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sams-sass · 4 years

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Time after Time Pt.2

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Hi guys! Here’s the second part for Time after Time. Let me know if you want a third :)

Read Part One: Part One

Summary: You and Dean finally get to be together again.

Warnings: Fluff, smut

Characters: Dean, Sam, You, Cas, Jack, Jody, Donna, Claire and Alex-Mentioned

Parings: Dean x Reader

The two of you finally broke apart, still standing in the middle of the living room.

“Dean.” You breathed.

“Y/N.” He groaned, resting his forehead against yours. You smiled.

“Dean, there is something I need to tell you.”

“What is it, sweetheart?”

"It's about Jamie; we should talk in your room."

"Sure." He said, taking your hand and leading you to his bedroom. You both sat down on the bed and faced each other "What is it, baby?" He asked, never letting go of your hand.

"It's Jamie; it's his soul. I can feel it slipping away from me." Dean was serious now. Looking at you with hard eyes. "I am older now than I usually am when I have him."

“Ok, what do we have to do?” Dean asked you

"I need to get pregnant." You said, lifting your eyebrows.

“Ok.” He said, questioning you with his eyes.

“Like right now, Dean.” A smile broke out over his face as realization washed over him.

"Oh, I think we can take care of that." Before you could respond, he wrapped his arms around you and pushed you back on the bed. He kissed your lips before moving down your jaw and onto your neck. You were panting underneath him. The first time with him was always amazing, so full of love and passion. Your fingers worked on the buttons of his flannel, pushing it off his heated skin. His hands slid up your shirt, pushing it up over your head.

"You are so beautiful." His voice was breathy and his eyes dark.

"So are you." You said, unbuttoning his pants. You both smiled at each other as your clothes were quickly shed. Dean's hands ran up your hips, over your waist, and landed on your breasts. His fingers worked your nipples and his mouth left open mouth kisses across your stomach. You were a moaning mess underneath his skilled touch. His mouth descended lower, and you felt his tongue slide into your dripping core. Your hands raked through his hair, yanking occasionally. One hand left your breast and entered you as his tongue made circles around your clit. Your back arched, and his name left your lips as you came. He kissed his way back up your body and gave you no time to come down from your high before slamming into you in one thrust. You both moaned at the feeling.

“I missed you so much.” You mumbled against his shoulder.

"I have been waiting for you my whole life." He said as he pushed the hair off your sweaty forehead.

“I love you.”

"God, baby, I love you so much." He began to move, and both of you were taken higher and higher until you didn't know where you stopped, and he started. You reached your peak together, and Dean nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck as you both came down. His arms tightened around you, and you crossed your ankles and squeezed your thighs around his waist. You both left kisses on all the skin you could reach. This is what you waited for. All those years of searching, and you finally had him. It was perfect.

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You were in the kitchen looking for food to make for dinner when you felt him press himself into your back. His hands splayed out across your belly, and he kissed your neck affectionately.

"Does he feel closer?" He asked, running his finger through your hair.

“Yes, he does. Much closer.” You said with a smile. You turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What are you making for dinner?”

“Well, there isn’t much here. Is there a grocery store nearby?”

"There is, I'll make a run. Make me a list, so I know what to get." His hands were running up and down your back, and your fingers were playing with his hair. He gave you a sweet kiss and reluctantly let you go. You sat down and wrote some essentials down and handed him the paper.

"I'm going to call my friend, Cas, to come over for dinner. He will want to meet you." He said, smiling at you.

“Ok, I always like to meet the people you meet in your new life.”

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Dean knocked on Sam’s door.

“Come in!” Sam said.

“Hey man, I’m going to run into town for some a few things. Do you want to come or stay here with Y/N?”

“I’ll come with. Let her relax a bit.” Sam smiled at his brother.

"Good, you can help me," Dean said with a spark in his eye that Sam hadn't seen in years. The boys took the impala into town and got all the groceries on the list. After putting everything in the car, Dean leaned on the car and faced his brother.

"There is just one more thing I have to get," Dean said.

“Ok, where?”

"Follow me," Dean said with a small smile and a wave of his hand.

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They entered the bunker as you were just finishing taking a mental inventory of the entirety of it. It truly was expansive; it almost seemed like it never ended.

“This place is massive.”

“I know, it's awesome.” Dean smiled at you.

You made a quick dinner, some stir fry recipe you remembered from some blog you read once.

"Alright, boys." You said setting the things on the table. "Somewhat healthy for Sam, emphasis on the somewhat for Dean." You smirked. The door opened, and two men walked down the stairs. One had a kind face and blue eyes; the other looked younger with a boyish face and a wide grin.

“Hey, Cas.” Both boys said in unison.

“Hello.” Said the younger one.

"Oh, hey Jack, didn't know you were coming too," Sam said with a smile.

"I got your message; what's the emergency? Is something wrong?" His eyes landed on you.

"Cas, nothing's wrong, man! I wanted you to meet my….well….my Y/N." Dean said, slapping the man's shoulder and smiling at him. Confusion passed Cas’s face.

"I do not understand. I did not know you had a…Y/N." Dean smiled and then wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

"I'll fill them in, Dean; you enjoy your meal." You offered to rest your hand on his chest and to look up at him.

"Thanks, babe." He said, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. Obviously, the action was confusing to Cas as he just stared at the both of you with a furrowed brow. You motioned for Cas and Jack to follow you to the living room where the two of you sat in the chairs.

"I know this is going to be surprising and shocking, but Dean and I are soul mates. He and I have been spending our lives together since 1650. I am a witch; I always remember our lives when I enter a new one. I track him down and bring him back to me using a powerful spell. I gave it to him earlier today, so he now remembers the four lives we have lived together. He is my whole world. The lives we have lived together were full of happiness and love. I could never be without him; he is my home." You were smiling, and Cas and Jack were clearly confused, but you could also see something else in their eyes. Happiness. "Come on and eat; there is plenty, and I will answer any question you have."

“Thank you for your offer, but I don’t eat. I am an angel of the lord.” Cas said as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Right.” You said after a long pause. “Do you eat?” You asked Jack.

"Yes, I like to eat." He said, and you chuckled. "Well, come on then, I'm hungry." You all sat at the table eating and drinking. All you could see were smiles, and all you could hear was laughter.

The next morning you and Dean got up. You showered while Dean made some waffles and bacon. You all again sat around the table with full hearts and happy thoughts floating through your heads. After breakfast, Dean asked you if you wanted to go for a walk. You two were in the woods near the bunker, reminiscing on lives and learning more about each other in this life. You stopped by a pond, and Dean pulled you into his arms again.

"I thought a lot about this." He started. "Y/N, you are my life. Everything you are is everything I love about the world. I am so happy you found me, and now my life can finally start. Nothing in my life has ever felt sure but you. You are my world, my home. I was asleep before you, baby, and now that I am awake, I cant wait to spend every moment of my life making you happy. Will you once again marry me?”

"Yes, it will always be yes." You said as he pulled out a jewelry box from his pocket and slipped the band around your finger. You held each other for a long time laughing, crying and sharing sweet kisses. When you entered the bunker again, there were more people there, all of them cheering and clapping for you and Dean. Dean took you around the room and introduced you to Jody, Claire, Alex, and Donna.

"How did you all get here so fast?" Dean asked, so surprised.

"I called them all last night," Sam spoke up. "I knew you couldn't wait to get a ring on her finger again, called them before we even went to the jewelry store." Dean smiled at his brother and pulled him into a quick hug. Sam turned to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and mumbled a "thank you" into his chest. He ran his hand down your hair and kissed the top of your head.

The day passed the same as the one before, full of happiness, love, and learning about one another.

Three months later

You ran your hands over your starting to expand belly, and smiled. Jody and Donna entered the room, you turned to greet them.

“Ready, chicky," Donna said, grabbing your hand.

"Nothing I haven't done before." You all giggled. They helped you curl your hair and pin some of it back. You did your own makeup, a light natural look. I mean, you were getting married in a forest. They then helped you into your dress and shoes. You opted for a simple silk cream-colored dress you found when Jody and Donna took you surprise dress shopping. It hugged your curves and had a cowl back that you loved. There was a tentative knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Called Jody.

“Sam.”

“No boys allowed.” You all giggled again

“I just want to see Y/N.” He said as he opened the door. “Wow, you look absolutely gorgeous.” He said with a shy smile.

“Thank you.” You looked him in the eyes and smiled. “What’s up?”

"Dean asked me to give you this." He said, handing you a note. You took it from him, and he bent down to kiss you on the cheek. "I love you." He said.

"I love you too, Sam." He hugged you kissing the top of your head, and escorted Jody and Donna out of the room. You opened the note from Dean.

Y/N,

I know we have done this before, but I am still nervous. I just wanted you to have something of your own on a special day like today. I love you, and I can't wait for all this life, and the next will bring us.

-Dean.

Attached to the note with tape as a necklace. The same necklace he gave you in your last life after Selena was born. How did he? You turned the letter over. There was a P.S., that cheeky bastard.

P.S.- I buried the necklace near a tree in our last life right before the end so that this Dean would have something to give you on our wedding day.

Tears filled your eyes as you placed the necklace around your neck. You dabbed at your eyes and freshened up your makeup. Another knock sounded at your door.

"Come in." You said with a smile. Jack opened the door and gave you a smile that warmed every part of his face. You had gotten to know Jack over the last couple of months, and you thought he was just the cutest thing.

“It's time." He said, and instantly you felt butterflies dancing in your stomach.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go.” You answered with a hopeful grin.

Jack helped you out of the bunker and escorted you into the forest. Your heart was exploding fireworks throughout your body. Even though you were nervous, this felt right. It felt whole; you were complete once again. You got to the end of the aisle, and Jack stuck out his elbow. You slipped your hand in with a smile. You looked at Dean. He was staring at you just like he had every time. Love seeped out of every part of his body. He leaned back slightly to grab Sam's shoulder for support as you got near. Sam had the biggest grin on his handsome face. You finally reached them and immediately reached for Dean's hand. He took your hand in his and rubbed his callused thumb along your smooth skin. You gave each other one last smile then turned to face Cas. His speech was quick but meaningful, about always finding your happiness and holding on to it with all you have. You exchanged vows and rings.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife; you may kiss your bride," Cas said. Dean didn't miss a beat, leaning in to cup one hand around your cheek while the other came to grab your waist. His lips molded against yours, and cheers erupted in the background. When you broke apart, you both started to laugh as you turned towards everyone. You walked down the aisle again, this time as a married couple.

Your song was playing "Time after Time" by Margaret Whiting, and you were in each other's arms on the dance floor that Sam, Cas, and Jack had built. The trees were lined with Christmas lights and mason jars that had flameless candles in them. It was perfect.

"I can't wait for Jamie to get here," Dean said.

"Me too. He and Selena are just so perfect." You answered back.

"Just like their mom," Dean whispered in your ear, causing you to giggle and roll your eyes.

“Time after time.” You said.

“Time after time.” He agreed.

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markusxcamlann · 4 years

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i lied, all the one word prompts for alarick 🙃

Mentions of @sanemvidalis & @antonylcts

tw: blood, tw: death, tw: violence

goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.

This was always the worst part, though ego forbade the man from admitting as much out loud. Goodbyes were not something that Markus excelled in, all that had been taken from him had to be ripped away. Such was the way of Kings. This was no different, there was an entitled part of the man that wished Alarick to be by his side always, but, such a thing was unreasonable. And Markus, if he was anything, was a man of stalwart reason.

The vampire stepped in, his hand smoothed the lapel of Alarick’s jacket, the length of his coat was ridiculous but Markus enjoyed the werewolf’s somewhat unique sense of style. It was very Trinity a la The Matrix.

“What?” Came the eloquently phrased question from Alarick, something of an endeared smirk on Markus’ lips played in return. It had been so long since he’d felt the pang of another’s departure, but that was more than the other would ever admit.

“Nothing, I’ll see you tonight,” Markus pressed his lips to Alarick’s, “now get out.”

secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.

“I was sixteen.” Alarick whispered, the only light that filled the room was the dim glow of the alarm clock on the night stand, Markus’ eyes had adjusted to adapt to the illuminated frame of the man next to him. Alarick was flat on his back, an arm folded behind his head as dark eyes remained fixated upon the ceiling, “It was my first shift.” There was a cant of his jaw as Alarick’s earthy brown eyes turned to reach for the vampire’s cerulean hues, eyes that broke the darkness and remained fixed upon the other.

Markus lay on his side, faced towards Alarick as one hand propped up the side of his head while the other rested idly across the werewolf’s chest.

“What happened to them, Alarick?” “I killed them.”

Markus had asked after the man’s family, unaware that the story was one that brought Alarick no small measure of pain.

“I was sixteen,” he repeated, “and after my first shift I woke up outside of my cage, covered in their blood I -”

‘You had no control.” Markus interrupted, “You were just a child, you couldn’t have known what you were doing, The mistakes you made in the past do not define the man you are today.”

nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.

All at once Markus was torn from sleep, the vicious wrapping at his door was enough to rip the man from his bed, sparing only enough time to glance at the clock to see that it was, in fact, the absolute middle of the night. He did not know who would have the gall to bother him at this time, but they were surely about to meet their end for the offence.

Markus pulled open the door, ready to eviscerate whomever was still fucking knocking, but all at once was deflated at the sight of Alarick’s pale, shaking frame as he pushed through the door into the hotel room. A quizzical look crossed the vampire’s face as Alarick rambled unintelligibly about whatever horrors he’d seen.

Their eyes met and as if reading his expression, Alarick once more returned to himself and headed to the door, he reached for the handle when Markus caught his arm.

“Wait,” the vampire stated, his eyes pleading. “stay, stay here with me.”

push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.

“I told you already, I don’t need to eat.” Markus deadpanned,

“Yeah, but I fucking do.” Alarick repeated, it was another instance where the werewolf wanted the vampire to join him in doing something that Markus just wasn’t interested in. Like going to a restraurant together, what an absolute waste of his time.

“No.” Markus said again, “I’ll meet you later after you’ve been fed.” The vampire chided with something of a snarl, his head turned back towards Alarick as he continued walking. He turned just as a bus began to blare on its horn before he was all of a sudden ripped backwards.

“Yeah well, I just saved your stupid dead life. Now c’mon, you’re buying.”

embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.

Markus wasn’t one for surprises, he never enjoyed them, and he certainly never suggested them, but Alarick and Sanem brought out a different side to him. One that felt distinctly sentimental, not that he’d ever admit as much out loud, the vampire had invited them both over under false pretenses, but knew already that Sanem was being held up at the flower shop. When the door opened, Markus called out from the kitchen: “I’m in here!”

Confused, Alarick rounded the corner before he crinkled his nose, “What stinks?” The werewolf asked before he made his way over towards the stove, Markus, while good at a great many things, had not ever had to make a meal for himself. The recipe had been easy to follow, but as Alarick’s face paled at the sight of the pot he knew something was wrong. It probably wasn’t supposed to be that grayish color.

“I’m cooking?” Markus offered, a grin cracked across Alarick’s features before his arms came to wrap around the vampire from behind.

“Maybe don’t... ever again, I’ll order pizza, Sanem’s going to be here soon.”

bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.

Markus could smell the approach of fresh blood well before it arrived at his door, Alarick burst through the opening and with wide eyes he saw Alarick’s features plainly. Pale and shaking with tattered clothes that were covered in blood.

“They attacked us.”

“Who?” Markus was already at his side, helping him to the couch as Alarick’s glazed expression revealed more than the vampire was willing to admit.

“I - I don’t know, but they summoned the pack tot hem and they... They killed Katerina.” The admission broke whatever staleness had filled the air, the Alpha was dead, the implications were clear.

“Alarick you, you have to go to your pack, they’ll be looking for you.” Markus said definitively, Alarick didn’t look like he was in any shape to go anywhere, and absently the vampire simply sighed. “Come on, lets get you cleaned up first, tell me everything that happened.”

drunk : my muse takes care of ��your muse while they are in a drunken state.

It was rare that Markus drank enough to become inebriated, some days it felt impossible, but as he stumbled over his feet it was Alarick’s reassuring arms that kept the vampire from falling flat on his face.

“You’re pretty,” Markus chimed, to which Alarick simply groaned in response. “pretty fucking stinky.” He felt the ground as his heavy frame collided with the concrete. “Ow.” Markus said as he scratched at his face and rolled onto his back, he looked up to see Alarick standing over him shaking his head. “Wha-?”

“You’re really gonna make me do this aren’t you?”

“Do what?”

Markus felt his body leave the ground as Alarick slung him over his shoulder, he wanted to contest, but just ended up falling asleep instead.

bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.

Markus felt something heavy across his chest, the vampire blinked awake and looked down to see the man he’d met at the bar the night before with his head rested idly against his chest, an arm draped across Markus’ waist as the vampire brushed the flat of his thumb across the werewolf’s lower back. He sniffed, unable to forget the smell that radiated off of the werewolf.

Alarick shifted and looked up at Markus, bleery-eyed.

“Who the fuck are you?”

slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.

The resounding smack echoed across the street, Markus made a face as he canted his forcibly turned head back towards Alarick. His face beat red as he all but snarled at Markus.

“Take it back,” Alarick demanded.

“No.” Markus reprised, amused more than anything that the werewolf went so far as to strike him.

“Fuck you.” Alarick hissed before he pushed past Markus,

“Alarick,” Markus sighed, but the wolf kept walking storming off down the street as he continued to push his way through the throng of people they’d just made a scene in front of. “Alarick wait!” He shouted, somewhere Markus was kicking himself, he’d have to make up for this tonight.

gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.

What an idiot.

That’d be the last thought that ran through Markus’ head as he’d foolishly stepped in front of a gunshot aimed at the werewolf. How long had the three of them spent in search of a cure? A way to sever his connection from Persephone forever. The trials, In the end, were to find not one, but two of some of the rarest species that the vampire had ever encountered. The request had not been taken lightly of the pair of Oneiroi, what obligation did they have to help them?

It was She who’d convinced them. And She was there now, too. Sanem was crying, apologizing as she moved to cradle Markus’ head in her lap, blood spluttering from his mouth, down his lips as Alarick sank beside her.

We have to go.

That was Alarick’s advice, and he wasn’t wrong, there were more of them coming. Already he sounded far away, as if in order to survive the only option was to build a wall between them. How many years had they ended up with together? Markus could not bring himself to regret a moment of them, even the decisions that brought them here, at least the they would have each other. Medrault’s end was long overdue, he’d rest now, return to his family at last, for one final time, the witch would greet his brother as he’d known him only once before.

I’ll bring you back, She whispered these words against his ear and he gripped Sanem fast, Markus had walked that path for too many years, gone the way of Apollo to force another to bring back his brother.

“No.” Markus sighed, Alarick was pulling her to her feet and Markus slipped from her hands, his gaze met the pair of eyes one final time as the witch let out one final sigh. His last words still on his lips: “Live.”

scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.

The vampire shrieked and all at once Alarick had burst into the bedroom to find Markus standing on top of the bed. “Spider!” Markus shouted as he pointed to the eight-legged freak that crawled in the corner of the room.

“Seriously?” Alarick asked before he shook his head and grabbed a cup.

sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.

Markus didn’t like sleepovers, in fact, he preferred to sleep alone. Apparently, Alarick preferred otherwise. He was a loud creature, but only when he was sleeping. Most days it was painful trying to get anything out of him, but when he slept there was a symphony of chainsaws that rumbled from Alarick’s sinuses. On several occasions Markus had considered snuffing the noise out with a pillow, but he’d relented and purchased ear plugs instead.

Now, however, Alarick had fallen asleep with his head in the vampire’s lap. There seemed to be no escape for him, and the werewolf was not moving anytime soon, Markus could tell by how deep the rumbling snores had become. Absently, the vampire tilted his head back and closed his eyes, they could nap, it’d be fine for a while longer.

stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.

Markus wandered absently from the hotel to the bar up the road Styx. All at once he could detect the presence of someone following behind him, the vampire sniffed the air a few times, he recognized this stink in particular.

“Were you waiting there long?” Markus mused, he tossed his gaze behind him all at once, too quickly for Alarick to duck behind the hedges he’d been trailing next to.

“I’m just... walking.” Alarick huffed as his face began to glow three different shades of scarlet.

“Uh huh.” The vampire mused before he lingered for a moment so that he could fall into an easy step next to Alarick. “I need to find something to eat,” Markus offered, “you planning on watching?” The vampire cocked his brow at the werewolf before Alarick all but grunted and came to a halt, a heavy roll of his eyes.

“You’re disgusting.”

“Perhaps, but I do need to eat. Wait for me.” Markus chimed as he kept walking, his gaze canted towards Alarick as the distance between them grew. “Feel free to order yourself something to the room.”

sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.

What an idiot.

Markus would remember that as his final memory of the werewolf who’d foolishly stepped in front of a bullet that was intended for the vampire. Tipped with olive wood, the shots had been aimed straight at his heart. All at once Markus was at Alarick’s side, Sanem shortly behind as she attempted to whisper words of power that would mend such injuries. The vampire had lived through enough battled to knows that she would not be successful. He considered turning him, but where was consecrated ground? They were in unfamiliar territory looking for something that was supposed to cure Markus.

And the bullet shrapnel was scatted all through his heart, even if Markus managed to get him somewhere where he could be turned, his afterlife would be short lived.

“Idiot.” Markus hissed, he felt betrayed and yet he didn’t know how that could be possible - would he have really preferred to die over Alarick? Yes, of course. “How could you?” Sanem was weeping, whatever words of power were choked through tears that fell onto the wolf’s hulking figure.

Markus had fallen to his next to Alarick, angry and hurt and angry. Even from here, he could hear the wolf’s last words as he whispered them into Sanem’s ear.

“Take care of him.”

Markus blacked out and when he came to he felt someone tugging on his jacket, “Markus!” Sanem pleaded, “Markus!” Through bleary eyes he turned to see her stood beside him as she hauled on frame with all her might, blood splattered across her clothes. It wasn’t hers, she wasn’t even injured. But there was blood in his mouth, blood across his lips, his stomach was so full he thought he might wretch. The vampire turned to see a massacre, Alarick’s murder avenged, but more were coming.

“Markus please we have to go!” The vampire nodded and let himself be drawn towards safety, drawn towards her, he’d watched the light fade from Alarick’s eyes. Idiot, he’d thought.

trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scars, asking them about it.

“And this one?” Alarick asked as he pressed his lips to a gnarled and angry scar just below Markus’ shoulder blade.

“A sword, Arthur needed one of his Knights to stab me in the back before he could take me down.” The vampire lamented, he leaned back into the bathwater and let his frame relax against Alarick’s while the wolf gently moved the wash cloth across his chest.

“And this one?” Alarick asked, his fingers traced another scar on his chest, a decent miss from his heart, the dagger hadn’t done more than strike bone, but still, it had hurt.

“Agravain, he at least had the balls to come at me from the front.” Markus added lightly, things had not always been simple between his brothers and he, but they had all come to follow him eventually.

Alarick laughed, his lips on Markus’ temple, “Did you have any family that didn’t try to kill you at some point?” The vampire was sure that the question had been asked in jest, but there was a cruel truth behind it.

“No.”

love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.

“How many times do I have to say it before you fucking say it back?” Alarick asked, brow furrowed as he cornered the vampire, Markus was confused, and he let as much show on his face as the wolf came for him.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Markus sighed, “I’d like to pretend I didn’t.” The vampire admitted as he brushed past Alarick, at some point the wolf had joined him in his suite, full time, but there was a need to keep a distance between them. He wasn’t someone who’d ever thought he’d say those words again, just because Alarick had blurted it out once, and hadn’t stopped since, didn’t mean Markus was going to.

“Fuck you.” Alarick spat, the words hurdled at the back of Markus’ head struck a blow, the normally collected vampire rounded on the werewolf at once.

“Because I don’t want to. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Bullshit.” Alarick stared defiant, his eyes burned into the vampire before Markus wove a hand through his hair and let out something of a sigh.

“It’s not something I say lightly... And when I do say it, I want it to be the right time, not just because I have to say it back.” The words landed but had little impact, this time it was Alarick’s turn to brush past Markus and head for the door.

“Well, call me when you think the time’s right.”

piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.

Markus was walking along the boardwalk when all at once Alarick was on his shoulders, the vampire wavered for a moment but then sighed. “You’re impossible.” He steadied himself and carried his boyfriend across the pier, there was a pride parade happening somewhere, and Alarick was determined to be seen this year.

hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.

He had tried to heal him, but whatever afflicted Alarick was something that not even vampire blood could heal. How many days had Markus been sat in the corner of the hospital room, he’d compelled away anyone who questioned his presence, or attempted to have him removed. Now and then he’d sneak bites of the nursing staff, patch them up, then let them be on their way. The vampire knew that Alarick had to wake up eventually, that there was no way the werewolf would simply stay as he was.

Days rolled on, Sanem relieved him here and there, she researched ways that magic might cure him whenever she was away. Or so she claimed, there was a part of him that wondered if she even believed Alarick could wake, or if that was some lowly part of the vampire that was projecting.

“Please,” Markus pleaded, days had rolled into weeks, into months, and the vampire did not know how much longer he could remain here. The wolf wouldn’t live for more than eighty years, somehow that seemed a short while to wait if it meant he could be present when Alarick awoke. Months turned to years, and on the fourth year, Markus returned for what would be too many visits now to count. They had moved the werewolf out of the hospital, found a home in the countryside, hired a staff to attend to him. This way their lives could go one, but Alarick was always going to be close, always going to be home.

“I love you,” Markus whispered, he pressed his lips to Alarick’s forehead, pushed strands of graying hair from the face that had remained classically handsome. “I’m sorry I never said it sooner.”

The vampire moved to head to the door, when his finely attuned ears picked up a breathy whisper from behind him.

“I love you, too.”

nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.

Markus stepped out of the showed and wandered into the bedroom, he caught sight of watch on the mantle over the fire place and walked over towards it. The vampire picked it up and recognized it as Alarick’s immediately, as if summoned, the werewolf entered the bedroom once more, eyes suddenly wide as Markus stood completely bare, and dripping in the bright light of day. Alarick appeared stunned and Markus felt a wry smirk drench his lips as he stepped towards the werewolf.

“Forget something?”

murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.

Markus ripped ravenously into the throat of his latest victim, they writhed in his arms, unable to scream, unable to do much more than squirm until their body went limp. Yet still, the vampire continued to consume, blinded by his own frenzy, he felt his own phantom pulse in his throat as he tasted once more the desiccation, the familiarity of starvation. Anxious and panicked Markus drank more and more, he continued to drink until there was nothing left, nothing but the force of his own hunger as he pulled nothing but emptiness from a tapped out resource.

The body hit the ground and Markus brought his gaze up, he saw the horrified look in Alarick’s eyes, the feeling of white hot shame as it poured over the vampire. Then all at once, he was gone. Markus ran.

wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.

“I’m not going in.” Markus cemented, but Alarick just met his gaze with his own, something of a smirk on his lips before the wolf pulled his shirt off and over his head. His pants were down next before he kicked them across the sand at the vampire’s feet. Alarick took a few steps back, his smile a tease as he slipped into the water.

“Suit yourself.” Alarick said before he tossed his underwear at the vampire’s feet, Markus sighed before he shook his head. All at once he pulled off his ties and worked aptly at the buttons on his dress shirt to join the wolf in the water.

#kaanerdcgan #corinth.meme #me answering memes from weeks ago? unheard of #tw:death #tw:violence #tw:blood

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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years

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Crush // Shawn Mendes mini-series part 2

part 2 wohoooo!! this is honestly such a cute story i love writing it, im currently finishing the last part so i’ll probably update very soon!

part 1

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The awkwardness soon vanishes. This clear new chapter we just opened with Shawn allows me to loosen up and just enjoy a nice evening. Aaliyah and Eric seems satisfied with the outcome, the parents seem to hit it off quite easily and when we leave they already start making plans for another meetup.

“It was so nice meeting you!” Karen sighs happily as she hugs goodbye to all of us.

“You too, email me that recipe you told me about!” Mom points at her and she nods her head laughing.

I’m just about to step out of the house when Aaliyah grabs my wrist and pulls me back. I look at her with furrowed eyebrows.

“I need your help with a little something. Can you come over sometime tomorrow?” she whispers confidentially.

“Um, yeah. Around what time?” I ask.

“Three pm?”

“Sure,” I smile at her and she lets go of me.

On the way back home I’m thinking about what Aaliyah could need help with and the only thing I have in mind is Eric’s birthday that is on the 29th. She must be planning something special for him.

I call Maddi around midnight when I’m already in my pj’s, but I know she must be still up, maybe even drunk. For my surprise, she answers the phone quite modestly.

“How was the family union?” she asks chewing on something. I throw the cushions off of my bed and crawl under the blanket.

“Um, very interesting,” I chuckle closing my eyes and just shaking my head at the thought of the evening.

“Uh, spill the tea!” She cheers clearly very thirsty for some drama, though this story is not as juicy as she would want it.

“Guess who Aaliyah’s brother is!” I say, but I don’t expect an answer so I just continue. “Shawn Effing Mendes.”

“What?! Are you kidding me?” She gasps. “How did Eric forget to tell you this small detail?”

“Apparently, he thought it doesn’t matter to me, which is kind of true, but there is more.”

“What more? Did he hit on you? Because I’m not talking to you again if he did. He is hot!”

“No, he didn’t, but what you don’t know is that we have history.”

“Okay, now I’m confused!? How do I not know about this?”

“Well, remember my ex, Dylan? I told you about him.”

“Yeah, the asshole who cheated on you,” she hums.

“Well, Dylan and Shawn used to be best buds when we started dating, but the guy hated my guts, or so I thought. He was always mean to me, talking against me and just… avoiding me like the plague.”

“I thought he is the nicest person on earth.”

“He might be now, but when I knew him, he treated me like shit. So it was pretty awkward to see him again after all these years.”

“And how did it go? Was he an ass again?”

“No. He was… nice. Well, we both acted awkward in the beginning, I didn’t know if he would continue his act with me, but he turned out to be nice. And then at one point he told me he is sorry for everything in the past and he was just acting like that because he wanted to amuse Dylan.”

I turn to my side and stare out the window.

“That’s good, right? I mean, he grew out that mean phase and he is all good now.”

“Yeah, it’s just still weird to be around someone I knew from my Dylan phase.”

“But it’s Eric who is dating Aaliyah, why would you be constantly around him?”

“Aaliyah asked me to go over tomorrow, I think she is trying to put a surprise together for Eric’s birthday, so I’m spending the afternoon at the Mendes house.”

“Oh, then keep me updated about the details and sneak me a shirtless photo of Shawn please.”

“Maddi!” I scoff laughing. “Why would I even see him shirtless?”

“Maybe he likes wandering around in his home without clothes on, how would I know?!”

“Unbelievable. I’m going to sleep.”

“Bye bitch,” she sighs making me roll my eyes at her smiling.

“Bye.”

I sleep late the next day, it’s past noon when I actually make it downstairs looking like a real human being. Eric and Dad are watching a documentary on WW II. while Mom is reading the newspaper at the dining table. I join her with a bowl of cereal.

“Do you have any plans for today?” She smiles at me over her narrow glasses as she turns a page. I lean closer hitting a confidential tone.

“I’m helping Aaliyah today, she asked me to go over around three.”

“Oh, birthday surprise for Eric?” she asks clearly excited.

“I think yeah.”

“Great. And you will probably see Shawn again.” Winking at me she puts the papers down.

“Why does that matter?” I ask with my mouth full. She caresses my cheek before standing up and walking over to the sink for some water.

“Isn’t he a nice young man? I think the two of you would look cute together.”

“Mom, you are literally talking about the biggest pop sensation, he is not really the kind of guy who just casually dates,” I say.

In my mind all these celebrities are living their wildest life. Even if I were interested in Shawn in any way, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t even get in the game, he must have thousands of girls waiting for him in line. We are not really on the same page.

“Oh, come on. You guys knew each other in high school, you have a past, that connection must mean something!”

“He was an ass to me!” I blurt it out making her eyebrows raise.

“He was? What did he do?”

“It’s nothing,” I roll my eyes, but Mom gives me a demanding look. “He just didn’t seem to like me no matter what I did, he was avoiding me most of the time when I was with Dylan and also made some pretty rude comments sometimes.”

“Maybe he was into you,” Mom shrugs and I almost choke on the milk.

I start coughing like I’m about to die and my eyes start watering when I’m finally able to breathe evenly again.

“No fucking way!”

“Charlie! Language!” She hisses at me, but there is a smile hiding in her eyes. “You know, young boys tend to do it. They are mean to the girls they like.”

“Mom, it wasn’t in kindergarten, it was ninth grade or something. I think he just really didn’t like me back then and I don’t blame him.” I was annoying, thinking back at it. But hey, all teens are annoying!

“You can never know,” she sighs.

I totally ignore the theory Mom tried to make me believe, there is absolutely no chance of the nonsense she told me, and this is what I keep telling myself as I’m on my way to the Mendes house.

“Hey!” Aaliyah greets me with a wide smile. She is now wearing some more comfortable clothes than the last two times I saw her, the grey sweats and lose white shirt must be her home wear. “Come in! My parents are out at a friend’s place, and Shawn…” she starts, but just when she is about to finish he appears on the top of the stairs.

“Is here,” he chimes in. I look up and there he is, in a pair of checked pj pants and a black shirt. Looking at it, I think Aaliyah has his shirt on, it seems like the same size.

“Hi,” I smile at him.

“Come, let’s sit.” I follow Aaliyah into the living room and we sit down to the couch next to their Christmas tree. From the corner of my eyes I see Shawn going into the kitchen and for a moment I’m actually disappointed he is not coming with us.

“So. I want to surprise Eric with cooking for him, but I have no idea what. I tried to find out what’s his favorite, but he says it’s his favorite to everything!” she growls frustrated. I shake my head laughing.

“That’s typical.”

“Yeah. So do you have anything in mind?”

“Well, he really like tiramisu. He can eat tons of it, all the time. That’s good for dessert,” I offer. Aaliyah has her phone in her hands and she is typing everything I say down.

“Okay, got it.”

“Um, he likes gazpacho. He thinks it sounds fancy and you know, he likes everything with ketchup, so a soup that tastes like tomato was made for him.”

“Oh yeah, he pours so much ketchup into his sandwiches, it’s crazy,” she rolls her eyes jokingly. “Okay, so gazpacho. Anything else?”

“Um…” I try to think about the times we went to restaurants and Eric got really excited over the food. “Oh, we were once at a place and he ordered grilled mushrooms and he couldn’t stop moaning, it was very embarrassing, but I guess this meant he really liked it.”

“Grilled mushrooms, perfect,” she nods to herself noting everything down. “Do you mind helping me pick out his gift too? I have a few ideas, I want to go into the city and buy it tomorrow, I already looked up some jumpers online, but I can’t really decide.”

“Sure, show me!”

We spend the next thirty minutes scrolling through everything she had saved as a possible gift. She found some really nice ones, her taste is fantastic. As the time is passing I’m starting to feel like I’m with a friend and not with my brother’s girlfriend and I’m just hoping Eric will keep her around for a long time.

She asks me to stay a little bit longer so she can show me the awkward photos she has taken of Erik since they’ve been dating, but she gets a call and excuses herself quickly. I stay there in the living room, looking around a bit, I haven’t really had the chance yesterday, I was too occupied with the situation.

Shawn walks in, this time he has a headband on, keeping his locks back from his face.

Damn, Maddi is right. He is hot.

I shake my head at the thoughts and try to look as casual as possible.

“How is the birthday planning going?” he asks plopping down on the couch next to me.

“Good, Aaliyah basically had everything right, I just had to choose the best options.”

“How crazy is that our younger siblings are dating? I mean, I was thinking about it yesterday, the last time I saw Eric, he was about twelve or something. No wonder why I didn’t recognize him when I met him,” he chuckles and I nod agreeing. Aaliyah changed a lot in the past years too.

“Yeah. Strange that they are not babies anymore. I mean, I’m still mad that Eric is taller than me.”

“Oh I remember how you always wanted to get taller!”

“You remember?” I ask surprised. I used to never stop talking about my height, later I accepted my fate.

“Yeah, I remember once you told Dylan how you want to wear the highest heels to the dance so you two can be the same height.”

I laugh at the memory. I remember it too, it was quite early in our relationship and Dylan asked me out for the Halloween dance. I wanted to look taller and told Dylan I would wear heels. Of course, I ditched the plan as I found out how uncomfortable they are and ended up wearing my Converse.

“And at the end I looked like a punk princess with my Converse and mini skirt,” I scoff at the thought of my outfit for that night.

“I think you looked pretty,” Shawn says and I look at him. I catch his small smile before he shakes his head clearing his throat. What the Hell? “High school feels so far away, right?” he quickly says.

“Um, well for you I guess, for me… not really,” I chuckle shaking my head. “Your life got turned upside down, but not much has happened to me since then.”

“What? I don’t believe you. I’m sure you’ve been having plenty of fun. Parties, dates and everything.”

I can’t help, a sad smile plasters across my face. He can’t be more wrong.

“Not really… I had some rough years after Dylan and I split.”

“Can I ask what happened? I mean, after the split,” he shyly asks.

“Well, since I was a dumb naïve little girl, I needed an entire year before I could even think about getting to know other guys. Now it all just seems like the biggest bullshit. I shouldn’t have cared that much. And I’m not a fan of partying, I only go out on birthdays and maybe New Year’s Eve,” I shrug. Maddi has been trying to boost me up a bit, she attempts to drag me out every month or so, but I’m really not that kind of type. I thought I was, when I was with Dylan, he was a popular guy, I kept going to these lame parties with him in the last year of our relationship, but I never really enjoyed them. Shawn was long gone by then.

“I’m sorry Dylan played you so bad.”

“It’s fine, I mean, not your fault,” I chuckle. “But what happened to you and him?”

He sighs scratching the back of his neck.

“Not sure, I guess we grew apart and I realized that he is an ass. When I became a private student we kept in touch, but I met new people and I saw how different a friendship can be, so… I cut him off, I guess.”

“Did you guys fight?”

“Not really,” he shakes his head. “Well, we had one last very awkward phone call when I was in Atlanta, if I remember right. It was forced and… just awkward, really,” he chuckles shaking his head.

“And your life has been better since Dylan is out of it, right?” I grin at him.

“Yeah, you must know about it.”

I laugh nodding. I know everything about it!

Before I could even think about what I’m saying, my mouth just opens and the words roll down.

“The only good thing I got from my relationship with Dylan is that I know you now.”

My eyes widen and I wish I could take it back.

“I- uh I mean…”

I don’t even know why I’m so nervous suddenly, I didn’t even tell much. But for some reason, I can feel myself blushing.

“I meant that he basically ruined my senior year and I needed so much time to get myself over him, but at least now we can talk like, normal people,” I quickly add somehow saving the situation.

“What do you mean he ruined your senior year?” he asks with furrowed eyebrows and I’m happy he didn’t get caught up on what I said before that.

“Well, he successfully made me push all my friends away, leaving me totally alone when we broke up.”

“Wait, what? How about that friend of yours, um… I don’t remember her name, you always sat together at lunch.”

“Rochelle. Oh Dylan played us dirty. He told me Rochelle keeps hitting on him and being my dumb naïve self I believed him and not her. We had this huge fight and I called her a bitch. No wonder why she didn’t care about me when I was alone in the last couple of months of senior year.”

“Ouch, that sounds horrible. I’m sorry he did that.”

“Why did we even like Dylan in the first place?” I ask laughing to myself. It still bothers me how blind I was, I wish I could just shake myself.

“I have no idea!” He sighs rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry your senior year got fucked up, I wish I could be there to have lunch with you.”

I turn to him and swear to God he is blushing! And it is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I feel the urge to touch him, anywhere, to take his hand in mine, but I stop myself.

“That’s… nice. Thank you,” I whisper touched.

As I’m staring at him I realize this is probably the closest I’ve ever been to him. I wonder how many girls want to be in my position, they see the popstar, the heartthrob from the stage, while all I see is the guy who used to be mean to me in high school but now we are friendlier than ever. I could never see him as a celebrity.

“Okay, so I found some- Oh am I bothering?” Aaliyah walks into the room with her phone in her hands and she is giving me a knowing look. I quickly clear my throat turning away from Shawn.

“No, you girls just… do your thing. I have to make a few calls.”

Shawn jumps up from the couch patting his sister’s shoulder before walking out of the room. Aaliyah takes his place, still grinning.

“What?” I ask her playing dumb.

“You guys… I felt the sparkle,” she says wiggling her eyebrows.

“What sparkle? Aaliyah, you see everything in pink because of my brother.”

“Oh stop, don’t tell me you don’t like him.”

“I don’t know him,” I say truthfully. “The last time I saw him I was dating a douche and he was also being a douche to me. I can’t tell if I like him, because I don’t know his new self.”

“But you seem to get along with him pretty well and I’m sure you are attracted to him.”

“I’m not talking about this with you, you are his sister!” I gasp feeling myself blushing again.

“Whatever. But I think you two would look cute together.”

I refuse to carry on with the conversation about me and Shawn and Aaliyah fortunately doesn’t force it on me. I leave the Mendes house around five, Aaliyah thanks me the help and I can’t help but feel disappointed I don’t see Shawn anywhere when I’m leaving. Aaliyah’s speech about me and Shawn is slowly getting to me.

By dinner, all my thoughts are racing around him and soon I find myself stalking his social media profiles. I knew he is very famous, but seeing the numbers on his pages makes me gasp. Millions of people are following him, waiting for him to post anything. The last photo he uploaded to his Instagram is with his family, Karen and Manny are smiling proudly into the camera while Shawn and Aaliyah are messing around next to them. Before I could realize what I’m doing I double tap the picture liking it.

“Oh shit,” I suck my breath in. I hesitate, but then I realize how dumb this is. He must be getting millions of notes every minute, he won’t see this.

Gaining some confidence from this, I decide to follow him and continue my stalking session. I’m a few months deep into his profile when I get a notification. Opening the tab my eyes widen.

shawnmendes followed charlieprkr

I guess I was wrong about the notification getting lost. A moment later I see that he has liked two of my photos.

One was taken on a family vacation. Eric and I are posing at the beach, I have a red swimsuit on and the wind is blowing my wavy blonde hair that was so much lighter back than from all the sunshine. The other one is a picture Maddie took of me last month. I’m sitting in our armchair with a mug of tea in my hands, smiling shyly at the camera. We had Christmas lights in the window and the lights made me look colorful in the photo.

I’m just about to put the phone down and go to bed when I get a dm. I’m not surprised to see Shawn’s username, but I definitely get excited.

shawnmendes I’m happy I’m not the first one to accidentally like your photo, though I was minutes away from that haha

I smile at the message rolling my eyes.

charlieprkr Ha. Ha. I was hoping I can easily hide in the millions of your followers.

shawnmendes You could have, if only I weren’t stalking your profile as well. Fate?

charlieprkr I guess.

My fingers linger across the keyboard, trying to think of something else to write and keep the conversation up, but nothing comes to my mind. I almost give up when I get another message from him.

shawnmendes I’m in a nostalgic mood, I want to have a walk in the neighborhood, around our school tomorrow. Would you like to join me?

My smile grows wider than ever reading his lines.

charlieprkr Totally.

shawnmendes Great! Sometime around 4 pm?

charlieprkr Perfect. Where?

shawnmendes I’ll meet you at your house and we’ll go from there.

charlieprkr Then see you tomorrow!

shawnmendes Yeah, good night Charlie.

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geminimoonbeamx · 7 years

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Sweet Tooth: Part One

A/N: Okay so I’m happy you guys seemed to like this idea as much as I do. Let’s see where this takes us. In the movie I don’t think they ever mention Lance’s hometown, but I’ve always freaking LOVED Oregon and I figured he might as well be from one of the prettiest places in the country. Oh and in this story Lance isn’t a pedophile who fucks his gymnasts okurrr?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: This story is going to have some very colorful language, this is Lance Tucker after all.

Summary: Lance Tucker has come back to his hometown with his ego bruised and his look on life more tainted then ever. When he runs into Y/N; a vibrant plus size woman he went to high school with at her bakery ‘Cake Faced’, he leaves the shop with the taste of sugar on his lips and a hunger that has nothing to do with the cupcakes

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Everything’s too green.

He’s still trying to re-acclimate his eyes, his corneas still tender to the vivid shades. There was no colors like this back in LA; where he had happened to spend the last decade or so of his life. He missed the blur, the sea of muted tones and bright lights that came with living in the big city.

That taste- the bitter one at the back of his throat that he had become accustomed to over the last couple months returns and he swallows it, just as he slams on his breaks. His body jerks forward violently and he snaps back to reality, his reality. Where he’s back in his old town, the shitty one where’d he’d grown up.

Hillsboro Oregon.

He was currently in the middle of main street, out to run errands for his mother. Like some kind of high school, warped other dimensionally nightmare come to life.

“Learn to drive” some asshole shoots at him from their car, the one that he’d cut off when he was stuck in his head and he jumps on the opportunity to bitch at someone other then himself.

“Go fuck yourself, cocksucker!” He bellows at the unnamed, practically un-faced man out of the window of his Audi and it’s sad, but its a relief.

Lance Tucker is once again stricken by the shit show that his life had become.

He pulls into a parking space in front of the grocery store, the stone building one of many little mom and pop owned stores in the square and sits in the car for a moment, just a moment of self loathing and pity before he adjusts his Ray-Ban sunglasses in the rearview mirror and sets off to put a dent in the list his mom had sent him off with.

Nothings really changed in this town. How sad is that? Everything’s just as he remembered it from growing up, yeah, gentrification is real and there’s a Starbucks and a Target now but not on main street. No, on main street it’s still the little stores that have been there forever. The Wilsons still owned the Pharmacy, the Karsbougs surprisingly still had their little photo studio. Huh, he thought at that. Who still wanted to get their pictures taken with some outdated 90’s back drop?

Fucking small towns.

Lance hated them. He hated them when he had, had to go recruiting and he hated them now.

Even if they did have a bit of a shrine for him here. His pictures; the one of him back when he was a teenager with him and his metals.

Gold and Silver.

At least someone had the decency to remember, to show case what he’d worked so damn hard for all those years ago.

Worked hard for what? a little, snarky voice in his head hisses at him. To end up living in the apartment above his childhood’s home garage?

Fucking bullshit is what it is.

He could kill Zach. Zach, one of the assistant coaches who just HAD to go dipping his dick into the girls. Underage girls- and who just HAD to knock up Maggie Townsend. Little bitch. He should have let Hope keep her.

He’s nearly halfway through his list, and is on his way to the hardware store when something catches his eye, sends his head turning. He cant seem to walk by it, the little shop that seems to draw his attention.

It looks so…different then everything else. Maybe it’s just because he’s never seen it before? And he thought he’d seen everything this town had to offer. A bakery? When had this popped up. He’d been here last Christmas and he could have sworn this was still the Martinez’s Liquor store…

‘Cake Faced’ the bold sign reads. In the window their showcasing their ‘Spring time Florals’.

He figures, he might as well. But really it’s like his feet operate of their own accord.

The shop is modern looking, sharp crisp lines and yet it has a warm, homey air about it. It’s also the fullest place he’d been in all day, people littering the small space.

Total hipster bullshit, he shakes his head a little bit as his eyes scan over the brightly lit impressive array of different baked goods. From macaroons to cinnamon rolls that look so lush it’s almost ridiculous.

“Hi” One of the workers behind the counter doesn’t seem overly friendly. He’s a little bit flamboyant with his bleached hair and monotone voice but he looks familiar…

“I think I went to school with your brother” Lance decides “Shane right?”

“Yeah, like it says on the name tag” Shane gives him a near sarcastic look, flicking said name tag “You seein anything you might want to sample?”

Lance chuckles at the man. He’d fit right in in LA.

“Um, to be honest kid I’m a little overwhelmed here” the 42 varieties of cupcakes glare at him dauntingly. He’s definatly holding up the line.

“I’ll grab this one, Shane” a sparkling voice breaks his thought process as you appear, seemingly, out of nowhere.

Shane cocks one eyebrow before reaching for the next waiting costumer.

It doesn’t take Lance long to recognize you at all. You’re different- yeah. Your hairs lighter and you look older, more put together then you had in highschool. Mature, maybe? Prettier, definatley. Your big e/c eyes framed by incredibly long lashes are still the same though. Your dimpled smile and chubby cheeks are still there too.

“Look what the cat dragged in” you start, your arms are folded over your chest but the look on your eyes is friendly.

“Well hello to you too, sweetheart”

You scoff at that “What can I get you, Lance?”

He’s honesty surprised to see you working at some random bakery. Hadn’t you always been like really smart? Voted most likely to end up in the Times?

“Surprise me. What’s good here?” He notes at you challengingly over the counter and you fight the urge to roll your eyes. Same Tucker.

“Well I’m incredibly biased so I think everything is good, but-” you crouch down to get a spoonful of cupcake “these are new”

You hand him the mini spoon and he sticks it into his mouth, his blue eyes not leaving yours as his plush lips close around the untensil.

You chuckle when they bulge a little bit.

“Damn that’s good” Lance moans at the bursting flavors in his mouth.

Lavender lemon cheesecake. Just about the last flavor he would have chosen himself, but it leaves his mouth watering.

“Thanks” you shrug proudly. He says he’ll take four of them and you start to box them up for him. Trying to ignore his gaze on you as you do so.

“You make those?”

“Well not that batch but it’s my recipe so you could say that”

“Really?”

“Really” you verify and half of his mouth pulls up. He remembers you being a smart ass.

“So what? Do you work here?” Lance wonders as you go to ring him out and you give him a half stupid look as he hands you his card.

“I mean obviously you do- you just don’t have a uniform on so I was just- uh” you laugh at his ramblings, or maybe it’s at the fact that he’s trying so hard not to look like he’s rambling.

“You know not having to wear a uniform is just one of the many perks of being your own boss” you inform him as you place the sage green box in a bag and hand it over to him.

“Wait- you own this place?” Lance puts two and two together. Manager? Maybe, he’d would’ve guessed but owner?

“Yup. For almost two years now” your so factual with him, in his memories you were…warmer. You and your big circle of friends and your social nature. He still recalled the people waiting outside of the classroom for you when the bell would ring. The two of you had even been friends, hadn’t you?

“Damn. Look at'chu” Lance whistles and you quirk your mouth, trying to keep your grin in check.

“Hey Y/N” your interrupted by by Max, one of the girls who works for you. She has questions about inventory that’s coming in. Lance watches you with amused, curious eyes as you play the role of boss bitch flawlessly.

He can’t help but think it’s hot, if he’s being perfectly honest.

“Welp, duty calls. Have a good rest of your day and enjoy your cupcakes” you have a buisness to run, and you’d spent too much time on him already.

“I most definatley will. You have a good one, too” Lance takes the bag and turns to leave, he doesn’t care. He reminds himself of that. But why were you so cold to him? And on that note, why had you never accepted his friend requests?

“Hey Lance?”

He turns at the sound of your call, his face a little confused.

“Welcome home”

His broad grin and little quirk of his eyeballs before he exits the store makes you sigh through your nose. He doesn’t hear that though.

He leaves the shop, lips sweet and buzzing with curiosity.

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Okay guys this is short and sweet. Pretty much an intro, but I had to pump something out for you guys today. Happy Samhain, my fellow tumblarians😂💛🎃

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