lashton one-shots

bullet bullet

as always, lowercase intended.

this is dedicated to danielle (eaglesshotgun) bc she is bae and gives me life basically. her one shot book is the bomb and you should check it out, because she's an amazing undiscovered writer.

this was inspired by a tumblr post, and it may or may not be sad like always. it's gunna be hella short and crappy but i haven't updated in forever and wanted to give you guys something.

warnings: possibly triggering

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luke was sat at his desk, scribbling drawings that he didn't really put much effort into. he would occasionally actually work on one of the pieces for a good amount of time, maybe twenty minutes or so. his whole day was free, absolutely nothing on his schedule, so he was quite bored. his boyfriend, ashton, was at work, and luke was alone at home.

now that wouldn't be so bad if luke's phone wasn't dead, and currently not turning on, despite the fact that it was charging, and had been for quite a while. he blonde figured it was probably because he had dropped it on the tile floor earlier, but he was too focused on doing completely nothing to care much.

he drew aimlessly on the paper, swirls of black ink from his pen making a spiral sort of shape as he though about the current events happening in his life.

black mixed with white made interesting patterns, and luke felt as if he were dancing on the paper himself, stepping over the black as if it were death.

his feet moved smoothly as a pen was placed to the thin white sheet, making more lines for him to dance over. he began giggling, watching the large hand create a path that he followed. small black and white butterflies were soon on the paper, and luke found himself running to catch them.

hands reached out, legs stinging as the flying insect was chased. the blue eyed boy jumped when he thought he was close enough, missing the butterfly by a centimeter.

he looked down to see himself fall into a pool of black, something that almost looked like liquid. instead of falling straight onto it with that being all, it dipped and dipped as he fell, until it broke through. luke dropped below to almost another level, looking up to see the black had vansished.

he wandered around the empty space, soon running into a colorless version of his boyfriend. ashton was only black and white, and luke couldn't help but smile at the sight. "ashton? how'd you get here?"

but ashton didn't reply, just motioned for his lover to give him a hug. luke definitely didn't complain. luke then walked toward him, wrapping his arms around the figure. he could feel ink smearing on his clothes, but he couldn't care. ashton made him too happy to care. so he closed his eyes, not even noticing as what he thought was his boyfriend shifted under himself.

when he opened his eyes there was a black creature that he had his arms wrapped around. he meant to scream, but only a whisper of sound escaped his lips. soon he was breaking away from the monster like thing, finding himself then upside down.

the monster was gone, but everything was flipped. there was a table on what he was standing on, and it was if there was zero gravity. everything was planted firmly, but it was all upside down.

that didn't last though, for he soon fell, landing amazingly on his feet. he was confused at how such a thing could happen, but he couldn't think for long, because before he knew it, all the colors were reversed.

the outline of the table that had fell with him was now white instead of black, and the background was also the darkness of the color. a tree emerged from the darkness, the bark white and brighter than luke would've preferred. he squinted at the wood, eyes soon adjusting to the sudden color.

there was then a branch hanging in front of him, and several different things dangled from it.

a gun, an exact-o knife, a bottle of pills, razor blades, a knife, along with many others.

luke didn't understand why such things were in front of him. he had never wanted to attempt suicide, but now, with these things in front of him, he couldn't help but ponder. was his life really what he wanted it to be? then thoughts of ashton passed through his head, and he smiled as his hand shakily reached out for the gun.

as soon as his finger tips touched it though, everything disappeared, and he was sitting at his desk once again. this time his whole room was the same color scheme as inside his little imaginary world, but he was still holding the pen.

there was a white bullet in front of him, and he slowly picked it up. bringing the pen to the object, he watched as his hand absentmindedly wrote one word on it.

the bullet was loaded into the same gun that he had seen on the tree, and he let out bored sigh as he brought the cool metal to his head. his mind was completely empty as he positioned his index finger on the trigger, but his head was spinning. he couldn't focus on anything, even if he tried.

then the trigger was pulled, and everything was over.

when ashton came home that night and called his boyfriend's name, there was no response.

he found luke with his head on the desk, a gun lying on the floor. he looked at the room through his tears, soon finding the very bullet that had passed through the blonde's head.

first he, of course, started sobbing. luke had always been so joyful, so ashton couldn't understand how the blonde would even think of doing such a thing. he looked at the now blood splattered paper, eyes landing on one particular page.

it was full of scribbles. swirls and rugged lines all over the place. there was barely any white on the page, and it looked as if a two year old had tried to color the whole sheet black.

he saw something written on the bullet when he looked around, and without thinking, he picked the object up.

he examined it, not hesitating to read the word.

ashton

luke had written his boyfriend's name on the bullet, and simply so the whole world could know that ashton was the last thing to pass through the blonde's head.

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woop. i'm actually pretty proud, the only part that was from tumblr was the name written on the bullet. all the rest was my crazy mind. hope y'all enjoyed, and feel free to send me death threats cx