Scott took a drag from his cigarette and smoke burned his lungs. It was a cathartic feeling but fleeting as he was left with the void his late partner left him in. It had been a year since they had passed and nothing was making their absence any better. He felt as if he was spiraling into insanity and his grief consuming him whole. “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath and threw his cigarette onto the ground, dreading to go back to the party his friend was holding.   Do you got a lighter I could borrow? He looked up to see who it was who spoke to him and it was them. His heart sank as his stare lingered longer than appropriate, “Sam?” He choked and unsure what to do with himself. 

Send me a ship and one of these prompts for a drabble | Accepting

“No--no, I really don’t know who you’re talking about. I think you have me confused with someone else.” It wasn’t often that Scott got recognized. The instances were few and far between. On the rare occurrences that he actually did get identified as the best-selling author he was, it caught him completely by surprise. He didn’t expect people to pay attention to the author portrait on the back cover and it was uncommon for him to do book signings. So how on Earth did this one person manage to remember his face?

“we were something, don’t you think so?” he was treading delicate waters as he spoke and stared at the other with a weak smile. too much history, too much time, and too complicated to come undone. “we used to toss pennies back then by the pond in that dull park.” scott had never believed in anything but he believed in her. “if my wishes came true it would’ve been you.”

scott had a long day with the workload that never seemed to diminish. he wanted nothing more than to kick back and have a cold beer or perhaps be engulfed in the warmth of his bed. instead he found himself in the presence of the other who seemed to be in just as rough conditions as he was. the mafioso set aside the exhaustion he had and raised his arms wide enough for them to come close to him, “come on here, sweetheart.” his voice as gentle as a lullaby, “tell me what happened, tell me all about it.”

Scott wasn’t the kind of guy that goes on blind dates. Hell, he wasn’t the guy to do even relationships. It’d been awhile since he was serious about anyone and mostly focused on his work. It wasn’t exactly ethical but it brought money that made him comfortable and those he loved not have to worry when’s their next meal. Though how could he say no to his own blood trying to set him up with someone because ‘he’s at that age where he needs to settle down’ in the words of his family. With no clue of what the woman looks like but having to meet her at the restaurant, he’s out there with an open mind and just ready for anything. “Hi- uh? I’m suppose to be here for a blind date. Would you be that uh- woman I’m suppose to meet?”

“Sweetheart?” Scott’s tone had a hint of worry for his daughter who hasn’t come home yet. She did tell him she was at a party but he became her sole caretaker and he didn’t know who she hangs around with, “It’s getting kind of late? You doing alright?”

“well, look at you, doll.” a grin plastered on the man’s face as he saw the other walk into the room, “what a sight for sore eyes.” and they truly were, he was completely enamoured by the other that he had completely forgotten what he was doing or who he was talking to. his gaze devoured the other’s entire being and drowned in sinful thoughts that only they would only ever have the pleasure of hearing.