#god i want to meet azul's mom though. everything we know about her makes her sound AMAZING

[egophiliac]

Serious question.

Do you think we’ll see the parents/family of each of the guys???

Like, We’ve been TEASED with Ace’s brother, that I’m starting to think it’s just a reference to that Alice in Wonderland park character in Japan and nothing else….

Jack’s family, Ruggie’s grandma, Falena, Maleficia, Ms.Rosehearts, Just now Vil’s dad is in the picture which I am really happy but now I’m wondering about his mom, and so Deuce’s mom.

I mean, some HAVE a silhouette!! It could mean they do have a design in the making/ready to show. They could’ve shown us Falena in the Tamashina (hope I said that correctly) event, but didn’t (prolly to make Leona not so σ(▼□▼メ) and it’s understandable)

Anyhow, any idea/headcannon about this? Who do you want to see first?

I'm wondering if everyone might eventually get a travel event? like they've now introduced with Vil's that it doesn't have to be specifically hometowns, so that opens things up a lot! (especially if they have to figure out how to do three separate Coral Sea visits) (how would that even work otherwise)

but yeah, I hope everyone gets a chance! there's a lot of backstory characters I would LOVE to meet. :D :D :D though I do think some of them don't really suit the more light-hearted tone of the events (pretty sure you're right about that being why Falena wasn't in Tamashina-Mina, that would've just been. too much for Leona.) so like...we're probably not ever going to meet the Rosehearts. or Maleficia (although I maintain that this would be THE funniest possible way to introduce her outside of the main story, and actually I would love this a lot, can we please Twst) (I need to see her to put Malleus in a froofy little outfit and tell him what a handsome boy he is). but they've sprung surprises like Kifaji on us, and honestly anyone who shows up and tells embarrassing stories about characters' childhoods is good in my book!

characters off the top of my head who I most want to meet: literally any of the Zigvolts, Azul's mom, Ace's brother, Che'nya's grandfather (<- I think he would be a good one for Riddle) (please just any non-terrible adult in his life), any member of Rook's family because I need to see how they managed to produce him, and...really just whoever they can come up with for Silver.

[lovelybones81]

Unthinkable-Chapter 4

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, future smut, Language, Angst, mental health mention

Trigger: Panic/anxiety attack mentioned

Note: This chapter has lots of angst. I think I conveyed everything I’m feeling right now about real life in here. So I apologize if it;s too much.  

Chapter  4 -If You Lift Me Up

Manchester, UK 2010

Camille walked out of the bedroom at the same time her front door open. With the quilt in her hand, she took the steps toward the couch. “That was less than 15 minutes.” she observed.

Sebastian shut the door behind him. “I said she was boring.” the sheepish smile on his face. His eyes followed Camille as she sat down on the couch. Tilting his head slightly he asked. “Are you carrying a baby blanket?” smirking.

“So because she was boring it was easy to get rid of her?” she asked raising her eyebrow.

Shrugging Sebastian replied. “I didn’t say that.” he paused. “You just did.”

Shaking her head Camille spread the small yellow quilt over her bare legs, it didn’t cover all of her anymore, but it was still one of her favorite items from when she was little She rolled her eyes, ignoring his comment. Instead she corrected. “It’s my baby quilt. My abuelita made it for me. I’ve had it for as long as I can remember.”

Walking around to the front of the couch, he sat down a few inches from her. “Abuelita.” he repeated slowly. “That means ‘grandma’ right?”

Camille couldn’t help but smile over at him. “Si. Yes.” It was kind of cute how he had picked up on a certain Spanish words in the short time they had spent together. She hadn’t had as much luck picking up Romanian though.

He raised one arm up to head level and then brought it back down in victory. “Yes!”

Giggling Camille grabbed the television control from the coffee table. “You can be such a dork sometimes.” Turning the television on, Hulu on the screen.

“Multumesc dragoste.” he answered in Romanian, throwing a small decorative pillow in her direction. Adjusting himself so he sat opposite side from her and the couch. Their feet meeting in the middle and touching.

“You’re welcome ojos azules.” she replied, giving his foot a small kick. Okay, so she had picked up a few words here and there. It had kind of become their little game in trying to oust each other on their Native tongue. They had also made a pact to not look any of the words up on Google. The challenge was to see how much they could learn with just speaking it to each other. Even if it was only a small word here and there.

“So you do understand.” Sebastian asked in an accusingly tone.  

“Just the first word. I still don’t know what the second one means. Especially because you don’t use it all the time. I don’t think I have ever heard you say it to your mom on the phone.”  

Sebastian cleared his throat, and pushed back at her feet softly. “Maybe you’ll never know.” he mused tangling his legs in between with hers.

“I will figure it out.” she retorted, giving his legs a slight push. “Stop it Stan!” she giggled.

He glowered over at her. Stan was not a nickname he liked. And Camille knew it, she liked to use it once awhile to see the look on his face. His eyebrows would scrunch up together and his jaw would clinch in annoyance. It was the little joys in life. Having him make that face was one for her. He continued to mess with her legs, every once a in while he would place them on top of hers or give them a slight push. Camille realized she needed the distraction. After a few more moments of them play fighting, Camille finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry I ruined your date.”

Sebastian tossed his head back and let out a exasperated groan. “You didn’t ruin anything. You just made it easier for me to ask her to leave.”

“Poor girl.” Camille mused. Yet, it was not lost on her that he had stopped his date to be with her.

“She’ll be fine.” he assured. Glancing down at the quilt, he changed the subject. “Do you always carry this with you?”

Camille quickly reached for it, and brought it closer to her chest, pouting. “Why do you say it that way?”

“What way?!”

“Like it’s bad thing Sebastian.”

Sebastian raised his hands up in defeat. “I never said it was.” he argued. “I’m just curious that’s all.” he paused. “I mean it does look kind of…old.”

Of course it was old. She’s had it since she was a baby, she was now 27 years old of course, it had gone through some washes, and some retouches from her abuelita. Yes the edges the quilt were a bit rugged. But she loved it. She always would.

“I’ve had it for 27 years. It’s going to look a bit old. But it’s still warm and it brings me comfort. Especially when I’m away from home.” she threw him the same decorative pillow at his head. He grinned. “What?” she asked.

“I think it’s cute.”

Camille couldn’t help but blush at his statement. “Cute that I have this raggedy blanket?” she asked, feeling a bit self-conscience now. She rarely brought her blanket out. She usually kept it hidden in her room. David always made fun of her for it.

He shook his head. “No. Yes. It’s cute and endearing.” he stammered.  

“You know I lost it once at Disneyland.” Camille remembered. “My parents and my sister Nat had spent all day there and they were about to close and we got to the car, and I realize I didn’t have it.”

“How old were you?”

“I think I was 8? I just remember crying as if the whole world was falling apart you know? And we didn’t live in the city. We had drove down from San Francisco.” she paused as she brushed her fingers along the top of the quilt. “I remember my dad taking us back to the hotel, as I just cried and cried. Because I wanted my blanket back.” Camille smiled back at the memory. “He ended up going to back to the park that same night to look for it.”

“Did he find it?”

Camille nodded. “Yeah. When I woke up, he had covered me in it.” she whispered.

“Sounds like a good dad.” Sebastian observed.

“Yeah.” she murmured pressing her lips together. He was. Camille though to herself, letting her fingers trace the shapes on the quilt. She must have been lost in her thoughts for a bit longer than she expected because when she looked up Sebastian was looking at her curiously.

“So do you want to talk about why you’re with me tonight instead of David? Or are we going to watch some television?” he offered with a knowing smile.

Camille gave him a thankful smile, facing the screen. “'I Love Lucy’?” she suggested.  She wasn’t ready just yet to talk out loud about what happen earlier. And she was grateful that Sebastian seemed to understand.

“Can we watch the Vitameatavegamin episode?” Sebastian asked.

“I think I’ve seen that episode more times with you than I have ever seen it in my entire life.” she answered, pressing the play button on the control.

He moved a bit to get himself more comfortable on the couch. “It makes you laugh every damn time.” he reminded.

Sebastian was right that ‘I Love Lucy’ episode always made her laugh, no matter how many times she’d seen it. The next episode played automatically, but half way through the episode, Camille’s mind had began to wonder. Thinking about the events from earlier in the day. It had happened so quickly. One moment she was sitting with her fiancé enjoying lunch and getting ready to head out and see Manchester. And then the next thing she knew she screaming at him to get out. Maybe she hadn’t acted rational? Maybe she should have given him a chance to explain? That thought quickly left her when she remembered what David had done.

An affair. He had been having a god damn affair with someone else. Those text she read were enough proof.  It wasn’t an one night stand-not that it was any better. But David had been developing a romantic relationship with someone else for over 4 months. Maybe even longer.

Camille’s heart began to race rapidly against her chest, as her mind obsessively ran all types of scenarios of what this Ashley woman looked liked. And whether or not she had spent time in their home. Oh god. She probably been in their bed. They probably had sex in the bed they had both picked out together. She was beginning to feel dizzy. She needed to get up from the couch.

“I’ll be back, I have to use the restroom.” Camille quickly said getting up from the couch, but not waiting on a response from Sebastian.

Quickly making her way through her bedroom, and then closing the bathroom door behind her. She took in another shaky breath. She wasn’t going to cry, so far she’d managed to keep from do it. David wasn’t worth it. She was stronger than this, than crying. It was just another hurdle she had to get through. Pressing herself against the back of the bathroom door, she closed her eyelids together. As if she did that it would keep inside the tears and pain she was feeling. Sniffing she quickly wiped the tears with the back of her hand.

Get it together Camille.

 After a few more moments of talking herself down, using the breathing techniques she taught herself over the years, she walked back out of the bathroom.  The living room was silent. “Seb, you didn’t have to pause it.” Lightly rubbing her eyes, hoping she didn’t look she had just had a mini breakdown in the bathroom.

But instead of finding Sebastian on the couch, he leaned his whole body against the edge of couch, his arms folded across his broad chest, the look of concern in those blue orbs,  and that was all it took for Camille to break down. The tears spilled down her cheeks. Sebastian pushed himself from the couch, taking a step toward her.

“I got you.” he whispered as she crashed her whole body into his firm one. Sebastian quickly wrapped both arms around her, squeezing tightly. He buried his face in her hair. “I got you baby.” he repeated. Rubbing the small of her back with his large hands, Camille could only sob into the hollow of his strong chest. He was holding her tight, but Camille could feel the rise of her panic attack. Even though he was holding her the dizziness was surrounding her. Camille sobbed again into him. “Cam?” Sebastian murmured into her hair.

All she wanted was to stay in his arms forever it if was possible. It was the only place at the moment that felt safe. Because everything else was falling apart. Her relationship of 6 years was broken, and she felt broken. Camille had always been independent.  David was right about that, school, work always was a priority. But at the same time, was David. They had a history that went back 6 years. How could she give that up? How could he give it up?

“Cam.” Sebastian repeated in his soothing voice. “I need you to look at me okay?” he cooed softly. “Please Iubirea mea, look at me.” Grabbing her face with both of his large hands, he searched for her eyes. But she kept them shut, the hyperventilating taking over. “I know you’re having a panic episode and I want to help.” Sebastian stated. “But you have to open your eyes for me. Please.” he pleaded. Sebastian leaned back in whispering in her ear. “Remember what I said to you back in that office? In L.A.?”

Camille knew Sebastian was trying to distract her. But the panic attack was stronger at the moment. The last time she had one was right before flying out to Manchester. She had to call her sister Natalie to calm her down. Panic episodes were a sign of weakness right? It showed how much she couldn’t handle life situations. And she hated that Sebastian kept seeing them. Camille also realized that none of what she was thinking at the moment was practical. But the anxiety spoke differently.

“I said I wasn’t going anywhere.” Sebastian reminded. “And I’m still not going anywhere.” he promised. Camille slowly opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. He gave a small smile. “I’m right here.” pressing his forehead against hers. Camille gave a small nod, but the tears would not stop, her chest heaving. The tingleness in her hands and face was still there. “You need something to calm you down.” he observed. “Your face has gone completely white.” He glanced around the room, searching for anything that could help.  "Have you taken your medications today?“

Nodding Camille finally croaked out. “Y-yes”

“Is there anything else you can take? You’re shaking.” sounding worried.

“I-I have Ativan.”

He frowned. “Do you typically take that?”

Camille gave a small nod. “Only when I feel like I’m going to have a major episode.”  

“Okay, where do you keep it?”  

“In-in my bathroom cabinet.” she said hoarsely. The tears threaten to spill again. How could someone be this caring toward her?  She felt like she didn’t deserve it. Maybe David cheating on her was what she deserved. She had put their relationship on the back burner, and that’s why he had found someone else. Her chest heaved at the thought.

“Camille? Sit down on the couch, I’ll be right back with it.” he ordered. She did what he asked and sat down, writhing her hands together anxiously.

A few moments later he walked back out of the bathroom a small pill bottle in one hand, a glass of water in the other. Sitting down next her, he handed it to her. “How many?”

“Just one.” Camille managed to say.  "I don’t take it all the time.“

Sebastian opened the bottle placing the small pill into her hand, handing her the glass of water. Camille placed the pill in her mouth, drinking the glass of water after. The good thing about Ativan was that it worked pretty quickly. Usually within a few minutes placing the empty glass of water on the coffee table, she began to feel her breathing come back to normal. She hated taking the Ativan, she liked knowing she could control her own panic attacks.

"I’m sorry.” she managed to say after a few moments, her hands still shaking.

Placing one hand on top of hers he quickly said. “Don’t ever apologize. Got it?” Giving her a stern look. “Never Camille.”  She nodded tears prickling in her eyes again. “What can I do?” he asked.

Camille met his gaze, his eyes so soft and caring. She had never known anyone like Sebastian before. He was full of life. He saw the positive in everything and in everyone. And for whatever reason he cared about her. They connected in a level she had never done so with anyone else. There would be times where they didn’t have to say anything  to each other and they knew what the other was thinking. From the serendipitous way they had met to now.

“Camille?” he asked jogging her out of her thoughts. “What do you need from me?”

“Hold me? Please?” she said in a low whisper without thinking. “Can you just-?”

“Yeah, of course. That’s what I’m here for.” he murmured reaching out for her and pushing himself back to the end of the couch. “Come here.” he whispered. Camille did what he asked and crawled closer to him, aligning her body with his on the couch. Sebastian spread his legs just enough to make Camille more comfortable against his body. Pressing her cheek against his chest, she shut her eyes tight, tears spilling all over again. She felt Sebastian press a light kiss on the top her hair. But he didn’t say anything. He was waiting for her to speak first. Camille felt the tightness in her chest as she thought of David. It was as if had someone had stabbed her there. After what seemed a lifetime, Camille finally spoke.

“He’s been seeing someone else…” trailing off. Sebastian tighten his grip on her. But did not speak. “I think it’s been going on even before I left.” she whispered.

“I’m sorry.” was all Sebastian said.

“He says it’s because I’ve been gone. But I know it was happening before Sebastian. I know it. I was just too stupid to notice. Some things just make more sense now.” tears once again rolling down her cheeks and unto Sebastian’s shirt. Letting out a small bitter laugh, she lifted her head up. “I’m sorry. You’re going to have all these wet spots on your shirt.”

Sebastian pouted playfully. “You’ll just have to go buy me another one.”  

“I keep dragging you in all of my shit-”

“No.” Sebastian interrupted her. “This is what friends do Cam. I’m sure if I needed you, you would not hesitate to be there for me.” Biting her lower lip she nodded, and sat back up. Sebastian followed, leaning on his elbows slightly. “You’ll get through this.” he promised.

Camille nodded again but couldn’t say a word. The main thought and fear that had been running through her head since the morning finally left her lips. “He doesn’t want me and its all my fault.”

“This is not your fault. He did this. Not you. This is not your fault.”

Camille began to cry again. “He doesn’t want me.” Looking over at Sebastian with the tears spilling down her cheeks. “Why doesn’t he want me?” she whispered. “Why Sebastian?”

Sebastian reached out for her pulling her back into his arms and let her cry.