the man held the teddy bear in front of him, using it as a shield. “hi buddy! my name is mr. cuddles, and james and i come in peace…looks like you could use a stress bear.” he spoke in a mocking, high pitched voice, using the arm of the stuffed animal to wave at the other. sitting down, he simply just handed the bear over to the other. “you good?”
dalton had a lot of weight riding on his shoulders right now. with march madness just around the corner, he was hitting the gym more often than ever. james shared the same pain, of course, but dalton couldn’t help but feel it so vividly. being the captain came with a lot of added pressure --- it was his first one back on the court since he’d fucked up his ankle... he had a lot to prove. he’s so out of it that he hadn’t even realized it was james smiling at him when he’d scowled and walked off... doesn’t even think anything of it until the other is walking up to him with a cute teddy bear in tow. dalton’s shoulders immediately drop --- tension visibly escaping him at the sight of his friend. “ how are you not dead right now ? ” he questions, propping the bear up and making it wiggle its arms. “ i feel like i could sleep for about thirty years. i came this close to paying someone to do this assignment for me. ”
* claire & dalton :
Closed starter– @daltonmedici
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Claire had just finished up with some of her homework an was debating if she should go home or if she should stop by to see Dalton. She hated being alone most of the time and so she figured she would go bother her friend. She hadn’t seen him in a couple days and it was time for his daily dose of Claire. She knocked on his door and waited for about 5 seconds before walking in, since she did send him a warning text. “Dalt!?” She called out “911 I need help right now” she stated calling out knowing it was infact not an emergency but she did need some help.
dalton should probably leave the door locked, but it seems like they’ve got a constant cycle of friends coming in an out of the house, and honestly, he’s a little bit too lazy to get up and open the door every single time. he hears the door open, and he might be slightly concerned if she hadn’t texted him just a few minutes prior. “ --- are you a murderer ? ” he calls out teasingly, leaning back on the couch as she entered the living room. “ nope. just claire. thank god. i’m too pretty to be killed like that. ” he moves to stand up, “ an emergency ? ” he repeats in a questioning tone. “ is it like a... we need to crack open a beer and talk emergency, or are you just gonna use me for my height ? ”
* alex & dalton :
alex stood there as he watched dalton speak, nodding his head slowly at what he was saying. out of everyone, alex was probably one of the only people who actually understood what dalton was going through - after all, parties weren’t his thing and had never been, but somehow he would always end up in one, even if it was against his own will. “you can stay here… if you want. i just need a little more time before i go… out there.” he said, as he watched dalton almost turn around and leave the bathroom. he would have felt awful if he had let dalton just walk away after he told him that he needed some place to rest. plus, it wasn’t like alex didn’t enjoy dalton’s company, after all, the two were still friends… right? even after everything that happened, alex didn’t like to keep a grudge with anyone. “yeah, i get it… i mean, i don’t get it, because the hearing aid kind of helps. i mean, when i turn it off that is. it helps.” alex said with a small nod of his head, as he leaned back against the sink, looking over at dalton. “how’s um… how’s vedette?” he asked, deciding to be at least polite.
it’s not that dalton didn’t like alex, or that he didn’t want to be friends, or anything like that... it was just weird. wasn’t it ? well, dalton feels like maybe it should be, but alex seems to be acting relatively normal. the other man had always been a little bit on the awkward side ( dalton found it endearing ). he shifts his weight between his feet when alex says he can stay, considering his options. stay here and deal with whatever this is or go back out there and have the music rattle his brain again ? ... dalton decides to stay in the bathroom, moving to close the door to muffle as much noise from the outside as possible. “ i’m just fuckin’ exhausted, to be honest. i thought i could get a buzz and be fine, but there’s too many people out there. ” he lets out a small laugh --- dalton’s not used to feeling this way. he brings a hand up to push his hair back, leaning up against the door as he looked towards alex. “ v ? oh ... she’s good. really good, actually. we just went to monaco together. it was dope. ” he smiles --- that same proud grin that always takes over his features when he talks about her --- “ um ... how are you ? ”
* noel & dalton :
“whatever , i’ll buy as long as it gets you to come out with me — i feel like i haven’t seen you as much as i usually do since we got back but i can only imagine how bad coach is on your ass with march madness coming up” noel may be an athlete but even she can admit that she will probably never know what it’s like to compete on a scale that big , that much of an audience is enough to make her nervous even thinking about it. she was taking a much needed drink from her water bottle when dalton asked his next question , sighing as she shoved the now empty bottle into her duffle bag. “i mean , i’m trying at least — i figured sitting around and moping about it probably wasn’t doing me any good so , i’ve just been going out and playing soccer when i have free time which is definitely progress from all the uh…crying” she laughed , just like she always did when she was feeling a bit awkward. “ i never got a chance to say thank you to you and v , you know for like…just being there and not thinking i was a total twat — it meant a lot to me” she told him , slinging her bag up on her shoulder and waiting for dalton so they could leave. “have you heard anything about him? from ollie?” she knew she probably shouldn’t have cared , as a matter of fact most people in her shoes probably wouldn’t — but not being able to talk to nico tore at noel’s heart in ways she didn’t know possible ; she just needed to know if he was okay.
dalton winces at the mention of march madness --- don’t get him wrong, he’s super excited, but his coach had been tightening the reins a lot more in recent weeks. he loves it though ; wouldn’t have survived this long if he wasn’t 100% in it. “ i don’t know if i’ll have a free weekend until april. i asked for valentine’s weekend off and i thought he was going to pop a blood vessel from how hard he was glaring at me --- promised him extra practices if he let me go. ” dalton didn’t regret that. not one single bit. but damn, that didn’t mean he wasn’t tired ! he moves to retrieve his own duffle bag --- MEDICI plastered on the side in gold stitching that matched the one on his jacket ( clearly, the basketball team raked in a lot of $$$ ). “ yea, soccer’s a lot better than moping and feeling sorry for yourself, that’s for sure. ” he nods, teeth pulling his lesser lip in. “ but it’s also good to feel your feelings, or whatever. not good to let it all fester inside you or you’ll just explode. ” luckily, when dalton’s feelings had finally broke the flood gates, it worked out for him... he doesn’t want to give noel bad advice again. “ you don’t have to thank us for that, noel, it was the least we could do. and you weren’t being a twat, you were hurting. ” his shoulders lift in a shrug. vedette had taught dalton a lot about healing and patience, and he let it trickle down to his other relationships too. “ not yet, no. she came over the other day, but i didn’t really want to push. i’m sure she’s just as worried about him as you are. ” he shoots her a knowing look. “ ... have you thought about reaching out to him yourself ? ”
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IMESSAGE ✉️ DOLL10
TEDDY: yo remember that girl who lived across from us for like 10 seconds in 2010?
TEDDY: smash or pass?
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : not into redheads :/ pass
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : why are u thinking about some chick from 12 years ago
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : don't tell me u've been madly in love with her for this long
* 𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 ↝ ollie's bf
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : i'm so glad that you and ollie are dating
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : i swear this is the happiest i've ever seen her, even when she's not talking directly about you
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : whatever ur doing, ur doing it right
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : and we still need to plan that double date btw
sms 📱 alex & dalton
alex: good morning! sorry to text you
alex: just wanted to remind you that kobe has an appointment in the vet later today :)
alex: hope you're doing well!
alex: it's alex by the way
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : no worries man, thanks
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : hope ur doing well too
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : i didn't know u landed a job at the vet's office? congrats dude
* 𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 ↝ claire-ty
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : please please please tell me ur coming to the first game of march madness
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : it's on the 13th you need to be free!!!!
* 𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 ↝ eric
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : dude
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : send me ur notes for that class i know u were paying attention
𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 : i fckn fell asleep
texting starters send a symbol for…
🌻 a worried text.
🐰 a goofy text.
🦋 a loving text.
🧦 a half-asleep text.
🌳 a happy text.
🍎 an apologetic text.
⚠️ a text meant for someone else.
🕰️ an early morning text.
💫 a late night text.
🗑️ a text that wasn’t sent.
💡 a scared text.
💀 an urgent text.
🥇 a supportive text.
🔪 a hateful text.
🌊 a sad text.
⚡ an angry text.
🚀 a goodbye text.
dalton, cel, mac, blue
* DALTON MEDICI : a playlist .
a glimpse into dalton’s most played songs on spotify !
spencerstjames:
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spencer had been asked that many times, so he just shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes. “i’m not an ass just for saying the truth. i just try really hard to be honest when i think people suck. it just happens that they suck more often than i would like to.” he said, frowning as dalton went on about his story of what had happened at his first party, before shaking his head slowly. “well, in my first party, i ended up throwing up all over my bed. but in my room… not in someone’s house and definitely not in someone’s shoes. so, i’ve tried having some sympathy, but if this moron tries to throw up all over my feet again, i’ll take off my shoe, turn it sideways and shove it up his ass.” he said, as he went back to the table and grabbed dalton’s phone before handing it to him and then started helping dragging the freshman outside. “i don’t know what i did to deserve this, if i don’t have a place in heaven then i have nothing.” he said, rolling his eyes.
“ so you’re not an ass, you’re a cynic. or maybe a nihilist. do you believe everyone’s out to get you too, or is the paranoia not a part of it ? ” dalton blinks over at spencer, as if he’s studying him. evidently, dalton still hasn’t forgot the philosophy classes he’d taken when he was studying political science. he doesn’t actually care --- just likes poking a little fun at people. he thinks spencer’s being a little ridiculous. “ shouldn’t have joined delta psi if you didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of living in the resident party house. ” he shoots him a look. that’s the exact reason dalton had chosen to rush theta when he was a freshman. dalton takes his phone from spencer, opening up the uber app to call a ride for the poor soul that the two of them half dragged outside. “ think you’ll have to do a little more than threaten someone who’s absolutely shitfaced then reluctantly pull him outside into the cold if you want to get into heaven. interesting though --- do you believe in god ? wouldn’t peg you as the type. ”
vedettemedici:
at first, vedette doesn’t exactly notice when dalton initially leaves - - callisto is quick to slip into his place and cuddle up into her , causing her to fall back into sleep just as quickly as she had woken up. the only thing that made her actually wake up was the sound of the front door chime going off on her phone , she had just rubbed her eyes so she could reach over and check it but before she could even reach over to grab it she say dalton’s note - - and then dalton only second after. “what’s all this?” a smile didn’t hesitate to spread across her face , hand extending out to accept the flowers he brought for her. “these are beautiful baby , thank you” she raised the flowers to her face to sniff them before setting them on their bedside table in favor of now taking the breakfast he had brought for her. she’s digging through the bag of pastries trying to find the chocolate covered croissant when dalton finally tells her what he’s really been planning. eyes widen , face shifting to an expression of both pure joy and shock when she finally processes what he said.
“i’m sorry , won’t be running around where?” part of her tries to tell her that dalton’s just pulling her leg but that grin on his face shuts those thoughts down before they even get to surface. she can already feel the tears welling in her eyes - - she was going home , and in style. “dalton are you fucking serious?” she knows the answer to that but it doesn’t stop her from asking anyways , promptly abandoning her croissant back into the bag so she can get up and practically tackle dalton in a hug. “this is the best gift you ever could have gotten me , thank you - - i love you” she’s quick to place a kiss on his lips ( maybe even two or three but who’s counting , right? ) “oh my god and you’ve never been , i’m going to show you everything , there’s even basketball going on right now , we could go to a game yes?” she’s already thinking about all of the places she wants to take him as she goes into their closet to find something to wear to the airport.
“what about practice? did you get things sorted out with the coach , i’d hate for you to get in trouble because of this” she asks, emerging from their closet in a sundress she had been saving for an occasion such as this one while she searches for her camera bag.
the way her face lights up sends dalton’s heart into a frenzy within his chest. he just loves seeing her happy --- he loves her. dalton’s glad she’s excited about the trip and not upset that he’d sprung it upon her so suddenly. he catches her when she launches herself at him easily, always having been sturdy on his feet ( not to mention that fact that he was an actual fucking giant ). “ i love you. ” dalton smiles as she kisses him, arm extending when she goes to pull away --- he’s not eager to let her go, even if she’s only making her way to their shared closet.
“ we could probably squeeze a basketball game in --- you know i’ll never say no to that. ” he speaks up so she can hear him from the other room. dalton takes the liberty of plucking up his coffee and taking a much - needed sip while she changed. “ i do have a few things planned for us though. i even scheduled v time so you can show me all your favorite parts.” he knows how much this means to her; he wants to get that glimpse into her life. dalton could never get enough of vedette... even if he already knew her like the back of his hand. she was his favorite thing to learn --- his favorite person to know. dalton wanted all the seemingly frivolous retellings of her childhood right where she grew up.
when she reappears, he’s quick to step in to her, “ i like this. ” he says, brushing over the hem of her dress and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “ you’re beautiful. ” dalton hums out, pulling back to admire her ( and so she can go rummage through her bag --- he’d anticipated a lot of picture - taking on this trip ). “ took a little bit of convincing... some promises for extra practices on the weekends... but he said it was fine. ” is it wrong that he already misses her just thinking about those saturdays he’d be tied up with the gym ? “ you know how he gets the back half of february. ”
quinnktaylor:
quinn’s eyes narrowed at hearing the playful joke being thrown at her. “please ,” she began in response , rolling her eyes. “if i were going to waste time flirting with a married man …” her eyes trailed down from his face but snapped back up in only a few short seconds. “it wouldn’t be with you.” catching sight of his faintest smile , she mimicked a look of disgust. not that dalton was all that bad looking , he certainly had some charm that she liked. but she always knew who his wife was and his wife knew her. they were friends— to some extent at least. “why are you here watching that? does dalton 101 not cover watching games on his tv at home?”
“ i’d pretend to be offended, but i think you’re lying for your own sake. ” dalton jokes, lazy grin pulling on the corners of his lips. clearly, settling down hadn’t changed the fact that he was a cocky motherfucker... that, and, well, he just liked to pull people’s legs. it was fun --- sue him. he leans back in his seat, popping one of his airpods out so he could properly address her while simultaneously keeping attune with the game. “ i have class in an hour, and if i drove home to watch the game, i’d miss it. ” he shrugs, “ so library it is. the better question is why are you here watching me watch this ? ”