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remy! he/they - proprietor of kryptonite comics by day, masked renegade by night 🦸🏽‍♂️

[remarkablyremy]

I saw [REMINGTON ‘REMY’ BECK] at a coffee shop in [BROOKLYN] today. I forgot how much [HE/THEY] looks like [JORDAN FISHER]. They are a [TWENTY-EIGHT] year old [COMIC SHOP OWNER] who’s been in NYC for [SEVEN YEARS] now. Every time we run into each other, they are always [UPBEAT & ZANY] but I’ve heard people say they can also be [DISTRACTIBLE & OVER-TRUSTING]. [STARMAN BY DAVID BOWIE] reminds me of them every time it comes on the radio. — [mar, she/her, 27, e.s.t.]

tw: bad parenting/child abandonment, bullying

full name: remington alexander beck

known as: remy

age: 28

birthday: july 31st, 1993

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: he/they

occupation: comic shop owner

hometown: philadelphia, pennsylvania

family: mother, older brother [ @malicixus ]

personality: + friendly, excitable, romantic

- gullible, distractible, over-trusting

who says you have to grow up? certainly not remington beck, philly native and comic-store-owner-cum-amateur-ufologist.

at a very young age, remy decided that the world must be a more magical and extraordinary place than it appeared. he devoured anything and everything he could get his little hands on about ghosts and aliens and the like, watching reruns of the x-files with wide eyes and doodling cartoon nessies on his homework. school was tough, to say the least. between a fascination with the paranormal, a stutter, and a learning disorder, remy struggled both academically and socially. they were an easy target for bullying, and he just didn’t understand why no one wanted to be their friend. 

at least he had his family. elizabeth beck loved her children more than anything, and despite putting herself through med school (and becoming one of the city’s most preeminent physicians) she made sure to spend enough time with them to make sure they knew just how loved they were. shiloh was remy’s hero before they even knew what the word meant. he absolutely adored his big brother, who tucked him into bed every night and promised them that a better, brighter tomorrow would greet them both. shiloh was remy’s tutor, music instructor, protector, and their only best friend all in one. 

their father left when remy was ten and shiloh sixteen. remy had never felt all that close to the man to begin with, finding him too cold and distant to connect with. he figured that everything would be all right as long as he had his mom and brother. but shiloh - well, he took the abandonment hard, and seemed to lose himself in the pain. no more was he the doting sibling laughing at remy’s silly jokes or patiently teaching him how to make origami animals. their relationship quickly soured, and to this day it remains more than a little contentious. 

remy dual majored in business (to make shiloh happy) and astronomy (to make himself happy). they moved to new york after graduation and quickly fell in love with one of the very first shops they’d visited, a run-down but beloved little comic store in brooklyn. he became fast friends with the owner, and when they retired they sold it to remy for a song. he put everything he had into fixing the place up, and kryptonite comics is now a gleaming and reputable establishment, not to mention a destination for brooklynites who adore all things geek chic. 

a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, remy’s love life is - well - hopeless. they have a tendency to fall for someone, get their heart broken, mourn a while, and then discover the next supposed love of his life - ad infinitum. standards? a type? remy doesn’t know them. but he does know that he’ll find his soulmate eventually. despite the bad hands life has dealt him, they firmly believes that you just can’t keep a good nerd down. 

random quick facts:

he has always adored baseball and dance, and still makes time for both

'the remarkable remington' is a superhero alter ego shiloh created for them when they were kids

he is owned by a tortie named roswell or ‘roz’ who can often be found in the shop

he absolutely cannot keep a plant alive for longer than a week, but makes up for it by being a surprisingly decent cook

they are, as you may have gathered, obsessed with david bowie

his music taste in general is mostly contained to the 80s - classic rock and synth pop are always playing in kryptonite

they absolutely adores painting their nails, and have an extensive collection of polish that he won’t hesitate to share with friends - or better yet, give them manicures himself!

[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

She knew exactly why she was so nervous and she had to hide it well. There was no logic to said nervousness, because Nora knew they would say yes. Deep in her heart, she knew with absolute certainty that she and Remy were destined to be together. Call it corny as hell, but it was true. “I’m just thinking about dessert, that’s all,” she managed a quick save (nice!!), “we’ve gotta plan ahead, baby, I don’t want us to be too full for a sugar rush. You know that’s nine times out of ten my favourite part of the meal…and I think it’s yours too.” A playful grin was back on her face, nose crinkling up in the way it always did when she was excited. “The pulled brisket sounds pretty good, maybe something like that? Or a rice bowl - but then do I go Mexican or Malaysian-style? But then they’re not really very festive, are they…?” She was rambling a little, a combination of her nerves and genuine indecisiveness. “What do you think sounds good?” Nora rested her menu back down on the table and leaned her chin into her hands. She allowed herself to be silent for a moment, gazing over the candle that decorated the middle of the table and into his eyes. She could definitely do this. She could make it the most magical proposal that he would never ever forget. Looking into their eyes right now, Nora knew that all she wanted to do was spend her life making them happy.

*

“aren’t you always thinking about dessert?” remy teased, fondness in his voice. but they had that in common, of course; who even knew how many sugar-fueled misadventures they’d had since their first unofficial date at what had easily become one of his favorite spots in this city? but they followed her example and picked the menu back up, flipping toward the desserts to see if any new confections had been added since their last date there. a grin spread across his face as she, too, pointed out that they had a sweet tooth in common, those soulmate vibes coming in strong as always. “you do know me, nor,” they replied, warmed inside just from that simple but absolutely astounding fact. remy’s eyebrows quirked upward as nora monologued about the options, wondering why it was that she was so especially verbose about cuisine tonight but chalking it up to the possibility of having imbibed a bit too much of that energetic goodness known as caffeine. “yeah, i think i’m stickin’ with the burger,” they said, setting the menu down once again and offering his hand to nora. “you good, babe?” he couldn’t help but ask, still figuring it was nothing but wanting to make sure so that they could both enjoy dinner. “everything ok in that stunningly beautiful head of yours?”

[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

Nora couldn’t and wouldn’t wipe the grin from her face when she saw them standing there all dressed, looking perfect and ready to go. “It’s dangerous how charming you are,” she approached with a teasing smirk, straightening his shirt gently. “It’s lucky that I’m a huge risk-taker who loves danger, huh?” She was conscious of not being too over the top with her grinning. She didn’t want to give away the fact that anything out of the ordinary was happening tonight. As far as Remy knew, this was a regular ol’ date where nothing crazy was going to happen. Her fingers laced in-between theirs and she gave a gentle squeeze. “C’mon. I hope you’re hungry, I managed to get us in at your favourite place because I’m that good. Also, I hear they’re doing an awesome special Christmas burger with literally all the trimmings, so…” she trailed off with a shrug and a smile, leading him out of the front door.

It didn’t take long for them to get to the restaurant, and once inside Nora could see an abundance of Christmas burgers around her. “I don’t know about you, baby, but I’m definitely ordering that. I wanna know what the fuss is all about.” As they sat down, eyes on menus just to make it look like they were considering their options, Nora began to wonder if having such a messy, huge meal was a good idea. The nerves she was feeling in her stomach were like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It was like a swarm of butterflies in there, all fighting with each other to get her attention. “On second thoughts…” she mused, “maybe something a little lighter?” The minute she said it, she knew that could potentially set off alarm bells with Remy.

*

“dangerous, huh?” remy said in what he approximated to be a low, bond-esque voice, any effect he might have achieved probably negated by the grin that couldn’t help but creep onto his face. they watched her fuss over his clothes, a pleasant tightness squeezing their chest as they savored the feeling of being totally and completely loved. he was still looking at nora like she’d hung the moon in the sky when she returned her attention to him, features giving way to a fond smile. “you absolutely are that good,” they readily agreed. “amazingly, spectacularly, stupendously, unstoppably, good. and i am so beyond excited to trim a burger as much as we trimmed our good, green boy,” he cheerfully reported, nodding toward their bedecked tree. they beamed as nora tugged him along, ready to follow her to the ends of the earth - but tonight, dinner would be more than good enough. 

remy felt pretty certain that his eyes and stomach were of equal (enormous) size as the two of them settled in and he followed nora’s lead in looking around the place. every dish looked scrumptious, and choosing just one might be harder than he thought. they perked up as she reminded them of what they’d discussed back home, immediately pledging himself to the trimmed-like-a-tree burger. “ooh, yeah, i’m sold!” he reported, eager to have made a decision and be that much closer to achieving culinary nirvana. but remy’s eyebrows quirked up slightly at her sudden change of heart - stomach? - as he set the menu back down on the table. “what, not as hungry as you thought?” they asked. “what do you think you’ll get instead, my not-so-starving artist?”

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[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

Nora had at least seven different proposal plans in her head. She’d sifted through so many different ways that she could pop that all important question to Remy, but not one of them felt right. She wanted to do something that would both surprise him and fill his heart with so much love. But then she also knew that no matter what she did, Remy would appreciate any and all effort she would go to. 

After much inner debate, Nora had finally set out a plan she was happy with. Everything that needed to be booked was booked, and she’d invited Remy out for a regular date night. Little did he know that it would be anything but regular. “You almost ready, babe?” She called out to him after adding the final touches to her make up - sleek and simple and nothing too showy, she didn’t want him to suspect anything. “Table’s booked for eight.” @remarkablyremy​

*

remy hummed a cheerful tune as he slipped his hand beneath the lamp to cure their newly painted nails. they had every reason to feel both holly and jolly, counting those beautiful blessings off one by one: he and his fantabulous soulmate had finally settled into their new home together, kicking off their happily ever after with some domestic bliss; business was booming at kryptonite; and last but not least it was, as the song said, the most wonderful time of the year. 

not to mention tonight was date night a.k.a. the best day of the week, and remy was excited as ever to hit the town with the love of their life. he perked up at the sound of nora’s voice, making sure that his nails were set - and quite on point, if he did say so himself before sliding in front of the mirror for a last-minute check. “nothing in this galaxy or beyond could keep me away, my heartstrings,” he called back, running a hand through their hair to make sure those curls were as endearingly tousled as possible and then grinning at the reflection. with a swirl of a coat he was heading into the room where nora was, beaming even more widely when he laid eyes on her. “you take my breath away even when it’s only been about twenty minutes since i’ve last seen you, you know that?” remy remarked, taking each of her hands in his and pressing reverent kisses to them both. 

[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

“Nuh-uh, I wanna share it with you. All of it.” Their face remained nestled into her neck, and she reached out for their hands, lacing their fingers together and squeezing gently. “Every artist has gotta have a muse, right? I’m just extra-lucky that my muse is just as talented as I am.” Nora couldn’t think of a moment in her life so far when she’d felt this happy. Remy was everything to her. It was a high she hoped she’d never come down from. Her cheeks flushed a flattering shade of pink and she found herself sighing softly, melted by the adorable grin on his face. Nora leaned in close, pressing a feather-soft kiss to his lips before she nudged her nose against his gently. “You’re way too cute. I think if we cloned you, the world might explode from it.”

*

“well, who am i to deny any request from the great artiste,” remy said in an exaggerated voice, clutching their clasped hands to his chest. “wow-ee: boyfriend, founding member of your entourage, and muse - i sure do wear a lot of hats, huh?” they mused. good thing they looked good in hats - and that anything and everything to do with nora was on the absolute tippy top of the ol’ priority list. he sighed as she kissed him, that wonderfully familiar contentment that always followed the show of affection washing over him. “mm, right back atcha.” he laughed at her hypothetical, still more than a little lovestruck from the kiss. “yeah, this planet probably ain’t big enough for both of us remys. best to just keep the original model all to yourself - especially ‘cause no one is better versed in the care and keeping of remy beck than you.”

[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

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“Mmhm.” Nora nodded, noting the blush colouring their cheeks, which only made them look even more adorable, and it took so much willpower for her not to actually squeal out loud. She would take any and every chance to remind him how much he meant to her - part of that was making up for the time they’d lost, and the other part was just her wanting him to know how special he was. “That being the case, we’ll both technically be showcasing our talents on opening night. I wouldn’t wanna share the spotlight with anyone else.” And best believe she would be showing off her manicure to everyone. Nora was sure that Remy knew her better than she knew herself sometimes, so anything they came up with would be a winner. His face buried into her neck and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her, clinging on to him and holding him close because he was just so damn. adorable. “Oh yeah?” Her mouth curved up in a smirk. At their confession, she made a point of cuddling them tighter, another bubble of laughter slipping out. “That doesn’t sound like a bad thing at all. I could see that working out for the both of us. We can clone ourselves and send them out into the world instead of us. What d’you think?”

*

remy smiled from his place against the crook of nora’s neck, enjoying the humming little vibration from the sound she’d made; chalk it up to yet another thing they absolutely adored about her. “nooo, you'll have all the spotlight, nor!” they protested, concerned enough about the prospect that she might not have the full recognition she deserved to surface from her neck. “you deserve nothing less! your nails will just be little, y’know, complementary works of art,” they clarified, picking up one of her hands and pressing a kiss to its fingertips. “but nothing could outshine your work even if it tried,” he added, partly as a statement of fact but also to remind themself that really, there was absolutely no worry of this hypothetical manicure transcending nora’s talent. his little heart felt full to burst, both at the sound of her laugh and the way she pulled them even closer to her. “i think you’re as brilliant as you are beautiful,” remy reported with a goofy grin before his expression softened and he added, more earnestly, “and that i’m the absolute luckiest weirdo in all of new york to get to be loved by you.”

[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

“The dreamiest of dreams come true,” she sighed again then paused for a beat, “actually, you’re the dreamiest, so it’s the almost dreamiest dream come true.” On her scale of excitement, Remy always came out on top no matter what. All that wishing and wanting and yearning had made sure that she would never ever take them for granted. A career was awesome, but a love like they shared? That was a once in a lifetime thing, she was sure of it. Either way, Nora counted herself insanely lucky that she could have both. Riding on her happy little high, Nora beamed at him when he commented on how cool the gallery sounded. “Right? I can’t get over how cool they sound - and they were so super cool on the phone too. I just couldn’t stop smiling when I was talking to Alexis, the owner.” A gentle squeal escaped her, finally feeling herself actually begin to calm down a little. Her hands lifted to meet with Remy’s lips, and Nora just couldn’t wipe the smile from her face as they pressed a kiss to each and posed their question oh so adorably. “D’you wanna know how much I would love for you to do my nails? I don’t think I could let anyone else even attempt to do them - I wouldn’t trust them.” She squeezed his hands affectionately, almost melting at the sight of him batting his lashes. “God, you’re so adorable, Rem. How could I ever say no to you?” Nora began to giggle, rolling her eyes in a very playful manner.

*

“oh, am i,” remy replied, trying to keep his voice teasing as heat pooled into his cheeks and they resisted the urge to bury their face in nora’s neck. sometimes it caught him off guard just how easily she said things like that. he’d been wanting something like what they had his entire life, and now that they had it it was even more spectacular than they ever could’ve imagined. sometimes the amazingness of it all was practically overwhelming. “oooh, i wish i’d been there to witness history in the making!” they enthused. but he was beyond honored to be the first person nora shared the news with, already thinking up ways they could celebrate such glad tidings and glad they’d chosen to make one of her favorite desserts. he lit up at her permission, mind awhirl with potential color schemes and designs. “i will pull out all the stops for my favorite person’s big night,” he promised. “such an honor to be the artist’s boyfriend and her nail tech!” this time they did bury his face in the crook of her neck, a quiet squeak issuing from their mouth before he could help it: there she went again, being all loving and adoring and as close to a perfect partner as anyone could ever aspire to be. “y’know, you shouldn’t’ve told me that,” he said, voice slightly muffled. “’cause i already feel myself getting drunk with cuddle power. we’ll never get out of bed again.”

[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

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Remy’s reaction was everything Nora could’ve hoped for. Their excitement often fuelled her own, and she knew he’d always been her biggest cheerleader, supporting her through whatever dip or surge her career may have slipped into. But this was such good news. The gallery itself wasn’t huge, but it was a start - the start she’d been desperate to find for so long now. The elation she was feeling was almost impossible to put into words, so for the time being, delighted sounds of glee would just have to do. They scooped her up, mirroring her excitement and she squeezed him so tightly as Remy held her in his arms. “I kind of can’t believe it- like it still feels like a dream or something.” Nora exhaled a much needed breath that she’d been holding onto, expelling some of the nervous excitement that had taken over her body. She giggled, grinning wide at their suggestion that the Met themselves were ready to pick up her work. “If only!” A small sigh escaped her before she took hold of Remy’s hands again, needing some sort of grounding to keep her from floating away. “It’s a place called AIR. They’re like a women’s gallery - I think they must’ve picked up a business card from the show I did last month, and now they want me!” Another squeal escaped her and she hopped up and down on her feet. “It’s just a couple of pieces to start with, and then…we’ll see, I guess?”

*

“it’s your dream come true,” remy affirmed with a bright grin. he knew how long she’d been wanting this, working for this, and finally the fruits of her labor were ripening to juicy, delicious success-berries. if anyone deserved this kind of recognition, it was her. if it were up to remy, she’d achieve a level of recognition that merited her san francisco childhood home being turned into a dolly-world-type attraction, buuuut he would give that a few more years at least. granted, they may have had a bit of a boyfriend bias going on, but no one could deny that nora mai had a promising artistic career ahead of her. their expression softened as she took a second to breathe, rubbing a hand across her back and giving her a moment to catch up with herself. remy knew as well as anyone that the comedown from that sort of excitement had the potential to be a little rocky, and he hoped to be a soft landing for her when she came back down to earth. but then his smile was widening again at nora’s laugh, that absolute favorite sound of theirs, and they listened intently as she went into detail about this marvelous opportunity of hers. “oooh, AIR - they sound so hip!” he remarked. “and i say again: they clearly know what they’re doing if they chose you!” already they were picturing nora’s pieces on a gallery wall, looking right at home beneath the bright lights and admiring gazes of passersby. “ok, now i have a very important question,” he said, lifting up her hands to press a kiss to the back of each and then holding them preciously under his chin. “will you let me do your nails for opening night? i promise i will pull out all the stops and make them tiny little works of art that complement your masterpieces. prettiest of pleases with a cherry on top?” he added for good measure, batting their lashes. 

[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

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“Okay, so I have news.” Nora was trying to remain calm and collected, but the news she was holding on to was just dying to burst from her. She rested her palms on the counter, leaning against it as a twinkle of excitement illuminated her gaze that was currently fixed on Remy. “It’s big news. Like, really big.” She had to inhale slowly so she didn’t absolutely lose her shit right there and then, and keeping them in suspense for a little bit was all part of the big reveal. “You know how I’ve been calling around different galleries and art spaces in the city to see if they’d be interested in my work? And how it’s been like the most soul-destroying experience of my entire life?” There was a slight curve to her lips and she was struggling to keep still, so it was obvious this was going in a good direction, no matter how hard she tried (and failed) to hide it. “Well…” Nora drew out the consonants for far longer than she needed to, eyes still fixed on Remy as the grin she’d been fighting won out. “I found a place that wants to take my work!!”

*

remy hummed absently as he rolled out the dough for the pie he was baking, all of elizabeth beck’s sage culinary wisdom held dutifully in the forefront of their mind. they had always adored baking as a way to spend time with his beloved mother, but the activity was a pretty darn good way to spend a few hours - or sometimes even a whole day - in and of itself. it was pretty fitting that he and his sweetheart each had a sweet tooth, and he delighted in whipping up delectable treats to share with her and their friends. he looked up at the sound of the soulmate in question, the reflexive smile upon seeing her growing even wider at her obvious excitement. “do you, now,” they replied, setting aside the rolling pin to devote his full attention to the love of his life. they mirrored her position on the other side of the counter, hands on the table and leaning toward her slightly. this big news seemed to be bursting out of her endearingly small stature, and he had a feeling that he wouldn’t have to wait too long to be let in on it. they nodded at her first question, then grimaced sympathetically at the second; remy was both an optimist and a staunch believer in nora’s talent as an artist, but even he had to acknowledge just how tough it was to make it as an artist in new york. but nora would get there, they knew it. she was too earnest and hardworking not to get the recognition she deserved. the corners of his lips twitched back upward as she finally led into her thesis, admiring the panache. it took a moment for her words to register, his face lighting up when they finally did. “baby!” he practically squealed, quickly rounding the corner to sweep her up in a a spinning hug. “that is incredible,” they said breathlessly, setting her down to pull away just enough to be able to look at her. “and who are these people with brilliant artistic taste? follow-up question: has the met already reserved a room to be filled with the works of nora mai?”

[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

If it was possible for her heart to skip any more beats then it was happening. The prospect of lazy mornings by their side in bed, excitable mornings where neither of them could keep still, or mornings where they just didn’t emerge from bed at all, because…y’know. They were busy. Nora couldn’t contain her joy about any of it. “Roz gets a free pass, for sure. Soooo, my face is your favourite, and your face is my favourite…I’d say that makes for an excellent start here. Just think, it’s gonna be goodnight, good morning and ‘have a nice day at work’ kisses from now ‘til forever.” Nora couldn’t resist scooting in closer still, humming a soft sigh before she pecked Remy gently on the lips. “Or just ‘hey, you’re cute and I wanna kiss you’ kisses.” She giggled. “Those too.”

Nora and Remy had come a long was since that day. It technically wasn’t their first date, but the first time around had ended so disastrously thanks to her, that it just made sense to leave all that in the past. The here and now was what mattered, and the here and now was pretty incredible in her opinion. “We’re so grown up, it’s crazy. I kind of love it even though it scares the crap out of me - in a ‘when did I become a functioning adult human?’ type of way.” Doing this whole life thing with them lessened her fears a whole lot. “Ohh, you don’t wanna let go of me? Or you don’t wanna lose?” She teased, knowing it was the former of the two that was true. “I say we be total daredevils and just give it a try - we can handle any ouchies or boo-boos.” Her hand squeezed his before she began to swish her stockinged feet across the floor. “What d’ya say, Rem?” 

“favorite face, favorite smile, favorite hair, favorite person,” remy listed off, grinning down at the woman in his arms and fully aware - and proud - of what a twitterpated, lovesick fool he was. really, who could blame them? nora mai was five feet and three inches of amazingness, and he was lucky enough to get to love her. “mmmm, i think those are my favorite kisses,” they reflected, eyes still closed a moment after nora had pulled away as their smile came a little slower and lazier. they were absolutely thriving with this sort of casual, no-strings-attached, unprompted affection. in every relationship before nora remy had convinced himself that they was happy with their partner, that there wasn’t a slight but nagging sense of emptiness - of wanting more, of getting as much as he gave. the closest he’d ever come to being truly satisfied was with nora, and now that they were back together and their relationship was stronger than ever he felt well and truly fulfilled. somehow she always knew exactly how to make him feel loved and wanted, and they hoped they were able to do the same for her. 

“i know, right?!” remy excitedly replied, probably sounding all of twelve years old as they agreed with nora’s statement about feeling like grown-ups. but if there was one thing he’d learned since he’d started college, it was that there seemed to be no single right way to adult. they and nora could be their own versions of grown-ups, and they could be them together. he had no doubt that the two of them could find a way to make even the most mundane things like shopping for appliances into a fun adventure they’d remember for ages. “well, when have i ever wanted to let go of you?” they wondered aloud with a teasing grin. “and hey - i’m a good loser, you know that,” he said proudly. competitiveness just wasn’t a part of remy’s nature - and that was likely for the better, considering his tendency to be pretty hopeless when it came to pretty much anything other than baseball, dance, and a select few board games. ability and prowess may not have been his strong suits, but they could earn a gold medal in sportsmanship - that, and cheering on their much more competitive girlfriend from the (figurative) stands. “now, when it comes to you, i can never say no,” he added, perhaps a liiiiittle more earnestly than he’d intended. but it was the truth, and even if she didn’t already know that he was fully wrapped around one of her (very talented) fingers, she’d be sure to find out soon, anyway. they lit up at her movements, taking it as her blessing to move full steam ahead. “i say, hell to the yes, nor. as mr. stardust proclaims: let’s dance.”

[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

“I do a thing?” A little smirk on her face as she asked, a blink of realisation soon appearing as they tried to imitate her expression. “Ohh, that thing? I know what you mean,” she giggled softly, “and you look so much cuter when you do it than I do. Look at that face.” Nora shuffled closer and booped his nose very affectionately. It excited her to no end that they were about to get super comfortable with each other’s quirks and isms, not that they weren’t almost there already, but living together was a whole different ball game. She wasn’t worried though. How could she be worried when it was Remy? He was her safe place. If her grin could grow any wider, then it did, and she nodded eagerly. “Right? I think this is officially the best idea we’ve had yet. Sleepovers forever and making our own rules? I approve of this so much.”

Thinking back to their date-that-wasn’t-a-date made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. If she was honest with herself, really honest, she’d known right there and then that she and Remy should never have parted ways. “Of course,” she replied, “you know how much I love secrets.” Their theatrics elicited a playful giggle from her, and then Nora quickly realised that that warm feeling of love inside her chest was growing bigger by the second. She lifted her gaze to meet his as a hand came up to brush her hair aside. “Me too.” She said softly. “Hey, can we class that as our first date, d’you think? I’d like to. It’s the best date I’ve been on so far.” And she knew they’d both make it a mission to up their game on the dating front, outdoing every amazing date, if that were even possible. The purest form of competition that ever existed. “Hm.” Nora nodded slowly, finding herself in agreement with him, mostly because she just couldn’t be bothered with unpacking right now - there were more exciting things to be doing. “Y’know, you’re probably right. We really should test out these floors. We’d be irresponsible adults if we didn’t!” As she spoke, she glanced over to the wall to her left, then back to Remy. “Wanna race?” 

“you do lots of things, you magnificent little dynamo,” remy cheerfully reported. and every last one of them lit up his life in a way he would’ve scarcely imagined in the pre-nora days. that adorable laugh of hers was no exception, his ridiculous little heart beating a bit faster at the sound of it. nora created amazing works of art - by the way, if you asked them, her stuff was way better than anything those old master guys did - but he rather thought she was a walking masterpiece herself. “mmm, i think i’d rather look at your face,” they refuted, giggling at her fond gesture. he grasped her hand before it could get too far, pressing a kiss to her fingertips. “it’s my favorite face,” they continued, more earnestly now. “the only one i wanna wake up next to ever again....well, ‘cept roz’s - but even then i wanna see yours first,” they were quick to amend. 

“i think we can and we will,” they affirmed with a nod. starting over with a clean slate had seemed to do wonders for their relationship, and he would happily celebrate their first-date-iversary on that memorably sweet day. at the time he’d felt more than a little conflicted, lingering feelings for nora clashing with a somewhat alien self-preservational instinct. they’d been hurt so many times by that point, and though they weren’t about to jump the s.s. seeking-a-relationship to become a cat lady (or, y’know, the gender neutral version of one) just yet, the inkling was there. but kismet and/or cookies had intervened, and here the two of them were in their new home together. funny-slash-amazing-and-life-changing how things worked out like that. “exactly, right?” he said, face lighting up when nora agreed with him. “we’re home-owners now, we’ve got responsibilities.” their brows quirked upward as they followed nora’s gaze to the wall, picking up on a devious vibe or two. “mmmm - see, i know it was my idea, but now i’m thinking about it and realizing that it would mean letting go of you, so i’m less of a fan. exactly how much d’you think we’d be risking boo-boos and/or ouchies if we went floor-skating while holding hands instead?”

[remarkablyremy]

remy ⇄ arin

arin: wimp

arin: sure thing. let me know how that works

arin: idk i haven't tried to contact the dead

arin: it just looks like the kind of vest someone named grandpa jones would haunt

remy: ☹️

remy: i will!!!

remy: really?? huh, i thought everyone did that when they were bored 🤔

remy: wouldn't it be bananas if your legal name was grandpa

remy: but then you never actually had grandkids

remy: but then you'd still feel like a grandpa bc everyone called you grandpa!!

remy: i think that'd be a nice feeling

remy: like everyone in the world is your grandkid

remy: i don't remember what we were talking about

[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

Nora had always had roommates, but moving in with Remy was special. The jitters she often experienced had not reared their ugly head, and she was quietly confident that they never would. The thought of being around them every day filled her heart with way more excitement than she could possibly describe. Love did wonderful things to people, as she was quickly discovering. “Have I told you how psyched I am about us living together?” It was obviously a rhetorical question, as this had been the only subject they’d been discussing for weeks. And now the day was finally here, excitement levels were incredibly high. 

Her nose crinkled up as she grinned at them, basking in the adoring look that he blessed her with. And she sent one of those adoring looks right back, never wanting to tear her gaze away from his face. It was hands down her favourite face in all existence. No one else could even begin to compare, especially when Remy looked at her the way they were right now. Saying that it made her feel special just didn’t do it justice. “Oh my god, you’re a genius. Look at us having dessert for main and main for dessert - making awesome new rules in our brand new place and we haven’t even been here five minutes yet!” Her laughter rang out through the mostly unfurnished room. “D’you think we should be sensible grown-ups and unpack a couple of boxes first, or are we starting as we mean to go on with some chaos?”

remy’s goofy grin softened to a more earnest smile, the adoration they felt for the woman in his arms more than likely bursting out of the seams of his face. hmm, did faces have seams? a question for another day - perhaps a cozy, rainy one spent curled up with his soulmate in the comfort of their own little world together. holy heart’s-most-fervent-desire-realized, batman! “maybe once or twice,” they replied, voice full of fond laughter. he’d savored every single instance of her excitement, delighted that it matched their own. for remy, it had been like the thrill of moving for college except multiplied by about a hundred thousand, because this place was decidedly more welcoming than a dorm, and he’d be sharing it with a roommate who also happened to be his soulmate. “you’re extra cute when you’re psyched, y’know,” they pointed out. “you do this little thing -” he attempted to mimic what nora’s expression looked like from his point of view, but ended up laughing and probably ruining the effect. “ok, i can’t do it, but i really do love it when you do it. and i’m psyched, too!” they eagerly added. “like, so psyched! it’s gonna be like a sleepover every night, nor!” definitely came in handy when your best friend was also the love of your life. 

“just two culinary game-changers revolutionizing dinner and dessert, no big,” remy said in their best attempt at a blasé tone of voice. “i think it’d be fitting considering our first bakery not-a-date. speaking of - you wanna know a secret?” he looked to one side and then the other, as if scouting for potential eavesdroppers in the otherwise empty apartment, and then leaned forward to stage whisper in her ear, “i always held out hope that that would turn into an actual date.” they smoothed a piece of her hair aside and brushed a kiss to her cheek while they happened to be there, only reluctantly coming back to reality at her question. he made a drawn out, thoughtful noise, genuinely considering their options. “i mean, i guess we could do that first thing - but, like, shouldn’t we take our time?” he asked, pulling on his most adult airs. “make sure everything is all laid out properly and consider - ah - energy....efficiency? plus, we still need to test out how good these floors are for sock-sliding.”

[remarkablyremy]

remy ⇄ arin

arin: it usually is yeah

arin: someone has to give this creepy-ass doll a home

arin: and it might be good for the pod

arin: a literal evil spirit?

arin: mar would be on board i bet

arin: it's not quite dazzling. you'd need the right fit to wear with it to make special

arin: but it is old as balls and probably haunted by like grandpa jones or some shit

remy: hmmmmmmm you make a compelling argument

remy: maybe we could share custody of it or something

remy: idk i'd really have to check with nor

remy: anything can become dazzling and/or special!! i'll work my patented remington beck magic (tm) and get back to you

remy: grandpa jones you say!! sounds like a fun time

remy: i wonder if he'd have any fun stories!!

[remarkablyremy]

noraajune​:

“Okay, I think that’s the last of the boxes.” Nora placed the cardboard box in her hands down on the floor, straightening up before resting her hands on her hips and glancing over at Remy with a smile that quickly became a grin. It was impossible to keep a straight face when he was around. She began to squeal quietly before falling into a fit of overexcited giggles. “We’re officially living together, Rem - officially! Lease signed, the keys are ours, we’re really doing it!” There was still the matter of unpacking said boxes that they’d just hauled into their new apartment, but they would no doubt turn that into a fun little activity together.

Nora practically skipped over to Remy, throwing her arms around his shoulders and gently nudged her nose against his affectionately before pecking him on the lips. “God, this is so exciting! I don’t think I’ve been this excited since I discovered pizza-sized cookies, and that was a good day.” She exhaled happily. “Maybe a pizza-sized cookie could be our first official meal?” She arched a brow, joking obviously, although she would be fully prepared to count it as a nutritional meal if Remy was game. @remarkablyremy​

*

remy beamed at her report, his gaze easily flicking from the box she’d set down to her lovely, familiar features. moving was always a bit of a thing - especially there in the big apple - but he thought it had gone about as smoothly as possible. any day spent with his favorite people on earth was time well spent, and here at the end of it they could officially say that they lived with their ultimate supreme extreme favorite, one ms. nora mai - swoon. “that we are, roomie,” he affirmed with a laugh of his own. “call us a little blue check, ‘cause we are official !” they still had a hard time believing it: a home with someone they loved - who loved him back in equal measure - in the city he’d come to adore. it was like he’d stumbled across a magic lantern in his sleep and been granted all their wishes without even being aware of it. whatever the case, he was a very happy passenger on this ride to happily ever after. 

they set down the comics they’d been sorting through just in time to catch her, smiling and uttering a contented syllable at her affection. he looked down at her as if she had hung the moon in the sky just for him, sprinkling the stars for good measure because she’d had all the more beauty to offer. that was nora, dazzling and wonderful and all-around spectacular, like only the most heavenly of celestial bodies. remy could hardly wait for the rest of his life to begin; as long as it was spent with her, it’d be a life well lived. “sure, sure - a major milestone in anyone’s time on earth!” they replied with a grin. “oooh, i’m absolutely onboard the s.s. cookie pizza! and then maybe some cookie-sized pizzas for dessert,” he proposed, his smile becoming impossibly wider at his own contribution to their dinner plans. 

[persphnys]

LANA CONDOR & JORDAN FISHER being cute (part two)

[ovrdrivess]

@remarkablyremy​