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violett-writes · 3 years

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Lovely

thought i found a way

It's been 4 months since you walked out of Clay's life. 4 months of sleepless nights, unread messages, and fans asking what the hell happened.

You thought if you pretended nothing was wrong, one day it would be true. But that hasn't happened yet. Bags under your eyes just keep getting bigger. Sleepless nights turned into sleepless days and then weeks.

but you never go away

You thought that by leaving, he would leave your thoughts. Somehow it seemed to have the opposite effect. You only thought about him more, you kept thinking you saw him out of the corner of your eye, only to whip your head around to see some random blonde haired guy.

so i guess i gotta stay now

You slowly unblocked the boys on Twitter. You relished reading their tweets, it felt like they were in front of you, speaking directly to you, painful eye contact. You laughed along with Nick's weird 3 a.m. tweets, smiled sadly when Clay had to once again defend his community, giggling at George's suspicious tweets on his second account. You liked a few, thinking they would be buried along with the rest of thousands of likes.

i hope some day i'll make it out of here

You would lay in bed for hours, silent tears streaming down your face as you watched every stream of theirs. You couldn't help yourself, you desperately needed to feel like you were with them again. You missed your best friends, you fucking missed them so much.

even if it takes all night or a hundred years

You slowly started to repair yourself, picking up the pieces and gluing them together with gold. You unblocked them on Instagram. It felt good, you were moving on. Things would never be the same, but at least you could interact with them without feeling like your heart is going to burst. A month goes past and you start tweeting back and forth with them again. Your fans are elated to see the Dream Team plus one interact again.

You ignore their messages.

need a place to hide, but i can't find one near

You ignore the cafe that you and Clay used to frequent. You ignore all the places you two used to hang out really. You're not ready to run into him. Even though you've become accustomed to him replying to a tweet of yours every now and then, you don't think you're ready to see him. See his eyes. All you can remember is how he looked at her.

wanna feel alive, outside i can't fight my fear

One night you decided to celebrate. You hit up a good friend of yours, someone you could trust, a rarity now that you cut off all of your old friends.

You two went out to a bar, drinking a few too many martinis and you got plaster. Proper smashed. Your words were slurring, your vision dancing as your friend dragged you out of the crowded bar.

isn't it lovely, all alone?

You cried in her arms that night, admissions breathing out of you about a boy you loved with your entire heart who threw it back in your face.

heart made of glass, my mind of stone

You screamed, the last 6 months worth of pain coming out as your voice went raw. You hit the throw pillows on her couch, cursing his name. Promising to never again let a man hurt you like this.

tear me to pieces, skin to bone

You refused to talk about that night with your friend again. Blaming it on the alcohol that breathed fire into your veins, whispers of the past blurring on the outskirts of your vision. You ignored it just like a lot of things in your life.

It was month 8 when it happened. Month 8 of ignorance, blissful ignorance. He showed up at your apartment at 3 in the morning, smelling just like he did that night, beer hot on his lips.

He pushed his way into your apartment. Crying admissions of what he missed, of what could be, of fear that preventing him from making a move. He was just so damn scared.

And looking at that broken man on your couch, you couldn't help but cry with him. You wrapped your arms around him, ignoring the stink of beer, as he clutched to your shirt, like if he loosened his grip even a little you would slip between his fingers again.

Month 9 you began to make videos with them again. It was tense, a few of your jokes not quite hitting because of the truth that bubbled under the surface.

Month 10 you began hanging out with Clay again. Frequenting the cafe with their delicious coffee.

Month 11 he kissed you. There was no liquid courage this time. No harsh taste of beer on his tongue. No blurring vodka in your system.

This time there was no fire burning in your system. It felt like cooling water flowing through your veins, soft whispers filling in the cracks that were left in your heart gently finishing the repair job that started so long ago.

You felt right in his arms, safe and warm.

hello, welcome home

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violett-writes · 3 years

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& Burn

lips meet teeth and tongue

God if it wasn't for that night. Buzzed with the courage that only tequila can give, you rushed forward to meet his lips.

my heart skips eight beats at once

In a second, your world tilted. Fire bloomed inside you, the burn almost too hot to handle. A pain so good. His lips pressed roughly against you, the taste of beer strong on his tongue. Why did he kiss you back? Why did he condemn you to a fate worse than death?

if we were meant to be, we would have been by now

You spent the next week shooting him looks only to be avoided. Your touch brushed away like lint on a dark shirt. Tension thick in the air. George and Nick asked you what happened. Questions you avoided like poison. You tried to get him alone, tried to ask him what happens now in the after.

see what you wanna see, all i see is him right now

You couldn't think of anything else. He flooded your thoughts, your dreams, he consumed every waking moment of your life. Why did he kiss you back if he didn't mean it? Why didn't he feel the same about you that you did about him? Why weren't you good enough for him to stay?

i'll sit and watch your car burn

with the fire that you started in me

Who wouldn't fall for Clay? He was the perfect kind of imperfection. His laugh just a little too loud, his words sharp but kind. You hung onto every word, rewatching videos just to recreate hanging out with him for one more moment. You pitfully hung onto the hope that you two would one day be together.

It was a mistake. That's what he told you the next day. A simple mistake that you two could forget and move on, your friendship salvageable.

But you couldn't move on.

but you never came back to ask it out

go ahead and watch my heart burn

with a fire that you started in me

Weeks went past, you tried to go back to normal. God did you try. You tried to push aside your feelings when the four of you would hang out. You covered the ache in your heart with laughs and half hearted jokes.

Then it happened. The very thing you dreaded since he told you to move on. You saw them together at the coffee shop you two would frequent. Every time you saw him laugh at a joke she made it felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest.

but i'll never let you back to put it out

You did the best you could do. You built your walls up again. Avoided him harder. You slowly disappeared from his life. From his friend group.

You had built your life around him. His friends were your friends. Even so, they were his friends first. You couldn't ask them to stay in your life. You couldn't ask them to choose.

So you left instead.

You unfollowed them all, left the group chats, blocked their numbers.

You couldn't handle being reminded of him at every turn.

You couldn't handle having his relationship tossed in your face.

Your life was on fire, ghosts of moments were left behind. Buildings burnt down, tree stumps reminding you of what could have been. What had been if you just hadn't kissed him. You were content to just be his friends, content to live in the blurred lines between you two. Would they, wouldn't they. It was familiar, comforting. If you just hadn't kissed him. If you just hadn't forced him to make a decision.

Footsteps forever burnt into the ground, memorializing the day you left.

and i'll watch your car burn

with the fire that you started in me

but you never came back to ask it out

go ahead and watch my heart burn

with the fire that you started in me

but i'll never let you back to put it out

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violett-writes · 3 years

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Your karl post was amazing ❤️❤️ and super sweet!! You're such a talented writer!! ❤️❤️

owie my heart :-( im crying. thank you <3333

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violett-writes · 3 years

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Love Languages and Achievements

Everyone knew Karl's love language was touch. It was very obvious to even the most dense of fans. From kissing his friend's cheek to slamming into others with a powerful hug, the man always showed his affection through touch.

The Dream SMP friend group thought that he was the very definition of touch love language. No one in their eyes could ever top Karl.

Until they met you. Hoo boy did you top Karl and his touching.

When you and the boys, Nick, Clay, and George met up, you always had a hand on one of them. At the airport you slammed into Nick with a hug, nearly taking him off his feet before he caught you and gave you an equally tight hug. When you met George for the first time, you grabbed his hands and squeezed so hard he thought his fingers broke. When you met Clay, you gave him a good ol' british kiss, smacking your lips comically loud as you did.

So, the boys started brainstorming. From your hilariously loud laugh to your squeaks when you get too excited, they knew you would be a perfect match for their soft friend.

They contacted the one person they knew would be able to make this a reality.

green block man, the queen, cowboy, and jimster

"Operation Matchmaker" group chat

green block man

Jimmy. We need a favor.

jimster

ummm what's up?

the queen

You know (Y/N)?

jimster

sorta?

cowboy

this is operation matchmaking

green block man

we did not agree on that name...

the queen

YES WE LITERALLY DID

cowboy

guys stfu focus

jimster

what is going on

green block man

(y/n) and karl

jimster

i think im following

the queen

can you do some video to get them together????

And so the plan was set into motion. Jimmy was going to craft the perfect challenge video with the members of the Dream SMP that could make it and of course, the main characters, you and Karl.

Jimmy recruited as many people as he could, posing it as a Dream SMP meet up. You, Quackity, Badboyhalo, Sapnap, Dream, George, Tommy, Wilbur, Tubbo, Jimmy, and of course, Karl, were all going to meet up at one of his filming studios. It was going to be a real life minecraft video, where you all had to complete various minecraft achievements. The one with the most achievements at the end wins $1,000.00.

The day of the video, you picked out a creeper costume while on facetime with Nick.

"Nick," You whine, pulling up your thigh high fishnet stockings. You giggle at yourself in the mirror, your green dress just barely grazing the top of your stockings, the painted on pixels making you just pass for an attempted creeper. Key word, attempted.

You grab your phone and turn it around showing off your ridiculous costume. "I don't think this is appropriate. Is anyone else going to be dressing up??" You ask him as he bursts out laughing at your getup.

"I'm going to be an oak log and Wilbur is going to be an enderman, but those are the only two confirmations I got." Nick choked out, tears filling his eyes as he continues to laugh.

"And why do I have to be the only one dressing up as an e-whore?!" You break down, laughing at yourself as you add green blush and winged eyeliner.

You roll your eyes at Nick and hang up the phone as you get into your car to drive to the address Jimmy texted you a few weeks ago.

When you finally arrived, Nick was sitting in his car as you pull up next to him. He got out and you were finally able to see his costume. A brown striped hoodie with equally hideous brown pants topped off with a light brown beanie.

You immediately start to giggle, covering your stomach as you bend over, trying to suppress your loud snorts. "That.... that is the worst costume I have ever seen!" You continue to laugh as you grab onto Nick's shoulder. Once the two of you got all your giggles out, you walked hand in hand into the studio.

You were met with Wilbur, dressed as an enderman, Clay, dressed up as a lava block, and Tommy dressed as a pig. You and Nick spent far too long laughing at Tommy's outfit, much his chagrin.

After Tommy was finally finished shouting at you and Nick for laughing at his costume, you finally went into the main filming room, riding in on Wilbur's back. The meet up was already in full swing. Bad and George were chatting in a corner, glasses of punch in hand. Quackity and Tubbo were laughing at the snack table. Jimmy and Karl were whispering together by the cameras.

"(Y/N)!" George yelled, enthusiastically waving at you. You giggle and wave at him, getting off of Wilbur's back to bounce over to him. You wrap him into a tight hug.

"I'm so glad to see you again!" You whisper into his chest.

Jimmy claps, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. "Alright folks, as most of you know, we're going to be doing a minecraft achievements challenge. You have to try and gain the most challenges in minecraft. But, what you don't know, is this is going to be a partner challenge!"

You gasp, biting your lip as you excitedly grin at the faces around you. Most of them you know well, aside from Jimmy and Karl whom you've only spoken to once or twice.

"Here's the partner list," Jimmy takes a deep breath for suspense. "Dream and George!" The two boys go to each other's side, high fiving each other.

"You fools are going down!" Clay snears as George points two fingers at all of you.

"Quackity and Badboyhalo!" The two step to the otherside of Clay and George, grinning at each other.

"You muffin heads are screwed!" Bad giggles, trying to act tough as Quackity nods excitedly.

"Sapnap and Wilbur!"

Sapnap and Wilbur join each others side, lining up with the rest of the teams as they nod in silence glaring at the groups.

"Tubbo and Tommy!"

"Obviously." Clay groans, rolling his eyes as the younger pair bump chests, making obnoxious grunts that you can only described as frat boy hype noises.

"and (Y/N) and Karl." Jimmy announces the last time and you smile, skipping over to Karl.

You offer him your hand, "Nice you meet you, Karl. We're going to kick some serious ass."

Karl nods, shaking your hand as you two line up with the other teams. "100% win streak, baby!"

You giggle as Karl wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you tight to him. You wrap your arm around his middle, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

"As you can see, we have various items around the studio." Jimmy goes on to explain the rules of the game as you glance around the room.

Off in the left side of the corner, there was a makeshift oak forest. On the right side there was a stone wall. In the middle there was a table headed by Chandler, labeled as CRAFTING TABLE. He had boxes filled with various craftable items behind him. In the middle of the room there was a kiddy pool, something in the bottom that you can't quite see. Nearby the crafting table there was a table with chests, labeled as INVENTORY.

"Get as many achievements as you can. I'll be watching to see which ones you gain. Only one team can make one achievement. I'll be keeping score and crossing off the ones already achieved. Let the games begin!" Jimmy yells, winking at the camera off to the side as the teams start running to different corners of the room.

You gasp, grabbing Karl's hand and dragging him to the table with the inventory chests on it.

You open the box as Karl realizes what you're doing. He quickly looks over to Jimmy. "We opened our inventory!"

Jimmy nods, putting a point onto the score board and crossing out Taking Inventory on the Achievement List.

"And (Y/N) and Karl just got their first achievement." His words were met with loud groans.

"How could we have forgotten that one?!" George asks, slapping his forehead as him and Clay break apart the constructed oak tree.

You look over at Karl with parted lips and giggle. This is the first time you ever really looked at Karl. Of course you've watched his streams, but a web camera can only do someone so much justice. His tousled brown hair laid on his forehead, almost in front of his eyes. It makes you pause for a second, butterflies forming in your stomach.

Karl smiles, his eyes creasing as he stares back at you, your fingers still laced together. "I like your costume, by the way." He laughs, looking down at your outfit.

You smile appreciatively, "I like yours... mooshroom cow?" You glance down at his red paints and painted shirt, crude mushrooms painted on. He nods and you giggle, smiling brightly at him. The outfit makes him look so adorable.

"George and Clay have gotten their first achievement." Jimmy announces, as he crosses off Getting Wood off the achievement list.

It startles you out of your thoughts and the two of you get your heads back into the game.

Karl drags you over to the forest. The two of you work together to take down your tree, opening the boxes made to look like oak blocks to find oak planks.

With the oak planks in hand, you two went over to the crafting bench near the inventory table. Chandler winked at Karl as he handed him sticks in return for two oak planks. The two of you then handed him three oak planks and two sticks for a wooden pickaxe.

"(Y/N) and Karl got their second achievement!" Jimmy announces as he crosses off Time to Mine! off the list.

You two high five, laughing loudly as Karl grips your shoulder, doubling over as he giggles at the ridiculousness of this game. Finally, Karl gestures to his back and you hop on, his arms wrap around your thighs as the two of you running over to the wall of stone.

With the pickaxe, the two of you were able to get two pieces of stone. You run back over to the trees to get more wood as Karl goes over to the crafting bench. Once you return, you trade the wood blocks for sticks.

"Tubbo and Tommy got their first achievement!" Jimmy announces, crossing off The Lie off the list. Of course the boys would first make a cake.

You and Karl trade the stone and the sticks for a hoe.

"(Y/N) and Karl got their third achievement!" Jimmy states, crossing off Time to Farm! off the list.

And so the game went off. Getting an Update crossed off by Sapnap and Wilbur, Acquire Hardware gotten by George and Dream, Hot Topic achieved by Bad and Alex, Time to Strike! done by Tommy and Tubbo, and Delicious Fish gained by you and Karl. By the end of it, you were slightly damp and panting, of course the fish were at the bottom of a kiddy pool which Karl decided to jump into.

At the end of the day, George and Clay won. The were showered in money from the money gun as the rest of the teams had to chant their names.

You and Karl had become awfully close after the four hour long challenge. The whole time you had a hand on each other, from giving each other piggyback rides (though you had failed miserably when you tried to carry him), to always having one hand laced together, to hugging tightly at every achievement gained.

Needless to say, you had gained one achievement you never thought you would... gaining a crush.

Jimmy finished off the video with George and Clay on his side going through his signing off spiel.

"That was so fun!" Bad said, clapping when the cameras stopped rolling. The studio was a mess of open boxes laying everywhere, haphazardly thrown by the teams and water gleamed on the floor around the kiddy pool, courtesy of yours truly.

You nodded, glancing over at Karl with a bright smile. "That was really fun!" You wrapped your arms around him in a side hug and he gladly returned the gesture. You couldn't help but giggle, burying your head into his chest.

"I'm starving!" Tubbo complained loudly, rubbing his stomach.

Tommy nodded, "Yes, the big man needs big nourishment!"

You giggled at him, Karl's chest rumbling as he laughed along with you. Jimmy smiled, "You're in luck, big man, the pizza just arrived."

You all cheered and walked into the small room designated for eating. One large table sat in the middle, 8 chairs lined up around it. There weren't enough chairs for all of you unfortunately. Clay and Nick choosing to sit on the floor near the chair George claimed. However, rather than let you sit on the floor to eat, Karl patted his lap. You graciously sat on his lap, munching on your slice of cheese pizza.

Nick and Clay whispered to each other as George conspicuously snapped pictures of the two of you. Karl's arms wrapped around your middle, using your lap as a table for his plate. You two were engaged in a whispered conversation, loud laughs coming from each of you every so often.

By the end of the night, you were exhausted and full. The british gang went back to their airbnb. As you, Clay, Nick, Bad, Quackity, and Jimmy lazily walked back to your cars, yawns coming from you every so often.

Karl and you walked to your car, his arm wrapped around your middle as you leaned your head on his shoulder, tired beyond your mind. Nick and Clay walked on your right side, talking about the day's challenge.

"So, uh, your love language is touch, right (Y/N)?" Nick asked you, not so subtly. Blush flares onto your cheeks and you laugh, shrugging slightly as you pick your head up to glance over at him.

"I would say so. I just appreciate it. Ya know?" You hum, putting your head back down onto Karl's shoulder.

Clay checks Nick's shoulder, winking at him.

"You know what sounds so fun right now, Nick?" Clay asks, mischief in his voice.

"I don't know, what sounds so fun right now, Clay?" Nick asks, giggling slightly.

"A sleepover!" He announces, pumping his fist in the air.

You gasp, nodding excitedly, suddenly not tired at all. "A sleepover sounds so fun! Right Karl?!" You look over at the brown eyed boy who seems as equally as excited as you.

"We could have a sleepover at my apartment!" You say, nodding at the three boys. "I have snacks and we could watch movies!"

Nick and Clay laugh, nodding.

"Wait, Jimmy drove me here." Karl says, looking over at Jimmy whose waiting by his car, scrolling through his phone bored.

"I'm sure (Y/N) can drive you!" Clay offers and you nod quickly.

Karl quickly agrees and lets Jimmy know the plan. The four of you were off on another adventure, Clay and Nick following you in their cars to your apartment which wasn't too far away.

The whole car ride there, you and Karl sang along to all the oldies, screaming like the crackheads you were. Your hand was always in his, only leaving it momentarily when you had to turn. The half an hour drive seemed like hours as you two cracked jokes and got to know each other.

The sleepover was spent in your living room, the four of you watching Disney movie after Disney movie and throwing popcorn at each other. You and Karl spent the the night wrapped up in each other's arms, cuddling under the shared blanket. Your butterflies only got stronger.

The next morning, Clay and Nick got plenty of shots of the two of you sleeping, cuddled up in each other's arms.

And suddenly you were added to a group chat named Operation Matchmaker with a whole album of pictures of the two of you from the challenge and the sleepover. Only then did you notice how Karl looked at you, a twinkle in his eyes as you looked at him in equal adoration. Pictures of you on his back, your head thrown back with your mouth open, laughing. You and Karl in the kidding pool, splashing water on each other. Finally, you and Karl asleep, wrapping up in each other's embrace, even your legs tangled together.

Who would've thought you would have gained the achievement being liked back.

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violett-writes · 3 years

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hi yall! thank you for the massive amount of support yall have given me. i have just published a new Karl Jacobs fanfiction book over on my wattpad but i will not be cross posting that here bc i have like pictures in the chapters and its too much work to figure that out on here.

so my wattpad is here if you’re interested in reading that <3

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violett-writes · 3 years

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This was a beautiful collab with my friend Charli over at colonelcalgary on Wattpad. Their stories are beautifully written and their original post of this is in their Imagination Station so please go give them some love and tell them I sent you!

Enjoy part 2 of For Granted!

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"I promise I won't take you for granted anymore. I'll show you how much I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much."

Things had been better for awhile. George had kept his word for a few, really good weeks. You guys had eaten every meal together, gone on fun dates, and fallen asleep in each other's arms just like you used to. You spent time together in some other ways, but we don't need to go into detail about those.

George had obviously kept screaming, limiting it to around two hours a day he spent on his computer with an audience, though he did spent time editing and calling with Dream, but you often joined him then.

What is it that they say about good things?

Slowly, invasively, those cancerous habits creeped back in.

"I'll be right there, baby." How many times you had heard those words. How many times those words had been nothing but lies. How many times you'd fallen asleep without him, replacing him with a pillow as you slept, arms wrapped around the silk case, getting about as much love back from the plush substitute as George gave you.

It was like his romantic nature, one that planned sweet dates and bought you perfect presents, had simply fallen out of him. Like he was empty George shell, overtaken by the need to gain followers to match his more successful friend. He was willing to do whatever it took to get him there, whether that be streaming for 16 hours or forfeiting his place at your side.

"I promise I won't take you for granted anymore."

Promises. What a joke. Empty bonds made with empty words creating empty voids when they are inevitably broken.

It left a bitter taste in your mouth when you realized, no matter what, George would always break that promise.

If you have him a chance after this one, how long would it be before he crept back into his office after you fell asleep?

How long until he did things out of fear rather than love? Was he already acting that way?

People have told you time and time again that there is no love without a little pain, a little risk, and a little fear. However, you had all those components, yet could still feel the embers of a love that once burned brightly as they fizzled out.

You willed yourself to stay awake that night, a few bags you had packed sitting in the chair opposite of your bed.

George wandered in some time around 3:30, his hair sticking up in every direction. He smiled at you, eyes crinkling at the corners, and for a moment you couldn't help but be reminded of why it had been so easy to fall in love with him.

His smile dropped when he saw your bags, your tired expression, the unshed tears brimming on your lower lids.

You stood up, taking his hands in yours. "I'm moving out, George. I have to. We can't... I can't do this anymore. I'm sor-" You began to apologize.

"Don't. Don't you dare apologize. T-this is all my fault, that you feel the need to leave. Do you have some place to go? I can leave, if you wish." He sniffled back a sob.

"A friend is putting me up for a few nights. I've been looking some apartments, should have signed off on one by the day after next." You avoided his gaze.

"So this is something you've been planning for a while, huh? God, I'm blind." He scratched his arm.

"I... yes. You have your priorities, I have mine. Maybe I'll go back to school." You smiled sadly, gathering your bags.

"Well, good luck, Y/N." That's all he could say as he watched you walk toward the door.

"Good luck, George." You replied, closing the door to the apartment for the last time.

Turns out, going back to school had been exactly what you ended up doing. Three years of you life passed within the bustling campus walls of the same university you began your studies at. The day you stepped out, equipped with your degree and a smile bright enough to power a continent for at least a decade, you suddenly had the craving for a latte from your favorite cafè just a twenty minutes' drive from your apartment.

In the beginning, it hadn't been all smooth sailing. You'd cried in the arms of your best friend, doing all the normal post breakup things like screaming in the shower to sad songs and being 90% of Ben and Jerry's income.

However, after a few weeks of submersing yourself in Taylor Swift and the Tonight Dough, you'd come to your senses. All in a week, you'd applied back to uni, adopted a dog, dyed your hair, given yourself some sort of purpose.

Now, with your new pup trotting at your side, you walked to the outdoor cafè that you'd spent so many late night cram sessions at.

You were elbow deep in a peppermint latte when a soft, posh voice snapped you out of your people watching.

"Y/N, hey!"

Your eyes met with brown ones, sparkling as they took you in. He still had that same mess of brown hair, the same crow's feet when he smiled, his top row of teeth just slightly covering the bottom.

"George! Hi! Wow, fancy meeting you here." You smiled, standing up to hug him and pushing down whatever emotion bubbled up.

He took in your attire, graduation gown overflowing from it's cramped prison inside your bag.

"You went back to school?" He grinned, pointing to your bag.

"Oh, yeah! I just graduated like... half an hour ago." You shrugged.

"Y/N! That's... wow, that's phenomenal. We should celebrate! The orchard, if you have time?"

He meant the apple orchard you guys always went to in the fall, where you had your first date.

You pretended to check your watch, taking his outstretched hand and downing the rest of your latte.

"Why the hell not." You laughed.

At the orchard, you quickly excused yourself to the restroom, staring yourself down in the mirror and splashing cold water on your face. When you returned, your dog was curled on George's lap as they sat on a bench swing, your favorite apple cider drink in his hand.

"I hope you still liked these. I went over to get your dog some water and bought myself something so then I didn't want to be that guy who-" He rambled.

"George, stop. It's perfect, thank you." And you did still like it, even after all this time.

The drink. Just the drink.

... Right?

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violett-writes · 3 years

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Hozier Songs and John Green Novels

You glance down at the blonde hair in your lap, your fingers lazily tangling themselves in his hair. His eyes are closed as soft music plays on your tv. There's frost on your windows, outside a soft blanket of snow covers the earth, muffling the sounds of the city. For now, you can only hear the soft breathing of your love, a steady sound making you assume he's asleep.

You hum along softly to To Be Alone by Hozier as Patches jumps onto the couch, snuggling herself into Clay. He gently moves his arm to wrap around her, pulling her closer to his chest. You feel your chest fill, love wrapping her warm fingers around your bones and gently holding you tight. You sniffle, not realizing tears had begun to fill your eyes.

At the sound, Clay cracks his eyes open, glancing up at you. Once he notices your state, he gives you his full attention. He reaches up, touching your cheek with his warm palm.

"What's wrong, love?" He whispers, his voice slightly scratchy from his nap.

You shake your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "I'm just so happy. I love you so much." You whisper, chuckling as you sniffle once again.

Clay smiles at you, bright pearly whites and shakes his head. He leans up to kiss your forehead before going back to his resting place. "I love you too, (Y/N)... so much." He whispers before closing his eyes once again and slowly falling asleep.

You resume playing with his hair as silence falls onto the apartment once again.

Everyone can tell you that your love is not a Hozier song, not a John Green novel, and not a single artist will paint your love in surrealism. It won't last generations as a love story passed on in each child as a heartwarming tale of the ones who made it. It won't inspire movies with lonesome sound tracks each heartbreaking song about overcoming all odds stabbing each single person in the audience through their empty hearts.

But does that make your love lessor? A love that is simple, doing dishes in the kitchen each night, grocery runs on Wednesdays, and 9 to 5s. Does a love that is every day inherently worse than a love in constant turmoil? Does knowing that your partner is your person, the rock by your side and the lump in your bed, make it a bad love?

You don't know.

But what you do know, looking down at the blonde haired mess in your lap, is that you fucking love your green block man.

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Forest Fires

It's not often that you bare your soul to someone. Your entire being, the things that make you...you. But you knew he would love you, convinced that he would see inside your burnt heart, the forest trees that are nothing more than charred stumps, and love you more for it. Love you more for the scars that created your strong will, the doubt from everyone in your life that created your determination, and the self-hatred that convinced you you were nothing, a speck of dirt on the floor, the self-hatred that you beat back at every corner that built your perseverance.

You admitted it to him late one night, admitted everything. How he made you feel, how you wanted to be in his life. With him. And he laughed. You opened your heart to him, basking him in your light and he laughed. He looked you in the eyes and laughed?

And so you did the only thing you knew how to do. You built your fire higher, burned brighter, a warning sign to anyone who dared come closer to you that you are not worth the pain or the trouble. Surrounded by whispers of white flashing heat, unworthy of company. But at least you were safe. And at least you were alone.

But some men tried to rush the fire, thrusting their arms through the flames that surrounded you, their open palms spewing shallow compliments falsely believing that was all it took to make you jump out of your fiery core and into their predatory arm. They didn't realize that their rough grip pulling you out of flames that weren't ready to give you up only burned you. They never do.

So you sat and waited inside the flames that licked at your skin, reddening your forearms and singeing your hair. The fire kept you safe but it slowly burned you, leaving trails of scar and trauma that would forever brand you as lessor.

Until you met George. The british boy who was obsessed with minecraft. He screamed too loud. He was too careless with his affection. He smiled at you and joked with you and wasn't afraid of the fire. At first, he recklessly poured water on the outer rings of blue flames, believing that was the best way to put out a forest fire. When the flames only came back hotter, licking the sky as they danced, he tried a different tactic.

He sat patiently, at the edge of the tornado storm of blue and red heat, and asked you easy questions. What's your favorite color? Your favorite food? What makes you laugh? What's the last thing you think of at night?

Slowly the flames died down, leaving lukewarm coals in their absence and George scooted closer.

It wasn't a fool proof plan. Sometimes he would be too eager and ask a question you weren't ready for and the flames would come back, licking his hands as he tried to protect himself.

But over time he was able to stand in front of you, his cheeks reddened by the heat but he still smiled. He put out a forest fire and he smiled at you? After all that trouble, pain, and time... he smiled?

So when he reached out to you, his touch like cool water flowing through your veins dousing the last of the lingering fire, you allowed him to pull you towards him. You wrapped yourself around him, holding on tightly to the man who braved your fire. You no longer needed molten lava to protect you with him by your side.

The two of you set out to correct your destruction. Planting flowers in the coals and trees in the embers. Slowly but surely your soul was rebuilt with love and reassurance that you are worth it. You're worth it all.

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