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blissfullyapillow · 1 year ago

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♡‧₊˚┆ She’s got a halo 'round her finger, around you ๋࣭ ⭑

₊˚⊹♡ Sampo Koski x fem reader

₊˚⊹♡ wc: 2,674~

₊˚⊹♡ warnings: fluff, one suggestive part but nothing explicit, reader stressed because of university & Sampo is there to comfort her (totally not projecting.. haha), the reader is scared of loud thunder (again, totally not projecting.. lol)

₊��⊹♡ Summary: Different scenarios of Sampo being smitten & head over heels for you, so he consistently tries to woo you.. Even though he really doesn’t need to. ((Your smitten with him too (*ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀*)♡ ))

₊˚⊹♡ Pillow Talks: The title is inspired by a line from Alejandro, by Lady Gaga. Istg I get inspo from the most random things LOL. I’ll be honest I have such questionable taste in characters, like it’ll range from the greenest of flags like Gepard Landau, Nanami Kento, Lifeweaver, or uhh Sasuke Sarutobi from Ikemen Sengoku, and then there’s fucking Blade, Sampo Koski, Gojo Satoru, or Vanitas. Lol. Anyway, hope you enjoy~ I had fun writing this ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

₊˚⊹♡ Masterlist

“How about-“

“No.”

“Half price? Common, that’s an offer I don’t give to just anybody.” “Half off !?? Sampo, you told me it costs a million credits. Half off is still an insane amount of money!” You scoff and opt to ignore Sampo for the remainder of this interaction.

But Sampo is very persistent…. annoyingly so.

"How about this? I'll give you 20% off and throw in another one for free!" The glare you send his way is answer enough. Sampo gives a sheepish smile as you brush past him.

"Sampo Koski, was it?" You ask. You don't have to turn around to know he's following you.

When you hear his confirmation, you proceed. "Listen, I appreciate what you're trying to do but I really don't need... what was it again?" You murmur the last part under your breath, but Sampo's ears pick it up. "A machine that can generate all the academic papers you could possibly need! Not only will you spend less time on boring old school work, buuuut-"

"No." Your answer is curt and final.

Sampo’s dramatic sigh elicits a very sarcastic eye roll from you.

"Okay, well, I tried." Now, he easily matches your strides.

...

This is the third time this week.

One unfortunate afternoon you happened upon a salesman, by whom you now know as Sampo Koski, and he's been persistently trying to sell you things since.

Your refusal seems to fuel his determination and ever since he'll always try to sell you something before he sticks by your side for the rest of the day.

You've tried to shake him, you really have, but you quickly learned how futile it is. For whatever reason this salesman has taken a liking to you, and you're stuck with him.

...

Although, if we're being honest here, you could've shaken him off long ago if you really tried. Yet despite your better judgment, you've allowed this shady salesman into your life. He's spent a few afternoons at your place, and he even has your phone number.

Yet you find yourself behaving as if this wasn't a mutual exchange.

Your busy thoughts are brought to a halt when Sampo's sing-song voice interrupts them. "So, what's on the list today sweetheart?" He chuckles at the exasperation on your face.

"I'm heading home, Sampo. I'm not buying your machine, and I have a paper that won't write itself." Sampo nods in acknowledgement, cheerfully humming beside you.

You pass people young and old as they walk the streets of Belobog on your journey home. You're walking slower than usual, Sampo notes to himself.

He may or may not be completely smitten with you, and him selling you products you may need is just an excuse to start conversations with you, but you have yet to catch on to that little detail.

Sampo thinks it's cute.

"What's wrong?" Sampo speaks up when your house comes into view, yet your pace slows even more. His question is devoid of its usual humor, and that puts you on edge even more.

"It's nothing...." You trail off, clearly stressed about something but keeping it to yourself.

Sampo lets it slide for the sake of reaching your home, where he'll invite himself inside and pester you until you tell him what's bothering you.

He doesn't get that far.

Once you reach your door you suddenly stop, posture tense, and a deep frown paints a beautiful expression on your face.

You suddenly unlock your door all too quickly, and barge inside.

Sampo is really concerned now.

Usually you'd scold him and shoo him away, insisting he leave, but this time you left your door wide open for him to come in.

He's been here a few times before, so he enters your abode and shuts the door behind him.

His brows draw closer in concern when he spots your figure, hunched in on itself, in a corner of the room.

He wastes no time in coming up behind you, but he hesitates to place a comforting hand on your back.

"Name?" His voice is soft, caring. It soothes you.

You lift your head slowly until you are face to face with Sampo. You'd make fun of how concerned he looks if you weren't feeling so crappy.

"Look at me. Focus on my eyes. Good job. Now, just keep on focusing on me, angel. Everything is going to be okay." Sampo's heart squeezes when a few tears slide down your cheeks, but he brushes aside his own concern.

You sniffle before you practically launch yourself at him. He catches you effortlessly, and soon soothing fingers trace random shapes on your back as you cry into his shoulder.

✧˖°.☾ ⚠︎︎ ❤︎ �� 🃁 ♡ ⋆��˚

You feel so embarrassed.

You make sure to survey your room before you slip out of the bathroom, changing quickly.

Sampo ushered you into the bathroom to 'freshen up' after you spent an hour crying.

You felt horrible when you noticed his tear stained shoulder, but he hushed you and insisted he didn't mind.

Now, you shuffle awkwardly out of your room to see what he's been up to.

In your living room, Sampo seems to have made himself more than comfortable; it's almost as if the room has been transformed.

Adorable fairy lights line the ceiling to create a magical glow within the room. Your couch has a ton of blankets and pillows scattered about on it, and two warm mugs of what looks like hot chocolate patiently awaits you on the coffee table.

Warmth floods your body as you make your way over to Sampo. At the sound of your steps he swivels around. You catch the concern in his eyes that he quickly masks when he sees you've changed into something more comfortable.

"Ah, there you are! Come join me in the blanket! I'll keep you warm & safe from the loud thunder, babe!" Your eyes widen slightly when he mentions thunder. "Thunder? But-" Suddenly, a terrifying crack is heard, and at lightning speed you're under the blankets and snuggling with Sampo.

His lips curl into a knowing smirk as he gently pats your head.

"I know you don't like loud thunder, and well you're clearly not feeling your best, so the great Sampo Koski created an atmosphere you can relax in." Sampo brags, yet he leans down to place a sweet kiss against the tip of your nose.

Your eyes sparkle with joy.

…

That look in your eyes...

Not only does it warm his heart, but it puts his mind at ease.

"If it's too much, just squeeze my hand as hard as you can. Understand sweetheart?" You give a bashful nod, your hand seeking out his before they intertwine.

Soon you're both laughing at a cheesy comedy Sampo put on for the two of you to enjoy. The hot chocolate Sampo made for you is absolutely delicious.

Once the show ends a comfortable silence ensues. You lift your head to look at Sampo, since you're currently curled against him, and your eyes meet his.

They're full of mirth, and something else that steals your breath away. "What is it angel?" Sampo hums. "I.. Thank you. I'm sorry, school has just been a lot and-" “Shhhhhhh.." Sampo hushes you, placing a finger to your lips.

You watch as Sampo leans in, placing a hand on your neck before he rests his forehead on your own. You close your eyes and relish the close contact.

It's silent for a while, but you don't mind. Albeit his next words send you into a frenzy.

"I can't love anyone else but you." The words are uttered so quietly you wouldn't have heard if the room weren't so silent.

Yet they still hold the same weight as if they were shouted from the highest peak of Belobog, and soon you're leaning back to stare at Sampo in bewilderment.

His eyes are wide, almost as if he hadn't meant to say the words out loud.

"S-Sampo-"

He covers your mouth with his hand, clearly panicking. "Ah- ahaha! That was a joke, clearly! No- wait it wasn't! I mean..." Your lips curl into a smile under his hand; you've never seen Sampo lose his cool like this.

You carefully pry his hand away, he's too occupied with his own thoughts to notice, before you shut him up in the most effective way you know how.

The press of your lips against his stops his frantic thoughts. You feel his body relax. His arms wrap around you, and a sweet giggle leaves the both of you when he kisses you back.

✧˖°.☾ ⚠︎︎ ❤︎ ˚ 🃁 ♡ ⋆｡˚

Following that eventful night, you're now in a relationship with Sampo Koski.

You know it may not be the wisest decision you've ever made, but it's one that's brought the both of you immense happiness thus far. That's all that really matters to you.

You just have this charm about you. There’s just something about you that draws him in.

Of course, you'll often say similar things about him, but with you..

Oh, how he’d forsake the world for you and you alone. You have him completely wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it.

You're currently trying on lipstick he bought for you as a gift... bought being a very general term here.

Ahem-

Anyway,

You've finished evenly coating your lips, and the color compliments your reflection perfectly, yet your eyes show hints of worry in them.

“Hey, Sampo? What do you think? I think it looks good but.. I don’t know..” Sampo was too busy admiring your reflection in the mirror to answer you.

Your lips are a different shade from what they normally are, yet they look as enticing as always. Honestly he'd love to test out just how durable that lipstick of yours is...

Wait, what did you ask him? Oh, does it look good? He has a pretty simple answer to that.

“C’mere pretty girl..” He adores the way your expression shifts the brief moment before his lips gently caress yours.

He releases a deep sigh against your lips as his arms pull you against him. He leans his tall frame against you as his tongue languidly runs along your bottom lip. He smirks when your lips part for him.

He’s tempted, very tempted, to accept your offering but he pulls back instead.

Now, your lips are back to their usual color.

“I don’t know. I didn’t get a good look. Please put some more back on, and I promise to take a good, long look this time angel.” Your eyes are dazed now, glassy as they barely register the words Sampo tells you.

He loves it.

✧˖°.☾ ⚠︎︎ ❤︎ ˚ 🃁 ♡ ⋆｡˚

“Why do you love me?”

The question comes out of nowhere.

You turn to eye Sampo, a bit perplexed by this question. His facial expression consists of his usual smug grin, but a deep rooted emotion lingers in the depth of his irises.

“Why do you question my love?” A smirk of your own lifts your lips when his expression shifts; his eyes widen as his Adam’s apple bops.

“I.. I'm a scammer, you know? You deserve-“ “So? Consider this as one of those ‘Scammer gets scammed’ videos or something. M’kay?” Your statement is silly in nature, yet it warms his cheeks and makes his heart flutter.

“Ah.. okay..” He has a stupid grin on his face as he rubs the back of his head.

You roll your eyes before you lean in, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. “Don’t you get it? I only want you. .. My heart only wants you.” Your words are filled with emotion; unbridled love and affection overflow from every syllable.

He emits a sound akin to a squeal before he’s hugging you back with tenfold of your strength.

“Sampo!! You’re going to.. crush… me…” You manage to squeak. It feels like your organs are being crushed !!

“Aww, my sweet adorable Name wants me to hug tighter?” Sampo giggles as you internally panic. “SAMPO-“ You take a much needed gasp of air when he suddenly releases you, leaning you against him so you don’t fall to the ground.

You glare at him as you take greedy gasps of air.

He sticks his tongue out, making a silly expression.

Well, at least he feels better.

✧˖°.☾ ⚠︎︎ ❤︎ ˚ 🃁 ♡ ⋆｡˚

“Are you insane!? You’re soaking wet!” “I don’t care, I had to come see you!”

A soaked Sampo is at your doorstep, holding a bouquet of red roses, a box of chocolate, and if you’re making things out correctly, a letter tucked safely into the chocolate box, the corner peeking out of the partially opened lid.

You usher Sampo inside as the storm rages on, slamming your door shut.

Before Sampo can even open his mouth you delicately remove the items from his hand to place it safely on a free surface. Immediately after, you instruct him to strip and go wash up.

He wiggles his eyebrows, opening his mouth to say, “I know you want me sweet cheeks, but can’t you wait until I’ve…” He trails off at the stern look on your face.

“Aye aye..” He sulks, placing a purposefully sloppy kiss on your cheek before he walks past you, removing his clothes as he makes his way to your bathroom.

You sigh, rubbing his excess saliva off your cheek.

A small smile presents itself on your face that you quickly mask behind your hand.

✧˖°.☾ ⚠︎︎ ❤︎ ˚ 🃁 ♡ ⋆｡˚

Once Sampo is in a change of clothes, yes he has spare clothes at your place, he properly presents his gift to you.

“Ta-da! Your amazing boyfriend has procured all the necessary items to woo his girlfriend on this special day!” He kneels down on one knee, happily opening the box of chocolate.

You cautiously step back, used to something else being in that little heart shaped box, but your eyes are graced with the cutest little balls of chocolate.

You slowly remove the letter from the box before taking a bite of the chocolate. Your eyes shine in delight. “Sampo, you made these?” You gush. He’s bashful, looking down at your feet as he replies.

“Hehe, maybe..” You happily bend down and place a slobbery kiss on his cheek. As he complains you take the time to open the letter he wrote you.

He starts to protest but you ignore him.

“I didn’t expect someone like you to write a letter Sampo…” You coo at the impressive script on the paper. If you were to look up right now, you’d see Sampo burning up.

Literally.

His face is even redder than the shiny apple you ate earlier.

Your eyes eagerly devour the words on the page. By the time you finish Sampo is fidgeting anxiously, hopeful yet scared of hearing your reply.

“I love you too, Sampo.” You get on one knee yourself, leaning in to rub your nose against his.

He groans, playfully pushing you away. “Alright alright, enough with the sappy stuff..” “How can you say that when you made the effort to show up to my place today, even after I told you we can reschedule for tomorrow because the storm is so bad- mmph!” He cuts you off with a well timed kiss.

This time you’re the one who feels like they’re on fire. Sampo adores the look on your face, giggling to himself as he pulls away.

“So, want to play this game with me?” Sampo fishes something out of his pocket, a deck of cards.

You laugh.

“You want to play cards on the night of our anniversary?” He nods quickly, his eyes big and pleading like a puppy.

You burst into a fit of giggles as you pepper his face with grateful kisses. “I’d love to, as long as I’m spending time with you…” Your response makes Sampo the happiest man in Belobog.

“No cheating though, okay?”

“Aw man…”

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astroboots · 2 years ago

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hiya! i just finished reading your homecoming series and it was so amazing! it was incredibly fleshed out and so, so detailed, so it was a joy to read. the way the three of them fit together so well and the way they compliment each other was like sickeningly charming. and the way you write smut is phenomenal!!!! equal parts dirty and soft, and the dirty talk is perfect. comfort me was easily my favorite drabble (other than coming home, part one and two obviously). it was the sweetest thing i have ever read and it genuinely gave me chills. it’s the way they can understand each other so well, even without speaking. like it’s never mentioned in the drabble, but i felt like frankie and the female character (y/n? oc?) didn’t even need to speak about the plan for that evening. they just saw santiago in pain and knew exactly what he needed and knew he would refuse to ask for it. so the plan just naturally unfolded. they are just the sweetest lil trio and i could not get enough of them. i hope you keep writing them for as long they inspire you. and shout out to the other author’s who wrote drabbles for your universe! they understood the assignment and did not hold back. i appreciate them as well!!! thank you for sharing such an amazing story with us! have a great day ☺️

Hello lovely!!!

Sorry it's taken me a while to answer this as I've been offline all day and just had a moment's pause to sit down and re-read this for the umpteenth time, and am just hearteyes and warm and buzzing all over from this.

This is one of the loveliest messages I've ever received, and it made me all teary eyed just to read it. Homecoming is n so many ways my happy place, and my escape as a writer, and it's where I also run back to when I encounter writer's block or exhaustion in other parts of my life, and I honestly believe the legal authorities will have to pry it out of my dead-stiff-frostbitten-boney-hands before I'll ever stop writing the characters.

It's the place where I can just let go of any hang-ups, or fears as a writer and just have fun, and to see that others enjoyed it, that it brings joy for others to read always makes me so damn happy, because this story universe has been such a place of growth for me as a writer.

Can I also take a moment to just thank you for also giving a shout-out to my friends who have so kindly written mini-stories in this universe. I was in absolute tears seeing that you thanked them too because they are so talented and so deserving.

I feel that often I'm a bit rubbish at giving them the due credit they deserve. I don't talk about this enough, but those very friends are so uplifting, so kind and they are often in my DMs behind the screen throwing the most insane, hilarious and heartfelt little ideas and headcanons. @jazzelsaur and I have an entire extended universe featuring Jason Mamoa as Eugene, reader's best friend. @frannyzooey often sends me little inspo asks to get me to write them when I'm stuck. @radiowallet always listens to my insanity. @thirstworldproblemss jesus where do I even begin, she's basically my co-creator of this universe.

This story also means so much to me because I have been insanely fortunate enough to have my friends dip in and enjoy this universe with me and play in my sandbox. @radiowallet @frannyzooey @jazzelsaur @prolix-yuy are absolute fucking madhouses of talent and to have people like that play in your sandbox is the greatest honour that I can't even fathom how to start describing.

@thirstworldproblemss who has helped me from day one when this was just an angsty little oneshot about Santiago watching Frankie doing woodwork in the garden. She more than anyone understands these characters and I would say, often she understands them better than I do. The amount of WIPS she has hiding away, with these three that are better than anything I could dream of writing is insane.

"Comfort Me" has a very special place for me because it was more or less a prompt from @jazzelsaur in our early days of friendship, she came into my DM with her deranged thoughts about massages, and wine and loving care and even more loving blowjobs, and I knew then that that crazy lady was going to be one of my closest friends in the fandom.

Sorry this turned into an essay, but thank you once again, from the bottom of my heart for sending this in.

#homecoming asks #💌 asks

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enhaven · 1 year ago

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disclaimer: these are all fiction and do not reflect the members personally. please don’t repost them or copy any of my ideas :)

important note: not all of my wips are here and these are subject to change depending on inspo :)

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STATUS KEY ⇣

☆ — planning | ✎ — writing | ⟳ — editing

legend: m - mature, f - fluff, a - angst

・❥・ 이희승 ; LEE HEESEUNG

⟶ 1:10AM (m, a)

⇥ [fuck buddies, college!au, holiday!au?]

↳ « the last thing you expect in welcoming the New Year is for Heeseung to remind you that he's still the best fuck you've ever had »

⟶ ✎ Completely Intentional (m, f, a?) ⇥ (??k)

⇥ [college!au, roommate!au, summer!au]

― PART OF THE ROMANCE: UNTOLD SERIES

↳ « rumours about Heeseung made you hesitant to accept his offer initially but he turned out to be the opposite — showing you time and time again how good of a roommate he is. maybe it'll help you decide by the end of the semester if you'll stay for more or not »

・❥・ 박종성 ; PARK JAY

⟶ ✎ Here, Always (m, f, a) ⇥ (??k)

⇥ [college!au, neighbour!au, summer!au]

― PART OF THE ROMANCE: UNTOLD SERIES

↳ « your busy schedule this summer has led to unfinished chores piling up at your dorm. fortunately, you have Jay, a very responsible and kind neighbour who offers to help in any way possible. and oh, he's very handsome too and you wonder when he can tolerate how messy you are »

⟶ ☆ Positions (m, f, a) ⇥ (??k)

⇥ [college!au, roommate!au, fake dating]

↳ « how hard could it be for Jay to have you as a roommate when you've done nothing but give him headaches. oh, even better when his mother thinks you’re his girlfriend »

・❥・ 심재윤 ; SIM JAKE

⟶ 7:39pm (m, a?)

⇥ [confusing relationship?, pwp?]

↳ « jaeyun’s wondering which part of his fit made you barge to his place when he has a flight to catch »

⟶ ☆ Accidental Love (m, f, a) ⇥ (??k)

⇥ [college!au, enemies to lovers]

― PART OF THE ROMANCE: UNTOLD SERIES

↳ « summer's the best time to continue your goal of getting a driver's license since your schedule's finally not hectic. too focused while trying to practice on your own, you didn't notice someone lingering by the dorm complex driveway. it's the cute guy you shared a class with a couple of semesters ago and you wonder if he remembers you at all— surely now when you almost hit him by accident »

・❥・ 박성훈 ; PARK SUNGHOON

⟶ Look Closely (m) ⇥ (4k)

⇥ [situationship?!au, gala!au, college!au]

↳ « you've been spending a lot of time with Sunghoon lately so he's not entirely pleased when you showed up with a date after refusing his offer »

⟶ Too Cold (m) ⇥ (2.9k)

⇥ [fwb!au, secret relationship?]

↳ « you just wanted Sunghoon’s hoodie but he’s not letting you have it. you’ve always been determined to get what you want though »

⟶ ☆ My Solace (m, f, a) ⇥ (??k)

⇥ [college!au, strangers to lovers]

― PART OF THE ROMANCE: UNTOLD SERIES

↳ « instead of a research position that you were aiming for the summer, you ended up being the caretaker of the university's greenhouse out of desperation to have a job on campus. eventually, it warmed up to you — thanks to someone who idles by when you're working and eventually becoming a familiar companion that brings comfort to you »

・❥・ 김선우 ; KIM SUNOO

⟶ ☆ With Me (f, a) ⇥ (??k)

⇥ [college!au, convenience store!au?]

― PART OF THE ROMANCE: UNTOLD SERIES

↳ « deciding to work as a night shift cashier at the convenience store near your campus has pros and cons. mainly pros since you're a night owl and would mostly be alone while working. it's an ideal job really until a certain customer frequents your workplace for his favourites - including you apparently »

⟶ ☆ Spirit Bound (f, a)

⇥ [urban fantasy, vampire academy!au]

― PART OF THE INTO THE FANDOMVERSE COLLAB

↳ « when the new decree to be officially assigned before graduating became mandatory, you’ve had expectations given your consistent top ranking as a guardian novice throughout your high school career. but what you didn’t expect was to be paired with a non-royal vampire and an undeclared magic user at that »

・❥・ 양정원 ; YANG JUNGWON

⟶ Polaroid Love (f) ⇥ (1.5k)

⇥ [high school!au, classmates to lovers?]

↳ « wherein a series of polaroid pictures may be helping you realize your feelings towards jungwon »

⟶ ☆ Suddenly Mine (f, a) ⇥ (??k)

⇥ [college!au, rivals to lovers]

― PART OF THE ROMANCE: UNTOLD SERIES

↳ « you dread doing school work this summer when you're supposed to use these months to take a break. you have no choice though when you hear that Jungwon, your number one competition in your cohort will take available classes for the semester to make sure he'll be ahead of you »

・❥・ ��村力 ; NISHIMURA RIKI

⟶ ✎ Sincerely Yours (f, a) ⇥ (??k)

⇥ [college!au, friends? to lovers?]

― PART OF THE ROMANCE: UNTOLD SERIES

↳ « with the rest of your housemates away for the next three to four months, it's just you and Riki left in the shared house for the summer. it's not like he's intolerable; he's considerate and respects your space, only interacting when necessary. but perhaps this extended time together might also change the current standpoint between you two »

⟶ ☆ Under The Moonlight (f, a)

⇥ [harvest festival!au, rivals to lovers]

― PART OF THE FREE FALL SERIES

↳ « never in your life have you thought of being paired with your ultimate rival until he surprisingly seemed interested in working with you — but only because his graduation was on the line »

'*•.¸♡ OT7 TEXTS ♡¸.•*' (REQUESTS OPEN!)

⇢ best friend?enha during last minute school shopping

⇢ vampire!roommate enha and their blood bag crisis

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tiaragqueen · 5 years ago

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Can I request how yandere!jungkook would react to his s/o having night terrors about someone terrible she used to know? Like she wakes up in the middle of the night hyperventilating and/or crying and accidentally wakes him up? ~ faerie anon🧚🏻‍♀️ ((i hope you find some inspo❣️ and have a lovely night❣️))

Gehenna

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

✂ Word Count: 2k+

✂ Trigger Warning: Mentions of torture, possessiveness, sadism

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

Donot re-upload my writing to another website or use it without mypermission.

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Hello, faerie. Thank you so much for requesting! Hope you have a lovely night too~!

If you like mywriting, please support me on ko-fi!

“I’ll appear like the wind, disappear like smoke; deceiving your eyes. I’ll approach you like a flower, dig into you like a thorn. Going after your heart.” – Danger [Taemin]

If there was one thing that you feared of, it would be Hoseok’s room.

There was nothing scary in there, to be honest. It was just a slightly spacious area, with a double bed pushed up against the window that overlooked a small yard, a study desk on the right side of the bed, and a closet across the room. The wall was painted in light grey, chipped here and there, yet well-maintained overall. And no, there was no monster under the bed or some bullshit like that.

It was actually a normal bedroom. And like any other room, it held many memories that some you kept close to your heart, and some you were willing to forget without a second thought. It was in this place, where you witnessed first-hand how malicious your beloved boyfriend could be. Where you often struggled to block out the taunting voices that drilled negative thoughts on to your mind. Where those shapeless forms kept mocking you for your uselessness.

Where you watched your sunshine of a lover, Hoseok, tortured your older brother mercilessly.

But, no. He wasn’t your lover anymore. No, he was far from that. He was a criminal, a torturer, and most of all, your ex.

You still remembered his expression when you broke up with him in that small, dimly-lit room. Hoseok rarely mad, and once he was, it was terrifying. Blood rushed on to his face as he slammed his fists against the table, demanding to know why in the world would you want to part from him after everything he had done for you. The officer who was tasked to guard that day struggled to keep him at bay, despite the great disparity between their body sizes. Tears streamed down your flushing face, and the sight only served to increase his anger. Eventually, Hoseok was taken back to his cell before he could do a drastic measure to you. You had to listen to his demeaning calls that echoed along the hallways – “traitor” and “cheater” – until silence returned once again.

Jungkook had been there to accompany you like a loyal and supportive friend he was. When he saw you entering the waiting room with bloodshot eyes, he immediately brought you into his hug. The warmth of his body broke the last dam, and you slumped against him.

Ever since that day, you had moved out from your old apartment that you used to share with Hoseok and into Jungkook’s. His was wider than your old one, and Jungkook had been very accommodating during your first week in there. He ensured your comfort by stocking the fridge with your favorite snacks – that you didn’t remember ever telling him before – and doing all of the chores even though you insisted that you should at least help him by washing the dishes and laundry.

That was years ago. So, how? How did you manage to land yourself in this damned room again?

Did you sleepwalk?

No, of course not. Even the thought sounded ridiculous to you. If you really sleepwalked, then Jungkook would’ve told you that. He always mentioned everything that you did during your sleep, like when you mumbled about alien invasion at one night or accidentally fell from the bed. Heck, he even knew what time you drooled! It was strange, yes, but he often reassured you that he was merely ‘looking out’ for you.

However, his odd tendency was the least part of your concern right now. Although, you couldn’t help but mull over it every once in a while.

The atmosphere was heavy and foreboding. You were bounded on a chair and your mouth was covered in a duck tape, just like during your brother’s torture. The darkness was thick enough you were almost convinced that someone had blindfolded you. You couldn’t see anything, not even your feet.

And that was disturbing.

Heavy footfalls shattered the pure silence that coated your old room. Your breath instinctively hitched as Gothic assumptions began to cloud your judgment. Who was there? Was it your savior? Was it Jungkook? Was it a killer?

Was it Hoseok?

Oh, God. Please don’t let it be him. It was traumatic enough to see his enraged face. You refused to deal with his wrath anymore. Because what if he decided to torture you instead? You didn’t think you could endure being whipped like your brother did.

“So, [Name].”

Tears stung your eyes as you listened to the familiar voice. The voice that had been your favorite sound in the world. The voice that had been your salvation when you just lost all hope. The voice that kept haunting your mind. And the voice that you dreaded to hear.

Did the universe hate you or something? What did you do to deserve this kind of misery? Was this a punishment for leaving him to rot in that jail?

“Tell me, how does it feel like to cheat on that punk behind my back?”

Hoseok stepped forward, face devoid of any emotion. The pitch darkness concealed half of his body, but you were able to distinguish the glint on his hand.

Needless to say, you almost preferred his trusty whip. At least, it wouldn’t hurt too bad compare to being sliced or stabbed by a knife.

You choked on a sob, mentally begging him to stop as he approached your bound self. The tears were already running down like tiny rivers, staining your lap. You were always crying whenever you saw him, and you couldn’t help it. His image alone was enough to drive you into a state of agitation.

Hoseok lifted your chin gently, inspecting your disheveled appearance. Any other day, he would’ve taken pity on you and console you.

But he was different now. He didn’t act like your boyfriend anymore. He was a stranger.

A savage stranger.

“Why the fuck are you always crying?!” He abruptly slapped your cheek, the harsh sound echoing against the wall. Your gaze blurred from the momentary whiplash, and the whack left a stinging mark on the skin.

Hoseok wrapped his long fingers around your neck, bringing your attention back to him in case he tried to choke you. “I tried everything to make you happy with me. I tried everything to make you love me. But, what did I gain in return? Your tears and betrayal!”

You gritted your teeth as you endured another blow to your face. What happened? Hoseok was never this cruel to you. Sure, he had forced you to witness your brother’s torture, but he never laid a hand on you. Except, when he knocked you unconscious. Other than that, he always made sure you were unharmed.

“I hate it,” he mumbled. “I really hate it when you cry like this. It rips my fucking heart apart. But you don’t know it, do you? First, you were secretly plotting to leave me behind my back with that bastard of a brother. And now, you cheated on me. You fucking cheat on me!”

Stop. Please stop, was what you wished to say. You never liked it whenever someone raised their voice around you, especially when they began to scream on your face. But the damned tape prevented you from uttering a single word, thus leaving you to suffer through his ranting.

Hoseok fell silent, his hand caressed the tear stains on your cheek. The bell warning in your head blared at the seemingly harmless gesture. Nothing good never came when he was being affectionate like this.

“Maybe,” he murmured. “Maybe it would be a great idea if I just… gouge your eyes out.”

You froze.

“That way, you don’t have a chance to look at another man again. And I’d be the last person you see.”

Hoseok rested the tip of the knife under your eyelid, right on the curvature of your eyeball. “Yes. Don’t you like it, [Name]? You don’t have to see anything but darkness, and I can always protect you. After all, I’m your hope. Your protector. Your sunshine of a boyfriend.”

You quivered when he slowly pressed the blade, praying for someone – anyone – to help you. Or better yet, get rid of this lunatic that still had the audacity to call himself your boyfriend. Because your ex, no matter how immoral his crimes were, would never go so far as to gouge your freaking eyes out.

Hoseok smiled softly, peacefully, as if he was admiring and not planning to blind you. “You have such beautiful eyes, don’t you know that?”

No, you didn’t. Because you were busy thinking of a way to escape. If you could, that is. The probability was miniscule to none.

“It’s a shame that you have to use it for… sinful purpose. Oh, well,” he shrugged nonchalantly before simpering, the dimples on his cheeks you once loved appeared. “It’s not as if you can see again after this.”

The malevolent glint of the knife reflected on your eyes as Hoseok raised it just a few centimeters away from you. “Goodbye!” he said cheerily, before plunging the blade at the speed of light.

“No!”

You jolted awake, frantically touching your face. Your eyes were still present, and you still could discern the wardrobe in front of you. Your shriveling lungs released a deep sigh of relief as you sat against the headboard.

“[Name]?”

Jungkook rose up and groggily rubbed the crust from his eyes for better vision. Guilt depressed your chest at the sight of his tired state.

“Hey, Kookie.” you greeted, smiling wearily. “Sorry, I woke you up. Just go to sleep.”

“No,” he shook his head stubbornly. “Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

You stared at his face; from the dark strands that concealed his forehead, his drowsy lids, his nose that reddened at the tip from the usual cold of the night, to his thin and slightly cracked lips. Tears surged from the terror that you hid from him because you were scared; scared that he might do something drastic and thinking that you still hadn’t forgotten your ex after all these years.

Well, how could you? You couldn’t just dismiss a traumatic event in a single day. It was imprinted within your mind like a horrible scar.

“Hoseok…”

Jungkook frowned. “Huh…?”

“It’s… it’s Hoseok.” You bursted into tears as you buried your face on to his chest. “He attacked me… Said that he wanted to gouge my eyes out for being with you. He thought I was cheating on him, Jungkook, even though we dated three months after our breakup.”

Jungkook stroke your hair, patiently waiting for you to finish to finish despite the frequent sobs and sniffles. He said nothing during your explanation, and you were grateful for that. You didn’t want him to go on a rage because your ex decided that it was time to haunt your dream.

“It was just a dream, right? A nightmare.”

You nodded, hiccupping slightly. “Y-yeah, it was.”

“That’s okay,” he smiled and leaned down to give you a peck on the forehead. “At least, he’s in prison now. He can’t do anything to hurt you. You’re safe with me.”

You nodded again as you let him to lay you down on the bed. “Thank you, Kookie. For always be there for me.” you croaked.

Jungkook hugged you tighter, relishing in the practically non-existent space between your bodies. “You’re welcome. I love you, [Name].”

The first time he said those words, you recalled his heavily blushing face and stutter. But now, he was able to speak them as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And you were happy that he could fully express his deep feelings through those words around. No ‘ums’ or ‘wells’.

“I love you too, Kookie.”

Once you finally fell asleep, which didn’t take too long, Jungkook’s tender visage distorted into a scowl. Even after being imprisoned, that bastard still haunted you to the point of appearing in your dreams? This was unacceptable.

Jungkook clicked his tongue quietly. To think that you had forgotten about him. Reaching for his phone that sat on the nightstand, he turned it on.

3.30 am. Still four hours away before work started.

Licking his dry lips, he turned the device off and cradled your hunched form. It seemed that he had to pay another visit to a certain cell.

And this time, no mercy.

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cakesunflower · 6 years ago

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Ghost of You [L.H.] // Youngblood Song Fic Series

A/N: yeeet i started these youngblood song fics a WHILE ago when the album first came out and i got inspo to write this one. it’s angsty, mentions of death, so read with caution!

All Installations: Youngblood [C.H.] | Want You Back [L.H.] | Lie To Me [L.H.] | Better Man [C.H.] | Monster Among Men [C.H.]

Ghost of You [L.H.]—If I can dream long enough, you’d tell me I’ll be just fine.

He needed a smaller bed.

That’s the first thought that seemed to pop in his mind when he woke in the morning, continuous for the past few days. That he needed a new bed, because the one he had right now was too big. It was meant for two, and with it only being him in the house now, what was the need for a king sized bed? There was more space than Luke knew what to do with. He always kept to his side, not wanting to mess up the vacant space next to him, as if the body that’s meant to be there would someday return to claim it back. Even though he knew that couldn’t be further from the truth. The left side of his bed would remain cold without the warm of another body, and Luke was only beginning to accept that.

He hated mornings. Truthfully, he hated every part of the day, but mornings were always the worst. Because there was this moment, just a brief moment from when he opened his eyes and crawled out of slumber, where the universe cruelly tricked him into thinking that everything was okay. That there wasn’t a hole in the middle of his heart and that breathing was the easiest thing to do. But every day, that small moment of peace where he could finally breathe was violently snatched away by the claws of reality, and everything was crashing down on him, suffocating him, reminding him that nothing was okay and he fucking hated the world he lived in.

Turning his head to the left, Luke gazed at the other side of the bed, like he’d been doing for the countless mornings. He took in how that side was perfectly kempt, untouched by him even in his slumber, no wrinkles in the pillows or sheets. That side hadn’t been slept in, and as every day passed by, Luke knew her scent was gradually disappearing into nothingness. Soon enough, he wouldn’t be able to smell her scent that made him dizzy with happiness, that her clothes in the closet would soon be rid of that same scent as well.

Soon enough, her smell would die with her, and all that’s left would be her belongings Luke refused to get rid of.

Pulling himself out of bed was only the first obstacle he struggled with when he woke up—making it through the rest of day was a challenge in itself. And then going to sleep and doing it all over again. . . Luke often wondered what was the point. Why did living matter when all he wanted to do was be with her?

She came into his dreams frequently. She’d arrive, with her bright smile and kind eyes, and sit with him. He could feel his heart hurt every time, wondering how powerful some dreams could be if he could feel the physical effects of it in his chest. And he’d talk to her, mourn over how unfair it was, how she didn’t deserve such an abrupt end. He’d cry to her, waking up to wet cheeks more often than not, about how much he missed her, how life without her was a life without color and taste and sense.

And, God, when she’d reply, she’d sound so real. Like she was right there, real and touchable and not just a figment of his grieving subconscious. She would tell him, in that gentle and loving voice Luke missed so much, watching videos he had of her just to be able to hear her, that he would be just fine. That time would pass and one day the sun would rise and Luke would be fine.

He’d ask her, humorlessly laughing through eyes burning with tears, “How am I going to be fine if you’re not there?”

Every time, right before she would answer, he’d wake up, and the answer would be lost to him. Luke doubted that there even was an answer to begin with.

There wasn’t a room in the house that didn’t remind Luke of her. How could there be, with them living together for two years? Her vanity was still packed with her things, the shelf in the shower holding her shampoo and conditioner and bodywash, the cup on the sink containing her toothbrush keeping his company. The dining room contained a colorful, funky piece of modern art that she absolutely fell in love with and demanded they buy—Luke always thought it was a bit of an eyesore but she loved it and he loved her so up it went. The living room couch had her favorite dark purple throw draped over it, something they’d cuddle under during movie nights or naps on the couch. The drying rack next to the sink on the kitchen had her her favorite coffee mug on it, placed there by her the last time she used it and untouched, a red lipstick stain forever on the rim that never seemed to wash off.

She was everywhere. But she also wasn’t.

Luke’s eyes were on the few succulents she had placed on the windowsill at the kitchen sink, hands bracing himself on the counter as he could see a few of them drying up. He’d have to water them soon. He didn’t even register the sound of the front door opening, followed by a couple of pairs of footsteps. Didn’t even flinch when Ashton’s voice gently, yet firmly, stated, “Today’s the day, Luke.”

He didn’t move, vacant eyes on the plants in front of him, broad shoulders hunched and golden curls framing his unshaven face. He knew exactly what his friends were here for, and Luke knew for a fact he wasn’t prepared.

“You know she’d want you to do this, mate,” Calum spoke up next, his naturally quiet voice accompanied by a tender undertone Luke had heard more of lately than he had the entire time he’d known Calum.

“We don’t know what she’d want.” Luke’s scratchy voice was hollow, the sound a mere extension of the emptiness he felt. He kept looking at the plant, but his eyes were unfocused. Even when he spoke, he sounded far away, unable to situate himself in the present. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, feeling as though he hadn’t drank water in days. Maybe he hadn’t. He couldn’t remember.

“Yes, we do,” Michael sounded. “Because we knew her. You knew her, Luke. She was always donating her things to Goodwill. She’d want them to find a new home.”

This was their home. Her things were meant to belong here, with her and with him, together. But she was gone, and it wasn’t like Luke had any use of her clothes rather than running his fingers down the fabric and remembering each piece from when and where she’d worn it. He recalled them all; how was he supposed to say goodbye to them?

When Luke didn’t move, Ashton sighed. “It’s been almost six months, Luke. Please.”

Six months. It had been six fucking months since the love of his life left him, but it still felt as though it had happened in the last six minutes. His mind was a home for thoughts only ever surrounding her, the tightness in his chest having never let up, making it hard for him to breathe every second. How had six months already passed? How had he made it through that long without seeing her smile or hearing her laugh or touching her soft skin? How had he gone without late night runs to McDonalds, without her asking him to play the piano for her, without feeling the graze of her nails against his scalp when she ran her fingers through his curls, and feeling the warmth of her body when she wrapped her legs around his hips and clung to him in a hug that left Luke feeling like the most loved person in the world?

How was he supposed to make it through the rest of his life without any of that?

Somehow, his three best friends managed to get him back to the bedroom, and Luke ignored the looks they gave each other at the sight of him when he finally looked at him. He figured they’d be used to his appearance by now. Unshaven, deep and purple bags under blue eyes vacant of their usual brightness, chapped lips. The only positive thing about Luke was that the boys were always coming around and making sure he was eating and showering, knowing that if they truly left Luke to his own devices, who wouldn’t give a shit about taking care of himself.

They were scared for their best friend, and were ready to help however they could for however long he needed them to.

What he was going through, none of them could understand. But they’d be damned if they didn’t help him.

Luke sat on the edge of the bed, broad shoulders dropped and a blank look on his sleep deprived face as he watched Michael pull open the closet door in front of him; his clothes on the right, hers on the left, untouched with her shoes right underneath.

It sounded distant, muffled, but Luke could hear his heart beginning to pick up its pace out of nowhere. He could feel his throat beginning to tight as Michael switched on the closet light, could feel it in his ears along with the pit of his stomach twisting so tightly, so fiercely, that it knocked what little breath he inhaled right out of his lungs, and suddenly Luke was on his feet.

“No,” he croaked out, catching his friends’ attention, their worried and startled gaze at the tall blonde. But Luke stared ahead at the closet, eyes wide and welling as he began shaking his head, curls fluttering. “No. I’m not doin’ this. No.”

They instantly picked up on the unsteady way in which he spoke, hoarse voice trembling just as his broad shoulders did, and before anyone could say anything, Luke was making his way out of the room. He wasn’t going to do this. He couldn’t do this. Sit there and sort through her things to put into boxes and give away? To have someone live in clothes that were meant for her? Luke fucking refused.

Giving away her clothes and shoes was like giving her away and Luke hadn’t yet come to terms with that.

He didn’t even make it halfway down the hallway when he felt a firm grip on his shoulder, stopping him right in his tracks as Ashton spoke up, “Luke, stop. Come back.”

“No!” Luke roughly shrugged Ashton’s hand off, turning around to glare at one of his best friends, his chest sinking with a deep breath that stung when he exhaled. The distress on Luke’s face was obvious, eyebrows furrowed and dull eyes widened in desperation. “I’m not gonna sit there and watch you pack up all of the memories I have with her and give ’em to someone else. I’m not—”

“That’s not what we’re doing, mate,” Ashton instantly cut in, wanting to derail that train of thought before it got even worse under Luke’s grieving state of mind. His expression softened, worried hazel eyes flickering between tearful blue ones. “No one can ever take away your memories with her; those are going to live with you forever. What you had with her will always be with you, nothing can change that. We’re just giving her clothes and shoes to those who’re in need of them, yeah?” Ashton placed a tentative hand on Luke’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze as the younger boy looked at him hesitantly, scaredly. He looked so young, so tired, and Ashton’s heart ached. It ached for Luke and it ached for the friend they all lost too fucking soon. Luke squeezed his eyes shut, chapped lips pressed together as he tried to force himself to see things Ashton’s way. The drummer’s free hand went to the back of Luke’s head, pressing their foreheads together as Ashton encouraged him quietly, “Baby steps, okay? We’ll help you, Luke. You know we will.”

Luke nodded against Ashton’s head, and with an encouraging hand on Luke’s back Ashton guided him back to the bedroom where Michael and Calum were waiting, a few empty boxes already waiting.

Swallowing the thick lump in his throat seemed damn near impossible, nearly choking on his inability to do so as he stepped in front of the closet. Luke gazed at the clothing hanging there, every single thing in there worn by her. Her favorite navy blue and black plaid pants that she said were Calum’s inspiration for buying his own green and black ones, the only winter coat she owned because they lived in Los Angeles and she rarely had the need for one unless she traveled to colder states or countries, her worn out Nikes she only used when she and Luke went hiking on the canyon. Each item had a memory attached to it, whether it be significant or not, and having to say goodbye to them was agonizing.

Nowhere near as losing her was, though. Luke wasn’t sure how much of this he could take.

Bile rose in his throat almost every time he pulled something out from the closet to give away, stomach churning uneasily as his fingers grazed against the material of each piece and he noticed her side emptying out gradually. Luke sat on the floor at the closet, working in silence with the boys, moving slowly and reluctantly as his hands pushed around a few of her shoe boxes.

The lid of one of the boxes slid off, and instead of containing a pair of shoes, Luke caught sight of a shirt. Eyebrows furrowing he pulled it out and splayed it out in front of him, breath hitching at the sight of it.

It was one of her shirts, old and worn with a few rips in it, a graphic tee he remembered her saying she got from Hot Topic. It was a shirt that meant so much to her, yet she always kept hidden, a reminder of who she was and how far she had come. The shirt itself wasn’t special, just an old Led Zeppelin shirt she bought, but it was the meaning behind it; a shirt she’d worn the day she left home. Her departure had been a mix of her literally running out, along with her parents kicking her out from under their roof, and she had left with just the clothes on her back along with a backpack and a duffel. She’d never been one to get along with her parents, too many differences in beliefs and lifestyles always clashing, until one day she left.

It had hurt her, Luke remembered her telling him, that they’d so quickly let her go without a fight. But she had made it on her own. She used that hurt and pushed herself forward, and she had been happy with what she came to have. She was content.

She was gone.

“Is that a donation?”

Luke looked up, eyes drifting to Calum, who was looking at his blue eyed friend curiously. Luke’s grip tightened on the shirt, pulling it onto his lap as he looked down at it. “No,” he answered, throat working. “No, this one stays.”

It was about half an hour later when Luke excused himself, pushing himself up from the ground and leaving the room, his three best friends staring after him in quiet worry. They sat on the floor of his bedroom, looking at one another before their gazes drifted to the boxes they were filling up with her belongings. Despite knowing the clothes would be going to those in need, the three of them still felt wrong about it. As if they were packing up someone’s items who was gonna come back and ask for them.

But she wasn’t. They knew that. Luke knew that. No one wanted to accept it.

“How long do you think he’s gonna stay like this?” Michael asked quietly, his concern for their youngest bandmate evident in his tone.

Calum picked at his nails in his lap, heart heavy as he mumbled, “Grief doesn’t really have a fixed time period, does it? Who knows?”

They sat in solemn silence for a little while, until they each started wondering where Luke had gone off to. Standing up, the three men walked out of the room and headed down the stairs, the house in an eerie silence that didn’t settle well with any of them. Until they reached the living room, freezing at the sight in front of them, unsure of what to do.

Because there Luke was, headphones in his ear connecting to what was probably his phone buried in the pocket of his sweatpants, in the middle of the living room with his eyes closed as he lazily swayed to whatever he was listening to. In his hand was a bottle of vodka, half empty, and no one knew if it had already been like that or if Luke had just popped open a new bottle and already drank that much out of it. He was already a lightweight, a surprise for someone his size, and drinking that much hard liquor in a short amount of time was probably already having its effects on him.

The sight would have been amusing, almost, if it wasn’t so fucking heartbreaking.

There was just something about Luke dancing so gracelessly around his living room, body swaying lazily with eyes shut while he took big swigs of the vodka he was holding for dear life. He moved with his head tilted back, not dancing with an invisible partner, lost in whatever he was listening to. Luke was clumsy at times, everyone knew, but when he was on stage there was air of confidence around him; he owned every inch of the stage, even when he wasn’t playing the guitar and was instead just holding a mic and moving around the stage like he belonged up there. Because he did. When the music was playing, Luke was damn near danced on stage in a way that mesmerized everyone watching.

But this right here, losing himself in what was playing in his ears and accompanying it with liquor that would only make him feel like shit later, this wasn’t a sight to be seen. This was a man trying to find comfort in a bottle and music. And while the latter was fine, the boys couldn’t stand by and let him find the end of that container.

Luke promptly passed out after the bottle was taken away from him. And after he threw up because he drank nearly an entire handle on an empty stomach. Michael helped him brush his teeth before they got him into bed, and Luke had been just barely coherent enough to drunkenly, sleepily, mumble, “Not her side.”

They understood, gently placing him down on the right side of the bed, eyes hauntingly drifting to the side of the bed she used to occupy. That she’d never occupy.

When Luke slept, he dreamed. Like always, she showed up, and Luke’s heart began hurting, eyebrows furrowing in his sleep, and as Calum sat at his bedside, his fingers gently touched Luke’s forehead, hoping to smooth out the troubles the blonde was displaying. But the gesture as lost on Luke, of course, deep in his slumber, trembling at her arrival.

She smiled, beautiful and breathtaking, sitting with her legs crossed in front of him as she took his hands in hers. Her fingers felt dainty against him, felt real. “I’m proud of you for listening to the boys. It’s a good step in moving forward, Lu.” Then, she repeated the same sentiment she always did, giving his hands a squeeze, eyes kind. “I told you—you’ll be just fine.”

His heart felt heavy in his chest, like it always did, making it difficult for him to breathe. Luke was aware that none of this was real, that this was just a creation of his mourning subconscious, hoping to make things just a tiny bit easier for him, despite the pain he woke up in every time. It was agonizing, waking up and remembering all he had left of her were some of her things, their memories, and her visits in his dreams. And while touching her in his dreams felt as real as touching her in real life, it was still unfulfilling. It still left him yearning for more, left him welcoming tears over a love lost too soon.

“How can you keep saying that?” Luke found himself asking her with a shake of his head, feeling the warm tears wet his cheeks, practically feeling the salt on his lips as he gazed at her. “How am I going to be fine if all I’ve got left are pictures and memories and your ghost visiting me in my dreams?”

Her expression softened, her smile as warm as her eyes that were glassy with tears of her own, bringing their joined hands to her chest as she spoke tenderly, breathily, “Because we had a great love, Lu. But your epic love is with those boys who would do anything for you. They’re the ones who will help you through this, baby. But only if you let them, yeah? So let them. For me and for you. Don’t lose yourself just because you lost me.”

Luke stared at her, stunned into silence, looking at her through blurred vision due to the tears that had gathered. She answered. For the first time, he finally got an answer, and all Luke could do was sit and stare. How many nights did he spend asking her that question, and how many mornings did he wake thinking there was no possible answer?

He knew, of course, she was just a figment of his imagination; an extension of his subconscious. But he needed her to be the one to give him the push he needed—the push he knew she would want him to get. She had been his partner, his love, and no doubt Luke had been utterly lost without her. No doubt had he stopped functioning like a normal fucking human being, feeling as though he’d completely lost a part of him that helped him live.

Of course she would be the face that pushed him into wanting to get better. She wasn’t the only one, though, as Luke thought of his three best friends, who’d continuously come to check on him or stay in his home in case he needed them. His three best friends who were constant rocks during the past six months, when he didn’t have the energy to shower or eat or get out of bed but they came and opened the blinds and made the food and got the shower ready for him. They refused to let him go through this alone.

She was right. A love like that was something Luke needed to hold onto. One had already been ripped from him—how could he possibly let another go?

He lost himself when he lost her, and while it was unimaginably painful to accept that he couldn’t get her back, he could damn well be the man she had fallen in love with. A part of Luke knew that the hole she left wouldn’t ever be fully filled, an emptiness left in him that he would always feel no matter how much time had passed. There would be nights where he’d cry for the woman he lost and days where he’d reminisce how amazing his life was with her in it. Maybe he’ll even sleep on her side of the bed one day. Maybe there will be a day where he can think about her without feeling like the world was crashing down on him, suffocating him.

He’d wake up one morning, completely aware that she was gone, and he’d accept it. Luke knew the hurt would never go away, but he’d learn to cope. He would learn to move on.

He wouldn’t be the same without her, but he could damn near try to be.

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beauzoleils · 5 years ago

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ABIGAIL COWEN , CISFEMALE , SHE / HER → according to the school records , NATALIE LUCILLE BEAUSOLEIL has been attending sacred heart for the past three years . i last saw them hanging around the john bracken library ; i think they were working on writing her novel . at twenty - one years old , natalie has been studying english literature and get this , i heard that she’ll zone out while writing papers for class and come to surrounded by pages and pages full of archaic languages she doesn’t speak — figure it’s true ? everyone around here always associates them with a moonlight sonata echoing through empty halls , seats in the back row at the opera , and dead flowers pressed between the pages of an old book . in the time since these strange happenings , they have encountered unexplained occurrences .

HI , hello . i’m hannah n this is like . the only thing i’ve been thinking about recently , aka i’m so excited . ok anyway ! i’m 20 , kickin it in the est ! i’m a full time student ( majoring in being a dumb bitch n gay rights and i’m at the top of my class baby . . ) and i’m ALSO a preschool teacher so if i’m ever Not here , i’m with my babies ! ! but that isn’t the reason why ur all here . . ur here for an intro post ! so !

let’s talk abt my girl . . . 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐋 !

okay . so . first thing’s first . i have some Real Things prepared for my girl , including but not limited to :

a pinterest board !

a stats page !

and what i call NATALIE : A TRAGEDY IN THREE ACTS . it’s kind of a bio , mixed in with some stage directions here and there . it’s a quick read n rly gives you that Natalie Flavor if you know what i mean . . so if you feel so inclined n wanna take a look . . but full disclosure it rly does hit different than just reading this intro

anyway ! i’ll give a more condensed version of her bio here n some info abt her personality n some random headcanons . . etc !

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 : 𝑨 𝑯𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀

alright SO . our girl natalie was born on april 13 , 1952 to michel and colette beausoleil . it was a thursday , and it was ALSO eleven weeks before colette’s due date , so we all know that can’t be good

( spoiler alert : it wasn’t )

natalie was supposed to be a twin , but the other baby ( a boy named pierre ) didn’t survive . they didn’t think that natalie would , but she did ! unfortunately , her parents were too wounded by the loss of their other baby and it was all grieving and no celebrating .

also . there’s more info abt her parents n how they met in the bio but , a sparknotes version is that michel was a playwright in paris and colette was a ballerina / his muse and they rushed into a marriage

michel made it rly big a couple yrs after natalie was born and so they decided to use that $ $ $ to send natalie away to an expensive boarding school in london called our lady of sacred suffering . it was , of course , a catholic girls boarding school and natalie hated it there

but they hated natalie there bc she was just the WORST catholic school girl of all time , so it was mutual

meanwhile , her relationship w her parents is . . very complicated . her dad is just kind of The Worst across the board , very reliant on drinking , definitely got into drug use at some point , had lots of affairs with the young actresses in his plays . and colette was just . . very sad and very absent so the support was Minimal

natalie has a lot of issues that are all rooted in her childhood tbh .

somewhere along the way , she found a deep passion for Writing and developed this sense of purpose and for a minute things were going very well

which we all know means things are about to get WORSE .

on her eighteenth birthday , natalie receieves a card in the mail from her mother for the First Time Ever . and she immediately is like . huh . well . something is Wrong .

she’s right .

( tw : nondescript mentions of car crashes & death )

a week later , she receives word that her parents were involved in a serious car accident at the pont de l’alma tunnel in paris and her did not survive the accident .

( end tw )

her mother’s family is not convinced that michel should walk away from this without blame and decides to take legal action against him and get him convicted with a more serious charge than just manslaughter .

they promise to keep natalie out of it as much as possible but when it comes time to testify as to whether or not michel had a history of not caring about colette’s life and well - being , the only one who can speak to it is natalie .

so she testifies and it’s her testimony that is the metaphorical nail in the coffin .

( tw : suicide mention )

michel knows it , too . that’s what natalie thinks . he turns up dead in his jail cell the day before he’s supposed to be sentenced . she never knows if he deserved the life sentence he was going to be given .

( end tw )

so then ! she’s an orphan ! but she does gain control over everything that her parents left behind , which turns out to be a lot .

she sells their house in paris , goes to wales to begin university , and hasn’t gone back since then . but like , she grew up in london for the most part so she’s not exactly sad about being away from paris and all the ghosts there .

and now she’s at sacred heart , working on writing her debut novel , which is the ( albeit , dramatized and fictionalized ) story of her parents !

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈 : 𝑨 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 .

so basically , she’s got issues .

fictional character inspo includes : jo march , alaska young , cheryl blossom

if you know anything abt astrology . . she’s an aries sun , mercury , and venus . . and a scorpio moon and mars . . and a gemini rising . . i’m so sorry JKDSFM

she’s very emotional but does a super good job of hiding it and keeping all those emotions ( esp the intense n darker ones ) buried away . . deep down where no one could see it

the minute that ppl kind of ? ? but two and two together n realize who she is ( bc . . in my head . . her dad’s whole trial was kind of . A Thing that the public knew abt . ) they’re probably rly concerned w Little she shows any real emotion to the whole thing .

rly she’s just the queen of compartmentalizing n repressing !

she’s very . . Assertive . like , when she wants something she’s going to do whatever it takes to get her way

very Very reckless . she’s like . . so fucking impulsive that it physically Pains me sometimes .

she’s very smart but like . More So , she’s very clever and very sharp with her words . a very fast thinker and a very loud talker

someone please . . tell her to stop yelling . she needs to Relax .

she’s very charming i’ll say it . n like ? seems cool ? the kind of person that you meet and immediately want to hang out w them .

very flirty , has always used that charming smile of hers to get ppl in her corner and she’s not gonna stop now ! she’s very good at making ppl feel special

but like . she means well most of the time sdkfj her heart is in the right place okay

big time trust issues . big time commitment issues . painfully independent and refuses to let anyone know how much she cares about them until she’s like . . Really sure that they aren’t going to hurt her

also very afraid of hurting people , which is another reason why she struggles to get attached to people . she definitely has this deep - rooted fear that Bad Things follower her and she doesn’t want to drag ppl into that

it’s literally a toss - up as to whether she’s going to seem like she’s demanding ur attention or entirely disinterested in it . bc she’s all over the place .

but like . i’m an emotional BITCH so she’s probably going to end up being 100000% softer than i intend bc i project too much soft bitch energy onto my characters Always .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 : 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

so many things . literally , anything . just a disclaimer , if u read thru this and had An Idea then like . yes Pls tell me , i want it xoxo

but here are some i have up in the old . . noggin .

EXES . please , please . . for the love of GOD give me some angsty exes nonsense . do you need someone who broke ur characters heart ? consider natalie UR GIRL . she’s Emotionally Damaged and has the capacity to be the angstiest ex of all time , okay ?

give her a weakness . she needs someone who she’s Actually vulnerable around and actually sees her have emotions and knows she’s not just this huge Mess all the time

i rly want someone that is like . from the same ( ish ) bg as her in the sense that like . . they also were surrounded by nice clothes n expensive private schools n Luxury but like . they Thrive in it the way natalie used to wish that she could . n just . i think it would b a super interesting dynamic bc they would just ! clash ! so intensely ! ! n tbh nat would probably b lowkey jealous Still n . spicy !

@ all those ppl who are into theatre : i’m Dying for some connections of ppl who knew / knew of her father n would know what happened w him perhaps on a deeper level than ppl who read it in the newspaper a few yrs ago . . ( bonus points if they lowkey idolized / looked up to her dad bc thats a Big Mess and could b spicy as fuck to explore , u know ? )

idk if any of y’all have characters who grew up in / around paris ? but if there are . . then Perhaps someone who knew her in her youth ?

okay . not to be Trash but like . i rly want her to have a dynamic that’s jo x laurie adjacent ? do they have to be in love w her ? no ! i just want someone that has that genuine bond w her and they care abt each other n goof around n like . . i’m already getting soft on main , huh , ,

she’s soo fucking messy that like . . all the messy fwb / frenemies with benefits / one night stand type of plots . . yes pls

i always want there to b a badass girl squad like . a group of ladies n theydies that take no shit n get in fights for each other n rly truly ride or die w each other . . we can workshop the name ok but for now ? my girl squad is open for applications

okay . let me cut myself off right there but i’ll leave you with my WANTED CONNECTIONS TAG n also again i’m 10000% okay to just brainstorm out something else completely if�� its what ur feeling !

if u read all / any of this . . i love u . <3 either hmu on discord ( let's go 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒷𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓈 ! #6227 ) ksdjfskm OR ! like this n i will come to u ! okay , that’s all , bye

#heretics:intro #part 1 part 1 !#im so sorry for this

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starkatana · 5 years ago

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Last Goodbye

Summary:

You get a bad feeling that something bad is going to happen to Nathaniel.

Notes:

>Doesn’t follow the My Candy Love - University Life Story but is heavily inspired.

>This is when Castiel is back, but before you two are together. You and Cas are more in the talking phase of getting back together.

>You and Nathaniel were hanging out a lot in the fall time when you first came to university.

>You care about Nathaniel, but you aren’t in love with him. He’s a very close friend that you care about dearly.

>Inspo: https://melodyalanaroster.tumblr.com/post/179752226269/honestly-i-thought-this-fit-nathaniel-before-ul @melodyalanaroster

Nathaniel x Reader/Lynn/Candy

Some mention of Castiel x Reader/Lynn/Candy

“Do you ever just have a nagging feeling in your gut that something bad is going to happen? And no matter what you do, you can’t shake it?”

“What’s on your mind?” Rosa asks.

“I just feel like Nath is going to get into trouble.” You scratch your head.

“Tch.” Rosa shrugs, “He’s a big boy he can take care of himself.”

“I don’t know.” You sigh as you stirred the honey in your tea.

“He’s dangerous,” Rosa stated. “I love you, and as your best friend I’m putting your safety first you have to let him go.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m sure.” Rosa starts, “Once he figures it out. You’ll be there.”

“He needs to turn his life around Lynn, and I think you're the only one that can help him with that.

“You’re right. Well, I’m going to go meet him.”

“I’ll see you at the Snake Room?”

“Yeah.”

You meet up with Nathaniel, and you get straight to the point. Nathaniel stood across from you, his mouth agape as you hang your head low careful not to look at him. You just told him that you have to stop seeing him and that this was going to be the last time you would see him.

“It’s because Castiel is back, isn’t it?”

“What?” you respond genuinely confused.

“Is it because of Castiel?”

“No.” you shook your head and sucking in some air and letting it out you compose yourself. “Have you ever looked at someone and just felt so lonely?”

He doesn’t respond but cocks his head to the side — something he always did when he expected you to follow up with what you’re going to say.

“That’s how I feel when I’m with you, Nath. I’m with you, but I feel like I’m kept at a distance and I’m only good for you when it’s convenient for you to hang out. Never for me.”

His face dropped. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about your shady life and how you have to keep everyone at a distance because of it!”

“Are you serious?”

You bite your lip and slowly nod as the sleepless nights went through your head because of Nathaniel sending you cryptic messages and refusing to talk and showing up bloody and blaming boxing. The nights he called you at 3 am because he needed a place to crash or needed someone to pick him up at an unknown location. Even getting to the point that Kim was worried about him.

“He doesn’t care about you.”

“Stop it.”

“It’s true. He’s not the same Castiel.”

“And you’re not the same Nathaniel.” Your shoulder drop disappointed. “What my relationship with Cas is my business; it has nothing to do with you.”

“We all know you love him. We all know you still love him.”

You shake your head and let out a soft laugh. “Nathaniel, it doesn’t change the fact that your secrets are more important to you than I am. I’ve made my decision.”

“I love you, y/n!”

“No.” you hold your hand up, “Stop. No, you don’t. You love the idea of me. You don’t even know me.”

He grabs your wrist.

“That’s not true, and I’m not letting you leave. At least tell me the truth is Castiel involved?”

“What does it matter Nathaniel?!” You take your hand back and get in his face. Inches apart. Neither party backing down. “It’s been a long time coming, and we aren’t even together. You spend more time hiding secrets from me than anything else and only tell me what you’ve been bottling up when you have a new secret to hide. It sucks that we’re having this conversation since Cas came back, but it’s not because he came back.”

Nate back downs.

“I need you, y/n.”

“And I’ll always be there for you. Just not when you’re in all this shady shit. You want to keep me safe? I’ll be safe when I’m away from you.”

He shakes his head at you, not making eye contact with you.

“I have to go now. Take care of yourself, Nath.”

“I feel terrible.” You sigh sitting with your friends at one of the bar tables in the Sanke Room. “I just left him there.”

“So, do you have a thing with Castiel or Nathaniel?” Chani asked.

“It’s complicated, but Nathaniel is one of my closest friends.”

“Friend.” Alexy did quotes.

“Seriously.” You roll your eyes, “I can have close guy friends. Things just changed so much I don’t even know him anymore.” You stir your mix drink with the straw. “I just can’t watch him dig his own grave anymore.”

“Can you be friends with someone who’s into you?” Alexy asked.

“She friend-zoned him.”

“Stop it.” Rosa rolled her eyes, “I’m done talking about this. Let’s have a good night and unwind and not think about thesis papers.”

You sigh and look down at your phone. It’s Kim calling.

“Hello?”

“Y/n!” and she said something else you couldn’t make out

“One second, Kim! I’ll be right back, you guys.”

“Tell her to come out with us!”

“I will!” You quickly walk out the front door of the bar where you could hear her. “What’s up?”

“It’s Nathaniel. He’s hurt, and he won’t let me help him! He told me he only wants you.”

“What?!”

“He’s been stabbed, y/n! We’re at the gym. Please get here!”

She hung up and without thinking you ran for the gym in your cream knit dress and heeled ankle booties. You sent Rosa a text:

‘Nath emergency with Kim talk soon.’

And you didn’t stop to think about the situation, let alone breath. You were waiting for the light at the crosswalk to change.

“Fuck.” You bounced as the cars passed. “Shit.” you had to contact Cas too since you had plans to see him after. You copy and paste the message from Rosa and sent it to Cas. Then the light changed, and you kept moving.

You ran up to the front doors of the gym, the building’s lights were off. You pulled on the front doors. They were locked. You peered in through the window. Nothing was moving inside. You pull out your phone and call Kim, who immediately answers.

“Back door!” you ran around to the back, and there she was.

“Kim, what the fuck happened?”

You rush inside as she locked the door behind you. She leads you into the bathroom where Nathaniel is propped against the wall. He’s sitting up conscious, holding onto his side. He’s bloody and bruised. He looks defeated.

You audibly gasp and run up to him, falling to your knees. “What the fuck! Nathaniel!” you start hitting his arm, not holding his wound and then shake him. “What the fuck did I tell you?!” You start crying, “What the fuck did I tell you!” You cried and grabbed his coat. “Fucking hell.” You look up at him. He gives you a weak smile.

“You were right.”

“Fuck you!” you screamed. That’s all you wanted to hear but not like this. “Kim, call 911. We have to get you out of here!” Kim nods and dials 911. You sit up and try to analyze the situation and see what you should do first. ”What the fuck happened to you, Nathaniel?”

“I’d rather not say.” He winced, “Just to keep you, uninvolved.”

“Then why fucking call me?”

“I didn’t know if I’d see you again and I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

You dry your eyes. “Shut the fuck up Nathaniel. You’re going to be fine, and after all of this I’m rubbing it in your face I told you so.”

He lets out a light chuckle, “I’d like that.”

You smile and look him over, “you pile of shit.” You punch his arm one more time before crouching across from him, trying to pull up his shirt.

“Stop you’re going to ruin your dress.”

“Shut up. It’s just a dress. There’s only one you. Now move your fucking arm so I can try to clean your wound.” He does as he’s told and you try your best to disinfect the wound while applying pressure. “From what Grey’s Anatomy taught me it’s probably superficial since you’re still conscious, but it’s still a lot of blood.” You nod at cleaning the wound. “I don’t know what I’m going.”

“I’m so tired.”

You perk up hearing the sirens.

“Stay. The. Fuck. Awake. Nathaniel.” you cup his face in your hand. He had a black eye, and his face was pretty cut up. He looks up, and at that moment, you felt like you stared into his soul. He looked so vulnerable. “The ambulance is almost here. I promise you when they come in, and you get in the ambulance. You can sleep, just not right now. Not on me.”

He lets out a weak smile and cough. “Thanks for coming.” He caresses your cheek, and you shake your head.

“Thank me later.”

“I’ll do my best.”

You push his hair back out of his face, and you feel this overwhelming sadness. “You’re one of my best friends, and I love you. I think nothing but the best of you. You’ll always be my Mr. President.”

“Fuck.” He sighs, sitting up, “Castiel better knows not to break your heart.”

“They’re in there!” Kim opened the door to the bathroom.

You step back and let the medics take care of Nathaniel. You walk up to Kim who’s calmed down.

“How are you?” you ask her.

“I’m going to have to write an accident report.” She sighs. “By the way, I’m sorry I contacted you. I was just in shock. I didn’t use my common sense to call 911. I just let Nathaniel talk me out of it and call you, but thanks for coming.”

You two watched as he was transported out of the bathroom on a gurney.

“No problem. Nathaniel is still Nathaniel after all, and I’ll always care about him.”

“You always did have a big heart.”

You smile at her, “So, what happened?”

“I was just able to close the gym, but I was taking the trash out when I saw him walking towards me, crouched over. I panicked, and he just told me to call you.”

You shake your head, “What an idiot.”

“Which one of you is Lynn?”

You looked at Kim, confused but stepped forward, “I am.”

“Can you please get your boyfriend to cooperate? We can’t get him to relax or do anything.”

You narrow your eyes hard, but you follow the paramedic into the back of the ambulance, and you sit next to the gurney and take Nathaniel’s hand.

“Nath, you have to stop resisting. Let them help you. You whisper, “I don’t want you to die. Please let them help you.”

“Stay with me?”

“I can’t afford to ride in this ambulance.”

“I’ll pay for it.”

“Nathaniel.”

“Please.” he gently gives your hand the tightest squeeze.

You take a deep breath and sigh, “I’m here.” And the paramedics get him situated, and you two were on your way to the hospital.

At the hospital, Nathaniel gets checked into a room and taken care of. While you’re out in the waiting area, you contact Amber, and she shows up in no time, and she doesn’t say anything to you but paces outside his door. You grab yourself a cup of coffee and taking a seat. You can finally get to your text messages.

You call Rosa.

“Oh, Jesus Christ, are you okay? Is Nathaniel okay?!”

“I’m okay. Just a little shaken up. I’m sorry I didn’t contact you sooner this is the first time I’ve had downtime. He’s….alright. We’re at the hospital, and he’s in bed, recovering right now. I’ll keep you posted, but I just wanted you to know where I was at and that I’m okay.”

“Call me if you need anything and y/n, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t beat yourself up. I’ll talk to you later. I have to call Castiel.”

“Let me know how things go.”

“Love you. Bye.” And you hang up the phone.

You suck in a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. It’s so late, early? Did he have Crowstorm plans in the morning? You had to call Castiel.

“Y/n?” He answers immediately. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? What happened?” It’s a barrage of questions.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t call you earlier.”

“It’s fine. What happened with Nathaniel?”

You start to cry and hiccup as you lose all composure.

“I’ll meet you.”

“No, I’m fine, Cas. I’m kinda with Amber.”

“Kinda?”

“She’s across the lobby. I’m at the hospital. Nate got in a fight, jumped, or whatever. He got stabbed, and we’re just waiting on his results.”

“Fuck.” Castiel whispers, “How did you get involved?”

“Kim, called me saying Nath was hurt and only wanted to talk to me.”

Castiel is silent.

“I panicked and went running.”

“But you’re okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Okay. If you need me, call me. I’ll answer. Crowstorm or not. I’m here for you.”

“Thanks, Cas. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

Eventually, a doctor came up to you and Amber.

“So, Nathaniel is in a coma.”

Your heart dropped.

The doctor looked at you, “You came here with him.”

“But I’m his sister.” Amber said. “and I don’t want her here to know about his business.”

“Nathaniel wanted me here, Amber.”

“And he’s in a coma. He can’t make decisions for himself right now. And as next of his kin, I get the say for the patient, right?”

The doctor nodded. “I’m sorry, Miss.” He looks at you, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

You nod. “I understand. Just let me know if you two need anything.”

“Thank you, y/n.”

“Bye, Amber.”

A few weeks pass, and you haven’t heard from Amber or Nath. You checked your mailbox, and there was an envelope from Nathaniel. Inside was his a key. You didn’t know what it was for, but you assumed his apartment, and you had the address on the package. You got an uber to the apartment. You had never been here before. It was nice. The pieces were starting to connect on how he could afford all of this.

You found his apartment, and the key was a perfect fit.

You took a breath and stepped inside.

Closing the door behind you. His white kitty back from high school warmed up to you immediately. “Hi, Blanche. Where’s your owner?”

You walked into the apartment and looked around. The living and kitchen was neat and orderly. You’ve never been in here, so you wouldn’t know if something was off. You looked around, why would Nathaniel send you a key to his apartment. You quickly check the bedroom and bathroom, fearing the worse. Nothing. No one was in here except for Blanche. You take a seat on his bed.

“I’m Nathaniel. What does he want me to see?”

You get up and walk over to his bookshelf. There was a note with your name on it

“The rent is paid for the next five months. I’m leaving you the keys. Amber will take care of Blanche. She knows. That l night will be one of my fondest memories. You said, “You can’t love someone until you love yourself first.” I think it’s bullshit. I’ve never loved myself. But you, oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“Oh, Nath.” You sigh and send him a text. It goes to read, but he doesn’t respond.

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ariespageofbreath · 6 years ago

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Monster Summer Mash: Surface Road Trip

This is legit the longest oneshot I’ve written for this event wow-

Partially dedicated to @thelazyhermits for your love of the Gaster Bros (and also taking the inspo of the bros travelling) and @ut-stuff, because I know you like G. ^v^

I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I liked writing it. <3

(Also may or may not write more for this idea later-)

Your parents may not approve of you going on your little cross-country trip, but in your opinion, this was the best choice you could have made. The sense of freedom you gain from driving along the wide open stretches of country road, elbow resting on the rolled-down window sill of your old RV and wind in your face and radio turned up loud, is more more than you could have ever asked for. Things were so stifling back home, but here, you could do and go wherever you wanted, experience new things, and no one could tell you not to.

Your trip had started three weeks back. You were tired of being stuck inside for such a gorgeous summer, so you had called in your unused vacation days, packed up your bags, and broke out your parents’ untouched RV. You were gone within a night, and so far, you hadn’t regretted a moment of it.

About the only thing you missed were the people, especially when you were on a road like this without much to distract you. You’d kept in contact with any friends via social media, but beyond messaging a few of your closer friends, you tried to stay away from such apps. The last thing you wanted were your parents breathing down your neck, disappointed in you for dropping everything to “live like a hooligan.”

You were plenty civilized still, thank you very much. It could be worse. You could have decided not to take the RV and just walk out with only the clothes on your back and live in alleys for the duration of your trip.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the honk of a car in front of you. It’s a cute little white van with several children in it, from what you can tell. They’re honking at the cars in front of them, who have slowed down for some reason. You stick your head out the window, curious about what’s causing such a ruckus.

Oh. It’s a pair of people, standing on the edge of the road, thumbs out in the universal sign of hitchhiking. From what you can tell, they’re wearing giant straw sun hats and dark coats, which you don’t understand, given the fact that it’s so hot out.

For a moment, it looks like the car might let them on, but then they simply start driving again. Their thumbs falter minutely, but remain stubbornly in the air. The next several cars drive past as well, leaving you feeling sorry for the poor pair loitering on the side of the road. However, as you pull forward, you think you understand why the others rolled past them.

It’s a pair of monsters. Skeletons, from the look of it, with a pair of matching scars and the same grim look of determination. The taller of the two has a long, black coat, a grey turtleneck sweater, and fancy black slacks. A pair of forest-green irises float in the black expanse of his sockets, though the one in his right-which is sagging-is much smaller and dimmer. He does not look like he belongs on the side of the road with a crappy straw sunhat. His companion is dressed almost similarly, with a cream sweater and a black, cropped jacket with the sleeves rolled up. A pair of tight black jeans and a brilliant yellow eye finish off his look. He gives you a lopsided grin from beneath his sunhat. Both of them are carrying a heavy backpack, and Yellow-Eye has a guitar case resting at his feet.

Smiling down at them, you lean out the window, reaching over blindly to shut off the radio. “Howdy, strangers. You two look like you could use a lift.” You jerk your thumb at your vehicle, throwing in an enticing wink. “I’ve got a real nice rig here. Got full plumbing and everything.”

They seem very surprised you’re actually willing to offer them a ride. Yellow-Eye gives you a look of thinly-veiled suspicion, drawling, “Uh, heh, you sure about that, buddy? It doesn’t bother you that we’re, y’know, monsters?” Wow, that’s a nice voice.

“If it bothered me, I wouldn’t have offered,” you reply, unable to stop yourself from chuckling. He still doesn’t look convinced, so you decide to throw in, “Of course, if you really don’t wanna trust me, I don’t blame you-no offense taken. I’ll just be on my way, in my nice, air conditioned, comfortable, fully stocked RV…”

You watch them exchange glances. Yellow-Eye holds up a finger and grabs Green-Eye, turning him so they can huddle together and whisper. You rest your chin on your arm, watching them with an amused grin. You can tell how badly Green-Eye wants to get out of the heat, and Yellow-Eye looks like he hasn’t had a decent nap in years. These poor saps are in bad need of a break, and you’re more than willing to give it to them.

Finally, they turn back to you and grin. “Think we’re gonna take you up on that, buddy. Thanks for the lift,” Yellow-Eye says, reaching down to grab his guitar and adjust his bag.

You sit up, smiling wider. “Hey, it’s my pleasure, friend. Bring your stuff on around, I’ll let you in through the side door.”

They obligingly carry their things around to the side, where you’re already waiting with the door open. You reach out to take their things, and while they protest a little, assuring you it’s no trouble, you refuse to let them haul all of it around a moment longer. As you expected, this crap is heavy, and you have no idea how long they’ve been trudging along with all of it one their shoulders. You can’t imagine it’s very good for their spines.

Once you’ve set everything down, you turn and extend your hand, introducing yourself. Green-Eye takes your hand first, smiling warmly down at you. (It’s at this point that you realize they’re both very, very tall compared to you. Like, probably pushing seven feet, in Green-Eye’s case.) “My name is Aster. Thank you very much for your hospitality, my friend. I has been quite a while since we’ve had somewhere to rest our weary bones.”

Yellow-Eye takes your hand next, giving you the same lopsided grin, though it’s much more sincere now. “Yeah, thanks, buddy. We were starting to think we’d just have to walk to the nearest town. You can just call me G.”

“Well, there was no way I could just leave you standing out there all day,” you reply, brushing off their gratitude with a slight blush. Clapping your hands, you draw their attention away from thanking you and to their temporary ride. “So! Welcome to scenic my RV! Right back there is the bedroom; I’ve taken the top, but I don’t mind sharing rooms, so one of you can take the bottom, if you want. I’ve also got a loft up above the driver’s seat-” You gesture to it. “-and I’ve got a little futon right here.” You gesture by your knee. “So feel free to take any of those!”

You wander further towards the back, pointing things out as you go. “This is sort of our kitchen space, including those cabinets of there. My food it yours, so feel free to raid it whenever. We’ve got a bathroom right here, fully equipped with sinks and showers and toilets and things. I’ve got shampoo and stuff too, but uh…” Here you sneak a glance at them, grinning. “I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem for you two.”

Your efforts are rewarded with a grin from Aster and chuckles from both, leaving you slightly giddy. “I’m currently on a little cross-country adventure, but if you guys have got somewhere specific you need to go, I’d be glad to take you there.”

“Honestly, we were just lookin’ to hitch a ride to the nearest town,” G replies, glancing around your RV curiously. He fixes you with another look and grin. “Wherever you’re headed is fine. We’re sort of on our own road trip, you see. Just sort of… exploring.”

“Well…” You pause, uncertain, but you decide just to go for it. You give them a grin. “If you’d like, then… you could tag along with me until I’ve finished up my journey. I’ve been out and about for a few weeks now, but I still have lots of places I wanna go, and I don’t anticipate stopping anytime soon. So if you wanted, I’d be cool with you hanging around. Unless you just wanna leave after the first town we hit, I don’t mind that.” You punctuate this statement with a careless shrug, although you’re sort of hoping they say yes. It’s pretty lonely being the only one here, and you’ll admit, you’re very curious about your companions.

They exchange another glance. You have expect them to turn around to consult again, but instead they simple smile down at you. “Thanks for the invite, kid. If you’re serious about that, I think we’ll take you up on it,” G says, reaching out to nudge your shoulder lightly.

Aster nods, adding, “We’d be delighted to join you. Thank you again for your assistance.”

You snort, giving them a nonchalant smile to hide your excitement. “Hey, it’s no big deal, don’t mention it, really. I’m just glad to have some travel buddies. It’s more fun running around the countryside with someone else, you know?” You nod towards the driver’s seat. “I’m gonna head back up there, so make yourselves at home, and lemme know if you need anything.”

They both agree, so you pick your way back to your seat and start up the vehicle. It’s weird to hear two additional voices in the background, but it’s a good kind of weird that makes you happy.

You could get used to this.

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Picking up G and Aster was probably the best choice you could have made.

The brothers (step-siblings, apparently, though they got a little funny about it when you asked) were a riot. Not a moment passed by without some kind of shenanigans from them. They could not be more opposite. Aster was sweet, soft-spoken, eloquent, and a huge book nerd; most of is stuff were books he’d collected from places they’d already been. G was funny, spunky, loud, and laidback. He loved playing the guitar, and after hearing some of your favorites, he’d start playing for you when there was nothing good on the radio. (Admittedly, you’d taken to turning it off completely just to hear him sing. He was so dang good at it.)

With their different personalities-and senses of humor-they often got into little play fights and good-natured bickering. There were times when Aster would be trying to help you navigate the roads and G would come up and distract him, so you ended up hopelessly lost. Those were usually the best trips, however, as you could never quite expect what you were going to get, and it resulted in some pretty crazy and wonderful adventures. You knew more puns and jokes about literally everything than you’ve ever known in your whole life, and take every opportunity to get into a joke fight with G, which you’ve learned Aster hates.

(Or so he says. You’ve seen him crack a smile sometimes when he thinks you’re not looking, and he’s even made a few very subtle and clever ones himself, so you’re pretty sure it’s all for show.)

You learn a lot about the brothers as you travel with them, from little things like their favorite drinks or songs to interesting habits and personality quirks. You’ve noticed they both have a knack for sensing and subsequently evading trouble, and they’ve got quite the silver tongue. It’s bailed you out of more tough situations than you can count. You’ve also seen quite a bit of their magic as this point, from the mundane acts of dishes and laundry to teleportation and summoning bones. You’ve never actually seen them fight, but it’s come close a few times, and you know you never want to see them when they’re not holding back.

(Friendly skeletons or not, they can still be spooky.)

As the days pass, your RV starts to look less like your parents and more like yours-all or yours’. Aster’s books fill up certain shelves, and G’s clothes can be found scattered on all the furniture, mixed in with yours. Sheet music and coffee takes up the counter, and if anyone would to check your trash, they’d find an odd mix of tea bags, energy drinks, and condiment bottles. The previously pristine beds below your and in the loft are now rumpled with use, and even a few stuffed animals or other knick-knacks. You have tons of pictures of the three of you pinned to walls or tucked in books, and a skeleton charm dangles on your rear-view mirror.

It’s the most homey the RV has ever felt, and it’s all because of these two. These are the days you never want to end.

And of course, that’s just when they do.

You’ve been just about everywhere by now. You’ve met thousands of people, and seen thousands of things, and done thousands of things you’ve never done before. There’s not much else for you to do anymore, and you dread to end it, but you’re on the road back home.

You’re pulled up at a care to eat when it comes up. The skeletons notice that you’re not your usual exuberant self and, exchanging telling glances, G speaks up. “Okay kid, time to come clean. What’s been eating you?”

Snickering half-heartedly, you take a sip of your drink. “Good one, G.”

He stares at you blankly for a moment, before realizing that he’s accidentally making a pun and snickering. Aster sighs, apparently taking it upon himself to figure this out, hopefully without punning. You give him a startled look when he grabs your hand. Seeing he’s got your attention, Aster smiles soft and says, “My dear friend, it is obvious that something is troubling you. G and I are worried. I know we are heading towards your home; is it your parents?”

“Sorta?” you question, making a convoluted face. Aster tries to puzzle out your emotions as you speak. “I mean, yeah it’s kinda my parents. I know they’re not gonna be happy about this. Especially not that I’m practically living in an RV with two monsters.” You roll your eyes, clearly annoyed with their attitudes.

G snorts, taking a swig of his coffee. You can smell the espresso from here. “Your parents are lame. And you’re a grown adult, you can decide who you hang out with and whether you live in an RV with two monsters.”

This seems to make things worse, as your frown twists deeper and your grip on Aster’s hand tightens. Aster directs his glare at G, who holds his hands up meekly, looking bewildered. He has no idea what he’s said to upset you. Aster rolls his eyelights and returns his attention to you, gently squeezing your fingers. “My dear, please, do tell us what is the matter.” He hesitates, then asks, “Is it… That you are, currently, living with… us?”

Your head snaps up, and you give him an appalled look, as though offended he would even suggest it. “What? No! No, that’s not it at all, I love living with you guys! Living with you guys is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

Silence. A few people at the surrounding tables glance over, curious. Both skeletons are giving you a startled look, a faint blush on their cheek bones. Your face heats quickly to match them, so you duck your head and continue in a lower voice, “You guys are my best friends, no doubt. Living with you has been great, and I… I wanna keep living with you,” you finally admit, meeting their eyes to prove your sincerity. “I really do. But it’s just… We’ve been everywhere. There’s… There’s really no where else to go. We agreed you’d tag along with me until the end of my journey, but… This is it. The journey is over, so I was worried you might wanna… leave.”

More silence. Neither looks like they know what to say. Suddenly, G starts snickering, quietly at first, and then louder and louder. You glance at Aster, but he looks just as lost as you, and a little embarrassed when G starts pounding on the table lightly, rattling the silverware.

It takes a moment to collect himself, but when he finally does, he looks up to give you a surprisingly intense look, if not still amused. “Sweetheart, journey ain’t over ‘til you says it’s over. There’s so much more to explore out there. There’s a whole world, for Asgore’s sack!” He reaches over the table, grabbing your free hand firmly. His eye glows brightly, like it’s responding to his determined statements. “We’ll stay with you as long as you want to. We’ll go wherever the journey takes us. You’re not gettin’ rid of us that easy, buddy.”

Aster grins as your starstruck face, affirming, “That’s right, my friend. As long as you want to continue travelling with us, we will not leave you. You are part of our family now, my dear, and we won’t be so easily shaken.” It’s not often you see him look so sure of himself, so confident-it looks good on him.

You don’t know what to say. You’re overwhelmed with happiness and content, sitting across from them in a warm diner with their hands firmly in yours, smiling at you. Your family. Two people you’ve chosen to care about, and who’ve chosen to care for you.

Their expressions soften slightly, and G reaches out, brushing your cheek with his fingers. “Why you cryin’, sweetheart? You really wanna get rid of us that bad?” He’s teasing, you can tell; there’s no way he could miss the giant smile on your face.

You shake your head, firmly gripping their hands. “I don’t ever wanna get rid of you two.”

They nod approvingly, and after mopping up your tears, breakfast continues like normal. When you’re done, you all pay and clamber back in the RV, heading on your way. You’ll drop by your parents, just for a bit, to let them meet your boys, and then you plan on finding a new route to take with the two of them.

You’re not quite sure where you’re going yet, or where you’re going to end up, but you know as long as you’re with the two of them, you know it’ll be a worthy adventure.

#gaster bros #g #aster #undertale #undertale au #monstersummermash #event #raffle #day something #i don't even remember anymore #too many days

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Milestones (Slight Jake x F!MC)

Universe: Endless Summer Word Count: 2322 (whoops) Rating: PG Prompt: For #ChoicesCreates Week 5, hosted by @hollyashton and @cartoonfanforlife. The prompt for this week was: “Mirror.” Summary: A picture speaks a thousand words. But when you’re looking at not a still image, but what’s in front of you, the thoughts could be endless. You tell your own story, through your own eyes, through your own parallels, and through your own reflection.

Side note: I posted another JakexF!MC earlier this week, and would love to receive feedback for it! May or not be emotion-packed. Check it out through this link: http://ladysansaa.tumblr.com/post/159476264758/let-there-be-light-jake-x-fmc

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-6 years old-

You stand in front of the mirror, watching the blonde pigtails that your aunt tied up bob up and down as you sway to the tempo of the pop song playing on the radio. They were cute, but your costume isn’t. Your puffy, cyan blue Cinderella dress seems to refuse to move with you, and because of that you groan in frustration. It’s so itchy, and uncomfortable, you just want Halloween to be over with.

Your aunt, Rebecca, strolls into your bedroom, tiara in hand. “What’s wrong, love? I don’t recall the part in Cinderella where she throws fits.” She jokes, but it makes you even more upset.

You cross your arms, trying to get the point across. “I don’t like this costume. It doesn’t look good on me. I wanted to be cop. Why can’t I be a cop?”

“Sorry, love, I couldn’t find a police costume. Next year, I promise. And nonsense, you look adorable,” She tuts. “But, if you insist, I think I might have just the solution…” Your aunt waves the tiara ecstatically. “I knew your dress was missing something, so I quickly drove to the store to buy you a crown, fit for royalty!”

You stand still, arms remain folded, as she gently adjusts the tiara into your hair, careful not to poke you anywhere. “There. Now, you’re beautiful, princess.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “I was always beautiful.”

-16 years old-

Orange sun rays pour into your window, signaling the commencement of yet another school day. But, this wasn’t any typical school day.

You stand in front of the mirror, adjusting the navy blue and white tie you adorned over your white collared shirt. The radish earrings you have dangling in your earlobes sway to the tempo of the latest Hayley Rose single.

You’ve always loved the character Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. It hadn’t occurred to you until now that she would make a perfect costume. As you face your reflection, you see yourself in Luna, as if the two of you have merged into one. You feel like an oddball in high school, but, if Luna Lovegood can persevere through seven years of people snickering behind her back for doing what she loves, then you can do the same.

It’s not that you don’t have friends, they’re just…acquaintances. And you never felt at home with any of the cliques in high school. You’re not lonely. Just alone. A lone individual.

“M/C! Time for breakfast!”

“Coming Rebecca!” You take a deep breath and admire your costume through the mirror one last time. You can’t wait for college.

-18 years old-

You stand in front of your dorm room’s mirror with the worst lighting possible, adjusting the mouse ears you fitted into your pin-straight, blonde hair. As much as you’d like to go full-out Karen Smith, your subconscious suggests that perhaps wearing lingerie to your first college Halloween party would not be the wisest idea. Earlier this week, you visited a thrift store, and managed to snag a flowy black dress and some pink ribbon to help create your makeshift Mean Girls-inspired costume. You’ve been dying to finally have the freedom to be who you want to be – Not just on Halloween, but in life in general. College is your fresh start, and so far it has not disappointed.

From the corner of your eye, you notice a curly-haired boy in an oversized lab coat saunter into your room. He gives you a once-over, amused, before he raises the question you’ve been preparing to hear the entire night.

“What are you?”

You exaggeratedly turn so you’re facing your new-found best friend Diego, jut your hip to your side, and point towards your mouse ears as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m a mouse, duh.”

With Diego’s extensive knowledge of pop culture, you are not one bit surprised he detected your costume reference from down the hallway. During the first week of college, you blasted a Hayley Rose classic, “Outlaw”, hoping to attract people to drop by and discuss their oh-so varying music tastes. It turns out that your brilliant idea wasn’t so brilliant after all, but thank the heavens someone just as lame as you decided to pop in.

Despite it only being a few weeks, you feel like Diego is the gem you’re destined to encounter, your partner-in-crime for the following years to come. And you’re so thankful for him. If by any circumstances you lose him in this journey through college, you honestly might lose yourself too.

-21 years old-

You literally skipped Halloween this year.

You sit behind your group friends, all gathered in the lobby around Michelle and the birthday cake which Quinn set down on the table. Quinn being Quinn, you have a feeling she’s going to bring out another cake when the clock strikes twelve, as your birthday follows right after Michelle’s.

But in this moment, you could not care less about Michelle’s birthday. You could not care less about yours. You could not care less about yourself.

You’ve lost a part of yourself recently; and the reality of it has been sinking into you, slowly killing your willpower, draining your energy, and made you completely numb on the inside.

It could have been you.

It shouldn’t have happened to Diego.

You just want this to end.

A wall of mirrors sit on the other side of the lobby. In the reflection, you stare back at yourself, acknowledging the hopelessness of your current situation.

“…Happy birthday dear Michelle, happy birthday to you!” Your classmates sing at the top of their lungs.

Amidst all the chaos you watch occur beyond the reflection, a striking army green jacket catches your attention. You shift your eyes upward to catch a glimpse of Jake, only to find him already looking at you, eyebrow raised as his way of asking, “How you holdin’ up?”

Subtly, you respond to him with a nod, and turn away. You’re hurting, in more ways than any of your friends can imagine, but that doesn’t mean you should spoil the fun for him. Jake deserves to be happy, even if it’s temporarily. After all, that’s all you can promise him – temporary, right?

All your life, you yearned for someone like Jake, for the special connection, the euphoric sensation you feel every moment you’ve spent with him. But, there’s absolutely no possibility that the two of you will manage to be anything but strangers off this island.

It was all too hopeless.

-24 years young-

You strut towards your work station at ClickIt! and set down your coffee, catching a glimpse of yourself in your monitor’s reflection. The long and glittery, detailed braid that you styled this morning rests on top of your navy blue blazer, not moving a single inch from where you positioned it earlier today. You never thought you’d dress up as a Disney princess ever again, yet here you are. It’s a subtle costume, but you hope it gets the point across.

Dani, your best friend and desk neighbor at the office, tries to swiftly roll her chair closer , but her eye patch and floppy pirate hat blocks her vision and she ends up colliding her chair into yours.

“Oouf, sorry! Holy smokes, you make one flaming hot ice queen, M/C. What’s the inspo?”

“Oh, you know, nothing much…except for the fact that everyone in this office has been begging me to dress up as Elsa ever since I joined the team. Oh, and nice oxymoron.” Dani appreciates that you caught her witty play on words and shoots you a wink.

“Hmm…do you think you could sprinkle some of that glitter in your hair onto TJ’s desk? He could use the sparkle. Or a spark. Turn the spark into an explosion and we’re talking.” You slyly smile at each other.

“Oh, I’ll be sure to whip my hair here and there when I pass by his corner.”

The two of you try to get back to your own individual work, but the limited space between you two is a usual welcome for catching each other up on the hot gossip.

“So Dani, how’s it like being the new lead of #LoveHacks? Does your team like you?”

“Oh yeah, we were all working together beforehand; it’s just that I’m in a ‘higher’ position than them now. But they love it. Neil and Alex are writing up this article about ‘the perfect coffee date’, and Stef is brainstorming some steamy ideas to spice up our brand.”

“Oh really?” You smirk at the thought. “I’d definitely read that. Actually, I’d read all of Stef’s work.”

“Yeah, she’s awesome. What about you? Are you finally going to stay in the office for a while? Or is Martin sending you off on another #TripTips trip? Heh, ‘#TripTips trip,’ try saying that ten times.”

You lean back in your chair, letting out a long exhale. “Yeah, Vancouver was not fun. It rained the entire time I was there. Martin supposedly sent me my next project this morning, so I just gotta check my e-mail and find out.”

You glance over at Dani, a look of uncertainty washing over your face. “Is it bad that I want to stay cooped up in an office for eight hours a day? I’ve been flying around the globe so much, I honestly think it’d be more cost efficient for the company to just buy me a private jet and personal pilot.”

Dani lets out a hearty chuckle. “What can I say? We always want what we can’t have. If I were you, I’d drop everything and do as much travelling for my job as I can.”

You beam at her optimism. “In that case, wanna do the honours and look at my next assignment for me?”

“Sure!” You roll away from your desk, letting Dani take control. She’s clicking away at your emails, meanwhile you’re looking around the office, noticing all the Halloween costumes for the first time since you got in.

In front of you, Dani lets out a gasp. “Oooooohhh, I think you’re gonna like this assignment. Martin’s really not taking you for granted, huh?” Dani whips her head around, and you cock your eyebrow at her in suspicion.

“Well, are you gonna tell me what it is?”

Your best friend rolls away from your computer, revealing your newest project. “M/C, you’re going to Costa Ricaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

-26 years young-

You stand in front of the mirror, watching the blonde pigtails you tied up bob up and down as you sway to the tempo of the Spanish song playing from the radio. The blue and pink you chalked up near the end of your pigtails doesn’t seem vibrant enough. You grab the hair chalk still sitting on top of your vanity and begin rubbing more colour onto your ends.

“Well, hello gorgeous,” A husky voice comes from behind. You’ve been so busy perfecting your costume you barely noticed the love of your life, Jacob Lucas McKenzie, stroll into your room in an incredibly dashing indigo coat over a forest green dress shirt (which you picked out, of course).

“That’s Dr. Harleen Quinzel for you, Jared.”

Jake glares at you. “Joker.”

“Jared.”

“Joker.”

“Jared.”

A familiar smirk lifts up the corner of his mouth. “Are we about to have this conversation again?”

“No, I’ll save it for later tonight,” You shoot a suggestive wink at him, “Ready to head out?”

“Yeah, just one more thing –“

Jake leans in and presses his lips roughly against yours, which earns him a questioning look from you. “Mmm...What was that for?”

“Nothing. Just…You’re beautiful, princess.”

A small smile forms on your lips. “As I’ve heard before.”

You take Jake’s hand and the two of you walk out of your hotel room.

“So,” Jake starts, “Costume ideas for next Halloween?”

“Hmm, I remember, in college, Diego always hyped up this game called ‘Uncharted’. Ever heard of it?”

“Pfft, yeah. I think he figured you grew tired of listening to him talk about his pop culture and La Huerta comparisons, ‘cause he was blurting it to the rest of us.”

“I don’t know…maybe he just wanted to annoy you. I mean, you did give him the worst nickname.”

Jake flashes you a grin, which you gladly return. “So, you think we should dress up as those guys from the video game?”

“Oh yeah,” You chuckle, “Diego’s not wrong, you and I could definitely give Nathan Drake and Elena Fisher a run for their money..."

Bonus:

Chop!

Nathan faces away from the living room, focusing on the giant carrot he has to quickly chop and throw into the soup brewing on the stove. In the background, he hears the jingle of a mobile game coming from his wife’s phone. “What chu playing there?” He shouts.

“It’s this app called Choices,” Elena shouts back. “They’re like the ‘Choose-Your-Own-Adventure’ books we had as a kid, except better, apparently. I saw my coworker play it during break, and he convinced me to download it. Oh hold on – quick time event.” Nathan turns around from the kitchen counter and sees a head of blonde hair hovering intently over a phone.

“Oh, really?” He throws the chopped up carrots into the pot. “So, what adventure are you facing tonight?”

“Just this book called ‘Endless Summer’, it’s about a bunch of college kids stuck on an island. They even got a character choice that kind of looks like me, so that’s kinda cool.”

Elena keeps tapping her screen. “I already like this book so much, it kinda reminds me of what we used to do, y’know? Well, except much, much milder. But I think my own character’s got potential. I can tell she’s well-rounded.”

Nathan turns the tap on to wash his hands. “Mmhmm…anybody like me?”

“We’ll see…ooooh. Okay, she’s talking to this pilot in the cockpit now…ahaha! Oh my god – Nate - this could totally be us in a parallel universe. Forget Elena and Nate, hello, Elena and Jake.”

“Wait, what? Hold on, lemme take a look at this kid.”

#choicescreates #playchoices #fanfic #jake mckenzie #jakexmc #my writing #es ff #endless summer

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