#can't live without you i'd rather overdose || brooks dun

[ofhowlingxs]

“Sorry— they’re out of bourbon.” Tongue pushes to the roof of his mouth. “Guess I’m not the only one drinking the nerves away.” @exitiumstarters

[ofhowlingxs]

“I don’t think you understand. I have a very pregnant wife. With a very pregnant appetite. She couldn’t eat anything the first trimester and has been looking forward to that Oreo funnel cake for the last fifteen minutes— which I don’t know if you know this, is two hours in pregnancy time. So if I don’t bring that back to her in..” He glances down at his watch, seeing as he didn’t have time to wait another twenty minutes for a new batch, now that they’ve taken the last one. “— in the next three minutes, she’s going to come looking for it. And let me tell you something, you do not know fear until you’ve heard the waddles of a hungry, pregnant, Shaw.” @exitiumstarters

[ofhowlingxs]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐧 — one year forward.

Brooks spent a lot of time with his new family, and his wife after the passing of his best friend. Upon returning to work, three months after their maternity leave, Brooks was shot with a wolfsbane bullet.

The bullet was lodged in his back, making it impossible for him to heal properly. The doctors in an attempt to remove it and save his life, put him in a coma. However, the wolfsbane had already penetrated his bloodstream, and he remained in the coma for three months.

When he woke up, large chunks of his memory were gone. He no longer remembered his wife, or his daughter— which left him with a void to fill. It’s unsure if his memories will ever return, but he has been getting pieces of his old life back in small moments.

He still struggles to walk at times, and is in the process of learning who he was before the incident.

[ofhowlingxs]

Brooks Dunn — 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟, masquerade ball.

[ofhowlingxs]

"You know.." It's late, or maybe it was early. They hadn't slept since they'd eloped. It'd only been a few days, but all he could do was touch her. Be near her. She's laying next to him, and the moonlight is touching in before it'd turn to dawn. "I always thought that after we got married.. Maybe after we had a kid or two, I'd get you a better ring." His gaze is on her hand, intertwined with his as he lifts it up to catch the light that peaked in from the moon. "I bought you this when we were so young.." He'd came from nothing. He worked for a better life for her. He wanted that-- wanted to give her everything she could have ever wanted. "We could get a new one, if you want." His voice is lower, and he's setting her hand down, turning in the bed to face her, as his hand traces down a bare shoulder. "Lorelai Dunn." @traegics (time: a couple days before)

[ofhowlingxs]

❝ it's too late to say it, but i wanted to say it anyway.❞ ( Oliver & Brooks )

He was numb. Every part of him, felt like it had been buried with her. He spent the funeral standing there, watching them lower the casket into the ground. And he’s never felt as alone as he did now. There was a life he had planned for himself. A life he had saw a light in. Something to be his. Something you look forward to.. someone that believed in him. And now, everything was gone. He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t sleep. His apartment, his clothes, he still sees and smells her everywhere. How long until that went away?

“It’s too late to say it, but I wanted you to know.” She really loved you. And what did it matter now? He couldn’t stay here. He couldn’t live in a city, that was plagued with her everywhere. He couldn’t live within the memories, and he couldn’t let the few people that were left— watch him fall into a downward spiral. She wouldn’t have wanted that. And so, he made the choice already. He was going to leave.

“Yeah,” it’s muttered under his breath. “It’s too late..” And there is a moment there, between a man who lost his sister— and a man who lost the woman he loved, where understanding met.

“Take care of yourself, Oliver.” I’m sorry.

[ofhowlingxs]

“ are you serious? i’ve had a crush on you for as long as i can remember. “ (Brooks and Rory flashback?)

“A crush on me?” It’s mused gently, his hands are searching for her hips to steady her. They had only been together for a year now— but given the short time, it was the best year of his life. He’d never met anyone he felt so strong for, never had the urge to stay put. But for her— for her he would be anything. It was the first thing in his life that came easy. The first person that believed in him. His first, and hopefully last— love. Brims are touched along the corner of her jaw, and they’re so young and dumb and in love, he can barely breathe around her. “You were so crazy out of my league..” It’s why he had been oblivious to it, all this time. “You know that right?” Hummed against where he left a kiss. “Still are..” And always would be.

[ofhowlingxs]

He forgot she had a damn key. Tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth when she walks in, and the mirror was shattered. Glancing down to his hand, the cuts had already started to heal. "Not my finest moment." He's finally commenting, and turning to sit on the couch with a pinch between his brows. "Please tell me you brought food. Or booze." He's only opening his eyes to glance back at her, shoveling down that hurt feeling he'd had moments ago. Like it never happened. Too bad she always saw straight through him. "It was a shitty mirror anyways." @bellaxgarcia