#forgets her dial knobs cutely

[i-ate-all-of-my-toes]

@littlestar-center

why would you put her on the spot like that

[raptorghost]

𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓴

More Domestic Fluff Vandertrees

It was a long drive home..

Home. Asta only just recently moved in with Harry, occupying the cabin together. Dan had his concerns; what with Harry being an Alien and all, but Asta was a big girl, and makes her own decisions.

She turned the knob in her car, the volume clicking up a few dials as she tapped her hands on the steering wheel. *"It's a beautiful niiiight, we're looking for something dumb to dooo."* This song was catchy.

As she finally made her way around the bend, she spotted the cabin, pulling her car alongside that old red truck that Harry drove. A turn of the car keys, and her little Toyota fell silent, climbing free from the driver side, she went up to the door. Standing there for a brief moment.

*"You live here now, no need to knock.."* She told herself, a quiet sigh slipped past her lips before she opened the door and stepped inside.

Before she could announce her arrival home, her nose caught the scent of dinner.

"Since when do you cook?" She teased, seeing Harry standing there, back turned to the door, so he was hovering over the stove top.

"I. Wanted to make sure you had a warm meal to come home to.." Harry spoke, his semi-awkward speech was always so appealing to her; and she still didn't know why. It was cute. Not to mention the apron he was wearing, she had gotten that 'kiss the chef' apron as a joke, never did she think he'd actually wear it.

Her thought process was cut short when his voice chimed in again. Gesturing with that straight arm, all fingers focused to one point in the house.

"I also have drawn you a bath."

Asta blinks, taken aback by this, but the gesture was more than enough to make a few tears well up. She quickly swiped her fingers along her face, smiling at Harry once more.

"Thank you Harry, I am in desperate need of a bath." She stepped closer, giving him a careful peck on the cheek before disappearing around the corner. The soft sound of the door closing was enough to tell Harry that she was in the bathroom finally.

He set his hand on his cheek, staring off before the smell of smoke caught his attention. Turning around, he took the rest of the time she was in the bath to finish the dinner he was so carefully making. Setting out the pair of plates, just as Asta emerged from the bathroom once more. An over sized fluffy bathrobe tied around herself. She looked much more relaxed now.

She stood there. Harry was worried that perhaps the meal he made was not to her liking, did it smell bad? Did he forget something? He stared back.

"Asta?" He finally piped up, pulling her once again from whatever thought was going through her head.

"Harry. Thank you. For all of this, today was a long shift, it's- It's nice to come home to this." She smiles, her smile could light up a room in Harry's opinion. He nods, and gestures awkwardly for her to join him for dinner. The first dinner of many more to come.

[abbatoirablaze]

Little Black Book, Chapter 12

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: none really

“Both of you are crazy.”

“Come on, Nikita, we want you to be just as happy as Dennis and I!”

“You two have been seeing each other for a week!” you reminded her. Then your eyes went wide, “shit…what day is it?”

“Sunday morning…hence the brunch.”

“Shit!”

You raced to your room and grabbed your phone. It was just after eight. Opening it up, you saw a message from Jake.

‘Sorry again about the mix up. I’m glad you have today free though. Did you want to meet up before so that you can get the shirt?’

Opting out of texting, you dialed the number. He picked up on the second ring, “Jake!”

“Hey he said happily once he recognized your voice. You could hear the nervousness on the end of it, “I was starting to think that you were gonna blow me off.”

“I told you I’d be there,” you reply sweetly, “and I don’t back down on my word.”

“Well I’ve got the shirt,” he said quickly, “i-it’s a little big, because…well it’s one of my extras but-“

“That’s okay,” you answer, “I don’t mind wearing one of your shirts to the game.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you laugh, “your friends are supposed to think we are dating…it’ll probably help out your cause, right?”

He laughed on the other side of the line, “yeah…I guess you’re right. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it like that. I was really worried you wouldn’t want to wear it.”

“I think it’s cute, Jake. Don’t worry.”

“Okay good…if you want, we can meet up around eleven thirty. The game is at one. We could get lunch and I could introduce you to my sister.”

“Oh, meeting the family on the second date,” you giggle as you begin walking out of your room and into the bathroom, “should I be nervous about what comes on the third date, Mr. Jensen?”

“Jake.”

“Jake comes on the third?”

You could hear him choking on whatever he’d been drinking as it sputtered out. He was quick to dissuade your thoughts, “no..I-that’s not what I meant. I promise. I’m not a perv.”

“Relax Jake,” you giggled. Grabbing a towel from the cupboard you head towards the shower, adjusting the knobs. You let a small moan go as you get the perfect temperature, forgetting that you’re even having a conversation on the phone. When you heard his breath hitch, you cursed, “shit…sorry. I’m getting ready to hop in the shower…I just wanted to confirm the plans for the day before we met up later.”

“Sounds great.”

“So eleven thirty?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “I’ll text you the address.”

When you hung up the phone, you saw Dennis and Kara peeking around the corner. Kara had a grin on her face as she bit her lip, “and who was that?”

“A client.”

“Did she ever smile like that when she answered my calls?”

Not like that,” she smiled sadly to her boyfriend. Dennis pouted, but you raised a brow, “so which client? Steve? Ben? Bucky? Ransom?”

“What if I was already naked, you pervs?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

Dennis shrugged, “I’ve seen it already.”

“Well damn, way to kill a girl’s confidence, Dennis.”

His eyes went wide, “that’s not what I meant, Nikita. I swear. Your body is ver-“

But he cut himself off when he saw Kara raising her brow.

“It’s a lose lose situation, gorgeous,” Kara giggled, tapping his cheek lightly, “best that you just stop that thought before it reaches the station.”

“Done and done,” Dennis nodded. Kara smiled and kissed him softly. When she pulled away, you sighed at how he looked like a love-sick man, “what?”

“I want what the two of you guys have.”

“Well that’s good,” Kara reminded you, “remember…we’re gonna help you find your prince charming!”

“And how do you figure that?”

“Well you’ve already met him,” Kara grinned, pointing to your phone, “he’s one of your clients!”

“Oh yeah?” you scoff softly, “and what makes you so sure of that, Kar?”

“Just believe that I know what I’m talking about, okay?”

You sigh, crossing your arms, “okay, fine…say I believe you. Say that I agree to whatever cockamamie bullshit you’ve got planned in your head right now. What are you suggesting, Kara?”

You looked at the list of men that the three of you had concocted.

Andy Barber

Ben

Bucky Barnes

Johnny Storm

Lucas Lee

Nick Fowler

Ransom Drysdale

Steve Rogers

“Why did I agree to this?”

“The man of your dreams is one of the eight on this page.”

“I still think I could easily cut this in half, still.”

“You gotta keep some of the losers in for at least the first round,” Kara reminded you, “I mean…even I know we could cut some of these guys out. But-“

“Then why don’t we?”

“Who would you cut?” Dennis asked, taking a sip of his water. Kara raised her brow at him, but said nothing, “if you had to cut any of these guys without giving them a chance, who would you cut?”

“Andy almost got me killed a few years back,” you reminded Kara, “and then there’s Johnny. We fucked and then he got jealous of my job so he ghosted me. And Lucas is a mess. And Ranso-“

You sighed, looking at the piece of paper, then to your best friend and her boyfriend, “you really think that one of these guys is my Mr. Right?”

“Oh, I’m banking on it being Captain America,” Kara smiled dreamily, “or any of the superheroes, really. Or Lucas. You always said he had a really pretty c-“

“KARA!”

She blushed, and bit her lip, before looking away, “what…I’m living vicariously through you…”

“Dennis isn’t enough?”

“Oh, trust me,” she whimpered, eyeing the man beside herself. She gave him a look and he smiled, sitting up a little straighter, “Dennis is more than enough.”

“You two are so gross,” you laughed, shaking your head. Looking at your phone you noticed that it was time to head out to the soccer game, “are you guys going to follow me on my date with Jake now that you’re planning my love life?”

“Oh, can we?” she asked quickly, “we can always add him to the list if he’s a good fit.”

Dennis stifled some laughter at his girlfriend’s quick response to want to follow you like a lost puppy, and put his arm around her, “we’ll be here whenever you’re done?”

“If you two are gonna stick around, you better for the love of god, not fuck in my bed.”

“No promises!” you heard Kara giggle as you left. Groaning to yourself, you followed the instructions per your iPhone, and made your way to the soccer field. While there was a collection of little girls all practicing, you noticed one very tall man in a bright pink tee shirt as he talked animatedly to a woman roughly the same height as you.

When he saw you, it looked like his whole face lit up, “Nikki…over here!”

You giggled at the awkward, albeit adorable giant. As you came up to him on the field, you noticed the extra pink shirt draped over his shoulder. He was quick to scoop you up in his arms, mumbling the word ‘sister,’ as you kissed his cheek.

“I-I couldn’t get my hands on another shirt in your size,” Jake apologized, “at least not yet. Steph wouldn’t let me get one in a small.”

“You exist?”

You blushed, nodding your head, “I exist.”

She looked to her younger brother, a look of shock on her face, “I-I just assumed…Jake said that he’d gotten a girlfriend and you were coming but…you were too pretty to be with him so I just…”

“She thought you were scamming me,” Jake sighed, as his sister continued to sputter out her words, “go ahead, Steph…you can tell her.”

“You’re so pretty.”

You blushed, thanking the woman, and Jake handed you the shirt, “It’ll be a little bit big, but…well…”

“I don’t mind,” you smiled, sending him a wink as you threw it on over your other top. Using your hair tie, you bunched the fabric up on the side and pulled it taut with the scrunchie. Once you had shifted everything around, you spun in a circle for Jake, “well? How do I look, Jake?”

“Gorgeous.”

You smiled softly, knowing that he was being genuine, and you slid yourself against his chest, wrapping yourself up in his arms. Even though you knew he wasn’t on the list that Kara had made for you, and it was only your second real meeting with him, there was something about Jake Jensen that made you feel okay.

He was safe and sweet.

It reminded you of Ben.

And you felt like you could be open and honest with him about anything, despite the short amount of time that the two of you had gotten to know one another.

“Aww well look at who we got here,” a familiar voice called out. You pulled back slightly from Jake to see Clay and the guys making their way towards you, “Jake your little girlfriend did show.”

“Hey Clay,” you smiled, “Aisha. Cougar, Pooch…”

“Good to see you again, princess,” Cougar smiled, “even got a shirt, huh?”

“Borrowed one of Jakes,” you replied softly, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek, “thanks again, teddy bear.”

Jake blushed, and Clay laughed, “bet it’s not too often he gets a woman wearing one of his shirts…probably said he couldn’t get you one of your own just so you’d have to wear his…”

The guys laughed, and you rubbed Jake’s arm, feeling him tense. It was obvious that while they may have been his friends, they often made him a butt of their jokes. You smiled, “well, I could have worn his boxers out too…but Jake told me I couldn’t leave his place wearing just his clothes…”

Jake’s eyes widened, “Nikki!”

“Would you excuse me?” Steph asked, giggling as she made her way over to the other moms, leaving you with Jake and his friends, “it was nice meeting you, Nikki.”

“You too.”

“So…you got our boy blushin,” Pooch commented, pulling the conversation back to Jake, “just about talking about shirts…it safe to say you wear his clothes often?”

“Not often enough if he’s still blushing about it.”

Chapter 13

[cosmicbash]

One the angsty prompt ideas I’ve been thinking about is Kells practicing how to cook for weeks so he can surprise Em by cooking him dinner, maybe for an anniversary or something, and on the day Kells has planned to surprise him, Em is hours late, leaving Kells alone for the evening. If you’re interested maybe you could write something like this? 🥰

3 years together. One thousand and ninety five fucking days between him and this old dorky man.

It's insane. Downright impossible to believe but Colson knows it's as real and true as the 2 year sobriety chip he's got hung around his neck on the gold chain Marshall gifted him with it this morning.

Both their relationship and his sobriety are as intertwined as their lives are now. Marshall's like the glue that holds all of his pieces together. Picking Colson back up, time and time again whenever he shattered in the beginning and filling in the gaps with his own loose pieces until it was Colson's turn to do the same. Which, by then, it only made sense to combine their puzzles and broaden the picture.

Now Marshall swoops in for Casie's PTA meetings he can’t make during tour. Holding the phone and helping him FaceTime for soccer games and school conferences when flight delays or bad luck keeps him late.

Colson tags along to Whitney's first few dates out in LA, weaving through the public spaces Marshall never could without drawing attention just to make sure she's safe and respected.

They tag team any situation involving the girls, even though Alaina and Hailey both still snicker at him from time to time, and Casie rolls her eyes at Marshall's rules. They're more than just dating now.

They're family.

And even just thinking about that brings tears to Colson's eyes.

Or maybe it's the onions. Baze said chewing gum helped mitigate this fucking problem but goddammit does it burn-

"Fuck!"

He has no idea how he got it in his mind that he could actually cook a meal, let alone a full anniversary dinner for Marshall but here he is. A pot and pan already cooking on the stove and his fingers knicked a dozen times in his rush to cut up more veggies for the sauce. 

It's insane.

But Colson's following through with it anyway, because he fucking loves Marshall and that bastard cooks dinner for them every single holiday or occasion so it's about time he stepped up to the plate and did it himself. 

Plus he's been secretly practicing for weeks with Baze over both FaceTime and a few in person lessons. Perfecting his simmering styles and meat seasoning to make the tastiest meal he can manage all on his own.

So far the last three times he's made the dish his bassist had given stellar reviews so there's little chance he'll somehow fuck it up tonight knowing it's for Marshall…..at least, he hopes.

The minor setbacks his butchered fingers have brought aside though, so far everything was coming along perfectly. His noodles are boiling (never over the rim, thank you wooden spoon trick), his meats marinating, and as soon as he tosses these sliced onions in his sauce will be cooking down beautifully.

All in all the night is starting to look like it just might be perfect.

Until 6 o'clock passes by and Colson's ears never pick up the click of the front door knob, or the hum of Marshall's escalade pulling up front outside.

The food's still simmering, minutes away from being actually done so he doesn't worry too much. Sure he was hoping to have a sweet moment where his boyfriend comes home and catches him cooking at the stove like a traditional housewife, but seeing his face when the food's done and plated promises to be just as cute.

Besides, Marshall has always fit the housewife role so much better than him anyway. Even the apron Colson's wearing is one of the older rapper's, stolen from his small collection in the pantry to protect his designer sweater.

Colson doesn't start to worry at 6. Traffic can be a bitch.

7 though? And then 7:30 when his texts go unread and his calls ring all the way through to voice-mail? That's when the blonde starts to fret. 

He's luckily put off plating because some brief flash on uncertainty had run through him after the food finished so it's stayed warm and simmering on the stove. But even that had to come to an end before 7:30 because his sauce would singe or his noodles might squish, so now Colson's trying to keep busy by perfecting the presentation. Shaky fingers swiping around the edges of Marshall's plate to clean up a splatter of sauce. Every Chopped Judge rambling off feedback in his head until he has it looking like something he's certain even Gordon fucking Ramsey would ask for a bite of.

By 8 the dinner table is set. His plate, Marshall's, the bucket of low alcoholic wine they both love chilling as a centerpiece. Colson even lights a few candles and adds some flowers from this mornings gift exchanges to keep himself from screaming.

There's a pit in his stomach that's steadily been growing though. Every passing minute and glance to his phone where he finds no change only carving it deeper. 

Marshall should be home. He never runs this late at the studio without a call, let alone without a message. He's treated his work like any other 9-5 job since before they ever even got together, always strict about his routine and careful to make up for over run hours by leaving earlier the next day. Usually Colson likes to bust his balls and insist he live a little more spontaneously but tonight isn't the one to pull that.

Especially not if it means Marshall's going to completely forget to check his fucking phone and leave him trying not to think the worst.

Colson only males it another 5 minutes before he caves and texts Paul. Fingers tapping fast across his screen to draft multiple desperate sounding messages before he finally settles on a "Em bust his phone again?" That feels just casual enough to not embarrass him in the off chance Marshall decides to burst through the front door seconds after it sends.

The door stays closed though and Paul doesn't open the message at all. 

Now Colson can't even start passive aggressively eating dinner on his own if he wanted too. The pit in his stomach has torn itself open wide into a nauseous chasm. Every scary possibility he wanted to avoid thinking about spilling forth from the dark trench like ghouls.

He's dead. Some crazy fan broke into the studio and shot the whole place up. No one's gotten around to tell him yet, that's all. They're too busy dealing with the fallout.

No, Em's security is beyond top tier, and with how close Colson and his current bodyguard are he knows the guy would call him immediately. Marshall's fine.

Unless… what if he was in a car accident? Or some road rage incident gone fatal? Colson's seen Marshall's short temper flare up while driving. They've made dozens of jokes about it in the past, so is it really that unreasonable to believe?

Colson's pacing in the front haul when he calls Porter. Phone tucked between his ear and shoulder while he fights his shoe laces, heart racing in his chest. Prepping to fly out of the house the second Denaun tells him what fucking hospital Marshall's staying in, praying it's at the ICU section and not some fucking morgue.

"Kelly?" The older man sounds confused when he finally answers. Voice high and tone light like he's expecting this to be a butt dial. "What's up man?"

The lack of rush or worry in Denaun's voice almost soothes Colson's panic right on the spot. Surely he wouldn't sound so casual if something had happened. 

It's enough to keep Colson from immediately pleading for Marshall's safety at the least. "H-hey, uh nothing really-" Maybe Marshall is even with him right now, realizing how fucking late its gotten and how shit of a boyfriend he's been and that's why Denaun sounds awkward too. "Just uh, waiting for Marsh to get his slow ass home ya know? Sorry, aheh, I'm probably sounding like a fucking needy girlfriend right now, calling his friends and shit-" the longer Colson rambles the more embarrassed he actually feels in the moment.

God he must sound pathetic right now. Panicking over Marshall being a few hours late.

"Waiting? Didn't Marshall head out like 2 hours ago?"

"W-what?"

Colson's blood feels like actual ice in his veins.

"He isn't home? I mean, I know he was gonna stop at- fuck is it already half past 8? Marshall seriously isn't home?" Denaun's sudden panic only heightens Colson's own, but he can't get any more words to come out. Not with how a rock feels like it's jumped up his throat. "Shit, Ryan are you getting through to him? Try Paul-"

Ryan's there too? 

"What? Paul's gotta fucking answer-"

They can't get ahold of Paul either?

"Kelly have you-"

Marshall's missing. Colson's been standing around making dinner for hours, worrying over the portion sizes and appearance of his plates and Marshall's been fucking missing. What kind of partner is he? What will he even tell Hailey? Alaina? And fuck Casie is supposed to be coming up this weekend so they can all go vacation together before his next tour-

The front door bumping into his shoe startles Colson out of his frozen panic. Denaun's angry shouting dropping from his ear, as he twists and meets a pair of sheepish blue eyes peeking around the hardwood.

"Hey." 

Marshall's…..

"Is that my apron?"

So fucking dead.

"Is this your--" Colson's fingers are curling around the edge of the door so fast he doesn't even care that it makes his phone fly to the floor. "That's what you want to fucking say to me!?" His anger is boiling fast, replacing the cold in his veins with lava. "You fucking piece of-"

Marshall stumbling inside with the yanked door is expected, but the flash of bandages and a sling douse Colson's flames like a bucket of water. "Ow, fuck just give me a second to explain-"

He's hurt.

Now with all of Marshall visible Colson's hyperaware of dry blood splattered on his white graphic tee and scratches partially hidden within the rapper's beard along his cheek. "I got in an accident out on the M-8, it was minor but-"

Colson really can't handle all these rapid mood switches Marshall is putting him through today.

“You fucking idiot-“ Tears are bubbling up in his eyes and it’s like his hands can’t reach his partner fast enough. Pulling Marshall into his arms for a tight hug despite the pained noises his actions inspire. “Stupid, old asshole-“ Marshall’s hurt, the cars probably wrecked, but he’s home and that’s enough of a relief to finally smother that pit weighing down his stomach. “Don’t ever scare me like that again!”

A moment passes before he’s hugged back, shock more than likely freezing his partner up but when Marshall does loop his good arm around Colson he pulls him close. So close Colson is the one who’s bones feel like they might ache. “Can’t make any promises about that,” The older rapper’s palm feels warm when it climbs to cup his neck, Marshall’s face turning to press a kiss into Colson’s throat. 

That brush of lips is the final crack to release the flood gates.

"I love you."

"I know."

"I really really fucking love you."

"I know baby."

"I don't care how old your ass is, you better hold out and fucking die after me like a proper goddamn boyfriend, you hear me Marshall?" He's getting snot all over the older rapper's shirt. Full on smearing it across his own cheek and the fabric with every pointless rub of his face. "I love you so fucking much. Can't do this without you."

"Told you I'm not dying after you unless you kill me first, and I'm chasing you into the afterlife once you do go too. Fuck all the marriage shit, death ain't parting us either you brat." Marshall's tone is light and his palm is doing wonders to comfort him by rubbing circles into his back. It's enough to slow his hiccupped breathing down a few notches. "I dunno if you noticed but, I'm a little obsessed with you."

That drags out a wet snort. "Y-yeah?" When Colson pulls back to meet Marshall's eyes he swears he can see a wet shimmer starting to glaze over his partner’s as well. "Prove it then."

There's a flicker of something in blue eyes, so fast that Colson almost thinks he hallucinates the emotion altogether. But then Marshall's wrapped up arm wiggles between their bodies. The dark blue of the sling catching and sliding so his scratched up fist can shimmy its way partially out. "Planned on it-" There's something clutched tight there, black peeking out from between Marshall's finger and thumb. It's got Colson's heart dropping down into his stomach all over again. "What do you think I was driving so late on the M-8 for?"

"Marshall-" It can't be.

"Colson." But his shithead of an accident victim boyfriend is pulling back, both his good arm and slung arm awkwardly flailing in the air for a moment as he drops down on one knee. The visible wince not hidden as well as Colson imagines the man wants it to be. But Marshall's eyes are softening, and the blonde feels completely cemented in place. The only part of him moving being the uncontrollable shaky quiver of his bottom lip. "I had a whole moment planned, there were flowers, balloons, and those stupidly expensive alcoholic chocolates you love, but they all got absolutely trashed in the crash. Like, half of Detroit is probably going to think the Macies Thanksgiving parade started early. Paul called to have it all replaced, and honestly some intern is probably going to come banging on the door in about 20 minutes but I don't want to wait-" There's a flash of genuine worry that's furrowing the skin between Marshall's brows as he continues. "So I'm sorry this isn't gonna be that fancy perfect proposal you've always dreamed of-"

"Shut up." Colson's voice can't go above a whisper. His tone quick and clipped from how anxious he is to hear the man finally finish. "Just- shut up, ask me. Ask me Marsh, please-"

"Fine, always need to rush me."The rapper's lip quirks at the corners. Hands transferring the small box between eachother with a bit of fumbling. "Will you, Colson Baker-" Until Marshall can finally get it open with an audible clunk. "Legally commit to being with my annoying old ass forever?" 

[lavendersoft]

Until I met you.

3/?

-Street Fighter! Jimin x Reader

Synopsis: While on a date for their 2nd anniversary, Jimin loses Yoongi while being attacked in an alleyway by a robber. Yoongi sacrificed himself for his lover and Jimin could never forgive himself for not being able to do the same. The survivor’s guilt ate away at him over the months and it definitely didn’t help that he saw Yoongi’s face everywhere. In mirrors, dreams, large crowds, on trains, and even when he closed his eyes. Although, Jimin found a way to cope. He began a rigorous training schedule. Boxing, self-defense classes, Tae Kwon Do, he even started street fighting and got caught up with bad people. Anything and everything. His hands would bleed, his muscles would ache, his bones would break. Jimin was offered multiple full scholarships to prestigious martial arts schools for his talent, all of which Jimin turned down. He didn’t want to make a career out of this, he just didn’t want to be haunted by his dead fiancé. The only time Yoongi wouldn’t haunt every moment of Jimin’s life was when he’s training as if Yoongi is saying “I won’t rest, nor will I let you rest until you’re stronger.” Jimin will never lose anyone that he loves again.

Everything felt like a downward spiral,

until he met you.

Warnings: (There’s a lot- and it’s kinda dark, be warned) PTSD, implied schizophrenia (sorta? take that with a grain of salt), PTSD induced delusions/hallucinations, depression, paranoia, night terrors, character death, major angst, unhealthy coping mechanisms, masochism(?), alcoholism, minor gore, mention of drug abuse, mention of blood, mention of sexual assault/ harassment, mention of asylums, profanity, Jimin goes through one hell of a mental breakdown.

Author’s notes: lil fluffy :)

Jimin doesn’t visit Yoongi’s grave.

He hasn’t in a while, at least. He has seen Yoongi far too often since his death, actually. And he decided long ago that visiting graves only bring him grief and sorrow, not solace like most people.

Something was different this morning; off. Yoongi wasn't lurking. He wasn't staring at Jimin in the shadows or murmuring in Jimin’s ear. He’s just... gone.

But that doesn't stop Jimin from drinking his guilt away like he usually does. If he's being honest with himself, Jimin probably wouldn't be able to cope without his daily dose of alcohol.

He could just picture Hoseok and Jin laughing at him if they were here. They were always the big drinkers of the group. Jimin hardly drank and when he did, he’d get drunk faster than the rest. The memory brings Jimin no joy, knowing what came of everyone. In fact, he’d rather not remember.

The useless alarm clock rings beside Jimin’s bed. The machine never gets the chance to actually wake him up since he’s awake before dawn every morning due to the nightmares.

Hm. Maybe I should call Dr. Bang?

As he reaches over to dial his therapist’s number, her name pops up instead.

Y/n: I had a lot of fun last night, minus the weird guy in the alley lol

Jimin wonders how she could dilute such a pig to just a “weird guy” but he decided not to bring it up.

Jimin: me too. 

Send.

What? That’s it? Come on.

Jimin: um so if you ever want to do-

Delete.

Jimin: cool. so do u wanna see a-

Delete.

Flirting is a lot harder than Jimin remembers. He sighs heavily and tosses his phone down, opting to shower away his self-frustration. Right when he starts rinsing and lathering, however, an idea lights up his mind.

Of course.

A few hours later he is standing outside of his old dance studio, the one he’d go frequently with Yoongi on their days off work.

He hasn’t been here in months. Nevertheless, this place hasn't changed a bit. This place was their own little private piece of paradise. It was a cozy, secluded building on the outskirts of the city, but it had the best view at any time of day. Jimin had the best memories here. Memories of his whole friend group coming and visiting him while he danced. Hoseok always had the best advice for him and they’d end up dancing together. 

Jimin stares at the oak door, then glances at the key in his hand. He contemplates if he is even ready to be back in there. But she’s going to be here soon. He’d asked her if she wanted to use his old studio to practice dancing and had given her the address. So, he bites his lip and turns the knob.

The angelic light that flows in from the window is the first thing he notices when he walks in. The room looks so much more spacious than he remembers, probably because he was never in here alone. The huge, wall-length mirror expands further than he remembered. You’d think that he’d still remember every detail of this room, being that he was here close to every day. But he doesn't. These last nine months have hurt more than his heart. I can’t remember worth a damn nowadays.

He closes his eyes and stands in the middle of the room, soaking in the sunlight, breathing in the familiar smell of the walls and floor. This building always had such a distinct smell. You’d probably call him crazy if he said he could just faintly hear the laughter that always filled this place. There was never a bad situation that happened here. It was untainted with the strife and stress of their daily lives. All of their struggles and grievances, they were dropped at the door.

They came here to forget. They came here because it was their haven. A pure haven. 

And now he’s sharing it with you.

Also, he thinks it could use a good dusting. So, he gets to work.

But he’s soon interrupted by one of those endlessly annoying, nagging thoughts that pop into his head as he sprays down the mirror with Windex.

I’m expecting too much. I don’t even know her. She doesn’t even know me. And I’m letting her into my most sacred place. It’s just too fast. It’s gonna scare her. 

He lifts his gaze and stares at himself in the foggy mirror for the first time in ages.

As if I could scare her any more than I have. I’ve practically beat the life out of a man on our first date. 

But she’s still coming. She’s still coming.

He tears his eyes away from the man lingering in front of him to get back to work.

After an hour of dusting, scrubbing, and polishing, the studio looked exactly how he left it the last time. Then, a knock at the door startles him. He’s not used to anyone knocking on the studio door, it was always open to his friends.

He jogs overhastily to let her in.

The moment the door reveals her, her eyes light up in awe.

“Wow! It’s huge!” She blushes when she realizes she hasn't even greeted him yet. 

“Uh, I mean good morning.” She scratches her head awkwardly. 

“Morning.” His reply seems bland compared to all the work he’d just put into cleaning the place up as to not embarrass himself... and possibly impress her. He’d never admit that, though.

“It’s so much bigger than the one I practice in! And it has natural light!” She saunters over the window, pulling open the curtain entirely. She freezes.

“Mine doesn't even have windows! And yours has-”

“Cool, huh?” He chuckles. She really is cute.

“A full view of the city? It’s more than cool, it’s like a dancers dream!”

It was. Once.

“So, do you like.. own it?” She asks the question as if it would offend him in some way.

“Sort of.”

It was Yoongi’s first gift to Jimin, before they’d even started dating. It was by far the greatest gift he’d ever received.

“I co-own it.”

“Ah.” She nods, dropping the subject entirely. “Oh, hey, a radio!”

She’s so enthusiastic about everything. Jimin smirks.

“Yeah. I’m not sure if it still work-” He cut off by a stream of soft music filling the room. He remembers this song well. It’s the last song he’d been listening to that night, before-

“Oh, I love this song.” She looks over her shoulder with a look that almost resembled mischief. “Wanna dance..?”

“Oh... uh.. I don’t know. I’m probably kind of rusty.”

“Please?” Oh, this could get dangerous. It’s really hard to say no to her.

“Okay, but don't laugh.”

“Promise.” She holds out her pinky finger, waiting for him to lock his with her own. He does so, gladly.

Take my hand.

She places her hand in his. He wraps his hand lightly around her waist.

Take my whole life, too.

They fumble a bit, awkwardly stepping on each other’s toes as if they weren't both trained professionals.

For I can't help falling in love with you.

She finds her balance, he finds his rhythm.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes-

They glide over the dance floor like water.

Some things are meant to be.

The chorus repeats once more. He looks into her eyes now, instead of at his feet. She has a smile on her face that says she hasn't a care in the world at the moment.

I can't help falling in love with you...

The music fades and Jimin curses the song for starting in the middle instead of the beginning. He wants longer with her.

The next song starts and it’s a more upbeat one. One he made a choreography to. He’s almost tempted to show her before-

She already dancing. The exact same dance he created. He stands in shock. Every move, every step, everything is smooth and right on beat.  But how did she know?

He struggles to find the words to ask. Instead, he slowly starts to dance along with her. The look of confusion that crosses her face when she glances in the mirror and spots him following along with her perfectly is priceless. She falters for just a brief seconds before turning around and facing him, still hitting each beat. 

He smirks at her when the song finishes, she at a loss for words.

“How did you..? Where did you learn that?”

“Learn? I didn't learn it. I created it.” A stark silence enters the room.

“I’m sorry, what?” She’s obviously having a hard time processing.

“I made it.”

“But.. my dance teacher said it was made by some prodigy, like, years ago.”

He holds up his index finger, gesturing to himself. “That’d be me.”

“Stop playing with me. There’s no way... I mean-”

And so the afternoon went on. They discussed their dreams, their hopes, where they came from, favorite places to visit. 

Somewhere in between talking about her family home, she offered to order take out. He obliged and paid before she could oppose it. He felt terrible that they didn't have a proper place to eat- not even chairs. He’d pulled out an old blanket from the storage closet and made a makeshift picnic. He’d hoped to God that she didn't notice the faint musty odor from being in storage for so long. If she did, she didn't say anything.

 When they continued to talk, they even found out that they attended the same dance school when they were both beginners, not at the same time though. He has started dance much sooner in life than she.

He was called a prodigy, or so everyone told him. He was meant to be something. Something bigger than what he turned into.

“Hey. Wanna see something cool?” He asks when he notices the light in the room beginning to turn a deep gold, indicating the sun was setting. The really talked all day, huh?

“Always.”

He takes her hand and leads her into the hallway, all the way to end. They reach a door and he reaches up the top of the door frame to search for the key. After successfully unlocking it, the door opened to reveal an old, and he will admit, slightly sketching looking staircase. To his surprise, she enters without fear. She barely even waits for him.

Once they reach the top he opens the door and then stands out of her way, not wanting to block to the view. And he also wanted to make sure he could see her reaction.

There’s a silence that falls between them as she takes in the view of the city. Jimin inwardly praises himself for knowing all the best times of day to come to the roof, 6:22 pm sharp is one of those times. The world around them glows with golden, orange, and red light. The sun looks as if it’s searing the city, completely ablaze.

“Wow.” She takes in the sight of the tall shadows belonging to the buildings and trees as they grow even longer. 

Wise men say only fools rush in.

[nothingbutimagines]

Voicemail Confessional (Tom Holland)

Pairing: Roommate!Tom Holland x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/n is in love with her roommate, Tom. Tom, well, he’s unsuspecting of the whole thing and believes her to just be an affectionate and caring friend and roommate. 

Author: Dizzy

A/N: oh my god, they were roommates?? Ya girl is getting back into writing. Don’t think I have really written a roommate!Tom fic at all or in a while. Hope you all like it!

Masterlist Request Any Of These Peter Parker/Tom Holland Masterlist

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“Okay, Tom, I’m gonna be gone for just the weekend. It’s Julia’s 21st so of course we’re only going to Vegas for a short time since we all already had our birthdays.” You explained, grabbing your bags as you spoke. “You know my number, I left the vet number on the fridge and the pet hospital number too, and I precooked some meals for you. They’re in the fridge.”

“Okay, Y/n,” Tom chuckled. “You act like I’ve never been left home alone before.”

“I know you have been left home alone, but this is a new apartment, okay? You always leave me alone here, so I’m just making sure you have everything here since you haven’t been left alone.”

“Alright, love. Now hurry, you’ll miss your flight.”

“Oh shit, you’re right.” You nodded, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as he helped you balance. “I was so busy giving you instruction I almost forgot I was leaving. Oh, and don’t forget to water the plants and give them sunlight.”

“Everything’s fine, Y/n. Now, go have fun.” Tom laughed, helping you get the door open as he almost pushed you out.

“Okay. Okay. I love you, Tommy.”

“Love you too, Y/n.” Tom smiled. “Now, go have fun. Don’t worry about me.”

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“Y/n, quit with the phone!” Sophie yelled in your direction, making you jump as the rest of your friends laugh.

“Sorry! I’m just making sure Tom is okay.” You rushed to explain as you shoved your phone in your jacket pocket. 

“She isn’t just making sure if he’s okay,” Julia explained, “she’s also trying to see if he’ll promise to not pick up when she calls cause she’ll be wasted and dying to talk to him.”

“Julia!” You gasped and pushed the redhead playfully. “That was a secret!”

“Wait, I thought you got over that crush on the Brit.” Sophie furrowed her brows. 

“I may have lied about that when I chickened out of telling him last time.” 

“Y/n!” Jenny scowled. “He’s so cute, though! Why not ask him out?”

“Because!”

“Because why?” she asked, nudging you as she did so.

“Because I’m scared. Last time I ever had a crush on him, he was dating someone else.”

“You guys were 18!” 

“I know, but it still hurt!” You exclaimed defensively. “Besides, he’s gone on other dates lately.”

“Any work out that you know of?” Sophie asked, positioning herself to sit better on the circular couch you all were sitting on. 

“No, none. He keeps going on dates and none have worked out.”

“I think he likes you.” Julia stated, downing another drink. 

“I agree.” Sophie nodded.

“Me too.” Jenny smiled. 

“I’m not going to call him and tell him. I refuse.” You stated firmly, crossing your arms over your chest.

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To say that you were wasted would be an understatement as you fumbled with the phone in your hands. You were on the verge of black out drunk as you struggled to remember your own pin code.

When you had finally gotten your pin code in your phone correctly, you stumbled out of hotel suite and into the bathroom, and locked the door behind you as you dialed Tom’s number. 

“Please pick up...please...” You mumbled as you put the lid down on the toilet and sat down. 

“Hey, you’ve reached Tom’s phone. You know what to do.” Tom’s prerecorded voice greeted you before it was followed by the voicemail beep.

“Tom,” You started, “Hi. I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than just a friend, I love you lots. Like,really really love you. If you’re listening to this- if you’re listening to this, when I get off the plane, if you’re there to pick me up, then you feel the same way. If you’re not, then you don’t and we’ll just be best friends like always. I just like you a lot a lot a lot. You’re so good and so sweet. And holy shit, your body? Fuckkkk. I really wanna-”

“Y/n?” Sophie asked while rapping on the door. “Are you in there? I really need to pee.”

“I gotta go, Tommy baby. Bye.” You mumbled quickly and then hung up. “I’m coming, Soph.”

You rose from your seat and stumbled to the door, wiggling the knob for a moment before realizing you had to unlock it. You opened it to be greeted with Sophie and a confused look on her face. 

“Hi...”

“Y/n, who were you talking to?” Sophie was clearly more sober than you as she spoke clearly and calmly.

“No one.”

“No one?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “I wasn’t talking to anyone but Tom’s voicemail.”

“Y/n! You said you wouldn’t call him!”

“Noooooooo. Sober me said that. Me now said-” You hiccuped. “said that I could call him. So I did.”

You two fell silent for a second before your phone began to ring, “Sexual” coming out of your phone’s speakers. You blushed as Sophie gave you a look for the odd choice in ringtone as you pulled your phone out of you pocket. 

“It’s Tom!!” You squealed, pressing your thumb tightly against the answer option on the screen. “Hi, Tommy boy!”

Sophie shook her head at you and pushed past you and towards the bathroom, telling you quickly to tell her how things go after disappearing behind the door. 

“Hi, love. I got your message.” Tom chuckled as you hiccuped again. “I’m going to come get you from the airport okay?”

“Okay!” You replied with a smile before your smile fell. “Why are you doing that?”

“Because you asked me to and I also love you.”

“I love you too. I love you so so much.” 

Tom laughed. “I know you do. Why don’t you get some sleep, Y/n? You’re drunk.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. Now, I’m going to hang up and you’re going to go to bed and I’ll see you when I pick you up tomorrow.”

“Wait, Tom?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

[cocomaxley]

Paws for a Cause Part 2

This was a prompt request from @stopforamoment

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild, a collaborative effort by @ao719 @speedyoperarascalparty @leelee10898 @riseandshinelittleblossom and yours truly. Catch up HERE.

Summary: A furry friend joins the CGW squad which results in another boys vs. girls wager.

Rating: Fluff

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Paws for a Cause Moodboard

Milo's Moodboard

The ladies were sitting in the royal chambers ready to leave for their calendar photoshoot. Anitah heard a knock on the door, and Brad entered. Milo walked up wagging his tail. Before he could close the door, the puppy ran out of the apartment.

“Brad, come on! Why does he always get passed you when you come in here?” Anitah asked in an exasperated tone.

“So-sorry, your majesty,” He stammered. “I'll go get that little ass...I mean little cutie.”

Brad took off and as expected the pup was waiting for him at the end of the hallway. “Milo, I don't have time for these games! Get your ass back here!”

Milo stood up and started walking away. He stayed far enough ahead of Brad but ensured his bodyguard was still able to see him. He walked into the kitchen, and the staff immediately started cooing at him.

“Is prince Milo here for some snacks?”

One of the cooks reached into her pocket and took out a dog biscuit. He happily accepted the treat from his friend. Milo continued to strut around the kitchen when Brad came into the room. Brad cornered him by the walk in freezer. A staff member walked out of the freezer, and Milo slipped inside. Brad caught the door before it closed and followed him inside. Once Milo saw that Brad was closing in, he immediately changed direction and ran out. Then the door clicked shut. Brad sighed and pushed on the door. It wouldn't open. He place his hand on the center of the door and pushed as hard as he could. However, the heavy steel door still wouldn't budge. His teeth started to chatter, and he could see his breath against the cold air. He crossed his arms around him trying to keep his hands warm. Trying to find a way out, he surveyed the door looking for a knob or release latch.

“Shit! Shit shit shit. That dog is trying to kill me!”

He was trying not to panic and thinking of ideas to get out of the frozen room. He pounded on the door and yelled, “HELP! I'm stuck in here!”

No response. He couldn't hear a single person on the other side. He tried to take a running start and rammed his shoulder against the door. “Fuck! That hurt.” He rubbed his sore shoulder and yet the door remained in tact.

Anitah picked up her phone and dialed Bastien’s number. “Bas, have you seen Brad? He let Milo out again and he still isn't back.”

Bastien joined the ladies a short while later. He informed them that he pinged Brad’s phone and found his location. The group followed him down to the kitchen and saw Milo sitting on the floor looking at the freezer door.

“Milo, there you are!” Anitah said. Before she could pick him up, he walked up to the door and scratched at it.

“What is it, Lassie? Did Brad fall in a well?” Genevieve snorted.

“Do you think Brad’s in there?” Pam asked.

Genevieve giggled, “This would be the best day ever if he was.”

“Aww, Gen, don't be mean. If he's in there he could be freezing. Not everyone is accustomed to cold temperatures,” Stephanie replied, looking concerned.

“Well if his dumbass can't get out of a walk in freezer, then he deserves it,” Alicia added.

Bastien pulled the door open and inside was a very cold and very pale Brad. His teeth chattered and his body shivered as he stepped out.

“What the hell happened to you, Bradley?” Anitah asked with a huge grin on her face. Bastien tried to hide his smirk.

“Th-the dog...the damn dog locked me in there,” Brad responded, his teeth still chattering.

Genevieve burst out laughing, “are those tears frozen to your face? Brad, you just have to push the door to open it.”

He explained how he pushed, knocked and even tried to shoulder the center of the door to open it. This made Genevieve and Alicia laugh even harder. Alicia walked into the freezer, allowing the door shut behind her. She pushed the door open a short while later.

“Ta da! You just have to be smarter than the door.” She took a bow in front of a very annoyed and still frozen Brad.

Anitah looked at Brad’s frozen state, “Brad, you think you can handle this or do you need to take the day off? I'm sure Liam wouldn't hold this against you...”

Brad gulped, “N-no-no, I'm fine, your majesty.”

He led the ladies to the waiting vehicles. They decided to have the photoshoot at the shelter. The shelter staff showed them to a room where they could take pictures. Anitah arranged for props and backdrops to be set up in the room. The men would be using the room the following day for their session.

Stephanie looked at each of the ladies and their clothing. She then set up a backdrop to complement their outfits and chosen animals. Anitah posed with Milo. She was wearing a multicolor dress which stood out in front of the black backdrop. Milo was ever the sweetheart posing with his mommy. Next up was Alicia with the white and gray terrier she picked for her photos.

“Since your birthday is in November, maybe throw this coat on and lay down next to Fred.” Stephanie said, pointing to a mat on the floor, “Perfect, just like that,”.

Next up was Pam with a sweet Husky puppy named Mantra. Stephanie changed the background to a plain white one to contrast the black dress she was wearing. Pam picked up the puppy and made a kissing face that Mantra mimicked.

“So cute, Pam!” Anitah squealed as Stephanie snapped the picture.

Pam couldn't help but giggle as Mantra licked her face. Stephanie turned to Genevieve who was holding Snowball, a long haired white cat. She set up an ornate pink chair that coordinated well with Genevieve’s white shirt and pink sweater. Stephanie had her sit down with Snowball on her lap.

“She's purring! I think she loves me,” Genevieve said with a grin on her face. Alicia walked up and petted the purring kitty. “She is so sweet. I really miss having a cat.”

“Alright Stef, tell me what to do and I'll take your pictures,” Alicia said.

Stephanie setup the mat to look like a bed with green pillows and light neutral colored bedding that matched her floral shirt. She had her furry friend, Jasper lay on it. She held his face and placed a kiss on his nose. Alicia snapped the picture at just the right moment.

They did a few group pictures since they needed twelve photos. Stephanie took out the memory card and plugged it into her laptop. The ladies looked at the photos and picked the best ones. Realizing they needed more pictures to get the calendar filled, they knew that they had to up the ante.

Anitah looked at the group with a mischievous grin, “Ladies, we should pose in our bra and panties. Each of us has a nice sweet photo but the other picture will be a bit more…risque. I think that's exactly what we need to get these calendars sold.”

The girls agreed and stripped down to their underwear. Brad cleared his throat, and the ladies turned around. Alicia glared at him, “Enjoying the show, Brad?” He adjusted himself before quickly leaving the room. The girls giggled at his panicked departure.

“I forgot he was here!” Pam said giggling.

Stephanie got the ladies and their animals set up for the poses and snapped picture after picture. She set the timer on the camera and joined the rest of the women for the group photo.

“Well girls, I think we have everything we need. I'll edit these and pick the best ones for our calendar. These boys have no idea how bad they’re going to lose!” Stephanie said laughing.

The following day, the men met up at the animal shelter ready to take their calendar photos. The photographer hadn't arrived yet, so the men were talking about ideas for their pictures. Maxwell looked at the group taking in their attire. All of them were dressed in casual clothes.

“Maybe we should do formal wear. The animals we choose can wear a bow tie if it's a boy or a ribbon if it's a girl,” Maxwell said excitedly.

Leo scoffed, “You're overthinking this Beaumont. You forget that we are good looking guys that women would love to pin up on their office walls. I think we keep it simple. Maybe shirtless or in our underwear.”

Drake looked pointedly at Leo and asked, "No way, Leo! You don't get to make suggestions. This is your fault. What made you think for one damn minute that betting against the girls was a good idea? Have you learned nothing?"

“I agree with Drake. They haven’t lost a damn bet yet and now I’m going to be stuck in a fucking speedo washing cars because you can’t keep your damn mouth shut!” Liam agreed and nodded his head.

Rashad sighed, “While I agree that it was...not smart to take this bet, we have to try. I think Maxwell has a good idea. These girls are going to play dirty. They always play dirty. So we need to be creative.” He looked directly at Leo. “I am not posing shirtless or nude.”

“Come on. We can't admit defeat already. These girls can't win every bet. We are due for a win,” Leo laughed.

Just then a young guy walked in looking like he just came from a frat party. The men assessed his disheveled clothing and unkempt hair. He looked around the room and said, “Hi, I'm Matt. I was hired by a Maxwell Beaumont to take pictures?”

Maxwell walked up to him and shook his hand. “Great! We're ready. Just tell us how we should pose with the animals and we will give you our best sexy faces,” he said giving his best smoldering look.

“Do you need help bringing in your equipment?” Liam asked him.

Matt looked at Liam confused, “I'm just gonna use my phone. I have an app to edit them. I'm taking a college photography class. Our current unit is taking and editing pictures using your cell phone.”

“And we are fucked…” Drake grumbled under his breath.

Matt picked Maxwell to go first. Maxwell picked up a floppy eared hound puppy named Cooper.

“Ok, why don't you hold him like a baby?”

Although he was confused, Maxwell did as he was told and cradled the puppy like a baby. Cooper wriggled in his arms, clearly uncomfortable in the way he was being held. Matt held up his phone and started snapping pictures. Every once in a while he moved the phone to a different angle.

“Alright, next. How about you in the jean shirt?” Matt looked at Drake.

Drake rolled his eyes and picked up the cat he chose for the shoot. Taken by surprise at his sudden movement, Teddy the tabby cat swatted Drake’s arm.

“Shit! That hurt,” Drake yelled. He looked at the scratches that were starting to bleed. “Great. Fucking great.”

Drake moved towards Teddy again. He bolted across the room and stopped at Rashad’s feet. He looked up at him and started rubbing his head against Rashad’s leg. Rashad picked up the cat and scratched behind his ear. He handed the happy feline over to Drake.

Matt held up his phone and said, “Ok, why don't you hold him like a baby, but over your shoulder. Like you're burping him?”

Drake snorted, “You're kidding right?”

Matt glared at Drake and he reluctantly obliged holding Teddy with his front paws over Drake’s shoulder. Next was Rashad with a golden retriever puppy named Bandit.

“Let me guess, hold him like a baby?” Rashad said with a smirk.

“Actually, yes. But hold him so he's sitting upright and support his hind legs.”

Rashad shook his head in disbelief, but kept his mouth shut. When Matt took the first picture, the flash went off blinding Rashad.

Matt groaned, “Sorry! Sorry, let me turn that off.”

He took the next photo and the flash went off again. “Shoot. This stupid phone acts up sometimes. I think I've got enough of you two though. Your majesty, you're next.”

Liam happily picked up the brindle puppy, Maggie. He cradled her in his arms with a huge smile on his face.

“This will be practice for whenever Anitah decides that we can have a baby, right Maggie?” Liam continued to baby talk the puppy who was enjoying the attention.

After Matt felt like he had taken enough of Liam and Maggie, he pointed at Leo.

Leo picked up Sasha the bulldog puppy and looked Matt smart square in the eye. “I'm not holding her like a fucking baby.”

He sat down on a chair and held the puppy in his lap. Matt didn't argue, instead he focused on taking pictures of Leo and Sasha.

Matt smiled triumphantly, “Well gentlemen, it looks like we're all done here. I'll show you the pictures I took and the I'll edit them and email them to Maxwell.”

The guys gathered around Matt when they noticed that his screen was completely shattered. The pictures looked distorted through the cracked screen. Drake ran his hand down his face. With their mouths open, all they could do was stare at the screen. Liam paid Matt, and Leo practically pushed him out the door.

“Max, call Stef and ask her to take the pictures. Those were horrible,” Liam pleaded.

“They can't be that bad right? I'm not calling Stef. She was really upset when I told her that she couldn't take the pictures because she would sabotage them,” Maxwell replied.

Rashad sent a few text messages and said, “Stef is on her way. Maxwell...she told me to tell you...‘you're welcome darlin’ with a middle finger emoji.”

A short while later, Stephanie walked in and took the men’s photos. When she was done, she pulled them up on her laptop. They breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at Stephanie’s work.

“Hey, Stef...does that folder have the ladies’ pictures? Why don't you let us have a sneak peek at our beautiful wives?” Leo said trying to be smooth.

“That's a hell naw, Leo,” Stephanie said as she snapped her laptop shut. “By the way, remember to deduct what you paid your photographers from your profits.”

“We only paid Matt. Thank god we didn't have to pay him much,” Drake responded.

Stephanie pulled out an invoice from her bag and handed it to Drake. “You didn't think I'd work for free, did ya? You can send the cash home with Max. Bye, boys.”

With that Stephanie grabbed her stuff and walked out of the shelter.

[lovelybones81]

Unthinkable -Updated 1/12

Summary: Seven years, three movies, two people, one story. But before they can get their happily ever after, Sebastian Stan and Camille Solis must learn to trust in each other and in themselves, before allowing the unthinkable to happen.

Warnings: Fluff,  Smut, Language, Angst, Mental Health, WOC lead character

Rating: NC-17 (under 18? go away!) 

Notes: HI! Happy New Year! xoxo. Here is the next chapter! If you ever get the chance to visit Big Sur, CA please do so. It is the most beautiful place in the world! Anyway, thanks for all the love! 

Chapter 21 Butterflyz

 Lately when I look into your eyes, I fly You're the only one I need in my life Baby, I just don't know how to describe How lovely you make me feel inside

You give me butterflyz Got me flyin' so high in the sky I can't control the butterflyz

You give me butterflyz Got me flyin' so high in the sky I can't control the butterflyz

March 2011

 Big Sur, CA  

 Sebastian shut the door behind him, pocketing the room key card in his back pocket for safe keeping. He leisurely walked down the long hall toward the staircase leading to the lobby of the hotel. As he walked, he admired the art on the walls. Damn, this place was definitely swanky, especially for it being up in the mountains. He got to the railing of the stairs, leaned the top half of his body into the rail, glancing down at the lobby and watched as people got directed to their rooms just like he had.

 Blindly he reached into his front pocket for his cellphone, dialing Camille’s number again. It ranged a few times then it went to her voicemail. He frowned and shoved the phone back into to jeans. He anxiously gazed back unto the sea of people down in the lobby, wondering why she wasn’t answering his calls. He had sat around in his room for a good twenty minutes before deciding to step outside to find her. He wasn’t sure what the plan was for later on tonight, but most importantly he physically ached to see her.

 It had been three weeks since he had been in California. It had also been three weeks since they kissed. His stomach did a summersault at the thought. He couldn’t help but lick his lips as the image of them kissing ran through his brain. For the past three weeks that thought was at the forefront of everything he did. It had been unexpected to say the least.

 Had they mentioned it any time they talked on the phone or text? Of course not. Mostly because he felt that conversation should be done in person and he had a feeling Camille felt the same way. So instead they talked around the subject. Were their exchanges awkward? Funny enough, no. They talked like nothing had changed. It was comforting actually.

 Sebastian jerked his head to the entrance of the hotel when he heard the familiar laugh echo throughout the lobby. He blinked a few times to get the figure in focus. He grinned widely like an idiot at the sight of her, thankful no one could see him at the moment. She wore a long sleeve floral maxi dress, her curls in a loose braid to one side of her shoulders. Even from where he stood she looked stunning.

 He watched as she wrapped one arm around the waist of an older lady, leading her toward the front desk. They stood by desk now, talking to a member of the staff. Camille seemed to do most of the talking, every few seconds making eye contact with the older woman as she spoke. Then it clicked-Camille was translating. Realizing for the first time since arriving to Big Sur, California that he was about to truly enter Camille’s world. The last few months he had only gotten snippets of it, but now he was going to be around the people who knew her since she was little.

 He began making his way down the stairs toward her. His hands feeling clammy all of a sudden. He snorted to himself. Get it together Stan. It’s not like you haven’t been around her before.

 He was about 10 feet away from her and was about to call out her name but closed his mouth when a staff member tapped on her shoulder.

 “Miss. Solis?”

 “Yes?” Camille answered, turning her attention away from the front desk.

 “Your aunt said she needs you back in the main room as soon as possible.” The young man said meekly.

 Her back was to Sebastian but regardless he knew she had just rolled her eyes. “Okay.” Then said with a sigh. “Can you do me a favor?” 

 The young man nodded. 

 Camille continued. “Would you mind helping her to her room?” Taking the key card from the woman behind the desk and handing it to the other staff member. 

 “Sure!” 

 “Thank you.” She said with a smile. “Her luggage is still in the car-“

 The young man waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry I’ll go get it as well.” And without hesitation he began helping the older woman toward the elevator.  

 Sebastian attempted to take another step to her, but stopped when someone else called out her name, in need of her help. (Something about the place settings for the tables). Once they had gotten their answer they moved along. He didn’t even get the chance to take another step when the woman behind the front desk called for her again. 

 “Miss. Solis?” She said with a phone in her hand. “It’s for you.”  

 “Thank you.”

 But before Camille could even put the receiver to her ear, someone else had come up for an answer to a question. She told the person on the phone to hold on for a second as she dealt with the person in front of her. Only this time the woman asking was not in a uniform and asked in Spanish. Once the woman got her answer she quickly disappeared down a long hall. 

 He frowned slightly, his gut telling him she had been doing this for most of the day. Fending questions left and right. One side of her body leaned against the top of the counter, both elbows resting on it as she talked into the phone. Tactically he took a few steps forward, standing a few inches behind her. She was talking in Spanish and even though he couldn’t really understand the whole conversation, the tone of her voice sounded frustrated. 

 He listened for a few more second before clearing his throat loudly. “Miss. Solis?” He said, trying to disguise his voice.  

 At the name, Camille jerked her head in his direction, phone still glued to her ear with a slight wrinkle of her nose in annoyance. Her expression changed the moment she recognized it was him. The annoyed look from a few moments ago quickly replaced by beaming eyes and a huge grin that made Sebastian feel like he was sixteen again. With the phone still to her ear, she excitedly mouthed “Hi!” 

 Sebastian beamed back like a fool, unable to stop even if he wanted to. He wasn’t sure of what to do or say. But his heart did begin to thump a bit faster. She mouth to him to hold on and quickly went back to talking in Spanish, her eyes never leaving his face. He nodded and only stared back. She spoke too quickly for him to understand much of what was being said, but waited patiently for her to be finished. 

 God, he had missed her. He was never going to get used to saying goodbye to her, but the feeling he felt right before he got to see her again made up for it a little bit. Everything just seemed to get lighter the day or hours before and his stomach would flutter when he thought of her. 

 Jesus Sebastian. Get it together. He repeated to himself. 

 “You really got to stop eavesdropping on phone calls.” He heard Camille say, a hint of playfulness in her voice. 

 Sebastian gave a confused look, then it dawned on him why she said that. She was referring to what caused their little tiff last year in New York. He scrunched up his nose and muttered. “Cute Camille, cute.” But felt his cheeks getting hot.  

 Camille smiled back. “Gracias Ojos Azules.” She answered cheekily at the same time standing up straight to fully face him. 

 He knitted his eyebrows together. “It wasn’t a compliment.” He said dryly. 

 She scrunched up her nose in response and took a step closer toward him. “Stop frowning and give me a hug hello.” She warmly ordered, her arms already reaching out for him. She stopped abruptly when they heard her name being called. He heard a small sigh leave her lips as she took a step back from him, smiling sadly up at him. “Hold that thought.” Swiftly she turned around and faced the person who had just called her name. “Yes?” she responded a smile still plastered on her features.

 Sebastian could only watch, not wanting to get in her way. He must have been staring hard because he felt Camille briefly reach out to touch his arm. “Yeah?” he asked lamely.

 “Do you want to follow me?” Camille asked. “I have to go find the last set of silverware for tonight’s rehearsal dinner. I don’t want to lose you in the sea of people.” She finished with a small grin yet the relax look from a few seconds ago disappearing from her face.

 “S-sure of course.” He sputtered.

 Without another word Sebastian followed Camille and the hotel staff member as they walked down a long hallway. He heard them talking but wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying. He just continued to focus his attention on Camille and her body language. She was tense which meant stress. And that became even more abundantly clear when they got stopped by a few other people asking directions about where things needed to go.

 “Rose?” She started, coming to an abrupt stop.

 “Yes?” Was the response from the woman standing next to them.

 “Forget about the silverware for right now. Can you please direct these two gentleman of where they need to place the cake?” Camille requested.

 Sebastian eyed his surroundings, an idea forming in his head. He half listened to Rose as she asked the two men to follow her and leaving him alone with Camille. Before anyone else came asking for her, Sebastian reached out and tugged at her hand, giving a small nod for her to follow him. 

 “Sebastian! What are you doing?” She hissed, as they now stood in a small breezeway/hall with one door behind him and another door behind her as they faced each other.

 He hoped one of these doors were unlocked. Blindly his free hand searched for the door knob behind him, smirking when his fingers touched it, he pushed the door open with his foot.

 Yes! Success! 

 Giving her hand a light squeeze he drew her into the empty room.

 Camille laughed apprehensively. “What are we doing?”

 Without letting go of her hand, he shut the door behind them and glanced around the room, his eyes widen in curiosity when they took in his surroundings. There were 6 long vanity tables with mirrors all along the back wall, and white couches that made the room feel homey and comfortable.

 “We’re using this as the make-up/dressing room for tomorrow.” Camille explained as if reading his mind.

 Sebastian nodded in understanding. “Nice.” Then quickly locked eyes with her. “I figured you could use a little escape.” He stated, changing the subject.

 She gave him a grateful smile. “That’s sweet.” Letting out a gloomy sigh. “But I really need to go back out there.” But did not let go of his hand.

 “What happened to the wedding planner?”

 “She got a flat coming down from San Francisco. She’s on her way, but if we didn’t start setting up now, then it was going to put us behind. Thankfully Natalie had a copy of everything just in case. One of my tios and cousin’s drove up to meet where she’s stuck at.” She explained without taking a breath. “Nat’s trying to keep Sam from freaking out. So I’m trying to keep Nat from doing the same, while at the same time trying to keep Tia Yolanda from pissing off the hotel staff as she orders them around.” Finally letting go of his hand she began to pace back in forth in the room. “I love her, but she can drive me crazy sometimes. She has been trying to change the menu for tonight’s dinner for the past hour although it’s been set for weeks now! Can you believe her?” Raising her arms up in the air as she talked. 

 Sebastian didn’t respond. Not because he didn’t want to, but because it was obvious she needed to vent. 

 “She’s like: yo los conozco. They’ll listen to me. I’m like Tia: that doesn’t matter! We can’t change the food last minute!” Camille cried out as she continued to pace back and forth. “It wouldn’t be so bad if Staci was here to take care of the rest. But she isn’t, so it’s just me!” Her pacing coming to a halt as she placed one hand on her hip. “Oh and to add on to it-I can’t find my damn phone! I placed it somewhere and I have no clue where!!”

 Well, that answered his question about why she hadn’t answered his calls earlier and he assumed Staci was the wedding planner? 

 Yet, Sebastian had to suppress the smile that tugged on his lips watching her. He couldn’t help but think how pretty she looked every time the sun hit her when she stepped in the direction of the large windows. He wanted to kiss her again. What if she didn’t want to kiss him? He shook his head as if doing so would push those thoughts away. Instead he tried to concentrate on her voice and what she was saying.  

 “And the first thing I hear when I step into the hotel is mi tios wife-who isn’t even mi Tia- by the way- como estas mijita?” She mimicked with a roll of her eyes. “She doesn’t care. She’s a chismosa that has to be in everyone’s business! She had the nerve to say: probecito David. I talked to his mom and he isn’t doing well either.”  

 And there it was. The real reason why she was upset. He had a feeling there was more to her stress than just the wedding part. Sebastian knew this wedding was going to be a bittersweet event for her, even if she kept insisting she was fine.  

 “As if I have the time to deal with all of that right now.” She said with a dismissive wave and taking a step toward the door. “I mean there is all this other stuff that needs to get done before tomorrow; setting up from brunch, and then we have all to be ready for the photographer.” Her hand grasped the door knob. “Plus I have to try and keep Yolanda out of kitchen and-.”

 Before she could finish her sentence Sebastian quickly slid between her and the door. She jumped in surprise at his action. “I know this isn’t easy Camille.” He said softly.  

 She averted her eyes from him. She didn’t say anything for a few moments as if trying to collect her thoughts. “I just want everything to go without a hitch for them.” She finally murmured, meeting his gaze. She gnawed on her lower lip. Silence settling in the room again. “I can’t help but think these are things that I would have had to do for mine...” trailing off. 

 “I know.” 

 Camille laughed uneasily. “Oh god, I’m sorry! This is probably the last thing you want to be hearing about.” Rubbing a hand over her face. “We haven’t even gotten a chance to talk or a have a proper hello-.” She stopped mid-sentence and her eyes widen. “I-I didn’t mean-.” She faltered. “What I meant was there are things we obviously need to talk about and-and-.”

 “I know what you meant.” Sebastian reassured with a grin, not able to control the flutter in his chest. 

 “O-kay...” She barely whispered, taking a small step toward him. 

 “I figured you have other things on your mind right now.” He responded with a slight shrug and that was the truth. As much as he wanted to figure things out, he also knew these were other pressing things she had to do. He found himself taking a step backwards only to find his back against the closed door. 

 “Yeah...” she started slowly. “I just don’t want you to think that it hasn’t crossed my mind.” 

 Sebastian couldn’t help letting out a small sigh of relief as her words hit his ears. 

 “This is not how I pictured us seeing each other again after three weeks.” She mumbled with a lick of her bottom lip. 

 Instinctively he reached out for her hand again, tugging her closer. “How did you imagine it was going to go?” Curiosity getting the best of him.  

 “It included us being alone...” 

 Sebastian tilted his head to one side with a light smirk. “We are alone dragoste.” He reminded, with another light tug of her hand to him. 

 “Ooh-right.” She swallowed not meeting his eye. “I forgot.” 

 He placed his free fingers underneath her chin and gave it a small tap. She must have caught on because she finally lifted her face. “I am making you nervous?” Sebastian questioned softly, eyes narrowing down at her.  

 “Yes.” Camille breathed, biting her top lip. 

 He was surprised at her honesty. “It’s just me, Camille.” 

 “I know that.” She said with a short laugh. “I know.” She repeated, eyes moving to his mouth.

 Sebastian felt the mood in the room change rapidly. He let go of her hand only to wrap his arm around her waist. The electricity between them undeniable. “Is this what you pictured?” He murmured, feeling the heat of her body radiate against his as she pressed the palm of her hand to side of his chest. 

 “Yes.” 

 Before his brain could stop his mouth he blurted out. “Damn Camille, I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you again?” He almost pleaded, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest.  

 “Yes.” She repeated for the 3rd time in the past few minutes. 

 Sebastian swallowed the huge lump in his throat before cupping her face with his free hand, he planted a small kiss on her cheek, and a small sighed left her lips. He wanted to remember every single moment of this. He slowly pressed another kiss to her nose, forehead and side of her mouth with her birth mark sat. 

 "I’m not going to lie-I was expecting a bit mor-“

 Sebastian cut her off as he captured her lips with his own. She sighed against his lips at the same time her arms snaked around his neck to pull him unto her. Sebastian wrapped his arms around her waist tighter. He wanted to taste every part of her. He had been dreaming about this for the past three weeks- if not longer. After a few moments he broke their lip lock and teased. “How was that?” 

 “Mmmmm...” 

 A small chuckle of satisfaction left his mouth at her response. He leaned back in and took her lips with his. Sebastian kissed her again and again, deep, hard, again and again, their mouths slapping together. Then her tongue slid along his lip in a sexy little lick. He groaned into her mouth. She was the perfect mixture of sweet and sexy. She broke from his lips for a split moment to catch her breath but Sebastian couldn’t get enough of her, so he kissed her with everything he had, with deep pushy thrusts of his tongue. He heard the small whimpers leave her mouth every time his tongue touched hers.  

 Sebastian thought kissing her again would cure the need and ache from three weeks ago, but it had done the opposite. He needed more of her. He shouldn’t be surprise of this. Deep down he knew this was going to be the outcome. 

 Camille broke their kiss, licking her lips in the process as she took a small step back. “I-I-uh should probably go back out there...” she said rather unconvincingly. 

 “Okay.” 

 “Okay.” Camille repeated, but did not move. “We should probably open the door...” 

 “Right.” Sebastian answered with a nod. He glanced back trying to find the door knob, but jerked his head when he felt Camille reach for the door as well. 

 They locked eyes and it was like the dam had broken. 

 “But I kind of want to continue kissing you.” She confessed with a non-apologetic smile before letting go of the door knob to wrap her arms back around his neck. 

 Sebastian dropped his hand and pulled her back into his arms, moving just enough so she was now the one against the door. He took her mouth with one hand in the back of her neck, eliminating anymore distance between them. This kiss was determined, hard and urgent. He smiled against her lips when he heard a light mewl sound leave the back of her throat. Camille opened her lips and he teased her lightly with his tongue. Breaking the kiss for a small second, Sebastian pushed a strand of lose hair behind her ear. 

 “Don’t stop.” Sebastian heard her whisper, her eyes full of fervor. 

 He pressed his body to hers while pushing one hand against the door, leaning back in for another kiss. After a few more moments he moved his mouth from hers and nuzzled the hollow of her neck with the tip of his nose. “I won’t.” He promised. 

 Camille shivered as his breath tickled the side of her neck. “G-good, good, just want to make sure we’re both on the same page.” She moaned against his ear when his teeth nipped right above her collarbone, then used his tongue to laved the sting. “Dios mio ...” She mumbled in Spanish. At the same time she slid her arms down from around his neck and gripped unto his broad shoulders. He nipped again before sucking gently on her sweet skin. 

 She smelled like vanilla and shea butter. His nostrils inhaled her in and his mouth only sucked harder. Camille moaned louder, clutching tighter on to him with every suck and kiss he gave. 

 “The collarbone is your spot isn’t it baby?” He asked in a taunting tone, lifting his head up at the same time she opened her eyes, their gaze meeting. 

 Camille tilted her head to one side. “What’s your fascination with finding my spot?” A hint of playfulness in her eyes. 

 A light smirk formed on his features at the sassiness. “Because...” he started with a lick of his lips and brushing them sweetly against hers, then making his way back down to place another open mouth kiss to her collarbone. He felt the grip on his shoulders tighten before she let out another whine that went straight to his cock. “I want to continue making you moan.” 

 Their mouths collided again. Only this kiss wasn’t light, sweet or questing. This one was hot, urgent, passion, desperate, his tongue sliding along her bottom lip, seeking entrance. Everything inside him ached and burned. They were close but not close enough. He needed more. Sebastian snaked his arms down her body, seizing his hands to her hips. 

 “More...” 

 Sebastian could feel his pulse quicken. “More what Camille?” 

 She stood on her tip toes, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, her chest crushing against his. She sighed. “I need more. I need you to touch me...”  

 Her words echoed in his head. Was this really happening? Or was he dreaming? 

 He blinked out of his thoughts when she bit down on his lower lip. He grunted and slapped one hand above her head on the door for leverage. He pressed her back up against it then used one foot to push her legs apart. She dropped her arms from his neck and loosely wrapped one around his waist as the other hand touched and grasped unto any part of him. Her touches were desperate and needy. He returned the sentiment by taking her mouth with his in a long kiss that left them both panting and breathing hard.

 Sebastian trailed his lips down her jaw and then back to her neck. Camille sighed in contentment. He lifted his head for a brief moment catching the look that passed through them- lust and longing. She leaned into him, her breast lightly brushed against his chest. 

 “Jesus Camille.” Was all his brain could come up with. Sebastian angled his head a bit, if he moved an inch closer his lips would literally be on top of hers again. 

 “What?” She asked innocently at the same time her warm tongue licked one side of his mouth. She leaned back in and kissed him fully. 

 She was like oxygen to his lungs. Each kiss had her grabbing him harder, which made him kiss her harder, until they were melded together, breathing heavily and taking and sharing passion. When his tongue invaded hers, Camille rocked forward on her feet. 

 “Tell me what you want.” Sebastian growled, moving the hand from the door down to her hips and spine. He kissed her jaw again and then her throat. He groaned against her skin when she took his wandering hand in both of hers and brought it up to her covered right breast. 

 Her response was a low hum. 

 Sebastian was dreaming. It had to be a dream. But once again he was broken out of his foggy state when he heard Camille’s plead. 

 “Sebastian...please...” 

 That was enough for him. He gave her breast a light squeeze. It took everything in him to keep from doing what he really wanted to do at the moment. She stirred against him and he instinctively began massaging her breast as his mouth attacked hers for the hundredth time in past 30 minutes. For the next few moments his hand alternated between both of her breasts, not wanting to neglect either one. 

 This was heaven. Fuck. There was no turning back now. 

 Not breaking their kiss, he smoothed his other hand down her ribs, hip. Easing one knee between her legs again, Sebastian fingers gripped beneath her thigh bringing her knee up to his waist. He pushed her dress above her leg, exposing her skin. His pulse racing. His palm slid delicately up her thigh, touching soft skin. She was hot to the touch. 

 He broke the kiss and pushed his forehead to hers. Licking his lips, he managed to stammer. “A-Any time you want me to stop- just say the word. Okay?” He wanted her to know there was no pressure. Regardless of what he wanted, Sebastian was not going to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.  

 “Okay.” Camille responded back in a whisper. Then cupped his face tenderly to give him a sweet and soft kiss. 

 Her kisses were going to be the death of him and she didn’t even realize it. 

 Sebastian’s hand slipped between her thighs, gliding over and coming to rest precisely where he wanted them to be. A breathy sigh escaped her lips. He felt her squirm when his thumb started to move up and down, stroking through the lace underwear. Her eyes rolled back and she gave a heartfelt moan of encouragement. At her response Sebastian used his forefinger to deftly outline the elastic edge of the underwear, feeling the light goosebumps on her hip.  

 “Seb... please.” She shuttered, arching her back.

 He slipped his hand out of the dress and gave her covered ass a nice grab, whining himself at how good it felt to touch her. Both hands squeezed her again as his mouth devoured her lips in a hard kiss. He smoothed his hands up her hips, then to the dip of her back. His touches had become more urgent, eager just likes hers. They groped and clawed at each other, every few seconds fighting on who got to bite whose lip first. Sebastian’s hand gripped firmly on one side of her hip. 

 “Untie it.” Camille moaned against his throat. It took a few seconds for the words to register with him. Camille lifted her head up and tugged his large hand toward the string that tied the dress together. “Untie it.” She repeated, her voice laced with hunger. 

 Sebastian’s eyes never left her face and gently began to untie the side of her dress. He watched as she followed his hand with her eyes- daring him to continue. Sebastian’s lips twitched slightly. He expected her to stop him, but her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He got her dress completely undone and sneaked a hand inside, his fingers gripped gently on her warm skin. He couldn’t help but chuckled lowly as her eyes fluttered shut at his touch. She involuntarily pressed herself closer to him and Sebastian was now in contact with the side of her face. Her hair tickled his nose and instead of brushing it way, he buried his face in it and then pressed his mouth to her neck.  God, she was sweet. Sweet and fucking sexy, and he just breathed her in.  “Seb...” She cried out softly.   He danced his hand inside of her dress, up and down her belly. Up, up... To the very undersides of her breasts.... It took everything to keep himself from whimpering like a child. He pulled the dress with one hand so it rested open on her shoulders. He cursed in Romanian. He wasn’t prepared for what was waiting for him underneath it. She wore a matching lacy bra and underwear lingerie. But it was the tattoo on her hip that did him in. Yes he had seen her this way before but he had never been as close as he was at the moment. 

 He grin. “No garter belt?” Referring to their conversation from three weeks ago.  

 “Maybe tomorrow.” 

 If he wasn’t so fucking aroused at the moment he would have laughed at her response. Instead he moved the same hand down low enough to run to the very top of her covered mound... Camille’s hand instinctively found his and she gave a small squeeze as a little whimper sound escaped her and tore at his gut. He pressed his lips to her jaw, her cheek, helpless to resist her smooth skin. 

 “This is better than I imagine. You’re better than I imagine.” He said, his voice dropping an octave. 

 “Seb...”  “Shh, I’ve got you.” he murmured.  “Sebastian.” she repeated, but didn’t move.  “Yeah. Me.” he teased gently. He kissed her jaw again and then her throat. He groaned when she took his wandering hand in both of hers and brought it up to her breasts. He smiled to himself, unable to stop it.  His fingers stroked her nipples through the lacy bra, his tongue worked its way to her bare shoulder and he nudged her against the door so he could lean over her to get a look at what he had exposed. Her dress had somehow slipped off her shoulders and rested half way down her torso. He completed melted at the sight of beautiful dark skin. “I need you...” Camille choked out.  “Yeah?” he questioned.

 “Yes.” 

 Fuck- that was hot, his eyes on her face, as if trying to engrave her in his brain. She didn’t let go of his hand. Instead she pushed it down and it took everything inside of him to not whine in disappointment. But when she pushed his hand-past her quivering belly into the warmth between her thighs-it worked too. She let out a needy murmur, one that had his name on it, and nearly had him coming right there and then. 

 He rubbed her covered mound with his thumb before his fingers found the elastic of her lacy underwear again. Using one foot between hers, he forced her legs wider as his digits moved to her wet folds. 

 “Jesus fucking Christ.” He uttered. “You feel amazing Camille.” His blood boiling at how sexy this moment was. “So...wet.” He grunted. “Fuck-how are you this wet already? I haven’t even eased my whole finger-” 

 “It’s been over a year Sebastian.” She interrupted with a nervous laugh. “Vibrators can only work for so long.” 

 He chuckled as his fingers ran through the narrow slit, circled her swollen clit, and then slid back to the aching entrance of her vagina.  “Sebastian.” she gasped, her body arching up when he moved his fingers, increasing the rhythm.

 “I love hearing the sound of my name on your lips when I have my fingers inside you.” He whispered. He kept his hand on her, and pressed his mouth to her shoulder while he worked her into a feverish pitch with his fingers. 

 Another soft sound left her throat, and he felt her blindly search for his face. “Kiss me.” she pleaded. An invitation if ever he’d heard one, and he snatched it, he lowered his mouth to hers. She made the sound again and spread her legs for him, and he didn’t hold back, as he ran his tongue over her lower lip, and then drew into his mouth to suck then caressed it again, as he glided his fingers over her. Into her.  She gasped his name, and he leaned over her, inhaling her scent, the soft feel of her, the way she panted into his ear, how her mouth clung to his as if maybe, just maybe, he was a lifeline for her. Her breathing had turned into a mantra of his name, and he increased the pressure of his fingers, and she cried out, a needy sound that went straight to his groin. She opened her eyes, glossed over and disoriented with desire.

 “Are you okay?” He asked, trying to hide the smile on his lips. He had caused that look and he was damn proud of it. 

 “Huh?” She responded, blinking a few times, licking her lips as if she was trying to concentrate. “Y-Yeah.” She stammered. 

 “Are you sure? Do you want me to stop?” He asked almost sarcastically. 

 That question got her attention quickly. She furrowed her eyebrows at him. “Only if you want to lose some limbs.” She threatened. 

 “You’re so bossy.” Sebastian mocked but was already trailing feather like kisses down her throat then the front of her chest. He shut his eyes when her fingers delved into his hair. At the same time he stopped his trail of kisses on her chest, sucking gently on the top of her cleavage.

 “I-I’m not bossy.” She protested unconvincingly. 

 “Oh baby, you are.” Sebastian argued as his tongue involuntarily licked her soft skin. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

 He lifted his head back up and found her face flushed, her mouth wet from his kisses and that wasn’t the only place she was wet. She was drenched for him and the knowledge brought a surge of pleasure so sharp he couldn’t contain his groan or keep his fingers from playing in her slippery heat. 

 “Please...” Camille whimpered into his mouth as she rocked her hips in tune with his fingers, urging him on. He wanted to learn her body. He wanted to know what made her cry out in ecstasy. Her hand quickly came down on top of his, holding him there as if afraid he would pull away and stop. 

 That wasn’t going to happen. Not when he had her almost at the edge. Instead he moved with her and increased the pressure and pace as she wanted. He swallowed the lump in his throat and glanced down to watch, nearly making him lose it. 

 Camille’s eyes were shut tightly again as her mouth opened and then gasped for air, her belly quivering as he moved his fingers on her, in her. He bend down and sucked hard on her collarbone as he stroked her. She went tense then burst. 

 “Fuck- you look so hot right now.” He blurted out, lifting his head, unable to keep his eyes off her as she exploded for him, on him, all over him. It was the sexiest, most erotic thing he had ever seen and he hadn’t even been touched.

 Her hips slowed and she released his hand. He was slow to take his hands off her and let them glide up and over her hip, over her ribs, feeling the goosebumps all over her skin before he withdrew, gently helping her slip the dress back over her shoulders. Sebastian didn’t want to let go of her just yet, he leaned into her and pressed his mouth to the side of her cheek, his chest pressed against hers. He could feel her heart racing deep within her chest, just like his. 

 “Holy shit- that was amazing.” She breathed out.  “You’re amazing.” he whispered into her ear.  Camille turned her face towards his. “I think I had some help.” she murmured, sweetly pressing her lips to his. “I need a moment to catch my breath.” She confessed with a light giggle. 

 “Mmkay.” Sebastian answered, nuzzling the side of her face with his nose. Not able to keep away from her. 

 After a few extra moments, Camille finally spoke up again. “I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm like that.” 

 “Want to try for another one?” Sebastian teased, kissing her.  

 “Oh?”

 “Yeah.” He answered without a second thought and grinning from ear to ear. 

 “Mmmm, I might have to take you up on that...” Camille responded with another sweet kiss.  

 Their kiss broke at the sound of a phone ringing. Once, twice, three times before it stopped completely.

 “What the-?”

 Camille’s eyes grew wide with recognition and she gasped. “My phone! I left it in here earlier!” Quickly tugging at her dress so it fit right again and tying it back up. She looked back up Sebastian with a disappointed face. “They’re probably looking for me. I should get back out there.” 

 Sebastian placed another lose strand of hair behind her ear. “Okay.” Then cupped her face, tugging it toward him for another one of her kisses. Their lips touched for the next few moments in sweet and small pecks. 

 Finally Camille was the one to pull away with a shy smile. “We should stop now or someone will find us naked in here.” She teased with a wink. 

 Sebastian smiled slyly and responded. “I mean, it is technically a dressing room.” 

  ****

“Can I get a picture of you and the bride?” 

 “Of course!” 

 Camille jumped slightly when she felt a light tap on her shoulders. She blinked out of her thoughts and found her younger sister standing behind her with a curious look on her face. “Hmm? What?” She asked stupidly. 

 “He wants to get a picture of us.” Natalie repeated, furrowing her eyebrows. 

 Clearing her throat, Camille set down the plate of fruit and smile widely, wrapping one arm around her sister’s shoulder as the photographer took a few pictures of them. “Oh! Yes of course.” 

 After he thanked them and walked away, Natalie turned to Camille. “Okay- what’s up with you?” She demanded. 

 “What are you talking about?” Picking the plate with fruit back up from the dessert buffet. Rehearsal dinner had just ended and so far things were going without a hitch. Especially since Staci had finally showed up, taking over for Camille, which she had been more than grateful for her to do.

 “You’ve been standing over here for a while now-“

 “I’m getting fruit for Tia Lupe. You know she can’t walk too well.” Camille explained. 

 “Noo, you were supposed to be getting fruit for her but you were taking so long she asked one of the waiters to bring it to her.” 

 By that time Camille had gone back to distributing more fruit on the plate and was half paying attention. A silly smile tugging on her lips.

 “Why are you smiling?!”

 Camille pursed her lips together to try and hide it, but it wouldn’t go away. So she bit down on her lower lip instead, but it seemed she didn’t have control of her face at the moment. She quickly bend her head down and reached for a piece of strawberry to try and keep her mouth busy.  

 She couldn’t help it damn it! Every time she thought about the events from earlier, she would get a burst of butterflies in her stomach and a throbbing feeling between her thighs. 

 Sebastian had given her an orgasm. A hell of an orgasm. One that had not been inspected, but had felt amazing. It wasn’t like she didn’t try and take care of her sexual needs in other ways, but nothing could top a human touch. And Sebastian’s touch had been just what her body needed apparently. Plus, the fact that it had been over a year since she had sex it had made the moment more intense for her. 

 She had left the room before he had, legs feeling like jello as she had walked, but feeling completely and utterly satisfied. With whatever strength she had, she managed to continue getting things ready for the rehearsal dinner. No one being the wiser that she had disappeared for a little bit.  

 “Seriously! What’s going on with you?” Natalie asked at the same time grabbing Camille’s elbow, leading them to an empty table. Camille plopped unto one of the chairs, Natalie following. “Are you drunk?” Her younger sister hissed. 

 Camille jerked her head up to glare. “No!” She exclaimed, placing the small plate on the table.

 “High?” 

 She jaw dropped open at the accusations. “No! Estas loca?!” 

 Natalie leaned back against the chair with a shrug. “I just had to ask.” Then folded her arms across her chest, a cautious look in her eyes. “I figured you weren’t though.” She stated with a satisfied smirk on her features. “Now tell me what the hell is going on!” 

 “I can’t believe you would accuse me of being high on your wedding day!” Camille mumbled as she folded her arms in front of her. 

 “Well... I mean I wouldn’t judge if you were...” Natalie trailed off. “I would just be upset that you didn’t offer me any.” Camille rolled her eyes. “It has been a hectic day.” 

 Camille’s mouth twitched, not bothering to argue. It had been a pretty stressful day- until Sebastian had shown up anyway. She licked her lips before biting on the lower one, trying again to keep from grinning like a damn teenager when her mind began to wonder back to their intimate moment from a few hours ago.  

 Fuck. The way he had kissed and took control made her insides flutter. She couldn’t stop her brain from replaying the moments over and over. It had been the hottest thing she has ever done. She wasn’t a prude when it came to sex. But she usually kept that for the bedroom...not out in public. She hadn’t been able to control herself or her hormones because she found herself not just wanting him but needing him. It had almost felt like an outer body experience. That was the best way to explain it.  

 “Mira, you either tell me or I’m going to go get Tia Yolanda.” Natalie threaten. “She’s already asked me twice if I knew why you’ve been so distracted the last few hours.”

 “Maybe because I’ve been trying to help prepare for this dinner.” She reminded, hoping that answer would suffice. 

 It was Natalie’s turn to roll her eyes. “Please.” She started, crossing one leg over the other. “That’s such a bullshit answer. Although- it is the one I gave her.” She quirked an eyebrow. “She was also asking about el muchacho...” 

 Camille sighed. “What did you say?” She knew it was coming. The questions about Sebastian and who exactly was he to her. And as annoying as it was- she would rather answer Sebastian questions than David ones any day.

 “Nothing. I just said he was a friend. She was like: de verdad? Esta guapo.” A sly smile on her face. 

 At that comment, Camille felt a small smile tug back on her lips. He was cute. Her Tia was right about that. Not just cute, but sexy. Never in her life had she described anyone in that way.  

 “Oh my god....!” Camille glanced back at Natalie. Her younger sister was looking back at her wide-eyed. “You guys did it!” 

 “Did what?” 

 “You and Sebastian!” Natalie whispered quickly.  

 “W-What?!” 

 “You didn’t?” Natalie asked with a disappointed look. 

 Camille let out an annoyed sigh at Natalie’s interrogation. “No, no we didn’t! We’ve barely had a chance to talk-.” 

 Natalie interrupted her. “You mean- you guys haven’t kissed again?”

 Pressing her lips together, Camille looked anywhere but at her sister. She wasn’t going to lie to her.

 Natalie snickered. “Ha! I knew it!” Reaching out for a piece of fruit to shove into her mouth.

 Camille jolted her eyes back to Natalie and tried to glare, but a goofy smile played on her lips. Ugh! She really couldn’t control it. “Fine…we…might have done some…kissing…” she admitted with a nonchalant shrug. “A lot of kissing.” She couldn’t help but mumble.

 Natalie’s beamed, clapping her hands excitedly in front of her. “Que mas?”

 “Nada mas!” Camille answered back in Spanish. But knew her sister would see right through her. She was right, Natalie was giving her a knowing scowl. Letting out an exasperated sound, Camille bit down on her lower lip apprehensively. Natalie was her sister, she wouldn’t judge, but this was also her wedding weekend and she didn’t want to take that away from her.

 “Camille!”

 “Okay, okay!” Camille exclaimed. “You know the drought I’ve been in the past year? Let’s just say- it officially ended today….” She gasped in surprise and almost fell out of her chair when Natalie wrapped her arms around her and squealed in delight. “Nat!” Camille cried with a short giggle and gripped unto her sister’s arm for leverage. “Why are you more excited about this than I am?”

 Natalie let go and fully sat back down but still bounced in the chair. “Because you deserve something good in your life!” She said with a huge grin. “And Sebastian is a good guy. He cares and takes care of you and-.”

 “Whoa-whoa. Slow down.” Camille said with a nervous laugh. “We haven’t decided on anything and you’re already making assumptions about something I don’t even know if I want.” And that was the truth. “Like I said-we haven’t even had the chance to talk-“

 “Then go talk to him!” Natalie demanded eagerly.

 Camille gave her a weird look. “I can’t right now.”

 “Why not?”

 She looked at her sister as if she had a third eye. “Because we’re here celebrating your wedding-.”

 Natalie waved a dismissive hand. “Dinner is over. Everyone is just now hanging out, relaxing before we all go to our separate rooms.” 

 That was true. The benefit of having a wedding at a hotel was the fact that people had to leisure to come and go, especially since most of the guest were staying there. Natalie and Samantha has gone through a lot of scenarios/ideas of the type of wedding they wanted. Finally deciding on a wedding in the mountains and ocean. They had picked Big Sur, California. They wanted a weekend celebration with those they love. It felt intimate enough, but also allowed for people to enjoy their surroundings.

 “You’ve done your big sister speech and made sure everything was perfect for me and Sam.” She added with a warm smile. Camille opened her mouth to protest, but Natalie stopped her. “Look-you’re leaving here soon- don’t you think you deserve to know what could be between you two?” 

 Camille opened her mouth again, but shut it. Not having an answer. After a few moments of silence, she spoke up. “What about Tia Yolanda?” 

 Because if there was one thing Camille knew, was her aunt kept tabs on everything and everyone.  

 Natalie creased her eyebrows in concentration. Camille could see the wheels turning in her head. “You leave her to me.” Standing up. “You were able to keep her away from staff most of the day, I think I can I can manage.” She added with a wink.  

 Camille followed her lead and stood up. Her heart beating a bit quicker. “Are you sure?” She tried to stall.  

 “Yes. I’m sure. Cam- you deserve some happiness too. I know these past six months have sucked.”

 “I know. You’re right.” She murmured with a light sigh. “But I don’t even know what I want.” She confessed. Reality settling in the pit of her stomach. She was leaving for 10 months. She didn’t think she was ready for another relationship. She shook her head. She was getting ahead of herself. 

 “Then go find out. And in the process maybe have a few good orgasms.” Natalie teased. 

 Camille rolled her eyes at her sister’s lame joke. “Shut up.” 

 Giggling, Natalie nodded toward the bar. “Go.” She ordered sternly. 

 She looked over her shoulder and found Sebastian standing at the bar. His back to her. She shut her eyes for a split moment then turned back to her sister. “I can’t believe you’re encouraging this on your wedding weekend.” 

 “Hey- I shouldn’t be the only one having sex this weekend.” 

 Camille shook her head but laughed. “I’m not going to have sex-.” 

 “Okay, Okay, fine. I’m not saying you have to sleep with him. But you should go talk to him.” Then pointed a scolding finger. “But- don’t get too crazy. We still have the wedding tomorrow.” 

 Camille wrinkled her nose, without another thought or word, she turned on her heels and walked toward him. Her hands clammy all of a sudden. Once she was behind him, she came to a halt and sucked in a large breath. She took another long stride and stood next to him at the bar. She nudged his shoulder with her own. 

 Sebastian quickly turned his head in her direction, a warm smile tugging on his lips when he recognized her. “Hey.” He responded, nudging her back.  

 Camille felt a jolt of electricity run through her body at the light touch.

 Since Sebastian was her plus one. He had sat at the table with her. Though they had sat together for dinner, the opportunity to talk was limited with other people there. The most they could do was share small smiles and light touches here and there. Whether it was passing each silverware, salt, pepper etc., their fingers, hands touched and it would linger longer than it should. The light touches were meant to look accidental but they were both acutely aware of what they were doing.

 “They finally drive you away from the table?” She teased gently. 

 “Hmm?” He said with a raised eyebrow and a slow lick of his bottom lip. 

 Camille knew he didn’t do it on purpose. She knew it was a nervous habit at times. But damn, did it cause a reaction to her body. “My family.” 

 His eyes widen. “Oh no!” Shaking his head. “I needed another drink.” Showing her his glass. “I’m not one to pass up an open bar.” Camille only nodded as he took a sip from it. “Feeling better now that’s over?” He asked with a knowing smirk. 

 “Yes.” She responded, her eyes searching for the bartender. He was at the other end, pouring drinks for guest. “We still have tomorrow.” She reminded. 

 “Yeah.” She heard Sebastian say. 

 She looked back at him and found him gazing back at her with those sapphire eyes, his jaw set, but Camille caught the clinch. She felt the air leave her lungs. They locked eyes for the next few moments, neither one saying a word. The noise from the guests surrounding them.  Swallowing the huge lump in her throat, she reached and brushed her hand over his arm. “C’mon.” She heard herself say.

 Sebastian blinked in surprise. “W-What?” 

 Taking his hand, Camille nodded slightly toward the exit door a few feet away. “Follow me.” 

 “Are you sure?” He asked in a skeptical tone.    

 “Yeah, I’m sure.” Tugging at his hand, at the same her eyes landed on the unopened bottle of champagne on the other side of the bar. Biting lightly on her bottom lip, she pushed herself on her toes and swiftly grabbed the bottle. “Grab those two clean glasses next to you.” She ordered with a small giggle.  

 Sebastian eyes danced with mischief when he realized what they were about to do. Quickly he reached for them. Once they were securely in his hand, Camille pulled them toward the exit. 

 As quietly and briskly as possible they walked out and into the huge backyard that was the Pacific Ocean on one side and mountains on the other. The sun had gone down, but the lights from the hotel illuminated just enough of the walkway for them to walk down the steps. Camille could hear the waves crashing, even though they were technically on top of a cliff.

 She was never going to get over how beautiful Big Sur truly was. 

 The further they got away from the hotel, the darker the walkway got until they reached the end of the cliff which was safely enclosed by stones you could sit on and a huge fire pit the middle, that was lit at the moment. Letting go of his hand, Camille walked ahead of him and sat down in front of the fire. A small shiver running through her when her body finally reacted to the cold breeze. She sat the bottle of champagne next to her at the same time Sebastian sat down.

 “How is it that I’ve never been here before?” Sebastian mused. Camille squinted her forehead. He continued. “Just…my dad lives up north and I didn’t know this place was here.”

 “It is pretty secluded.” She answered and leaned the top half of her body closer to the fire pit to warm up.

 “Where’s your coat?” Sebastian asked, putting down the glasses to shake off his sport jacket and put over her shoulders.

 “In my room?” she mumbled with a sheepish smile. “Thanks.” she added, sliding her arms into the sleeves of the jacket. He only frowned. “In my defense, I didn’t know I was going to come out here.”

 “Hmm.” Was his only response at the same time she involuntarily leaned into him, and settled one side of her face on his shoulder. He pressed a light kiss to the top of her head, but didn’t say another word.

 Camille shut her eyes, appreciating the comfortable silence between them. A part of her had been afraid that if they every crossed the line, it would make things awkward. Yet, it didn’t feel that way.

 “Everything okay with Natalie?”

 “Yeah, why?”

 “I just saw you talking to her earlier and I wasn’t sure if something was wrong…” trailing off.

 Lifting her head back up, she met his stare. “Everything is fine. We…were actually talking about you…” she said without thinking.

 Sebastian raised an eyebrow in surprise. “About me?” he repeated.

 “Hmm, yeah. About how I needed to find you so we could talk.” She said slowly, watching his reaction at her words.

 That time he raised both eyebrows. “You told her…? I mean of course you told her-she’s your sister.” He reasoned with himself. Then swayed a bit to give her a small nudge, a sly smirk on his features. “You told her everything?”

 “NO!” she cried out. “I mean not in detail-.” She stopped and tried to gather her thoughts. After a few moments, she spoke again. “I’m leaving in a few days Seb…”

 “I know dragoste.”

 She sighed. “And what happened was…wonderful.” She finished, unable to hide the smile on her face as she got flashes of what they had done. “But I mean I’m still leaving for this job…and I don’t know how you feel about it…” she said lamely.  

 Sebastian leaned his face closer to her, pressing his forehead to hers. “Well…” letting his tongue snake out to wet his lips. “I know I like kissing you.” He confessed. “A lot.”  

 She grinned like a fool at his words. “I like kissing you too…”

 “Yeah I kind of figured that out.” He teased, giving her a genuine smile. “So why don’t we just kiss some more before you have to leave for this amazing job?” he suggested, cupping her face with both hands.

 Her heart jumped, not just at the chance of getting to kiss him again, but at the recognition that he was as supportive in what she loved to do, just like her family was. She looked up at him through her lashes. “So…what you’re saying is…we should probably continue doing more if it…right now?” she asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

 “I would say…yes.” He answered without hesitation and a shy smile.

 “Hmm...” Tilting her head just enough for her lips to brush against his softly. The butterflies from earlier setting back in to the pit of her stomach as she closed her eyes.

 Sebastian tugged her face closer and opened his mouth over hers, almost as if unable to resist the urge to taste her. She shivered at the first lick his tongue did. Her mouth opened slowly, her hand buried in his hair, tugging him for a deeper kiss. She had feeling this was never going to get old, kissing him. Their mouths continued to invade each other for the next few minutes. Small sighs and whimpers lingering in the air with every kiss they shared.

 Camille wasn’t sure how long they had been sitting there before Sebastian broke their embrace and pressed light kisses to the side of her mouth. “Just so you know,” he said hoarsely. “There’s no pressure here. I would never want to jeopardize your career.”

 She let out a shaky breath. “O-ookay.” But her mind was only focused on his mouth now. She pressed one hand on his cheek. “I need you to kiss me.” A light shiver running all the way down and in between her thighs when he outline her bottom lip with his thumb. Her mouth reached out and nipped it. Her whole body feeling like it was on fire. She let her hand trail down the front of his chest as he leaned back in to press a hard kiss. His tongue assaulting hers again.

 They continued to kiss, his hands coming up to grip the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He trailed his mouth down her jaw, neck, sucking lightly on her skin. Camille squirmed in her spot, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her skin again. Just like earlier.

 “Sebastian…” she whimpered, breaking from his mouth.

 He cleared his throat, opened his eyes and stroked her bottom lip again. His thumb had already made its way into her mouth. Camille took the opportunity to give it a gentle suck between her lips. He grunted at the action. “Fuck. Are you trying to kill me?”

 Camille grinned despite herself. “Only a little.” Sticking her tongue back out to lick his thumb again. She swallowed slowly when his blue eyes darken. She needed for him to take her again. Just like in the dressing room. The smile from earlier disappeared as she took his mouth back on hers, kissing him eagerly and desperately, trying to convey what she needed through the kiss. “My room is only on the other side…” her voice laced with need.

 At those words, he broke from her again and searched her face intensely. “Camille, I wasn’t trying to-“

She interjected by giving his bottom lip a soft nip. “I know that.” Smiling reassuringly at him before pressing her lips to his for another hot kiss. “It’s more comfortable than being out here and less likely to be caught by prying eyes.” She said after a few moments. “And I’m not going lie-I rather be in my room when you get touch me again…”

 Sebastian lolled his head to one side at her words and mumbled something in Romanian.

 “What did you just say?” She asked as innocently as possible. 

 His beautiful chiseled jaw twitched, the lustful look in his eyes obvious. Acting as if she didn’t notice his reaction, she grazed her fingernails up and down the front of his chest. He cleared his throat and writhe on the spot. She gasped in surprise when he gripped her wrist and brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing each fingertip tenderly. 

 “Is that a yes?” She breathed. Her heart feeling like it was going to jump out of her chest. 

 “A yes?” Sebastian mumbled.  

 “About going to my room?” Camille questioned, starting to feel a bit anxious about suggesting the idea. What if he didn’t want to? Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. What if it truly ruined everything?  

 He pressed a sweet kiss to her temple. “I’ll do whatever you want. As long as you’re comfortable. I’ll follow your lead baby.” 

 Camille sighed in contentment. His words, easing her nerves and calming her. Lifting her head, she brushed her lips against his for a few more minutes. She broke the kiss and stood up. Grasping the champagne bottle in one hand, she felt her confidence building and reached for his hand. “C’mon.” She heard herself whisper, tangled her fingers with his and lead them toward her hotel room.  

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[harry-saopaolo]

Red Ribbon

Harry surprises Y/N by telling her how he feels but Y/N has a surprise of her own.

“My mum said if someone is sad just give ‘em a cupcake and all will be better”

That day was Harry’s first day in school and he was alone. It’s not that he didn’t want to have friends but he just didn’t know how make friends. Every third grader was at the playground having someone to chat with, play tag with while he sat on the swing having no one to push him.

But that’s when she came. The first thing he saw was her red ribbon shoes. It had a cute little bow on it. Then he saw the yellow dress, suddenly his day was a little brighter and things weren’t as dull as before he saw her. He looked higher to look at the owner of the shoes and there she was, hair adorned with yet another red ribbon. She smiled sweetly and handed him what seemed to be a Vanilla cupcake. Her mom sure was right, cause whether it was because of the cupcake or her, his day surely was better.

That was also the day he was sure he wanted to be friends with her forever.

“Wait, so you tell me, you’d rather finish a jar of mayo every month for the rest of your life than drink soda from your shoe once? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

They were taking a study break cause their heads were already hurting from trying to understand trigonometry so Y/N proposed a little game of ‘Would you rather...’ and she was getting frustrated by his answers by the minute.

“You’ve seen my running shoes, love. It ain’t pretty” He says before popping a handful of Skittles into his mouth.

“Oi, you’re eating all m’orange ones you knob!”

“Why don’t you get ‘em from me?” He mocks as he opens mouth.

“Eww, so I’d get slutty germs from when you kissed Jen last night? No thanks. I’d love to be as HIV free as much as possible, If you mind” 

“Love, you’re just saying that cause you hate her guts”

True.

She hates Jen with every fiber of her being. Ever since high school came around, she suddenly became interested in Harry. She would do things to get on Y/N’s nerves like act sick in front of Harry so he could take her to the infirmary, leaving Y/N all alone and act so sweet and innocent when he’s around. Jen would even give Y/N backhanded compliments like ‘’Ooh I love how old your skirt looks!” or “When other people wear too much makeup, it doesn’t look right but you pull it off just right!”. Her blood boils just by thinking about her.

“Don’t get all worked up now, love. Broke it off with her last night. Nothin’ to get your panties in a twist.” She can’t help but be surprised. Sure she hated her guts but if she made her best friend then she’d just keep her feelings at bay.

“What?! And you didn’t think it was worth telling me?”

“I’m telling you now aren’t I!”

“You know what I mean!” She had to stop to calm herself. “ Why? What did that bitch do? Tell me bub” He loved her pet name for him. It was the right amount of playful and sweet. She lets it slip every once in a while, knowing how much Harry loves and finds comfort in it.

“Nothin! jus’ wouldn’t stop yappin’ her mouth. Would’ve been better if she used it for something else better than talking, right love?” 

“Alright, I’m out that’s fucking gross” 

“Yeah yeah, act all concerned and whatnot but deep inside you’re happy I finally got rid of her” He always saw right through her.

“No, I’m not” Although saying that, She can’t help but smile.

That’s when he knew he’d do anything to make her smile.

“ Can’t believe I gave myself to him only to find out what a fuckin’ dickhead he is”

Harry came as soon as he heard her voicemail which was basically Y/N sniffling and mumbling incoherent words. He was lucky enough to make out the words “Come ‘ere. I need you, bub.” with that he bolted out of his apartment to hers. Now they were cuddled up on her bed, sharing a bowl of ice cream. A variety of things were laid on her bed, there were torn up pictures of her now ex-boyfriend, balled-up tissues and the necklace that was given to her by Brad. To her defense, she did try to break it but after the red marks it left on her palm and it still being unscathed, she gave up and just tossed it on the bed. Friends was softly playing in the background, the episode where Chandler lost the gold bracelet Joey got him was now forgotten.

“He wasn’t even good! Fucking sloppy as ever. Brad. What kind of name is that anyway? Straight out of a fuckin’ porno” 

Harry didn’t say anything. Letting her vent out all of her anger and pain, Knowing she always loved to hear his words of advice after letting everything out first.

“You know what? This is what I get for rushing into this! Don’t even know if I love him but I couldn’t even keep my legs closed. Maybe I was the bad one eh? That’s why he ran off to the blondie from Chem! Yeah, that is definitely it” By now her tears has dried up on her cheeks and there weren’t any new ones threatening to fall. She was past getting mad, she’s just sad.”Things always end up like this you know? M’never good enough, bub.”

“That’s bull Y/N, and you know it. They don’t know the fuck they lost, givin’ up a gem like you. M’not saying this just because I’m your best friend but never have I met anyone as perfect as you, you know?” She couldn’t help but let a few tears escape “ One day, you’re gonna meet ‘em and he’s gonna be great, just like what you deserve and you’ll forget about someone as petty as Brad. Never doubt yourself, love. Who else is gonna cheer me up and keep me at my toes if you keep on bringing yourself down?”

She hugs him tighter, finding serenity between his arms. She can’t help but place a quick kiss on his cheek. “ You’ll always be my guy, right bub?”

For some reason, his heart skipped a beat.

“You know it, love”

That’s the day he realized he never wanted to see her crying again.

“We’re gonna rule the world, You and I.”

“Yeah is that right? How so?” They went out for a picnic in the nearby park. Harry was going over his manuscripts as Y/N’s head rested on his thighs while she was trying to understand the medical terms that are starting to look gibberish.

“We might be pullin’ our hairs out now but soon you’re gonna be the best and most handsome author of our generation, selling millions of copies and all that. Whereas I will be the most daring surgeon of our time! I’ll be able to save lives and check out cute interns too” She says as if she made the greatest discovery of their lives.

“You do know Grey’s Anatomy is just a show right? like you don’t actually always have sex with other doctors and have screaming matches in halls”

“Bugger off, will you? But I’m serious though. We haven’t done much but I’m already proud of us, proud of you. My little writer. Be sure to dedicate a book or two to me will you?” 

“I’d dedicate all of ‘em to you if you like, that’s the least I could do for my great little surgeon.” She can’t help but laugh at his offer before it was replaced with a serious expression.

“You know I love you right? Harry, you may as well be the person I want to be the most proud of me”

“And I you”

That’s the moment he realized he loves her.

--Present--

He wanted to tell her he loved her. She was the light of his life in his moments of darkness. How can someone feel so right, feel as perfect as a puzzle piece, be in the arms of a man that is not him?

Then he’s stuck. Harry’s currently working on his third novel and for the nth time, he’s been spewing out great ideas but can’t seem to fit them together. Now 28, he can’t help but feel unaccomplished despite his success in his career. What was missing? 

He was a risk-taker when it comes to developing his fictional characters and was daring enough to tackle multiple controversial issues in his novels but never seem to get the courage to tell her how he really felt.

Y/N.

His Y/N.

His Y/N with Dexter.

They’ve been together for a little more than a year now as Harry still remained a bachelor. By now he’s not quite sure if he was waiting for the right girl or waiting for her. and her only.

Something about today lit a fire inside of him. Maybe it’s because of the pent up frustration of having yet another writer’s block or the fact that he’s so sick of waiting for destiny to do its thing than actually making something happen. Next thing he knows, he was already dialing her number.

“Hey, bub! you caught me at a great time! What’s up?” I love you.

“Can we meet somewhere or something? Really need to talk to you ‘bout something”

“Really? I have something to tell you too! Why don’t we meet at the ol’ cafe down the street in twenty?” I love you.

“Sure sure, see you love.”

“Can’t wait!” I love you and I can’t wait to tell you I do.

---

He was already there by ten and it’s safe to say he was nervous. This is gonna be years and years of friendship at risk but he knows he won’t be able to sleep at night knowing he should’ve at least tried.

“You certainly got ‘ere early” There she was, wearing the dotted pink sundress he adored. She had her hair up and looked radiant as ever. He’s in it deep.

“Have some news for you, couldn’t wait” Cause if he did he might shit his pants, he thought.

“Good or bad? I have news too!”

“ Depends on how you’ll take it. If it’s okay can I go first?” 

“Sure, go on bub.” Just the comfort he needed.

He took a deep breath, knowing what he was about to say could make or break him.

“We’ve been the best of friends all these years and I think I know why. It’s because we just get each other you know? and we always got each other’s back no matter what. Like the very first day we met, up to now, you never left my side and I never left yours. Everything did start because of a damn cupcake but that’s not the point.” She can’t help but laugh at his flustered state.

“But as we grew older, the more and more was I enthralled by you. By how you never forget to take care of me and how you never let anyone step on you. and as deep as my admiration goes, Y/N I fell for you” She stopped smiling. The shock was evident on her face. But he had to continue.

“ It took me a while to realize and even longer to tell you but I love you, I really do. I know it’s a shitty thing to do knowing that Dexter’s in the picture and all but I was there for everything. For your first heartbreak to your first ever patient. I was there at your best and worst. He’s a great guy, I know. It may even be too late but I can’t help but feel like we were meant to be, that you were meant for me.”

“So if you can find it in your heart, feel every beat of it and know that somehow for some unexplainable reason, what I am saying is making sense. Y/N choose me, love me. Be with me cause for as long as I remember, that’s all I really wanted” He could finally breathe. He said everything his coward of a heart couldn’t before.

“Harry I-” He didn’t like the sound of her voice, if this was rejection, he never wants to hear it. So he interrupted.

“Before you make a decision or anything, tell me your news first, love.” Sure, that will buy him some time.

Y/N does this thing when she’s nervous. Either she’d play with the ends of her braid or grips then releases her hold on the cup of her chosen beverage. That’s exactly what she’s doing to her cup of steaming hot tea.

And that’s when he saw it and his world stopped. He was suddenly holding his breath as the light caught on to something on her hand.

“Harry, I’m engaged.” 

Author’s Note: This was an idea I’ve been playing around with. Tell me what you think! All the love xx.

p.s. that choose me love me scene may have been inspired by grey’s anatomy, don’t hate. xx

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Little Girl Lost

This was written for the BTZ Break the Zone Buddy Challenge by Ang (@Atc74) & Jen (@Winchesterprincessbride)

Characters: Claire Novak, Jody Mills, Donna Hanscum, Alex Jones, Patience Turner, Jimmy Novak, Amelia Novak, Henry, Sam and Dean Winchester (mentioned)

CLAIRE

“Dean, it’s Claire. I am tracking something, but I’m not sure what it is yet. I am in Bird Island, Minnesota, and so far, four bodies have turned up, completely drained of blood in the past two weeks.  Can you call me back, please? I think I might need your help,”  I hung up the phone and threw it on the bed in annoyance.  This wasn’t the first message I had left, either.

I disconnected the call and dialed Sam. He didn’t answer either. I decided to skip his voicemail.   It wasn’t like Dean not to call me back.  No matter how pissed off he was at me, he always returned my calls.

I was sitting in my dingy motel room, cold takeout congealing on the table next to me.  I had to figure out what I was dealing with here.  People’s lives were at stake. The most likely explanation was a vamp, but since when does a vamp completely drain their victim dry?

There was probably a nest somewhere feeding on their victims before dumping their bodies or turning them. I pulled up another map of the town, looking for buildings that would be ideal for vamp-making factories. There were a couple of promising sites, so I marked the GPS coordinates on my phone. I had learned enough not to go in blind or at night, so I’ll just have to wait until morning. Might as well test out that fake ID and hit the local bar, see if I can get any dirt from the locals.

I hadn’t been able to make any headway with the Sheriff’s office anyway. It’s like no one gave a shit that four people were missing and two had already turned up dead. I get it, it’s not like many people noticed whenever I took off, but these were people with families and jobs. And Deputy Dawg just couldn’t be bothered.  What else was new?

I grabbed my duffle, rifling through it for something suitable to wear to the bar. The black form-fitting tee, paired with the distressed jeans I was already wearing would be perfect. I touched up my hair, pulling one side back in a loose braid and added a little gloss to my lips. Shrugging on my leather jacket, I took one last look in the broken mirror. I looked damn good if I did say so myself. I locked the door behind me and made the short walk to the dive bar.

As soon as I walked in, I was assaulted by the stench of body odor, stale beer, and cigarettes. I did my best to disguise the overwhelming urge to puke. I strolled up to the bar, eyed the relatively attractive bartender and ordered a beer, sliding my fake I.D. over to him.  He barely glanced at it.   The bar was pretty dead, but it was still early, barely past eight.

The bartender returned with my beer. I passed him a twenty and when he handed me the change, his fingers brushed against mine and I jerked my hand away at the shock of it, like static electricity when you drag your feet across the carpet. He mumbled an apology and turned to wait for another patron. I moved to the corner of the bar where I could see the front door and the hall leading to the bathrooms. I pulled out my phone and tried Dean again.

“Dean, I don’t know what the hell is going on or what I did to piss you off, but…Listen, just-just call me back, okay? And if you’re mad at me, the least you could tell me what I did. I have left you three messages and you’re ignoring me.  You always said you would be there for me and y-you’re not,” I shook off the uneasy feeling I had and ended the call. Well wasn’t that just great; Dean was one of the few people I knew I could count on for anything and he just turned his back on me.

I sighed heavily before dialing again. This was not the call I wanted to make, but with the Winchesters dodging me, I had no choice. I needed a hand in this case. She picked up on the third ring.

“Hey, Claire-Bear!” her voice was cheery, always so cheery, unless she was chewing my ass.

“Hey, Jody. I-I need another hunter’s take on this case. Remember the one with the missing people, bodies turning up drained that I told you about?” I kept my voice down, not wanting to draw the attention of the other customers or the bartender.

“Yeah, thought it was vamps, right?” she recalled.

“That is what I originally thought, but now, I-I don’t know. Things just don’t fit,” I admitted to her.

“Well, isn’t that just great? Big bad hunter Claire thought she knew what she was doing. Again. What am I going to do with you?” I heard the sarcasm, her voice dripping with it.

“Jody, I asked your opinion on this before I left the house and you agreed with me. How can you say that?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Well, did you ever think I agreed with you just to get you out of the house? Patience, honey, I am so glad you are here. You can just take your things up to the first room on the left, okay? “Claire, when are you going to get your act together?”

“First room on the left? That is my room! Who is Patience? Are you letting a stranger sleep in my bed?” I was irate now.

“It’s not like you’re going to last long at the rate you’re going, and she needs my help. At least she wants to be here,” tears filled my eyes at the sting of Jody’s words.

“You’re always right, aren’t you? I guess I won’t be seeing you around,” I slammed my phone down, not even disconnecting the call, I was that angry.  I don’t know why I’m surprised,  everyone I care about gives up on me eventually.  First Dad, then Mom, even Gran. Castiel tried to pretend he cared, but it was just an act.  Hell, even Dean and Sam couldn’t wait to ditch me.

Clearly, there was nothing waiting at home for me anymore, so I finished my beer, left a generous tip for the hottie behind the bar and made for the restroom. I was feeling sick and wasn’t going to make it back to my room. I didn’t bother locking the door once I got in there.

My stomach spasmed and emptied itself as soon as I bent over the broken commode. Tears flooded my vision as I heaved until my stomach was empty.  I quickly splashed some water on my face and rinsed my mouth. I took several deep breaths, trying to collect myself before I walked back out.

I pulled on the door handle, but it swung too easy. The force knocked the wind out of me as I stumbled back. My vision started to darken around the edges. I could make out the face of the bartender and I swore I heard Jody’s voice screaming my name as everything went black.

I woke with a start, in a bed covered with stuffed animals.   I looked around at the mountain of pink surrounding me.  This isn’t right, I thought to myself. I don’t remember falling asleep, especially not here.  This room used to be my refuge, but now it was the stuff of my nightmares.  I haven’t seen this much pink in at least five years. The last thing I remember is calling Jody from the bar. She was downright nasty and it reminded me that I was better off on my own. I am not sure how I got here, but I knew something was very wrong.  Was I dead?

I slipped from the bed and stood in front of the mirror still hanging on the back of the door.  I looked the same, mostly. My hair was the same, but the makeup I generally forgot to remove was gone from my eyes. Not a single remnant of the smoky black liner I preferred remained.  I readied myself, not sure what lay beyond the door.

I reached for the knob and turned it slowly, easing the door open without making a sound. I slipped out into the hall and made my way down the stairs cautiously. I had no weapons and was practically defenseless against any monster I came across. I froze in surprise when a peal of laughter rang through the lower level. I knew that laugh; it was my mom.

I continued toward the sounds on shaky legs and froze at the sight in front of me. “Mom? Dad?”

“Good morning Claire-Bear! How did you sleep, honey?” my mother asked her face as fresh and beautiful as I remembered, not the shell of the woman she was the last time I saw her, right before she died in my arms.

“What is going on here?” I snapped.

‘We are just making some breakfast. Hurry up and eat so you can get dressed. It’s your first day of college; you don’t want to be late!” my dad chortled. Or was it Castiel? He looked and sounded just like Jimmy before Castiel took him as a vessel and destroyed my family.

“Um, yeah. Okay,” I sat down at the table, pouring a glass of juice. I looked around the room and took in my surroundings, making note of escape routes. If this is the house I grew up in, I knew where my mother kept the silver. Hopefully, I could find a knife to use; silver hurts most monsters. I ate a piece of toast covered in cinnamon and sugar, just like she used to make me when I was little.  It tasted the same.

My bag, at least I think it was my bag, was sitting in the chair next to me. I opened it and glanced through the contents; a new calculator, pens, pencils, highlighters and composition notebooks. Economics and math textbooks rounded out the supplies. Okay, seriously. What the hell was going on?

I finished breakfast and ran back upstairs to my room. Was it really my room? I didn’t have time to worry about that. I quickly threw on whatever clothes I could find and brushed my hair. I rushed back downstairs and said goodbye to my parents.

“Have a good first day, Claire-Bear!” my mother called out.

“Knock ‘em dead, honey!” Dad added.  “Don’t forget your keys!”

“Yep, thanks!” I respond, not able to get out of that house fast enough. If this was my hometown, I knew where everything was. I walked to the cute little car in the driveway, instinctively knowing it was mine. I drove down the street toward the college, enjoying the sun shining down on my face.

I entered the University campus and made my way straight to the library. I wasn’t sure how I knew where that was, but soon I was standing in the middle of it, books on every side. I spotted a row of computers and sat down.  Apparently, Google didn’t exist here,  so I searched for any lore books they might have. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, except fiction.  It looked like wherever the hell I was, I was on my own.  

I was trying to figure out my next move because I had no intention of sitting through any stupid classes.   I was on my way back to the car when I spotted her walking down the hall in front of me.  Alex!  I took off running.

“Alex! What the hell is going on? How are you here? Where’s Jody?” I demanded, coming to a stop in front of her.

“Are you talking to me?”  She asked.  “Do I know you?”

“Knock it off, Alex! This isn’t funny!” I snapped.

“I think you have me mistaken for someone else. My name is Annie. I don’t know any Jody, and I’ve never seen you before in my life.” She rolled her eyes at her friend, giving me a tight smile.

“Annie, come on we’re going to be late,” her friend coaxed, tugging on her arm.

“Let’s go, Patience,” Not-Alex replied then turned and started to walk away.

“Wait….Patience? You’re Patience? You stole my room! You had no right!” I was screaming at the pair of girls now, drawing the attention of everyone that was in earshot.

“Whatever, Loser.”  This Patience was everything I wasn’t.  Pretty, put-together, confident.  I see why Jody liked her. She looked like she was probably the class president AND a straight-A student AND volunteered with the homeless in her spare time.  I hated her on sight.  

The guy that was with them was handsome in a captain-of-the-football-team kind of way.  Guys like him never gave me the time of day.  I was too strange, too weird, too much of a loner.  He looked me up and down, giving me an appraising smirk that creeped me out.

“Why don’t you go back to whatever rock you crawled out from under?” He put his arm around Annie/Alex, and both girls gave me those smug, superior smiles I had seen many times before and they all sauntered away.

As I stared at their retreating backs, my feet frozen to the spot, the wrongness of everything hit me like a splash of ice-cold water and I gasped.  I stiffened as I saw several things in my head: the guy’s name was Henry, and I pictured him with razor-sharp fangs about to bite Alex while Jody and I were tied up.  Then I saw myself slice his head off with a sword in one swipe while Sam and Dean stood watching.

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RFA + Saeran forget MC: part 4

Okay, here is the final part to the angsty ask! We will be back to regular headcanons after today, just so you guys know. Here is Saeran, I hope you enjoy!

Part one (Yoosung and Zen): here! Part two (Jaehee and Jumin) : here Part three (Saeyoung): here! Part four (Saeran): x

TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of drug overdose, drug abuse, name calling

Saeran

“MC, I love you.”

“I love you too, but what’s up with the cuteness all the sudden?” You asked as he quickly wrapped his arms around you and held you tight to his chest as if it was his last time holding you. “I just want you to know how much I cherish you. You… gosh, I’m no good with this. Uh… you really helped me through so much, with recovery and getting over all of my issues. I still have a lot of them, but you make it easier for me to deal with them. I don’t know what I would have done without you, MC, I just want you to know that.” You had a blush on your face. He had never hit you with such heartfelt words; he usually was more into the indirect displays of affection. Not that you minded this all the sudden.

“Oh…” was all you could think to say as he let you go and scooted over on your shared bed, scratching the back of his head. “Gosh, that was weird, I’m sorry, MC, I-“

You shut him up with a kiss, leaning up and giving him a short but sweet kiss that set his cheeks ablaze. “I love you. Thank you for telling me all of this. I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” He smiled a little, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “Great, now that’s out there and off my chest, I can let you go to work.” You nodded, heading over to your closet to get your work uniform out.

You didn’t want to leave him home today. Well, you never wanted to leave him home alone, but today something felt… off. You couldn’t figure out what it was, but something just felt off. As you were getting your stuff together to leave, you were trying to take your time. “Saeran, are you sure you don’t want me to stay home with you today? I don’t quite want to leave you today…”

“No, you go to work. We have rent to pay, after all.” He was right, of course, but it didn’t put you at ease. “But Saeran, I can-“ He shut you up by putting a hand over your mouth. You licked it playfully and he whipped it away, wiping his palm on your shirtfront teasingly.  “Go.” With a sigh, you shoved your phone in your purse and got your keys off the table, giving him a little kiss before shuffling out the door.

 The feeling of uneasiness stuck with you all day, and you decided to come home for lunch. On the way, you tried to drown out your thoughts with music, but it didn’t stop you from pressing the gas pedal down further than you would usually.

You quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside, shutting it and kicking your shoes off while calling out for your boyfriend. “Saeran, I came home for lunch today!”  You were greeted with silence. Maybe he was out with Saeyoung. His twin always came over and took Saeran out on various trips, let it be to the store to get food or to go get ice cream. “Saeran! Are you home?” You wandered through the apartment, tutting slightly at how dark it was. All the curtains were drawn, and the place had an eerie feeling to it.

“Saeran?” You reached your bedroom door. It was shut, but not locked, so you twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Ah, he was just asleep. You smiled to yourself, stepping lightly over to his sleeping form and leaning over it. Your fingers brushed against his cheek lightly. “Honey,” you cooed in his ear, “wake up, it’s me. I came home early from work.” He didn’t respond. Hmm, he must really be deep in sleep. You shook him a little, then a little rougher. “Saeran? Saeran, wake up.” Fear was started to pierce through you as you screamed his name, violently shaking him, only to get nothing.

“Saeran, please wake up!” Your head was foggy, vision blurring as you fumbled for your phone, dialing the emergency service.

After getting off the phone, you looked around for any clues as to what happened. The first place you went is to his meds. You knew exactly how many of each pill he was supposed to take and how many he had every month, so you quickly went and counted all the pills.

He had a lot of meds to take, including his antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds. When you counted out the pills in each, the antidepressants came up 3 short. You counted and recounted, each time coming up the same; he took three too many pills today.

The mixture of all his meds and then the extra antidepressants probably overwhelmed his body, and he most likely laid down, as he was feeling sick. He wouldn’t have overdosed on purpose, no.

When the paramedics arrived, they found you curled around his body, stroking his cheek with tears flowing down yours. It killed you to watch them poke and prod him, then load him on a gurney and wheel him out. They didn’t allow you to go with, as you weren’t immediate family, so you met them at the hospital later on. You first called Saeyoung, as he was Saeran’s twin and should know first. You let him decide whether or not to contact the rest of the RFA.

Saeyoung was already there, and seemed to be in the middle of a breakdown. You quickly walked up to him and sat down, wrapping your arms around him comfortingly. “MC, you-you don’t think he did this on purpose, did he?”

“No, I don’t think so. I think he accidentally took too many, as when he takes his pills he kind of just tosses the pills in his hands and throws them in his mouth. I’ve told him countless times to be careful, but he never listened.” You shook your head sadly.

When the nurse came in to report on what was happening and say he can have a vistor, you let Saeyoung go first. Of course, you were worried sick for your boyfriend, but his brother was more important right now than you.

You sat out there alone, knee bouncing and hands shaking as you waited for Saeyoung to come out so that you could go in. You were so worried for him. You knew he would be okay, but you couldn’t help but worry. Saeran was always weird around strangers, so how would he react waking up in a strange place surrounded by them?

Saeyoung came out about 10 minutes later, eyes puffy as if he has been crying. You immediately stood up and gripped his hands. “Saeyoung, how is he? Is he okay?”

“MC, he doesn’t remember.”

“What?”

“His memory has been damaged by the mixture and increase of drugs. The doctors don’t know if he will ever get it back.” Your whole world seemed to crash down on you, and Saeyoung had to grab you to hold you steady as you started to teeter. You barely registered him guiding you to sit down on a chair. Saeran didn’t remember?

“How much does he remember?” Your voice was barely audible but Saeyoung was able to hear. “Uhm, well… he remembers his name, age, and a lot of the past, but… I think his mind has reverted back to when he was with Mint Eye.”

“What do you mean?” You were trying not to shake and stay strong, but that was quickly crumbling. “He… well, he thinks I am the enemy still. I don’t know how far back his memory has been wiped, but he may or may not know you anymore. I just want you to know that before you go in expecting everything to be the same, because… because I did that and was hit with a rude awakening.” He started to choke up at the end, and once he finished he pressed his lips firmly together and turned away from you.

“Thank you. I’m going to head in. Are you going to be here still?” Saeyoung nodded, still not looking at you. “Okay. What room is he in?” He muttered the number, still hiding his face, and you thanked him, standing on wobbly legs to head for his room.

It took you a while, but you eventually found it. When you peeked in through the little window in the door, you could see him sitting in the bed, eyes locked on the window in the corner of the room. He always loved the sky, and this brought a little hope to your heart.

Taking a shaky, deep breath, you gently knocked, then twisted the knob and opened the door.

“Who the hell are you?” You knew you should have expected it, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. You slowly approached him. “Saeran, you don’t remember me I’m sure, b-but I’m MC. I’m your girlfriend. We’ve been dating for 2 years and three months.” His eyes stared you down, steely and lacking the warmth you felt this morning as he confessed his love for you. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Yes, you do. I’m your girlfriend. I have pictures, videos, little gifts you have given me as evidence.” He didn’t respond, just watching as you came up to his bedside and pulled up a chair to sit down. You ensured it was a little ways away so he couldn’t lash out and hurt you, but it was close enough that it wasn’t an awkward distance. You slowly pulled your phone out and unlocked it, going to your gallery and pulling up a few pictures of you and him. The first you showed was one Saeyoung took of you two on your birthday. He had his arms around you, looking down lovingly at you as you grinned up at him.

“This here? This was taken a year ago on my birthday. You gave me a bracelet. I’m not wearing it right now, but It’s back at our house-“

“Our house?” You nodded sadly. “Yes. We rented it earlier this year, so that we could start our life together away from your brother, and to give him his bunker back. He didn’t want us to leave, but we did anyways.” No light graced his eyes as he stared coldly back at you. “I don’t know why you are still in my sight. Why are you still here? I’ve told you that I don’t know you, I don’t have a girlfriend, I don’t live with you. Why can’t you get it past your thick skull? Are you just that stupid?” You bit back tears as you responded carefully. “I know you don’t believe me, but I am your girlfriend. You don’t live at Mint Eye anymore; it has been gone for years. Rika is gone, too-“

“Don’t say her name!” He snapped loudly, which startled you. He hasn’t snapped at you like this since before you started dating. Even in the beginning stages of your relationship, he would snap at you, but he would always apologize right away. This time, though, he didn’t. He just stared coldly at you.

“… I’ll be back, Saeran. I love you.” You moved the chair back to its original spot and left, not turning back. You went back to Saeyoung, who seemed to have calmed down. You, on the other hand, were wound up from the conversation you had with Saeran.

“How is he?”

“Just like you said, Saeyoung.” You collapsed into the chair beside him and put your head in your hands. His hands rubbed soothing patterns into your back as you just sat there, welcoming the sensation. “You know, you can go home. I can stay with him.”

“No, I need to be here, too. He’s my boyfriend, I need to be here for him, even if he doesn’t want me to be here.” You sat up and shook your head. “What are we going to tell the other members?”

“Nothing, right now. I need to get a better hold on what’s going on right now, plus, I feel like this should be just between family. At least for now.” You couldn’t have agreed more as you both sat out there, waiting for the next chance to go in.

 Both you and Saeyoung alternated going in to see him. Saeyoung would go in for an hour or so, then you would switch with him. You didn’t speak to him unless he spoke to you; you wanted him to just be in your presence, so that maybe it would bring the Saeran you grew to love back. The doctors thought it was highly unlikely that he would remember, but you kept that little bit of hope with you.

After a while, he seemed to get used to you. He didn’t snap at you as frequently, and seemed to be more at ease with you in there. He finally allowed you to sit next to his bed after a few more visits, and you two just sat in a somewhat comfortable silence, him staring out at the sky and you playing with your phone or reading a book.

One time, while you were in, you brought with a drawing pad, and started to doodle random things your brain thought of; an eye, lips, a flower, animals, anything, really. Finally, you decided to doodle a head portrait of someone. All the sudden, Saeran reached over and pressed a finger to the paper there. “Are you drawing me?” You looked down at the paper, and there he was. You hadn’t even realized you doodled him until now. You had just been doodling a person, and somehow it turned into a picture of Saeran with a smile on his face. “Yeah, I guess.”

He leaned back in the bed and stared at you for a second before saying, “I don’t know what it is about you, but I feel… comfortable around you. I’ve tried so hard to keep the wall between us up, but just your presence breaks it down and makes it weaker. I don’t know why, but you are different. Kind of weird.” You could have cried at that. He had called you weird just before he finally asked you out, and now all you could think of was him, how he was before.

“Are you crying because I called you weird?” You shook your head, not even realizing that you had tears in your eyes. “Yes and no. Saeran, you don’t remember because of the drug’s effects on you, but just before we started dating two years ago, you called me weird, too. I’m just… sad, I guess.”

“Why would that make you sad?” You locked eyes with the Saeran on the paper, blinking away the tears. “I miss what we had. And… and I want it back, but it may not be possible. You’ve been changed because of this, and you won’t be the same. I don’t know if you even want to be with me anymore. I don’t think you do, so I guess I need to, you know, get over it. It’s just hard not to be sad when you’ve lost the person you love most.” You took the pencil and started tracing the outline of his hair on the paper, wishing you could go back and change something to try and avoid this. Maybe get a pill planner so that he could just take the right amount of pills from the day’s container. Maybe being more strict with his being careful while taking his meds. Maybe staying home the day it all happened. Maybe, maybe maybe.

“Hey, MC? You don’t need to be sad.” You looked up at him for a second before looking down at the paper again. “And why not?”

“Because, I remember you.” You froze, pencil hovering over the shape of his jaw on the paper. “What?”

“I remember you. It’s not crystal clear, all of the memories we shared together, but I can remember you, and that’s why you feel weird to me. I wanted to deny the feelings I was having towards you, but I don’t want to anymore. I want the wall gone. It’s exhausting trying to keep it up.”  Glancing up at him, some of the warmth had returned to his eyes. “I…”

“You made me really happy before, MC. I don’t know exactly what you would do that made me happy, but you did. And, I want to feel that again.” You were crying as you set the drawing pad aside and leaned towards him. “May I?” You held your arms out, and after a second of what looked like internal debating, he opened his arms, too. “Just a quick-oof!”

You collapsed into him and hugged him to you, burying your face into his hospital gown. “Saeran,” you murmured over and over, not believing this was happening. He remembered!

The door opened, and you quickly pulled away from him to see Saeyoung here, ready to switch places with you. Had it really been an hour already? “You, redhead. I remember you, too. You annoy me, but I’ve grown to like you. I guess. Oh god, why is everyone crying all the sudden?” Saeyoung quickly had the door shut and was there to join the happy party of remembrance. “Okay, stop crying, it isn’t that big of a deal.” You nearly smacked him in the arm for that. “Of course it is a big deal! You are getting your memory back!”

Saeran was able to go home with you the next day. As the days passed, he slowly gained more memory of what was before. Though he never fully regained his memories back, he used what he had gained back to patch things up with you.

A year later, the two of you were back to pretty much normal; he was mostly back to normal with his memories, and made up for lost time with you by trying to be more outgoing. It was hard for him, and you admired his strength, especially as on the anniversary of his remembrance of you, he got down on one knee and asked you to officially become his, a big feat for both of you, especially him. You could see the little box shaking in his hands.

You both created a life together, and definitely learned to cherish the things you love most, as you both had learned that they easily could be ripped from you at any moment.

[flaming-potato-arson]

Cookie Crumbs, Singing, and Bad Dancing

So I entered the VLD Halloween Exchange (I never got anything but nm) and got @fumiikage. Here’s my entry from 2 ish weeks ago.

“We need to piss Iverson fucking off!”

“He did dare us to enter the talent show.” Hunk reminds Pidge, walking side by side to her in hallway. A laptop and what Keith thinks is a robot is pressed to her chest, a cord dangling by her knees. Shiro’s already tried to wrap it around her wrist but it came unwound anyway. He’s glancing over her shoulder to make sure it somehow doesn’t mysteriously grow an extra feet and trip the no-sleep genius. “Yeah,” Keith says, lifting and stretching his arm awkwardly so a girl can slip past him in the hallway. He tries not to hiss when his elbow hits the dorm wall when she’s past. “But he’s expecting us to do something crazy to win. We need to do the most classic, white thing ever. His favorite. And ruin it for him, so he’ll never forget the time we showed him up when he sees it. Really throw him for a loop and get his blood boiling.”

“White thing” Allura repeats to herself, tucking her face into her scarf a little more. She shifts closer to Shiro unconsciously.

Outside, it’s mid-winter and snow decorates half the city like frosting on a lumpy cupcake. December break is a week and a half  away, and he’s ready to escape the Garrison's dorms for as long as possible. For a prestigious high school, this place was bat shit insane most the time.

(He couldn’t deny he liked it.)

“Iverson has been playing Christmas music non-stop in class. Singing Christmas songs is white-person-y” Pidge trails off, biting her thumb. “We need someone who can sing.“ She snaps her head up, light reflecting off her glasses haphazardly. Keith feels his shoulders jump, but he ignores it to catch Pidge’s rant as they walk through the hall to Lance’s dorm. The one he shared with Keith and Hunk.

"-Iverson is a dick, as we all know, so of course he plays the oldest, catchy Christmas ear-worms...Jingle Bells isn't good enough, Carol of the Bells is too old-fashioned to ruin it, Hark the Harold Angel Sings needs a damn chipmunk to hit those notes" she snaps, nearly dropping her robot. "All I Want for Christmas is You is his favorite. He played it for an hour and a half straight, I kid you not. I can still hear it in my ears. The whole class probably can. Let's wreck it."

"Alright, so we've picked the song. Now we just need somebody to sing it." Keith nods, recalling the cheery music and screams he had heard passing Iverson's class one day. "Knowing Iverson, they'll have to sing it perfectly. Otherwise, he'll find a way to criticize it." Shiro pointed out, turning the corner behind Pidge. "So, we just need someone with the voice of an angel." Allura snorts. "Plenty of those here, in an academic and sports based boarding school." Hunk adds, stopping in front the door to his, Keith's, and Lance's dorm. "Maybe Lance will know someone?" Allura sounds hopeful. Hunk's silver key slots in the key hole with a quiet click.  "Who doesn't he know?" Pidge asks, tossing a look over her shoulder. Hunk twists the key and the knob. "We'll just have to look around and hope for the best."

Two things waft out of the open door: the warm smell of peanut butter cookies baking. They aren't Hunk's, but warm cookies always remind Keith of late nights sitting cross legged in front of the stove with a younger Shiro, watching round circles of dough bake. The tile floor would be warmed by the dingy stove in front of them, and they'd guess which ones would end up burnt. It was usually most of them. 

And the voice of a literal angel.

If he was a sinner, this voice would be the thing that made him repent.

It's gorgeously high and low, clear and in tune with the song. Each syllable is strong, concise, and obviously practiced. It was the voice of an angel rehearsing. It was beautiful. It was-

"-every mistletoe, until I know it's true love, he thinks of, so next Christmas, I'm not all alone boy- "

Singing a pop song.

"Santa, tell me, if you're really there-"

Keith slowly steps inside, clutching his messenger bag in his hand so it doesn't bang off his hip and hit the wall. Edging inside, he beckons two crooked fingers at the team of Verified Organisms Looking To Rage On Nit-Pickers (they didn't count the p because of the hyphen) to inch inside with him. Cautious breath sharpens his focus. Carefully, he peers into the kitchen.

A tacky radio plays out the song on the countertop. The window is closed, grey curtains leaving the lights to electrically brighten the room.  A tall, young woman twists the dials on the stove, long, light brown hair trailing neatly down the slope of her back. "Santa tell me, if he really cares-" Scattered dirty mixing bowls and a mess of cookie cutters and leftover cookies dough are placed around a smiling, red-faced toddler. He laughs, grabbing at the long, tan fingers playing with him, combing his hair or tugging his clothes.  The hands lead up to skinny arms with lean muscle, which curve inward to broad shoulders and sharp collarbones above a solid chest and narrowed waist. Rocking heels sway long legs and hips.

"-someone to hold, be my fire in the cold-"

All of that (glorious body) was under a smooth neck and narrow chin. Soft lips sing out the next line.

"-Or if it's true love, that he thinks of, -”

Lips he's seen before.

(Okay, fantasized.)

That glorious voice, is coming from Lance.

Lance fucking McClain, the memeiest of VOLTRON and target of Iverson.

Hell yes.

“Lance! You can sing?" Pidge screeches. Two reactions whip through Lance. His left arm is a literal blur as he smacks the radio off the counter. Cradled in his right is his baby nephew. Surprise and concern (and a little bit of fear and something new) sharpen his face.

"You bet your life my brother can sing." The woman snorts, turning around from where she had bent to take out a sheet of cookies. "Our uncle was a chorus teacher and no way in this world was he going to leave his nephew tone deaf." She slips off the oven mitts and dusts off her hands.  Her wide, demanding posture looked hilarious compared to Lance's awkward one. The toddler stretches out his arms from Lance's hold. His mom hauls her purse on her shoulder, throws the bowls in the sink, and takes the gurgling kid from Lance. "Name it, Lance can sing it. That's the last tray, I hope you won't eat all of them yourself, but that's always a hope. I've got to get home, love you little bro, don't forget to study!" A Confident Mom Whirlwind passes them in the hallway before the door in being closed with a bang.

"Hey, Lance. I've got a plan..."

"Oh God, oh God, that's a big crowd..."

Lance sways side to side in place, hand discreetly holding back part of the curtain. Loud, rambunctious teenagers and stoic teachers fill the seats. The Talent Show would start in 5 minutes, but Lance wasn't even going first. His fidgeting hands shouldn't be tugging at his jacket this early. That new, unusual emotion shouldn't be playing in his face. "Hey," Keith says. "Want to make fun of the other acts while we wait?" "What?" Lance asks, dropping the curtain back into place. The audience disappears behind it.  His pink face is turned towards Keith and his arms are wrapped around his stomach.

"Well, see that girl on stilts?" Keith points to the girl in the 4 foot stilts and strange sheets. "Give me the craziest story for her.” "Ah" Lance bites the tip of his finger, clearly thinking, checks still light pink. (Holy shit- that is cute, get it together Kogane-) "Girl high on smoke from burning hotel room that was used by a drug dealer becomes stilt walker?" Keith snorts. "Sure. Now, what's his?"

"Now, Lance McClain, singing "All I Want for Christmas is You!" 

This time, Lance's cheeks are starting to burn and Keith can clearly tell what that emotion from the first time he heard Lance sing was: embarrassment.

He steps on stage, pushing back the curtain, leaving the rest of VOLTRON in the shadowy wings of the stage

Even in jeans and a baseball tee, he's damn gorgeous, bright lights bringing out his beauty.

He stands. Brings the mic to his lips.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas..."

(The note hangs in the air and Lance's cheeks are on fire.)

Except Keith.

Impulsively, he jumps out on to the stage, ratty flannel on his hips and beanie smooshing his hair. He's even surprising himself.  The audience stares at him in shock, most having jumped back from the bang he made. Lance looks back over his shoulder.

Keith starts interpretively dancing.

Putting on a sassy face, he wags his finger.

Oh God, what am I doing?

There's a few giggles from the audience. But more importantly, the thing that convinces him to stay of this damn stage and make a fool of himself, is Lance's reassured smile.

"There is just one thing I need,"

He sticks up a finger and holds his hand close to his heart, sweet grin on his face.

"I don't care about the presents..."

Keith walks across the stage briskly, dismissively waving his hand.

He stops and folds himself into a box, crouching down.

"Underneath the Christmas tree..."

He springs back animatedly and hangs his arms over the spot he was in, mimicking branches.

"I don't need to hang my stocking, There upon the fireplace..."

Spinning around, he pushes a tack into the air before frowning at it.

"Santa Claus won't make me happy..."

Keith crosses his arms and huffs. 

"With a toy on Christmas Day!”

With loud, heavy thumps he clomps across the stage like a Nutcracker.Â

"I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know..."

(God, that was true)

Keith points out to the crowd, then pokes the top of his head.

"Make my wish come true, All I want for Christmas is you, You baby!"

First, he clasps his hands together and turns to them imaginary sky. And then, he points to the crowd and makes incredibly awkward rocking motions.

"Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas..," 

He crosses his arms as an x.

"I won't even wish for snow...."

This is where he takes the awkwardness of dancing horribly on stage to a new level. He shakes his head, and then proceeds to wiggle his fingers while dragging them down through the air

"And I'm just gonna keep on waiting...."

A giant clock motion that involves both his arms.

"Underneath the mistletoe!"

Pinching his fingers, Keith shakes them over his head, stepping closer to Lance

"I won't make a list and send it , To the North Pole for Saint Nick....”

He scribbles quickly and slices his hand out, like he was throwing a playing card

"I won't even stay awake to, Hear those magic reindeer click!" 

More wagging fingers and snapping.

"Cause I just want you here tonight 

Holding on to me so tight...."

Keith wraps his arms around himself and takes big, wide, spinning steps

" What more can I do?

He throws up his arms and gives the crowd a what-can-you-do-about-it face. "Baby all I want for Christmas is you! You you you baby!"

More crazed pointing and irregular rocking.

"And everyone is singing, I hear those sleigh bells ringing!”

He shakes his fists and cups his ear. "Santa won't you bring me the one I really need? Won't you please bring my baby to me?"

He sways to the song, making a fist and pulling it down to his heart. 

"Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas, This is all I'm asking for...."

The notes are slowing down, Lance's voice really being tested. It was sweet and slow and perfect, and Keith would've given anything to bask in it longer. 

"I just want to see my baby...

Honestly shady, he points two fingers to his eyes then flicks them out at the crowd. Then, more aggressive rocking motions.

"Standing right outside my door...."

He draws a doorframe with his hands and steps through. 

"Oh I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know..."

Keith sways over to Lance, and drapes himself over his back, putting a finger to Lance's temple. "Make my wish come true...."

It's been a long, impulsive night for Keith. And with a blinding smile from Lance and warm, soft skin beneath him, Keith literally could not make the wrong choice in his eyes.

He leans around and kisses Lance square on the mouth.

After the pause, Lance pulls back, face redder than ever.

"Oh, baby all I want for Christmas is you ,yo-ou baby." The voice crack does not go unnoticed.

The crowd hoots and hollers. Wolf whistles fill the room.

Twisting Lance to face him better, Keith pulls him down to his lips. The crowd's screaming, cheering, going utterly completely wild, but their energy couldn't match the feelings in their kiss. Lance winds an arm between them, the other holding the mic, and grips the hair at the back of his neck. Keith is slowly putting his back to the crowd, shifting for a better position but too caught up in the now to move quickly. Hot, pliable lips push back against his and trust and passion charge his motions. He responds desperately to Lance, the first sweet caramel taste just a temptation for the thirst in him.

The noise Lance makes when he bites Lance's lower lip gets caught in the mic.

And now they're both red, panting. Hurriedly, Lance shoves the mic in the announcer's hand and grabs Keith, sprinting backstage, away from the screaming.

They make out in a dark corner until they hear the announcer's slightly confused voice.  

"And the winners are.... Klance? What?

Breaking their lip lock, Lance gasps for air and pulls back, gulping air deeply like it'll glue his composure together. "C'mon, we won." He smirks, quickly fixing Keith to look as presentable as possible before pulling him off the wooden block. Lance forgets to straighten his clothes.

The masses start their trademark unholy screeching.

[apartofthelosersclub]

The Apothecary’s Apprentice

A/N: So this is my second time writing, seeing as I am finally getting the courage to do so. This was inspired by @dailyau ‘s prompt, “I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad” AU

I’m going to tweak the prompt a bit (a lot) so that it’ll fit what I have in mind more, The Losers Club will be aged up (15-16). 

This imagine is set after the Losers Club defeated Pennywise, also Beverly never left Derry so she is still with the Losers Club.

(Y/S/N) is Your sister’s name [she will be older, or course]

Eddie Kaspbrak x Male!Reader

Trigger Warnings include but are not limited to: Homophobic Slurs, Profanity, Bullying.

Sonia Kaspbrak was notorious for her frequent trips to the Center Street Drug Store, ran and owned by Norbert Keene. Only the best for her and her baby boy, Eddie Kaspbrak. Three times a week, either she or Eddie picked up their prescriptions and picked up various other ointments, gauzes, or bandages that Eddie might need for his fanny packs. Sonia had recently experimented with organic salves, elixirs, and medicines among other things that had been recently been appearing at the pharmacy. Today, she had walked in, expecting to see the aisle where she would see a decent amount of the organic medicines or products only to find nothing. They had worked marvelously on her, and she wanted some of everything for her Eddie. She wouldn’t leave this pharmacy empty handed, not when she found medicinal, organic products that would keep her baby boy healthy and safe. Walking to the register, she looked for Norbert. She proceeded to grab some tissues from her bag, then she covered the tip of the bell and tapped the bell, producing a loud chime.

“Good afternoon Sonia, what can I help you with today?”

“Good afternoon Norbert, I’d like to know about those new organic products that have been appearing in your pharmacy. There isn’t any today, I’ve checked all of the shelves in the aisle and nothing. When is the next shipment coming in?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait till next week Sonia,” replied Norbert Keene cautiously. He had to choose his words carefully with Sonia; His failure to deliver her any anything, be it for her or her son, resulted in more than a few colorful words being directed towards him. 

“Next week,” her mouth was set in a straight line. He had to act fast, lest he get an earful today,

“The apothecary who makes the organic products lives here in Derry. She and her family make them fresh every week, with local ingredients that they grow. I could give you her address.”  

Sonia smiled pleasantly, she would not leave this pharmacy empty handed.

The apothecary’s shop was a shop smaller than Norbert’s pharmacy, tucked away into a corner. The shop was bursting with color of the plants and herbs that could be seen through the storefront window. There were two tables with umbrellas that helped to shade whoever could be sitting there. Opening her purse, Sonia grabbed some tissues and placed them on the crystal door knob, before opening the door. Tiny golden bells chimed, the sound clear and pleasant resonated through the shop. Along the wall were dried and fresh herbs and flowers of all kinds. Along another, were: salves, ointments, bath salts, and other organic medicines. Approaching the register, where there was a granite mortar and pestle with a concoction of herbs and oils, Sonia saw was a young woman. Smiling the young woman began her greeting,

“Good afternoon, Miss, I am (Y/S/N) (Y/L/N) of (Y/L/N)’s Apothecary; How may I help you today?” her voice had a feathery quality. Sonia decided she liked it.

“Good afternoon, I am Sonia Kaspbrak. I would like to know if all of your products are organic and locally grown?” Sonia crisply asked. In the same feathery tone as before (Y/S/N) replied,

“Yes, my family and I grow every herb and flower ourselves in the greenhouse at our home. We also do not use any pesticides”. Satisfied and content with the information about where the ingredients were coming from and what is being used on them put her at ease. 

“I’d like to try samples of everything.”

“Of course.”

It had taken two hours to sample everything in the shop. Sonia was satisfied with everything that (Y/S/N) had to offer. They had sat at a table in the shop, talking for a bit.

“Is everything to your liking Ms. Kaspbrak?”

“Please, call me Sonia, and yes. Everything I sampled was marvelous”

The chiming of small bells interrupted their time. As (Y/S/N) began to stand to greet the person, a voice with the same feathery voice pleasantly interrupted,

“Good evening (Y/S/N), good evening Miss. I how have your days been?”

There stood a petite, delicate boy; Dressed in a dress shirt rolled at the elbows, tucked into his shorts, with white sneakers, and perfectly circular black glasses. (Y/S/N) responded,

“My day has been very good today, what brings you here today (Y/N)?”

“I thought I could make a tart and we could eat it together. Since you have a guest, Miss, would like to join us and have some?”

“What a absolutely lovely boy you have (Y/S/N), and yes (Y/N), I’d love to join you both” Sonia responded happily. This boy would be a perfect friend for her Eddie, unlike those hooligans that he was was always with. (Y/N) was epitome of elegant etiquette and grace with his mannerisms and posture. (Y/N) placed a box on the table and proceeded to open it. He brought out a beautiful mango tart. 

“I’ll be right back with plates and tea (Y/S/N)”

“Why does he not call you ‘mother’ (Y/S/N)?”

“(Y/N) isn’t my son, he is my younger brother. My husband and I have custody of him, and we raise him as if he were our own child” (Y/S/N) responded quietly.

(Y/N) came back with three polished pink and white china plates, on top of the china were glass teacups. He then promptly went to the back of the shop again.

“Alright, that was the last trip,” (Y/N) said, bring with him a glass teapot with a blooming flower inside of it. (Y/S/N) proceeded to pass out the plates and serve the tart, meanwhile (Y/N) served them all tea.

“Come on eddie spaghetti, hurry the hell up”

“Beep Beep Richie, and stop calling me that!”

“Hurry up, I wanna see your mom!”

“Don’t even start your shit with me right now

Eddie pedaled home, making him and Richie late. They were supposed to meet the other losers at the quarry, but eddie had forgotten one of his fanny packs at home. He couldn’t leave his home with just one fanny pack. When they arrived at his house and entered his mother was there.

“Hello Eddie bear, how was your day?”

“Hey Mrs.K!”

“Good mama”

“Did you forget something?”

“My second fanny pack,” Eddie replied nervously. He didn’t want to get in trouble for forgetting the second fanny pack again. 

“Hm,” that wasn’t good.

“Did you want me to go pick up my medicine mama?”

“As a matter of fact, you’ll be going somewhere else to get your medicine from now on. You’ll be going to the (Y/L/N)’s apothecary. The lady who works there should have your prescription ready today. Go on and pick it up. Also, she has a boy your age. Invite him and take him with you and your..friends”

Richie had found the second fanny pack and was making his way out of the house. Eddie began to turn to leave when his mother halted his actions,

“You’re forgetting something Eddie bear. Kiss,” Eddie’s mother said. Eddie turned to face and walk towards his mother to give her a kiss.

“Do you want one from me too Mrs. K?”

“Oh, shit!”

“What now?”

“Dude we can’t go in there. The old lady who works there’s an old witch who eats kids,” Richie shouted and tried to turn around to pedal away.

“No, I can’t leave and that isn’t true dumbass. I have to go pick up my medicine,”

Eddie replied. He flipped the kickstand down and proceeded to enter the shop.

Small bells chimed, the sound soothing and calming Eddie and surprisingly Richie who went in after Eddie.

There was a pretty young lady who appeared to be cutting [?] herbs with a weirdly shaped knife.

“Hello, I’m here to pick up my prescription. I’m Eddie Kaspbrak”

The lady stopped her cutting [?] and wiped her hands on her apron. She looked at Eddie and Richie, who was trying to smell every flower and herb.

“Oh, you must be Sonia’s boy! I’m (Y/S/N) (Y/L/N), I own the apothecary. Let me get your medicine,” She went to the draws behind her to get the my prescription. Finding mine, she handed to me.

“Also, I wanted to know if your son would be able to come with me and my friends and hang out?” Eddie nervously asked.

“Sure, let me just call him,” She had gone to the end of the counter by the wall where a phone was mounted on the wall and proceeded to dial a number. While calling her son Richie proceeded to mess and knock over some small bells.

“What the hell are you doing dumbass?”

“They looked fun to play with,” Richie started, but then shut up.

“(Y/N) is on his way to the Apothecary. He shouldn’t be long now. Thank you for coming, tell your mother, I said hello!” Mrs. (Y/L/N) chirped.

“The owner of the shop isn’t an old witch who eats kids after all”

“I seriously feel like smacking you right now”

“Kinky!”

“Hello, (Y/S/N). What’s up?”

“Remember when Mrs. Kaspbrak came a while ago and was talking about her son?”

“Yeah...is he there?”

“Yeah, and he’s cute”

“Stop, I can feel my face heating up. I’ve seen him before and he’s so incredible, and so handso--”

“He’s asking for you. He wants to know if you want to hang out with him and his friends.”

“I’m on my way!”

They had left the store and started to pick up their bike and began to mount them when they noticed someone coming to the shop by bike. Eddie had never seen someone so beautiful before in his whole life. The boy was lithe, and smaller than him. His features were delicate, his eyes framed by perfectly circular glasses. Dressed in a light dress shirt, tucked into black trousers, with sneakers and a clear plastic book bag. He stopped and put the kickstand on his bike down and walked into the shop, glancing at Eddie and Richie. No more than two minutes later, the boy came out, walked up to both Eddie and Richie. He began to introduce himself,

“Hello, I’m (Y/N). It’s a pleasure to meet you both”

Eddie swooned at the feathery voice the petite boy emitted.

“The pleasure is all mine~”

“Beep Beep Richie. Hello, I’m Eddie Kaspbrak and this trashmouth here is Richie Tozier. I wanted to invite you to come with us to the quarry. The rest of our friends are there now, if you’d like to come?”

“It’d be a pleasure to join the both of you”

“Well come on toots, we’re burning daylight!”

The three had made small talk on their way to the quarry was interesting. (Y/N) voice was so feathery and soft that Richie and Eddie had to quite down to hear his response. It was amusing to see Richie have to control his volume for once. Once they had arrived at the quarry they left their bikes by the edge and proceeded to meet the others.

“Hey Richie, Eddie, new guy?”

“What’s shakin’ bacon? Everyone come meet our new friend!”

“Leave him alone Richie, you’re going to scare him.”

“Hello, it’s a pleasure to meet you all. I do hope I am not intruding.” The losers could only stare in amazement at such a soft spoken boy. They all proceeded with introductions. Well Richie proceeded with introductions.

Everyone had gotten along with (Y/N). Surprisingly Stan, Mike, and Ben seemed to become friends the fastest with (Y/N). It may or may not have made Eddie jealous. Stan and Mike had been attached to (Y/N) hip since he had shown them plants the attracted birds the easiest, which allowed them to see them up close. Ben loved the way (Y/N) described the colors and meaning of flowers, seeing as it gave him ideas for poetry.

But (Y/N) had gotten concerned and inquired about Stan’s scars. Stan didn’t want to talk about and (Y/N) inquired no more on the matter. But (Y/N) had given Stan a salve that would help with the itch that came with scars, and with time if Stan kept applying the salve the scars would disappear. Stan had hugged (Y/N) and thanked him. When their time together ended, they all made (Y/N) promise to come back and visit again. As all the losers and (Y/N) began to bike home, trouble followed.

“Well, Well, Well if it the fag and friends”

The Losers were confused, but (Y/N)’s face burned with embarrassment.

“Come back here, girlie little queer,” some of the boys of Derry sneered.

“Shut the Fuck up!”

The losers had gotten off their bikes to deal with whoever was messing with the newest member of The Losers Club.

After all was said and take care of, they gathered around to comfort their friend.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take (Y/N) back, you all go home.”

Richie got the hint and proceeded to get the others to let them be.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that. I’m so sorry,” (Y/N) sobbed.

Eddie, who could care less about germs at the moment, wrapped his arms around (Y/N) and proceeded to whisper comforting words.

“It’s alright, you have us now. We’ll be here for you, to help and protect you.”

“Always?”

“Always.”

Hearing (Y/N) cry broke Eddie’s heart. So he sat with him, and held him, until they both had to go home.

Upon arriving at (Y/N) house, Eddie got off his bike and walked him to the door. They held hands, and Eddie wanted to continue holding (Y/N)’s hand.

“Thank you, for sitting with me and biking home with me. It means a lot to me.”

“You mean a lot to me. You have since the moment I saw you. May I come by tomorrow and visit you again?” (Y/N) looked so perfect and Eddie was in love; He just wanted to be (Y/N)’s, and for (Y/N) to be his. So Eddie dared to ask,

“May I kiss you?” (Y/N)’s cheeks felt flushed, but he spoke up and whispered,

“Yes, you may.”

Eddie, flushed as well, bent to press a chaste kiss on (Y/N) cheek. He dared not overstep any boundary by kissing him on the lips.

“Y-you missed my lips,” (Y/N) whispered as he wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck and pulled him closer, winding his fingers in Eddie’s hair.

Eddie had never been happier.

Should I make a part 2? I feel that this needs a part 2. The pictures are not mine, I found them on google. Also here is the recipe for the mango tart 

[winkonium]

Misdial (03)

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"Are you still not over your high score?" Jennie nudged you at your waist with her elbow, distracting you from scrolling down your phone. You weren't playing color switch, though. You were on google searching for J-Hope or Hoseok, whatever his real name is.

You heard your friend gasp and you looked at her to find her eyes glued to your phone and then back at you with big, round eyes.

"No way!" She just saw you scrolling through google! With Jung Hoseok on the search bar! Of course she would be in shock. You never gave a damn about BTS; you just listened to her and nod. When she asks for suggestions for her Taekook fan fiction, you would tell her something but you never googled them. Never in your life. Up until you ended up dialing the wrong number and Factimed with the one and only Hoseok, the rapper and main dancer of BTS according to the information you've gathered.

"Your eyes could pop out in a second." You rolled your eyes while closing your phone.

"So, did you listen to them or something? Did you watch their dance practices?" She asked so eagerly, leaning towards you and then gasped dramatically. "You watched their bombs, didn't you?! You watched Let's Speak English that's why you're googling J-Hope!"

"Can you keep it down?!" You whisper shouted, looking around and seeing that everyone has their eyes on you both. The library isn't exactly the right place to fangirl on. "No, I did not watch anything." You answered her.

"Then what?" She raised a brow.

"Nothing. When can I Facetime you again?" You shook your head and changed the subject immediately before you could tell her about Hoseok.

Speaking of Hoseok, his voice kept running through your head. "Don't tell anyone my number. Very dangerous." You wanted to tell Jennie. She'd die for that Korean Boy Band as much as you'd die to beat your own high score in color switch. But you're also the considerate, promise-keeping person that Hoseok expects you to be. You were torn between Jennie and Hoseok but a promise is a promise. And as a human being who knows how to respect other people especially Hoseok considering he’s an international k-pop sensation, you would never risk his privacy. Also you don’t want to get sued.

"Did you hear me?" Jennie gently slapped your cheek.

You shook your head with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I spaced out."

She rolled her eyes but talked anyway. "I said I plan on doing a Taekook AU where it's like Kimi No Nawa with a little bit of Poppy Hill." She kept talking about Taekook and her love for Japanese Animé films, mostly Studio Ghibli films. You spent the entire time talking about it, giving her some ideas every now and then just so you could show her you're listening. The more she talked about Taekook, the more she talked about BTS, rarely mentioning Hoseok, the one you're most curious about.

Why did he pick up? Why does he have the number of your country? Maybe they're in your country, you're just not fully aware of it?

When Jennie was done, you both headed home. When you reached home, you felt ecstatic to have Hoseok Facetime you again but before you run to your bedroom, your mom called you, telling you to take out the trash and clean the kitchen for her.

"Moooom!" You practically whined and she gave you a death glare. "Fine." You muttered and did your best to do everything so fast before the clock struck at the time you and Hoseok Facetimed. Something about it motivated you and it was definitely your curiosity.

"I'm done!" You walked in to your mom who was at the living room, watching TV. She gave you a grin that told you she has something that you would love. "Then you can take the cake from the fridge."

Your heart jumped with joy and you tried to remain calm but then your phone vibrated. You looked at it and it was an unregistered number Facetimimg you. Hoseok. "Thanks, mom! I'll eat it tomorrow." You said then ran upstairs to your room to answer it.

"Hello." Hoseok chirped gladly when you answered it. You were lying down on your bed, stomach faced down while he was sitting at the couch he was sitting on last night. "You look.. Tired."

You looked at yourself on the small screen and saw that your hair was still all over the place. "I cleaned the kitchen. I'm a good child." You grinned and he did, too. "Mind if I change clothes for a bit?"

He looked flustered when you said that and you laughed.

"You're not going to watch me." You said and then put the phone down, the screen facing the bed so that he won't see anything but darkness. You washed up, brushed your hair and pulled out a random shirt and short to put on, doing everything in just 5 minutes or less, you don't know but it was quick. You crashed yourself on the bed and then saw Hoseok still there, patiently waiting. "I'm done!"

"I see." He smiled with a little nod. "What is your age?" You squinted your eyes but it was not because you thought he's a kidnapper but it was because you were supposed to be the one asking questions.

"I'm 19." You said and maybe, just maybe, you heard him sigh in relief.

"I thought you are younger than Jungkookie. Very bad if yes." He clenched his chest a little with a grin still on his face. "I'm 24."

"Korean age?" You asked with a hint of smirk on your face. He moved a little bit, looking like he was crossing his legs then he rested his elbow on his leg then his chin on his hand then nodded at you. "So you're 23?"

"How did you know I'm Korean?"

You rolled your eyes. "I googled you, right? You're an idol from Bangtan Sonyeondan which, I know for a fact, is like the biggest k-pop group in the world." You said as if you know them by heart. But maybe if you consider everything Jennie told you about them, maybe you do know them by heart.

He softly laughed. "I appreciate that." He wiggled his brows. "But.. Can you.. Slow down?"

You nodded. Maybe he's not as good at english as you thought he was. "I was curious. Also.. Like.. Why do you trust strangers when you're in the biggest k-pop group?" You asked. It was weird of you to ask him these kinds of questions when one, he's older than you; and two, you don't know each other that much. You didn't think if he'd get offended or what not.

"I don't normally trust strangers. It's just you." He said and you asked why. "You seem good people and you seem funny."

You tried to hide you smile by making a wacky face that made him laugh to the point that he was slapping his knee. "Listen. My friend is a fan of your group."

He stopped laughing and had his eyes so wide. He leaned closer to the screen. "D-did you tell her?" You shook your head dozens of times right away and he sighed out of relief.

"I would never—I mean, this is your personal space. I invaded you—accidentally." You mocked his smirk and the wiggle of eyebrows.

"You are very kind." He gave a small bow. "How was your day, by the way?"

"It was bland. We didn't do much. We just hang in the library and I googled your name. That's pretty much it." You casually said as if you knew him way better. It's like you were just talking to Jennie. "What about yours?"

"Tiring." You saw him let his leg down and lazily lied down the couch. "We're practicing for our next tour and at the same time, we're learning English."

"But you're pretty good at it, though."

He beamed a smile, probably glad at your compliment. "Really?" You nodded at him. Though he's 24 years old, his smile makes him look like he's only 14. "Namjoon is the best among the seven of us. He teaches us most of the time but he focuses on Taehyung."

Your eyes lighted up at the sound of Taehyung. He's the one you always hear from Jennie, second to him is Jungkook.

"Taehyung is V." He added and you nodded, acting like you just knew the information now.

"Hobi, come here!" You heard from the other line and Hoseok looked away, frowning a little bit. He yelled back a Korean word you don't know and it became an exchange of Korean sentences that you can't relate to but you're sure that Hoseok was annoyed due to the frown.

He sighed once again then turned to the phone. "I need to go. I wish I could talk to you more."

"Tomorrow's good. I don't have classes." The words slipped out of your mouth unconsciously, you sounded like you were really talking to a long time friend.

He beamed a smile at what you said, standing up from the couch. "Okay. I'll call you again, yeah?" You nodded at him. "Annyeong!" He did a small bow before waving and hanging up. You found yourself smiling at his child-like gesture and tone. You were starting to get fond of him, loosening up to a random Korean Superstar.

You stood up from the bed to get yourself ready for dinner and before you could open the door, your phone vibrated. You looked at your phone and saw that Hoseok left you a message via iMessage.

Jung Hoseok: I will message you if I get the time before calling you :)

You blinked a few times, processing that he just texted you. He wants to Facetime for the third time. What was he up to these days, Facetiming with a stranger he met only here accidentally? Is he that kind?

Your phone vibrated again.

Jung Hoseok: RM called me. I teach him steps.

The three dots were still bouncing and you anticipated his replies while your hands were on the door knob, forgetting that you were going down to have dinner.

Jung Hoseok: Sorry. Jung Hoseok: I hope I have time tomorrow.

You: It's cool. I'll talk to you when you have the time. :)

Jung Hoseok: 잘자 애인 ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

You smiled even though you don't understand a single thing at the last text he sent but you find the emoticon cute. You shoved your phone at your short's pocket and quickly went down to find your mother already fixing the plate which was your task for the rest of your life.

"I assume you fell asleep that's why you almost forgot about dinner." She looked up at you and frowned as she saw your face. "Why are you smiling like that?"

You blinked a few times before it occurred to you that you were grinning goofily. The grin came from the text and that was literally 4 minutes ago but you clearly haven't gotten over it yet. You muttered a sorry to your mom before she shrugged it off, slightly laughing at you.

You had dinner with her and of course, being the typical mom, she asked you how your day was and you answered her, leaving out the part that you Facetimed with a Korean Idol because she would go ape shit if she finds out. After dinner, you washed the dishes and headed straight to your room and then your phone vibrated again but this time, it was Jennie.

Jennie: Wanna hang out at my place tomorrow?

You considered doing so but then you remembered Hoseok. You were supposed to Facetime each other tomorrow but it was unsure due to his schedule.

You: Not sure.

As Hoseok crossed your mind, you remembered his last text as well and you thought Jennie might help you out. Going to Hoseok's text window, you copied his last text and pasted it then sent it to your friend since she knows a thing or two.

You: 잘자 애인 ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ You: What does this mean?

Jennie: I think Jennie: It means Jennie: Good night, baby Jennie: The first word means good night and I'm pretty sure the second one is an endearment Jennie: You have a boyfriend ?????? Jennie: You fucker

You: shut up i dont i saw it online

And then Jennie just left you in read.

[inuykago]

Birthday Bust

Felt like experimenting with other ideas, so here’s a Birthday AU because today’s (6/25) my birthday!!! for the One And Only inukag ♡

{modern au. oneshot. 1475 words. also on ff.net.}

“She’s going to kill you,” Miroku calmly noted.

Inuyasha scoffed, covering his left ear as he held his phone closer to the right.  He remained silent the following seconds, glancing at Kagome from afar and admiring the huge grin she had on her face.

“Shut up,” Inuyasha turned back around. “She won’t. I think you’re forgetting how understanding Kagome is.”

Miroku raised his voice a dial, “And I think you’re forgetting how she wanted to just stay at home with you, but you kept on insisting the two of you go out.”

“Dammit, Miroku, I thought you’d be helping me out?!” Inuyasha scratched his head, awkwardly waving over at Kagome.

He then lowered his voice, “I gotta go man, but I definitely am going to fix this.” Miroku muttering a low murmur of Inuyasha…, “Bye,” as he hung up the phone.

Despite the thousands of people in the stadium, it wasn’t difficult for Inuyasha to spot Kagome within the crowd. She waited patiently; twirling her hair and occasionally fixing her cream baby tee and high-waisted whitewash jeans. Inuyasha aggressively rubbed his head trying to figure how to fix this so-far-crap day into a special and memorable one.

“Are you sure these aren’t valid?!” Inuyasha huffed as he slipped two tickets through the slot once again, his calmness and patience escaping him.

The ticketer then examined it once again; scanning it front and back with both his eyes and the scanner itself. Inuyasha anxiously waited and following his exact eye movements as he furiously chomped on his fingernails.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the ticketer slid the tickets back. “But these are fake.”

Inuyasha angrily ran his hands through his silky hair, “BUT-” he wiped his mouth and cleared his throat- “It’s my girl’s birthday.” He lowered his head, “You gotta help me here, I can’t mess up, not today.”

The man, without hesitation, replied, “I’m sorry, I can’t do anything.”

With a heavy heart, Inuyasha snatched the tickets from the slot and shoved it into his back pockets. He took a deep breath before making his way back to Kagome, whom seemed like she was somehow enjoying herself as she bobbed her head to the beats and rhythms that were being playing throughout the stadium.

“Inuyasha!” she gave her man a squeeze. “The show already started,” she took a step closer to him, grabbing his hand and interlocking fingers. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah!” he sweetly kissed Kagome’s hand. “I, uhhh-” his eyes ripping from her stare- “I-I managed to get us VIP Backstage tickets!!” He bit his tongue from the fib.

Kagome, now filled with excitement and astonishment, leaped onto Inuyasha, “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!!!” She smothered his face with kisses and pecks.

The area in which they stood, and was once flooded with people, was now nearly empty. The floor shook from the intense beats and the crowd overlapped the artist’s voice.

Inuyasha giggled and smiled, embracing the woman he loved and adoring her happiness. The only thing was, he didn’t know how he was ever going to accomplish, let alone come back from, this.

“Inuyasha…?” the boy placed a finger on his mouth, her voice lowering a notch. “Why are we going through here?”

The area was basically deserted. There were no people; security guards, ticketers, or crazy psycho fans. All there was were abandoned seats, gates, and old posters. It gave off a weird vibe which made Kagome shiver.

“Uhh,” Inuyasha subtly gripped Kagome’s hand tighter. “This is the way to backstage,” he fibbed whilst shooting the girl a smile.

Kagome nodded quickly, “I CAN’T BELIEVE-” Inuyasha signaled to lower her voice- “that I’m about to meet him…!!!”

Inuyasha forced a smirk as he approached the suspicious door. He held onto Kagome tight and bit his bottom lip in attempt to control his nerves. The two swiftly shifted their feet one in front of the other as Inuyasha reached to turn the knob; his sweaty palms making it difficult to turn.

As soon as the knob finally gave in, thousands of screams, chants, and bright lights flashed right before the two’s eyes, causing them to go blind for a few seconds.

“Ka-gome,” the boy rubbed his eyes. “You okay?”

“Mmhm!” the girl muttered as she rubbed her face.

The curtains were down and the place was half-occupied by drums, keyboards, mics, and other stage equipment. The rumble of the audience made the stadium shake and fret. The extremely loud beats from the artist’s current song made it feel as if their hearts were following the rhythmic musical drops.

“Thank you everyone!! We’re gonna take a quick break!” the audience roared in depression. “Relax, it’s going to be for like two minutes!” the crowd instead squealed with satisfaction.

“OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH,” Kagome tiptoed grabbing Inuyasha’s collar, bringing his face to hers. “IT. IS. HAPPENING,” she shouted before placing a quick wet kiss on the boy’s forehead.

She ran to a drumset that had a faint reflection; fixing her hair and straightening her top making sure she looked as presentable as she could be. Inuyasha still had the jitters and took a few steps closer to her pondering on whether or not he should tell her the truth, but then-

“I - breathe - CAN’T - breathe - BELIEVE - breathe - IT’S - breathe - YOU?!?!??” Kagome huffed and puffed as she stood inches away from her beloved artist.      

He was about the same height of Inuyasha, and he stood tall with his black, white, and grey color way adidas, fitted jeans, and an oversized dark gray crewneck shirt. His silky dark brown hair was tied up into a ponytail, two earrings pierced on each of his lobes. His brown eyes piercing into the girl’s eyes.

He then smiled at the girl, “Well, it’s me. Here in the flesh.” Kagome giggled and squealed in excitement, Inuyasha lowly growling to himself, “But uhh…” He stepped a few clicks back, “How did you get in here?”

“W-What do you mean?!” Kagome questioned with mass energy, sharply turning towards Inuyasha. “We had VI-”

“HEY! YOU TWO AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE BACK HERE!”

“Shit,” Inuyasha spat. The boy ran and snatched Kagome, “It was great meeting you…” He looked at the other boy with jealous eyes, “But we gotta go” 

And with those words, the two made their escape.

“INUYASHA, WHAT ARE YO-”

“BABE, LESS TALKING MORE RUNNING”

Inuyasha kept a tight grip on the girl’s hand as he bursted through the door and bolted out of the room; the two security guards right on their tails.

The stadium was once again flooded with guards, ticketers, and crazy psycho fans, making it seem nearly impossible to succeed with their escape. Inuyasha pushed and shoved through the flowing crowd while the security guards had it easy and had the crowd part its ways for them.

The amount of popcorn that went flying to the roof and sodas that were spilling over children didn’t stop Inuyasha from getting out of harm’s way.

“KAGOME!” he thrusted the girl onto his back. “HOLD ON TIGHT”

“O-Okay!!” she croaked.

The boy was slipping and sliding through the endless crowd while the security guards lacked a few seconds behind. His wind nearly knocking everyone over. Unfortunately for him, the spill at gate seven came back as karma.

Inuyasha ran across the stained spot, falling face first and sending Kagome flying backwards. He slid a few tiles ahead while the girl landed right in front of the guards’ grasp.

“DON’T TOUCH HER!” he demanded. “J-Just take me, alright?!” he struggled to get back on his feet.

“Cute,” the bigger guard spoke. “But we’ll just take both of you love birds,” he held onto Kagome.

“Dammit, it wasn’t her-”

“SAVE IT,” the second guard roared. “You’re both busted.”

The two were held in a small room. They shared a small bench and were handcuffed to a pole on the opposite side of them. The two security guards piercing their eyes like sharp swords.

“Why…” Kagome faced Inuyasha. “... didn’t you tell me what happened?”

Inuyasha hung his head in shame, “I didn’t want to disappoint you, babe…” He faced the wall, “I wanted you to have the best birthday… but I messed up and bought fake tickets.”

“Inuyasha…” Kagome slid over and kissed his cheek. “This has been the best birthday.”

The boy’s eyes widened, “W-What…?!”

She giggled and nuzzled his head, “You did all of this… for me.” She looked in his eyes, “We broke into my favorite artist’s concert… I was literally inches away from him.” Kagome swooned, “And it was all worth it.”

Inuyasha leaned in as far as he could and Kagome met his the rest of the way. The two’s lips swirling in passionate satisfaction; both smiling as their tastes mixed.

If you ask Kagome what her best birthday was, she’d say this one.

[exomatseumnida]

hi,can i request a suho scenario where you've just woke up from a coma and you can't remember anything and he nearly give up of helping you to remember,angst and a happy ending? thank youu and have a great day ^.^

Here you go! I hope it is angsty enough because I was too absorbed into writing this I forgot EXO were kings (and still are) 

The living room turned silent in a flash. Everyone lookedserious and was too shocked to utter a word. Sehun slowly placed his mug on thekitchen counter and walked up to Suho, as he has the closest relationship withthe leader. “Hyung…” he placed his hand on Suho’s shoulder. “I-I gotta go” Suhostormed out of the dorm. It was only a few seconds ago Suho was laughing offthe manager’s serious tone. He blamed himself for being too busy for the pastweeks. He blamed himself for practicing too seriously that he forgot to ask(Y/N) how her day went. He blamed himself for not answering his phone when hismanager called him yesterday, busy perfecting every moves for his EXO’supcoming world tour destination. (Y/N) was in an accident when he was out ofthe country, and his manager only knew about it when the company informed him,two weeks after she was hospitalized. Suho clenched his fist tight.

After being notified of (Y/N)’s ward number, he ran to thelift and quickly pressed the fifth floor button. Tears welled up in his eyesand soon, fell down, couldn’t handle the pain he was holding in. Suho stoppedin front of the door and wiped the tears with his black hoodie, (Y/N) favoritehoodie of his that she’d always wear during chilly days. After knocking andtaking a deep breath, Suho turned the knob and was greeted by (Y/N)’s parentsand best friends. “Joonmyun, you don’t have a schedule today?” her motherasked, eyes puffy and trying hard to swallow the lump in her throat. “N-no, Ijust, I’m sorry, I didn’t know about this, I should’ve known” he looked down,couldn’t stand the tears again. “It’s okay, son. It’s not your fault. We’llleave you two to talk. She just woke up yesterday” her father’s voice crackedand told them to leave him and (Y/N) alone.

On the bed lied a pale-faced (Y/N). Her body still frailafter fighting death for almost a week. She adverted soulless eyes to the manwho just entered her room and smiled. The smile that caught his attention yearsago and still, do. “Ah, sorry I can’t stand up and greet you” she said, alwaysso polite like she is. Suho smiled and pulled one of the chairs near to thebed. “Hey, are you…okay?” he looked at the eyes he loves to fall in. He wouldn’teven mind getting lost in the trance. “I’m pretty good, the doctor says I justwoke up from my coma.” She giggled. ‘Alwayspretending to be strong when you’re not’ Suho thought as a part of himcrumbled inside. “What…what happened?” his voice cracked. “I can’t remember –the doctor said I lost my memory..” Suho looked at her “..are you one of myfriends? Because some of them came in just now and said that Joonmyun was onhis way, are you Joonmyun?” she turned and looked at him. Suho froze. He couldn’tbelieve anything that (Y/N) said just now. He chuckled “yes, I am Joonmyun. Your Joonmyun”. “My Joonmyun?” she tilted her head, not getting what he said. “Ah…Isee you can’t remember me too then..” he mumbled and frowned. “I’m sorry, I-I’mreally sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you” she blinked, the guilt of not havingthe ability to remember everything occupied inside her. “No no! It’s not yourfault! I guess I’ll introduce myself first then. My name is Kim Joonmyun and Iam (Y/F/N)’s boyfriend, which is you, of four years.” Suho smiled, hardly. “Fouryears…that’s quite a long time” she smiled back.

…

A month after (Y/N) discharged only then her parents’allowed her to go back to her apartment, the one she shared with Suho wheneverhe is not tied with his schedule. “Suit yourself, I hope you still rememberyour apartment” Suho chuckled and placed the keys on the table. “I do” (Y/N)smiled and looked around. “It’s still the same though, from what I remember”she touched the velvet sofa. (Y/N) and Suho had also agreed to crawl back intotheir relationship, or start again. After changing to comfortable clothes,(Y/N) sat on her queen size bed, pulling the duvet away. “What are you doing?”she sat up and looked at Suho as he dropped the comforters on the floor. “I’msleeping on the floor?” he said. “Come up here. I don’t want you to miss mewhen you are away, besides you were rarely home.” (Y/N) kicked off the duvet.Suho suddenly stood up straight “yo-you, remember now?”. “You said you are apart of EXO and from what I know, you guys were on a world tour.” (Y/N)explained. “Ah..right” his shoulders slumped. The next thing what (Y/N) didreally surprised him. (Y/N) wriggled closer and placed her head on his chest. “Imust be so lucky back then for having someone who loves me so much” (Y/N) said.“You are still lucky now” he kissed (Y/N)’s head.

The next morning, Suho took her to a café for breakfast. Thefamiliar smell hit his nostrils and brought him to the day that changed hislife. “Why are we here? I could just cook for breakfast.” (Y/N) pulled out thechair after finding an empty spot “Are you doubting that I’d forget my cookingskills?” she smirked. “Wha- no!” he shook his hands, denying what she said. “Don’tyou remember?” he sat down. “Am I supposed to remember- ah..sorry, this placemust be something to us right?” (Y/N) bit her lips. Suho smiled “You dragged meout to Sephora, thinking I was your brother until you almost apply a lipstickon me”. (Y/N) face palmed “oh god, so embarrassing..”. “It was also the day Ifell for you and asked you for your number, and we would celebrate ouranniversary here, in this café, after we spend almost half an hour in Sephoraof course.” Suho laughed softly which gradually become music to (Y/N)’s ears. “Okay,I remember being a make up enthusiast” (Y/N) laughed too. “I’m sorry I couldn’tremember anything about us” (Y/N) looked down. “It’s okay, we’ll go throughthis together.” Suho held (Y/N)’s hands. “And the other reason why we are hereis..happy anniversary, (Y/F/N)” he kissed her hands.

…

Sadly after spending a week with Suho, he has to be awayfrom (Y/N) again. (Y/N) is alone again, the loneliness that she rememberedhating of. Suddenly, she remembered that she’ll video call with someone at latenight because of the constant time difference. “Why am I feeling so familiarwith this feeling?” she frowned. “This weird déjà vu..” she shrugged it off andwalked inside her bedroom, only to be greeted with a white box on her bed. “What’sthis?” she crawled up her bed and opened the box. A letter greeted her firstand she started reading it.

Hey (Y/N), it’s me Joonmyun. I’m sorry for leaving before stopping byyour apartment. Leaving you is always the hardest thing for me to do and I’msorry for not being there to help you recall our memories together. (Y/N), evenwhen you don’t remember me I will always love you. Even when you said the guyin blue jeans the other day is cute and apologized cutely, not remembering thatyou have a boyfriend (a very handsome one), I always love you. Even when youwere lying lifelessly on the hospital bed, I always love you. And even if youcan’t recall me and fall for any other guy out there….I will always love you. Iwant you to know that and since I couldn’t give you anything that day on ouranniversary, here it is. If you’re wondering why your walls are so empty, it’sbecause I kept the photos. I don’t want you to feel burdened in your own home.Don’t push yourself into remembering me, because I believe that nothing willtear us apart. I love you, (Y/N). I will always.

 (Y/N) burst into tears. She sobbed hardly and hugged theletter. How did she deserve someone who loved her with all his heart? This isunfair. Slowly she took out the pictures and wiped her tears away. The firstpicture was their first date, she finally remembers. The blinding carnival lights,the smell of popcorns and hot dogs and the night breeze that made her shiverand Suho, being the gentleman he is, took of his coat and put it over her. Thenext picture was (Y/N) and Suho on stage, the one when she first met EXO andattended their concert. Pictures after pictures, the memories came floodinginside her. She remembered. She remembered him. She remembered the person shecan’t live without, she remembered his annoying naggings, she remembered…KimJoonmyun. Quickly she took her phone and dialed his number, telling him to eathis veggies and send her regards to the whole EXO. Because that is what she’d alwaysremind him whenever he is away.

holy shit I wrote an essay for my national exam.