🌻🐝Sunflower Kisses🐝🌻

Gasten x (f)Reader "Like a buttercup, Bloom."

Warnings: nothin really. Language.... That's pretty much it. Oh, and HETEROSEXUAL ROMANCE. OH GOD- LOOK- ITS A GAY WRITING FOR THE STRAITS- sorry. Just thought it's funny. 

Notes: 

(Y/n) your name

(/) Or example: (black/white)

(Y/l/n) your last name

(F/c) favorite color (or random color if your like me and like all-) 

(H/l) hair length

(H/c) hair color

(E/c) eye color/s 

(S/c) skin color

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(Ya boi guzma's POV. {Narrator. Fyck it. Call me Guzma})

The night was cold. 

Moreso than all of the past retched winter season. It was becoming spring, buttercups bloomed, and yet, dew was frozen, clinging to thier petals like they had nothing else to cling to. Like it was a long lost pet, whom had somehow found thier way home. 

It was distracting. The blinding glimmer of light when he looked around the field he stood in. He had dreamed of this field far too many times to not know what was about to happen. 

The woman of his dreams always appeared, drenched in a flowy (black/white) gown. His heart would stop as she took a step forward, her back turned to him, just to smell the biggest buttercup she could find in the beautiful sunrise. He would always reach out to touch her shoulder, and she would turn to smile at him. Her eyes held sadness, yet also the same glimmer the dew had. He always smiled back, and gently pushed his hand up to her cheek, cupping it softly, and he would always go in for a kiss, just as she had always obliged. Only, when their soft lips had touched, she had begun to turn into soft dogwood petals, and she would blow away in the wind, it whispered as she had been nothing but a face, turning into the gentle white petals. "I love you." 

{Gastens POV} 

I gasped as I woke up, in that same bloody cold sweat I had from that dream. I turn to my phone, and check the time. '3:45 am' I sat it down for a moment, and pulled the blankets back, grumbling. "Fuckin bloody hell..." I sighed, and put on my favorite pink bunny slippers. I didn't live with anyone, so I really don't care to show my comfort. I grab my phone, and turn on the torch, rubbing my eyes, and I go to the fridge. I was hungry. 

After returning to my room with armfulls of finger foods, I sigh, and decide to text Jason, whom I Kno is awake at this very moment. 

{M3} Heyo, idiot. What ya up to?

Sent at: 3:52 am.

                                                                         Hey, loser. Just cleaning up around the lab. What about you?{Breggie boy}

                                                                                                                                                             Seen at: 3:52 am

I take a moment to grin at his contact information. "Breggie boy" was a nickname he had earned from me, when his older brother, Justinn, had shown up at his house. I was there to eat dinner with him. Simple as this, Jason really hates his brother. And he had a very fond way of showing it. 

{M3} just chilling, and eating snacks. 

Sent at: 3:53 am