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writing-gifts · 3 years

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both sides of the viewfinder chp. 4

adult film star!bruno x afab!reader (they are also gn)

18+ content!!

chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4

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A/N: i was not quicker with the next update lol, but im tired of reading over it so gonna just throw it out there now since im mostly happy with it!

anyways, resort time babeyyy 😎

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You try not to show it but you're filled with excitement. You've never been to a resort and Bruno had offered to pay for your expenses. Of course you were only willing to let him pay half (which was the lowest you could get him to go).

The two of you had been playing a game of sorts ever since your little session in the dressing room. Even though the both of you wanted to finish what you started, you had wordlessly decided to see how long the other would last before giving in. You couldn't really call it romantic but you did know there was lust involved--a lot.

The game had honestly made you quite bold and taught you some patience. Of course you still had some close calls though, and filming Bruno at work had made it that much harder for you. It wasn't fair and you made sure to let the man know this, but he just coyly smiled and told you he was ready to go whenever you were.

You drop your luggage in front of the bed you and Bruno would be sharing for the next week. At first, you assumed you would both be in separate rooms since you weren't an actual item, but Bruno wasn't having any of it which you were glad for. You wanted to get as much alone time as you could with him during this vacation.

You get closer to the sliding glass doors that lead to the balcony. The location was perfect and you had a nice view of the beach from here. You had never seen such blue water or white sand. And you could already feel yourself sprawled out on a towel next to a shirtless Bruno.

"Like the view?" Bruno asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

You nod. "This is great! Thank you again for inviting me."

"Of course. I didn't want to go a whole week without seeing you."

You try to force down the smile that appears on your face in response but it's obvious and you know Bruno already saw it.

He smiles, reaches out and places a gentle hand on your cheek. However, you close your eyes to avoid his very intense and persuading gaze.

"Gonna have to try harder than that," you say under breath as you turn back to the balcony.

"...I didn't expect you to last this long. You've definitely proved me wrong."

"And I'm going to win too." You stick out your tongue.

Bruno smirks but says nothing more before going to unpack his luggage. You eventually pull yourself away from the view to do the same.

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You lay on your back, sunglasses on your face as you let the sun warm you. You were still pretty full from brunch and any moment now you expected to fall asleep. 'Til then, you watch Irene, Eli and Jocelyn goofing off in the water and sand.

The group decided to start the day together off at the beach. Which was perfect because today was going to be about relaxation, at least for you anyways. You all had time to get rowdy later if you wanted to anyways.

"____?"

You turn your head to look at Bruno who currently lays on his front. His sun hat sits on the back of his head to keep that part of him shaded.

"If you don't mind, can you put sunscreen on me? It's been awhile since I last did."

"Sure," you say. You should probably put some on too when you're done.

You walk on your knees to grab the bottle out of Bruno's bag and then crawl your way over to him.

You couldn't help but take a moment to admire his tanned back. The muscles along it were a lovely sight and of course being the horny bastard that you are, your eyes drift down towards his ass. He had a cute butt that you had seen many times but still weren't tired of.

You suddenly remember a scene where Bruno was getting railed and need to take a moment to calm down.

Maybe one day…

"Hello?" Bruno pulls you from your inappropriate imaginings.

"Right, right--sunscreen."

You scooch up next to him and move to place your knees on either side of his hips so you can sit on his upper thighs.

Bruno looks over his shoulder at you with a raised brow, causing his hat to fall off, but you smile innocently.

"Relax," you say.

He squints but lays his head back on his arms.

Once you squeeze and rub the cool, sweet smelling cream on your hands you bring them to his shoulders. You spread the cream following the lines of his muscles on his upper back before sliding lower.

You spend a little more time on his lower back then you should, and the dimples that rest above his ass get special attention.

The man's hips shift oh so slightly and you look up and see that his eye is closed and his brow furrowed.

You scoot up and lean forward. "I could do your front too," you whisper in his ear.

"We are in public."

You jolt at the gruff voice a small distance away. Sitting up, you see Abbacchio scowling at the two of you from the giant parasol he's sitting under.

You sigh but move off Bruno before the goth kills you with his glare.

"You're right. Sorry," Bruno says.

You weren't sorry but nod anyways. It's not like you two were doing anything that obvious. Just some teasing. And there was barely anyone outside your friend group out here!

"Just keep it out of my sight." Abbacchio taps the airpods in his ear before returning his attention to the ocean.

After you all get your fill of the beach, which goes well into the evening, it's time to get ready for dinner.

Since it was the first official day of your vacation you all want something more casual but still on the expensive side. So you all eventually decide on Korean BBQ.

"I'm just glad you two didn't try to fuck each other on the beach," Irene says. "Even if it would have been fun to watch…"

Okay so maybe you weren't as discrete as you thought. Abbacchio throws an unimpressed look directly at you and Bruno, but you choose to ignore it.

"I was just putting sunscreen on him I swear…"

Eli smirks at you. "This picture says otherwise."

Your brows raise when they show you and Bruno the image on their phone.

Your cheeks go hot and you look down at your plate. "Why did you even take a picture of that?"

"Memories!"

Jocelyn barks out a laugh. "You have a weird taste in memories cause that's the last thing I'd want to remember!"

You roll your eyes but you know it was in good fun. Bruno seems mildly amused anyways.

Not willing to entertain the topic any further, you pick up a piece of grilled pork from your plate. As you bring it to your mouth, you feel Bruno's leg brush against yours.

You peak over at him but he seems to be completely invested in a conversation with Abbacchio.

You assume it's an accident until you feel him do it again along with resting his hand on your upper leg. His fingers gently squeeze your inner thigh before rubbing the area with his thumb.

You continue eating your food as if it has no affect on you. It takes a lot of will power though as he continues his caresses throughout the whole dinner.

Afterwards, the group splits off. Jocelyn and Irene head to a club, Eli to the casino (Jocelyn made sure to put a limit on the money they could blow) and Abbacchio to the bar. You and Bruno decide to head to your room, obviously not in the mood to go anywhere else tonight.

When you reach your room, you both get ready for bed acting as if you don't want to fuck each other.

You crawl next to Bruno on the bed once you're done with the bathroom.

"I'm not tired yet…" you say

"Me neither."

"I guess we could watch a movie or show. There has to be something we both like on Netflix."

You pick up the remote for the TV and make your way to Netflix and start scrolling through the options on the front page.

"What type of stuff do you like to watch anyways?" you ask.

"Romance works."

"You probably watch the explicit type of romance," you joke.

Bruno's eyes widen slightly and you surmise that you guessed right. Either that or he was weirded out by your statement and that seemed very unlikely.

You smile amused. "Well I guess we could watch something like that then!"

Once you both finally settle on something, you get comfortable and lean against Bruno.

The movie wasn't really that great and every sex scene that happened made you cringe but it was at least kind of entertaining. Still, you were starting to get bored and were still horny from all the nonsense you and Bruno had been up to the last several days.

So in a moment of weakness you place your hand on Bruno's thigh. He looks at you expectantly but you do nothing more.

You want to look at him properly to see his expression but you need 100% focus or you would break. So you keep your eyes on the TV as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. If you were lucky this would somehow bring your game to a close and the two of you could do something more exciting.

Bruno says your name under his breath, but you simply hum. Enduring that dinner was proof of your will and you believe you could keep this up all night if needed. (But that was the last thing you were hoping for.)

Suddenly, you feel a warm hand on top of yours.

Bruno guides your hand further up his thigh. "Please…"

"Huh?" You fake the confusion in your voice.

"Let's end this game."

"Oh...so that means I win?"

"Yes you win, just please touch me."

You smirk and move to kneel a small distance in front of him. "That was so easy!" You were thoroughly going to enjoy this.

When he sees you're not getting closer it prompts him to scooch forward on the bed, but before he can touch you, you push him down on his back and crawl on top. There's a slightly stunned look on his face but it quickly changes to one of anticipation.

You line your chest with Bruno's and lean down for a kiss which he returns enthusiastically.

"I never thought I'd enjoy losing this much...." he murmurs against your lips.

You smirk and continue your kisses down his cheek. Your hands find their way under his shirt and slowly explore the span of his abdomen and chest. He softly sighs when you begin sucking at the skin between his neck and shoulder and your hands squeeze him in response.

When you hear Bruno's breathing become slightly heavier you sit up and remove his shirt. You'd seen his body many times in all sorts of positions but you still take a second to appreciate his toned torso.

You press kisses to his chest and let your hands run down his sides enjoying how he just barely reacts under your fingertips. You stop at his hips, and your thumbs trace back and forth along his hip bones. Your tongue brushes against Bruno's nipple, and you feel him tense under your hands.

You move back to sit on his pelvis and immediately feel his cock through his pants. Bruno gently rocks his hips against your ass, and you entertain the motion by pressing down yourself.

His hands grab your hips, but before he can get too carried away you pull your ass off him. He ends up humping the air and lets out a sigh of frustration. His tune changes quickly though when he sees you move down between his legs.

"I'm not really feeling like I lost anything…"

You gently rub at his hard bulge through his pajama pants. "Well guess I'm just that generous. But at the same time I feel like I'm going too easy on you now."

"Please don't make me wait any longer ____."

You look up and the man's cheeks are flushed and he seems a little dazed, but he doesn't take his eyes off you. Seeing the usually controlled actor look at you this way has your stomach flipping.

"I didn't expect you to be so impatient," you say.

"I suppose you just have this effect on me..."

Smiling to yourself, you pull his pants down and are surprised by a pair of fancy panties.

You raise a brow at him. "...You already knew how tonight was going to end, huh?"

You carefully pull the satin fabric down before licking a slow stripe up his cock. The smug look on Bruno's face is immediately wiped away.

You wrap your hand around his twitching member and press your lips against the tip. He lets out a low hum, and your tongue licks against the slit before your mouth wraps around his sensitive head.

Whenever Bruno tries to move his hips you force them down and continue with your teasing touches along his cock. But eventually you decide to stop messing with him and fully take him into your mouth.

His eyes flutter shut. "Hmm, that feels amazing amore."

Even though he was finally in your mouth you move achingly slow and you can tell he wants you to go faster. And he makes it quite clear.

You let up a bit but mostly keep at driving him crazy. Your hand starts to knead at his balls and you immediately feel him twitching in your mouth.

"____. You're--"

You pull off.

Once Bruno realizes what just happened he deadpans at you. You laugh at his expression and he sits up with a sigh.

"Okay you had your fun, time to lay back."

You raise a brow at him.

Bruno begins stripping himself completely of his clothes. "You're the winner, right? Let me treat you."

Perhaps he had a point, and you didn't really have a problem with letting him takeover. This time.

Before you can think of taking your own clothes off, Bruno's doing it for you. His thumbs hook in the band of your pants and pull them down for you.

"...No underwear?" he asks.

You shrug and remove your shirt in an attempt to prevent yourself from laughing. "Guess you weren't the only one planning on ending this tonight."

Once you're done, you lay down and Bruno settles next to you. He places his hand on your lower stomach and brings his face close to yours. You immediately get caught in his blue eyes. It's not fair that he gets to be so handsome.

His finger easily pushes past your wet entrance while his thumb rubs gentle circles against your clit. Another finger is soon added and he begins to thrust his fingers slowly into you. When he crooks them against your walls you have a hard time holding back the noises you want to make.

"A-Are you gonna get me back for teasing you?" you ask. It would be deserved, but you hope he didn't. You hadn't realized how worked up you were until Bruno started touching you.

"Another time. I don't want to wait any longer."

He removes his fingers and gets himself situated on top of you. Once his hips are comfortably between your legs, you drag a finger along his cock before grabbing and lining it with your entrance. Finally after all the games you could both get some relief.

The moment Bruno feels himself against your entrance he presses in letting you take him slowly, inch by inch. When he's fully in, you sigh and slightly wiggle your hips. One of your legs hook around his waist and you place your arms around his neck. He keeps his eyes on yours as he pulls back before pressing in again and starting a nice and comfortable rhythm.

Your hand plays at the soft hairs at the nape of his neck before properly tangling into his locks. You pull and his lips part, a perfect moan falling from them. His hips thrust against you particularly hard forcing a groan out of you.

You smirk a bit. "Never get tired of that…"

Your fingers massage his scalp before you guide his face close to yours. Your lips join and he quickly presses his tongue into your mouth.

Just as you're really enjoying the kiss, he ends it. But before you can pout he pulls you close against him. His thrusts begin to speed up and his moans are muffled by the side of your face.

You always loved Bruno's moans when you were filming him but something about his current ones were different--so desperate and wanting. They had you clenching on his cock.

His hand snakes down between you two and your eyes fall shut as he rubs your clit. Your breath hitches when you feel him nip your ear.

Bruno hums. "You feel amazing...I feel like I could do this for hours."

You mumble something unintelligible under your breath in reply, not even sure what it you said until you start moaning out Bruno's name. Your back arches and your legs tighten around his waist to keep his hips in place as you come.

Bruno nuzzles against your neck and once your legs relax he continues thrusting.

"You came on my cock so well...ah, just a little more--"

His hips begin to stutter and he calls out your name. You press your lips to his temple and move your hips to help him along. His body tenses before he pulls out and comes onto your stomach.

Bruno's hips rock against you as he comes down and soon his body relaxes against yours. He doesn't seem to mind the mess he's making. His nose brushes against your cheek before you feel a kiss.

After some silence you yawn."...We should do this more often."

He stops peppering kisses on your neck and places an arm over your torso. "Agreed. In fact, we can start again in 5 minutes after I clean us off."

You gawk a bit at him. "Don't you get tired?"

"I do, that's why I said 5 minutes."

You scoff but end up grinning instead. "Well...it's not like we're going anywhere for awhile."

#bruno buccellati x reader #bruno x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #they should smashed on the beach for the aesthetic or whatever lol #that can be another chapter if i ever get energy to write smut again #jjba x reader #reader insert #n$fw #not sfw

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straymackerel · 4 years

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Is it still open bc if so here’s mine UwU 5. luftmensch thanks and congrats on 600 and there’ll be more to come im sure~^^

dazai + luftmensch || לופֿטמענטש (yiddish, n.) literally “air person”; someone whose head is in the clouds; an impractical, unrealistic dreamer.

➽─{ahhhh thank u liz!!! i’ve always associated this word with fun but i wanted to play with the direction teehee,,}─❥

warning(s): this is not a fairytale.

As much as you loved your boyfriend, you had ample reason to worry about your future together. Try as you might, you couldn’t overlook his innumerable faults, faults that grew more and more glaringly obvious with the lapse of time. In the grand scheme of things he was not only a heavy drinker, but also unmotivated, hobbyless, and jobless. In fact, today he was quite literally celebrating the one year anniversary of his unemployment─a cause of joy for him, but a cause of concern to you.

You took to the sea together that afternoon, viewing it in all its glory from the safety of a cable-stayed bridge. He hummed a happy little tune having just picked up all his favorite foods from the grocery store. You buzzed at a similar wavelength, sharing in his musical delight. Together, the two of you stood in unspoken harmony, content with just watching the fishermen and ferries as they passed by. That is, up until that one nagging thought crept into your mind and out of your mouth.

“So how’s the job hunt going?” you asked, pretending to turn your focus towards the glistening of the coastal waters before you, perhaps entranced by its vastness or its blueness. To Dazai, however, your attempt at casual conversation held about as much subtlety as a sledgehammer.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me,” he said, eyes following your own to nowhere in particular. “You can think about it like this: the more time I spend out of work, the more time I can spend with you!” Your boyfriend wrapped one arm around you with marked swiftness, his other hand holding tight to a can of celebratory crab meat. You sighed into his trench coat, tugging on the tan fabric.

“It’s hard not to worry,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as you nuzzled into him. “You know things can’t stay like this forever.”

You stiffened at the sound of your own voice. As the words slipped from your mouth, you almost wanted to side with him; you would love Dazai’s attention all to yourself, maybe even at the cost of his livelihood. You wanted his every regard to concern you and only you as he sank into your body, warmth combining with yours. You wanted to be his one object of importance as he reached for his grocery bags, lifting plastic-encased bottles of sake to eye level. For the briefest of moments you felt like you could make a home out of his embrace alone, but the sounds of clinking glass snapped you back to reality.

“Hey! Don’t you dare.” Your hand moved instinctively, making a beeline for the liquor. “You said you’d wait until we returned ho─”

Looking your boyfriend dead-on for the first time, you noticed a small child materialize from his other side; he’d lifted his liquids out of their way, and now you were poised as if to grab them. There was a small silence as the youngster took a frozen, bewildered look at you both, as if caught in the tangible strain betwixt lovers at odds. With their hasty departure came with an awkward rumble from Dazai’s chest.

“Bella. Why so tense?” Dazai’s short-lived chuckle surrounded you with both the reverberations of his torso and the shellfish on his breath. Yet as composed as he pretended to be, his efforts were rendered useless by the beating of his heart pressed up against you, its rapid rhythm telling you a story of an unfamiliar nervousness.

On the Skywalk footpath beneath the Yokohama Bay Bridge, leaning against the railing and towards the Pacific Ocean, you realized something. You realized it as Dazai droned on, trying to explain himself in a manner that might soothe you. You realized it as he attempted to reel you back in the same as he’d done many a time before, always the moment before you got too close to the truth. His words cut in and out as you pondered your shared apprehension. You could explain your own unease, but where was his coming from..?

“...and I have connections, darling,” Dazai said as your attention returned, rapid heartbeat betraying his calm tone. “I’ll have something lined up for myself, just you wait. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.” He gave you a swift peck on the cheek, leaning back as quickly as he leaned in. And suddenly, it clicked. The warmth in your body drained at the revelation.

Because you realized that, as much as you wanted, needed his proximity, he didn’t care much for yours.

“Connections?” As far as you could tell, Dazai’s closest relationships involved you, your landlord, and the bartenders on the weeknight shift. You cringed at that word now. 'Close.' You didn’t dare pry any further as his arm snaked away from its half-hearted hold. What are you hiding from me? you asked silently, the words never quite leaving your lips. But he could sense it in your solemn stare and he backed away in turn, leaving you to bear the brunt of a gentle sea breeze turned brutal and biting.

Dazai wasn’t the foolish daydreamer he posed as, the halfwitted airhead he always pretended to be. He had secrets to keep about his past and secrets to keep about his future. Hot needles prickled your sides, the flush of embarrassment rising to your cheeks as he averted his eyes from your gaze. For just how long have you held me at a distance?

“I’ll explain it to you someday,” he offered lamely, as if to brush off your every inquiry, voiced and unvoiced. In an ideal world, he would be looking you straight in the eye. In an ideal world, ‘someday’ would be today. But Dazai hadn’t the mind to let you in─certainly not now, and perhaps never.

“Just not today,” he said, as if to answer the most private of your thoughts. He would always see right through you, but in regards to understanding him, you would only ever scratch the surface.

source(s):

link i: timeline fact check

link ii: yokohama bay bridge

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kissjun · 5 years

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restrained — part 1

masterlist | part 2

a/n | this is my first time posting so im really nervous but i hope u like it🥺🥺

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The chaos was slow. It was too quiet. No one would have suspected the world was reaching it’s end at first glance, but the chaos didn’t have to be ragingly physical to be there. Everyone was dying and they didnt even know. Everything was a slow burn—and that’s what made it horrifying.

No one knew where the disease had come from. All they knew is that there was no cure; and it started with a simple nose bleed. Victims would feel dizzy and nauseous for a few days. But after that, things would seem to get better. That was the worst part. It seemed as if all of the sudden, they were in their own utopia—they were always clean, had full bellies, and were fully rested. The world was a safe haven. Everyone was a friend. But the thing was, it was the exact opposite. Their brains only made them think they were never hungry—so they starved. It made them think they were never tired—so they became insomniacs. It made them think the world was perfect—so they were careless. The disease was a virus that blinded victims with a false euphoria that took over their minds and drove them insane until the sickness demolished them from the inside out; and they were dead.

Except for the Generation Z—or just the Z, she heard people call them. Suspicion rose like wildfire when the world realized: the disease didn't affect the young. They were immune. She was immune. The youth were thriving, and the millennial were dying; and they were going to do all they could to save themselves.

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It had been a month since her parents died. She would never be able to forget that day, simply because of the looks on their faces: it wasn't horror, or pain. There was no sadness, tears, or goodbyes. They were laughing. First it was her mother, who she'd found curled in a ball on the living room floor. Her cheek was smeared with blood from the constant nose bleeds, giggling to herself like a child in their sleep—but this time she didn't wake up. When she had rushed to tell her father about it, he didn't budge a muscle, not much to her surprise. He simply continued his eerie drawing of messy scribbles as if it were his life work, telling her not to worry about it. Her father was an artist before the disease—so part of seeing him do something he did before the chaos made her feel normal. But when her father collapsed not long after, spitting out the familiar deep red tint of the blood she would never get used to—it was over. She was alone. Broken.

When the disease first broke out, many people evacuated the city—and even the country if they could, trying to avoid getting sick. But her parents were urged to stay, thinking it ridiculous to run from a sickness. It just wasn't possible—it could be anywhere. Even if they were right, being at home was just as dangerous as being anywhere else—and their deaths were to show for that.

She hadn't dared to leave the house since then. It was too dangerous to go out alone with all the Crazies (the infected that you should definitely stay away from), especially by herself. There was enough food to suffice, although she knew it wouldn't last forever. Fortunate enough, soldiers from a nearby facility managed to scout her out, along with some other kids from the area. They promised to take them somewhere else. Somewhere safe.

Seeing no better option, here she was. Leaning against the worn leather seat of the half empty school bus. Most of the kids looked around her age; no older than 18, she guessed. She caught glimpse of a young girl who couldn't have been older than ten, and almost felt her heart break. Where were her parents? Did the little girl have to see the things that she saw? The little girl's parents weren't with her anymore, and now she was alone. Nothing was familiar to her anymore. Or anyone.

The engine sloppily roared to life, vibrating the vehicle and everything inside of it. She leaned her head against the window, closing her eyes as she tried keep her mind clear. She didn't want to think about anything. She didn't want to be scared, or sad, or even excited. She just wanted to get there. She couldn't bring herself to admit it, but she didn't want to be alone anymore.

After nodding off for the fifth time, the school bus came to an abrupt stop, jolting her from her sleep. The engines hissed and the doors opened as a tall, redheaded woman walked onto the bus, clutching her metal clipboard to her chest.

“Hello,” she plastered on a tight smile. “My name is Lillian. I'll be your guide for today, so if you could just follow me, I would be more than happy to show you around the facility.”

She stepped off of the bus without another word. One by one, the kids on the bus followed behind Lillian's trail, murmuring among each other as they emptied the bus.

As her feet hit the gravel, her eyes met the modernized facility before her. The center of the building was a massive four stories high, holding nothing between her and the inside but tinted glass windows. On the left and right sides, the building branched off of the first and second floors into more secured buildings with cement walls and much fewer windows. The building structure reminded her of a bird spreading it's wings. It was less broken down than any of the other buildings she'd seen lately, too.

“Welcome to the Youth Repository Facility,” Lillian spoke over her shoulder. She walked through the first set of automatic sliding doors, leading everyone inside the facility. “This is your home now.”

It wasn't empty inside, but it wasn't exactly buzzing with life either. An old lady with overly-rosy cheeks took place at the front desk, flashing a half-hearted smile before returning to her book. A few sofas accompanied the spacious lobby, occupied by chattering teens, some elementary kids scattered across the floors, a few girls playing with dolls and a young boy reading a picture book.

Seems homey enough.

“This is the lobby. You can come to our receptionist, Mrs. Lynn, any time you have a question. The entire second floor contains the kitchen and cafeteria, where you will be served three meals a day,” Lillian pointed to the black spiral staircase in the center of the room that lead to the second floor. She turned back to the small crowd. “And the east wing is where you will be sleeping. I apologize if it's an inconvenience, but eventually everyone will be put two per room, for obvious spacial reasons.”

Her robotic tone gave the impression that she had practiced this speech one too many times, yet still not enough. She continued, “As said before, this is your home now. And as all homes have them, we do have a few rules.”

She returned her backside to the group, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she trotted towards towards the east wing. “For one, the west wing as well as the third and fourth floors are completely off limits. You can't operate the elevators or open the doors without access to a key, regardless. Two, we do have a basic schedule. Breakfast is at 9 AM, lunch is at noon, and dinner is at 6 PM. Curfew is at 9 PM and you're to go back to your rooms until morning.”

The automatic doors leading to the wing slid open, allowing the newcomers to pour in. Lillian led down the wide hall before taking another right. The new hall was lined with more tinted glass, and if it weren't for the lights on on the other side, she wasn't sure if she would be able to tell what was behind it.

What was on the other side of the glass surprised her—a bunk bed pushed against the wall of the, astoundingly, but barely spacious area. The room contained a tall dresser, a small table, and even a tiny sink pushed in the far corner. It was far from dazzling, but it wasn't bad. Duplicates of the room were lined down the hall on both sides. Only a thin, back wall separated the rooms side by side; but it was better than more glass.

Her group waited for further instruction as Lillian came to a halt. She pointed to the small lights above the glass doors. “Two green lights means the room is completely vacant. One green light means someone is still in need of a roommate. You may also look for rooms in the opposite hall, so pick and choose as you please. You'll have time to get yourselves situated before dinner. There will be a bell to signal when it's time to come up. Any questions?”

She wasn't surprised when no one spoke up; she'd spit so much at them in the span of five minutes . . . it was hard to process everything at once. With a simple nod, Lillian gestured for the group to get to business before exiting the hall with her busy pace.

Being near the back of the group, she trudged behind slowly, waiting for others to pick their rooms. Her eyes scanned the green lights. She already told herself she was going to look for one with only one green light; she didn't want to take a vacant room from someone who might want to share with someone they came with. She, however, wouldn't know her roommate regardless.

A few turned to curiously search down the other hall, and others had already called dibs. Her eyes found a door on the left—it only had one light. 515 was labeled beside the green glow. Letting out a breath, she politely pushed past a few people and grabbed a hold of the metal handle. Slowly pushing the door open, she glanced around as she slipped inside.

A young boy sat up from the bottom bunk, his dark and messy hair falling into his eyes. He looked a little caught off guard. “Oh, uh, hi.”

“Hi,” she pursed her lips. “Is it okay if I room with you? If not, I can find another—”

“No, no,” he shook his head almost too quickly. “It's fine. Really. You, uh, want the bottom bunk or anything? I can switch if you want.”

“I'm fine with the top,” she assured him. He nodded awkwardly, and she let her eyes wander around the room. It was identical to all the other ones she'd passed, with the exception of some junk on the dresser and a pair of plain white shoes in the middle of the floor.

“What's your name?” the boy asked, and she told him.

“I'm Mark,” he said as he held his hand out. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” she took his hand with a smile. “How long have you been here?”

“A couple of days. Not long, really.”

“Do you like it?”

“I guess so. I mean, it can be kinda weird sometimes, but overall it’s better than being out there,” he scratched the back of his neck.

“You’re not wrong,” she admitted. Anything had to be better than watching the world she once knew decay before her; all while she hid for her life from the Crazies that wanted nothing but blood. “What kind of weird?”

“Well,” he hesitated. “I guess . . . some buddies of mine think people are being taken from their rooms at night. We thought maybe they're being moved to another facility since we're filling up pretty quick here. But . . .”

“But?” she raised an eyebrow, curiouser.

“I dunno, it's kinda dumb,” Mark brushed it off, clearly antsy. An electronic ding sounded from the intercom, and Mark jabbed his thumb at the ceiling. “You hungry?”

A simple nod was all Mark needed before he was pulling her out of their room. She followed him the way she came, backtracking through the halls and the sliding doors that lead back to the lobby. The two of them fell into rhythm with the small crowd kids that were making their way to the second floor as well.

The second floor felt huge—it was a large area in general, but especially because it was surrounded by nothing but glass. The round lunch tables were spread evenly across the entire floor, and there surely had to be enough seats to fit half a thousand. It was bright and busy; a feeling she still hadn't gotten used to. But she liked it.

She followed Mark into the lunch line, letting the employees behind the counter fill their plates with the best food she'd smelled in months. Since her parents had gotten sick, she'd mainly relied on canned vegetables and packets of cold meat. She could only handle so many meals of cold hot-dogs and carrots before she decided she would only eat when she thought she was going to starve.

“This looks amazing,” she voiced barely above a whisper.

“Right?” Mark laughed. “When was the last time you ate?”

“It's been a few days,” she admitted. “But only because all I had was canned veggies and refrigerated meat for the last few months. Hot-dogs, bologna, all that. Just the smell makes you wanna puke after a while.”

“Dude, no joke,” he shivered. “Entire months? I would've died the third day. Hot-dogs are fine, like, once a week, if even that. But for months straight? I don't even wanna imagine.”

A small laugh escaped her lips as she shook her head. It almost surprised her, given how long it had been since she'd heard herself laugh. “Don't. You'll be scarred for life.”

When the two finished filling their plates, she followed Mark to a small table near the window. He slid into one of the metal chairs, next to two other boys she hadn't seen before. Taking one of the vacant seats, she placed her tray down next to Mark.

“Ooh,” a boy with fading pink hair flashed the brightest smile in her direction. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Depends,” the blonde next to him raised an eyebrow. “What do you think it is?”

“A pretty girl, a new friend,” the first boy held his grin. “Mine, obviously. Not yours. No one wants to be friends with a three foot gremlin—”

“A three foot—“ the second boy didn't hesitate to pull the other into a headlock, playfully ruffling his hair. The first boy let out a noise that sounded like a mix of struggle and laughter—and she couldn't help but smile. She glanced at Mark, who was smiling to himself as well.

“This is Jaemin,” Mark pointed to the one in a headlock, then to the one initiating the torture. “That's Renjun.”

The boys retreated from their manhandling, and turned their attention back to their friend and the newcomer. Jaemin attempted to fix his mess of a head, but there was definitely no use trying. Renjun seemed satisfied at that.

“Ah, nice to meet you!” Renjun beamed after she introduced herself. “Are you new?”

She nodded. “Yeah. I'm Mark's roommate.”

“Dude, how did you get stuck with a girl?” Jaemin wondered.

Renjun elbowed his arm. “She's literally sitting right there. Everyone picks their cells, dimwit.”

“Cells?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Oh . . . yeah, according to Renjun, that's what they call our rooms or whatever,” Mark rolled his eyes. “He said he overheard doctors talking one time. They kept calling them 'sleep cells' and 'cell five-oh-whatever'. Like, what is this, a jail?“

“Or a science research lab—which it is,” Renjun held a finger in the air.

Jaemin groaned. “He never stops with the conspiracy theories. Renjun, your life isn't a science fiction novel! Dude, give it up.”

“Listen,” he turned to her, bluntly ignoring Jaemin. “Don't you think it's weird that we can't go into the west wing? Or the top two floors? Or that we can't go out past 9 o'clock? That they lock us in our rooms until morning? And people are going for 'checkups'—” he quoted with his fingers. “—in the west wing; and some of them aren't even coming back! Not to mention this place is literally called a Youth Repository Facility. Like they think we don't know big words. They're acting like we're objects! Don't you think it's a little weird?”

She pondered. He was convincing, but she'd only been there for no longer than an hour. What would she know? Not to mention she didn't know any of them well enough to tell if he was just a kid that played way too many video games before the break out.

“Dude,” Mark deadpanned. “It's called authority. Yeah, maybe they're being extra, but did your parents not give you a curfew? And a dinner time, and a bedtime, and a playtime? Weren't there things you were and weren't allowed to get into at home? See? You're just paranoid.”

“At least people didn't go missing when I was with my parents,” Renjun muttered.

“Missing?” She looked between the boys as they visibly tensed.

“They've been taking people from their cells at night,”' Renjun didn't hesitate to inform. “None of them have came back. Not even—”

“Renjun,” Mark sighed.

“What? Why can't we talk about it? I watched them take Chenle, and he still hasn't come back. He was our friend, so why do you keep pretending like it didn't happen?”

“You wouldn't even be on about this if you would have just taken your pills like you were supposed to . . .” Mark added.

“What pills?” she asked.

“Sleeping pills,” Renjun said, lowering his voice. “They make us take fucking sleeping pills. Every night! They say it's for our health, but health my ass. If I didn't skip them, no one would know anything about Chenle.”

“Look, we don't know what happened to Chenle. There's as much of a chance that something good is happening to him as there is something bad,” Jaemin tried.

“Automatically assuming it was something good doesn't make it something good,” Renjun huffed.

“Neither does assuming it's something bad. There's nothing we can do here, Jun. We just have to wait,” Jaemin said softer, easing the tension in the air. He pinched his ear. “For now why don't you lay off those evil scientist novels you hide under your bed, huh?”

Renjun flicked Jaemin's hand off, pouting. “I hope they take you next and dissect your brain.”

As the two boys bickered on, conversation eventually drifted off into lighter subjects. She found out that Renjun and Jaemin had been classmates before the breakout, and that they came here together. Mark had met the two the day they all arrived. To her surprise, Renjun and Jaemin shared a cell only four doors down from hers and Mark's. It made her feel better knowing she had people she could trust around her. After going months without speaking to a single sane person—this was a breath of fresh air.

She stood to place her tray in the window of piling dirty trays, where a man with graying hair washed the dishes. After flashing a friendly smile, she returned to Mark and the others. Jaemin continued babbling something about something 'being so cute' and Mark would constantly scrunch his nose and reply with, “Dude . . .”

Making their way back to the lobby, the four friends decided to take lounge on two nearby couches that sat face to face, divided by a small mahogany coffee table.

“So,” Jaemin plopped onto the seat across from her. “Do you like the facility so far?”

“It's okay,” she shrugged. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say; only being there for about an hour didn't give her a lot of time for everything to sink in. As for first impressions went, it was a nice place. It was clean, organized, and there were a lot of kids her age. She felt comfortable. But . . . she couldn't shake the eerie feeling off from what Renjun had said earlier. “I'm just glad I'm not alone anymore.”

She hated the feeling of being alone in her dark, cold house. The electric didn't work, and neither did the heat—so it being late September, she clung to layers of blankets and the few candles she had left like her life depended on it. She locked herself in the bathroom, too horrified by the sight and smell of her parents rotting bodies. She wanted to move them—she did. She wanted to bury them and say proper goodbyes. But she couldn't make herself do it. She couldn't handle it. Everything was too quiet. Too empty. She was too alone.

Renjun frowned, noticing the change in her expression. “Even if this place weirds me out sometimes, I do think they did something good by saving us all and putting us together. Now we all have each other.”

She smiled. Now she has them.

“Yeah!” Jaemin chirped. “Let's make it a promise.”

“Make what a promise?” Mark raised an eyebrow.

“Go like this,” Jaemin crossed his wrists over each other, holding out his pinky fingers. Everyone followed. “Let's promise to always be there for each other, yeah? I, Na Jaemin, swear that if any of you need anything, I'll be there for you.”

She shared a glance with Mark and Renjun, who didn't seem opposed to Jaemin's antics. Personally, she liked the idea. She felt safe knowing she had people she could count on. All she wanted was to feel safe again.

“So do I,” she said, linking her pinky with his. Renjun and Mark followed suit almost immediately after, much to Jaemin's satisfaction.

“Good,” Jaemin smiled as they released the small pinky promise circle. “With that being said, someone find me some ice cream—“

Renjun shot across the coffee table almost immediately, pulling the giggling boy into another headlock. “Rule number one, every time Jaemin says something dumb, Renjun is obligated to beat him up.”

Mark raised a hand. “I'm all for that.”

Rolling her eyes, she let out a laugh. She wasn't sure how she got stuck with three idiotic boys—but she wasn't going to complain. After the four had been goofing around for what seemed like forever, mentions of a shower came up. When Mark saw her eyes light up, he informed her where the showers were, and an extra change of clothes in their room. Thanking him, she head off to grab them.

It didn't surprise her when she opened the bottom drawer of the dresser and found nothing but black sweatpants and the same URF logo t-shirt she'd seen everyone else, including Mark, Jaemin, and Renjun wearing. At least the facility had a sense of comfort; they could've put everyone in boxy uniforms or prison jumpsuits.

Slipping back into the hallway, she recited Mark's directions to the showers. It was only two turns from their hall, but the facility was huge—she couldn't help but feel like she was getting lost; and when she'd taken her fourth turn and still hadn't came across the showers, she let out a defeated sigh. I'm such an idiot.

Before she could turn to backtrack her steps, she heard a deep voice call from down the other hallways. “Hey, can I help you?”

The slightest amount of panic surged through her body. Was she somewhere she wasn't supposed to be? Was she going to be in trouble? “I—No, sorry . . . I was just looking for the showers.”

As the soldier approached, she noticed that he was definitely not as old as she thought he was going to be. Or should be. He was the youngest soldier she'd seen since the disease broke out; most soldiers were around their fifties—they were always older. That's how it worked. The younger ones were controlled, and the oldest ones controlled. So seeing a soldier so strangely close to her age felt odd. It was like an army of wolves controlling a crowd of bunnies—but, for some reason, one of the bunnies happens to be in the army of wolves, helping them control the other bunnies. It didn't make sense.

“This way,” the soldier said, leading her back down the way she came at a strictly fast pace. She eyed the gun attached to his him, an uncomfortable feeling washing through her. He wasn't the only one armed like that—they all were. There were soldiers in the lunch room, the lobby, and at one point Jaemin had mentioned that they sweep the halls every night. And they were always armed.

Glancing at the boy's face, he didn't seem like the type to shoot someone, let alone an innocent kid. His eyes were big and dark, nose soft and curved. Underneath the hard mask he wore to be a soldier, he more or less looked like a decent person.

“You look a little young to be a soldier,” she blurted out. He blinked, not bothering to glance at her as he continued down another hall she hadn't taken before. “How old are you?”

They came to a stop as they approached what seemed to be the showers. She could hear the heavenly sound of water splashing behind the metal doors, and just the thought of finally being able to scrub herself until she felt brand new put her in cloud nine.

“The facility has rules,” he finally replied, voice monotone. “Soldiers, staff and guests aren’t to have personal interactions. Enjoy your shower.”

With that, the boy walked away, leaving her baffled. What was that? “It was just a question,” she mumbled before pushing into the showers.

Nothing could describe the pure bliss she felt when the warm water hit her skin. She immediately tended to scrubbing a months worth of grime off of her skin, watching everything that happened before she arrived wash down the drain. After doing the same to her hair, she got to brushing her teeth with the extra toiletries they so kindly offered.

When she was done brushing her hair, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin had gotten a shade lighter after scrubbing everything off, and her hair felt two times softer. She felt brand new—and she took this as a chance to start over. This was her new beginning.

Mark was lazed across the bottom bunk when she returned to their room, fiddling with something too small for her to see. He looked up when she entered, greeting her with a smile. “Feel better?”

“A lot,” she nodded.

“You look better,” he almost laughed, making her wonder if he was trying to tease her.

She stretched her back. “You have a crush on me now or something?”

“What? No!” He said defensively, reminding you of a little kid. He leaned back on his pillow. “Next time I'll just call you ugly.”

She almost laughs. “You know, I'm glad you're my roommate and not some weirdo—oh wait.”

“And I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that,” he replied.

“You do that,” she grinned as someone knocked on the glass door behind her. The two turned their heads as a nurse took it upon herself to open the door, letting herself in.

“Time for your meds,” the nurse smiled, holding up a tray with two white pills laying on top. “Don't worry, everyone takes it. It's a vitamin to sustain your health and make sure you're getting the right amount of sleep.”

She thought back to Renjun. Vitamin my ass.

Mark looked between her and the nurse, being the first to take the pill. “Thanks.”

She took the remaining pill, rolling it between her fingers. When the nurse didn't leave, she looked to Mark in confusion. He popped his pill in his mouth, swallowing, then opened his mouth for the nurse to check with her mini flashlight. He looked to her, and she did the same. She slid the pill in her mouth, swallowing it without seeing much choice. She opened her mouth for the nurse, lifting her tongue.

The nurse hummed contently. “Now, it may take a tiny bit longer for the medicine to kick in for you, since you've never taken it before, but I assure you a good night's sleep will be with you soon enough.” One nod was all the nurse needed before she took her cue to exit the room.

She and Mark shared a look before he returned to his spot on his bed. “So, Renjun wasn't lying about all that stuff? Was that a sleeping pill?”

“Lying, no,” he admitted. “Exaggerating, maybe. And yeah, the pill pretty much knocks you out.”

“Exaggerating, only maybe?” she asked, crawling onto the top bunk. Exhaustion washed over her.

“I don't know,” he said. The lights in the room dimmed, along with the ones in the hall. She could barely see anything. “He can be extra.”

Was he being extra, though? Or were the others being too oblivious? Everything Renjun said added up—it all made sense. But it wasn't something anyone would be worried about until it was pointed out. The facility was good; they saved lost, innocent kids that somehow ended up alone. They put everyone together, where they can connect and be stronger. They gave everyone a chance to feel normal again—like a part of a family. But the question was; were their motives as good as their actions? Did they have different intentions like Renjun thought? Or was all of this just too much overthinking?

She rubbed her eyes. It was only her first day—she shouldn't be worrying about so much that she didn't know. She should be thankful, and happy that she can go to sleep not having to worry about people invading her house, trying to steal things or putting a gun to her head. It felt nice to know she wasn't alone anymore; everyone in the facility had gone through, and was going through, almost the exact same as her. All of them had lost someone. All of them were alone. All of them were found. All of them were immune. She felt like a part of something again, and she didn't want to lose that feeling.

A sudden click made her jump out of her thoughts. Her eyes fell to the digital clock on the top of the dresser. 9:00 PM. Renjun was right again.

It’d only been roughly 20 minutes and Mark was somehow already snoring—and although she was feeling drowsy herself, her curiosity kept her awake. She shuffled out of bed, her bare feet meeting the cold ground as she tiptoed her way to the thin, glass door. She gripped the icy, metal handle and tugged. It was locked. What was the point of locking them inside if they were asleep? It's not like they didn't just give everyone a sleeping pill to make sure of that.

She lazily glanced at Mark, who was peacefully snoozing. It made her even more tired—but she didn't like it. She felt like she was being forced down; forced to close her eyes to sleep. It didn't feel right. When she spun back to the door, her eyes met with another—the young soldier that she met earlier. She jumped back in surprise, proud of herself for only letting the slightest squeak escape her throat.

The soldier only looked at her, motionless. She slowly lifted her hand, mustering a small wave.

“What are you doing?” he asked, surprisingly audible through the glass. She could tell he was trying to be intimidating, but his round eyes and soft lips betrayed him. Kind of.

“Nothing,” she replied, hazy from the pill. In all honesty, if it weren't for how much she'd been over-thinking, she probably would've been fast asleep already.

“You were trying to open the door,” he glanced at her hand, gripping the metal door handle. She immediately released it.

“I was just curious,” she admitted.

“Didn't you take your pill?” he asked, sounding a little more casual.

“Yes,” she felt herself wobbling, her knees almost failing to keep herself upright. She didn't feel as tired as her body made her out to be, which annoyed her to the core. Why couldn't she keep her eyes open a little longer?

“Hey,” the soldier said, putting his finger to the glass. “Go lay in your bed. You're gonna—“

“Why are you being so secretive about your age?” she tilted her head in confusion. She could only squint at this point; trying to keep her eyes open was a lost cause. She caught glimpse of the name tag attached to his uniform. His name was Lucas. “It's just a question.”

“A personal, unimportant question,” he stated, annoyance tinting his voice. “Now seriously, go lay in your bed before you fall over or something.”

“Fine,” she pouted, turning to return to her bed. If he wanted to be difficult, he could be difficult; but she was on the verge of passing out and she found that she could care less at the moment.

Much to her misfortune, as she took her fourth step, everything in front of her faded into black, and she couldn't hold herself up anymore. She let herself sink to the cold floor, curling into a ball as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Damn sleeping pill.

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Star Crossed Rivalry: Part 7

Pairings: Opie x Reader (SOA/TWD MC AU Crossover ) Negan daughter!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, little bit of Angst

Word Count: 6,441

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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“Listen up, fuckers!” Negan called out as he got out of the van that had been used to transport the guys and girls to the ceremony so you wouldn’t call attention to it with a bunch of bikes (or ruin your outfits). “I’m fucking proud as fuck… to introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Opie Winston!” The street erupted in an explosion of cheers and whistles as you and your husband walked around the front of the van with Hunter in his carseat in Opie’s hand. The cheers didn’t stop as he spun you around in your dress for the Saviors to see, giving you a fast look at the unbelievable party Frankie had managed to throw together in only a week.

“Jesus, look at this.” You said as you started with the green, blue, and pink streamer and balloon covered light poles to represent everyone in your family, and the same decorations on all the houses in the cul de sac.

There were at least a dozen tables covered with food and desserts under net food covers, and glass domes to keep any bugs that were still around in the early November weather away, and every inch of space between those tables had coolers, and ice buckets full of drinks of every kind. You recognized most of the silverware, cups, and plates as the ones from the diner, which made you nod your head at Frankie’s resourcefulness. On top of that, there were games for every age spread out on the front yards of peoples houses, as well as chairs, more tables that you knew came from the Sanctuary’s holiday stock pile, and the few fire pits the clubhouse had outside as well.

“I did my best.” Frankie said as she was walking past toward your dad’s house to find something to put dirty dishes in so they could get washed the next day at the diner by the prospects and the harlots. You reached out and grabbed her arm to address her for the first time as your dad’s old lady and not the harlot she was.

“Thank you.” You said earnestly as you let go of her arm. “I… we honestly, deeply appreciate what you’ve pulled together.” She smiled at you as if she had just won the lottery and nodded.

“I’d hug you, but I’m all sweaty.” She giggled as she wiped her forehead as if to make a point. “But I put that white bride sweatsuit you showed Maggie that you liked in case you get cold or wanna get out of that dress on your bed. I hope it’s the right one.”

“Thanks Frankie.” You repeated before your attention was called away to your guests. As you said hello to Carol and Ezekiel, you heard your dad’s deep chuckle behind you.

“Told you she’d warm up to you after a while.” You smirked to yourself, and shook your head as you realized that you were going to have to accept that after 13 years, your dad was moving on.

——

You figured that there was eventually going to be an issue between the Sons and the Saviors, but you honestly didn’t expect it to be because of what it was. You assumed that it would just be a slight pissing match between Chibs or Jax and either Simon or one of the many prospects in attendance… not because the VP overheard Romeo updating Negan about Clay’s demise directly in front of you.

“How are you still awake, Hunter?” You said as you rocked on the rocking chair you had had a prospect carry up to the street for you while you tried to get your son to fall asleep after his last feeding.

“Probably because of all the noise.” Aaron, one of the patches from the Hilltop said as he rocked beside you. You shook your head as you moved Hunter in your arms so you could lay him on your chest for a while.

“He never really seems to be affected by the noises around him.” You said as you rubbed your son’s back in a small, slow circle. “He slept through the Halloween party and the raid, no problem, and he sleeps right through movie night despite the fact that our surround sound is pretty loud.” You shook your head and looked over at Aaron with a smile. “He’s just stubborn like his mommy.”

“What?“ Jax said loudly directly in front of you as he turned away from his path toward you to see Hunter, and spun Negan around to face him. “The fuck did I just hear?” Your dad looked relatively unfazed as he shook his head.

“You need to hear me out…”

“The fuck I’m gunna hear you out!” Jax shouted as he yanked a gun from the back of his jeans. You moved before you though as at least twenty guns were drawn on both sides.

“No, stop!” You cried as you held Hunter to your chest and moved between Negan and Jax. “Stop!” You realized a moment to late exactly what you had just done when you were looking down the barrel of a glock, and you closed your eyes in sheer terror for yourself and your child.

“Put the fucking guns down!” Opie roared as he ran up your driveway with the blanket he had offered to grab for you for Hunter. There was a murmur of the repeated sentiment as Opie threw himself between you and Jax and pulled you forward against his back carefully, to not hurt his son. He sighed to catch his breath and shook his head at his best friend. “Can you just fucking listen? Two minutes before you react.”

“For you.” He growled with a death glare at Negan and Romeo. “Two minutes before I put a fucking bullet through his head.” You and Opie let out a sigh of relief as Jax turned toward your drive way and stormed off with Chibs right behind him. Your husband rounded on you with fear and rage in his eyes as he grabbed your upper arms.

“Are you outta your fucking mind?” He shouted. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.” You said you said as you burst into tears and started to shake. He pulled you into his chest and held you and Hunter tight as his son started to cry from the shouting and tense feelings around him.

“OK, alright.” Opie breathed as he took a step back and kissed your forehead. “Don’t fucking do that shit again, you hear me? You run from the fucking guns. Not act like a fucking dumbass and run toward them.” You nodded your head and sniffled as he carefully took his son from you with a small smirk. “You’ve lost Hunter holding privileges for twenty minutes.” You let out a choked laugh and nodded your head as you pulled the blanket from his shoulder and helped wrap it around your son.

“Alright, shows over, people!” Frankie called out as she stepped around one of the food tables where she was making leftover dishes for you to store in your fridge so you wouldn’t need to cook. “We still got s’mores over here! And the champagne will go flat if it’s not finished!” You gave her a weak smile of thanks before Opie turned you around to go back to your house to oversee the conversation between the Sons and the Saviors in your living room.

“…didn’t have another fucking option.” Negan said to the three Sons as he set your laptop down on the coffee table in your living room and pulled up the video. “He had us fucking raided when we had fucking kids there.”

“They had the right to retaliate.” Opie said as he sat down on the chair and moved Hunter to his bent arm. “But they did it strategically.”

“Clay was the only one taken out.” Romeo said as he leaned against your fireplace.

“From what Ope said, he would be the only one to blame here.” You tried as the camera switched views from the raid to Clay pulling up to the Sanctuary’s driveway.

“Since he broke the fucking peace treaty we established, we felt he was to much of a fucking threat. My guy has already been handled.” He said as he gestured to Dwight on the screen, who you just realized you hadn't seen in a week.

“And I made sure to pull the three of you out first.” Opie said as he sat forward. “We had this all planned. Set you up to take the gavel…”

“Make the cartel take the hit of the murder.” Romeo chimed in.

“So we can all settle back into the damn treaty like you and I originally wanted.” Negan finished as Jax finally looked away from the screen.

“We didn’t want to cause problems with the Sons.” You said with a shake of your head as you sat down on the arm of the chair beside your husband. “But there was no other way. We couldn’t risk telling you over the phone and you being overheard…”

“Or any of you giving us away early out of spite.” Opie said as he looked pointedly at his dad. Piney rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically before looking away.

“We have to keep the fucking Sons together.” Negan said as he leaned forward in his chair. “Both our fucking clubs depended on it. Because if we didn’t fucking go about it this way, we would have had to drop ATF right back on your fucking doorstep. And it would have turned into a fucking bloodbath.”

“So wha’ do we need ta do, now?” Chibs asked. You looked down at Ope, and over at Negan for an answer before Romeo took the lead.

“Now, you finish celebrating your friend’s marriage.” He said as he pointed at you and Opie. “Then, you’ll go home, and go back to what you all were doing since you don’t know fucking shit about this. The cartel only supplied the means for the hit. It was a favor to an associate. We have no qualms with the Sons, and we’d appreciate it if you could try to turn any retaliation away from us.”

“Same here.” Negan added with a slow nod. “I trust my new son-in-law. Wouldn’t let him marry my fucking daughter if I didn’t. I know he wouldn’t point a fucking finger at your former president if he wasn’t fucking positive it was just your fucking president.”

“Honestly, I didn’t know.” Jax said as he glanced over at Chibs, who also shook his head. “Tig probably did.”

“Ye think anyone else had their dicks in the dyke? I don’ think he’d’a gone ta Juicy, nor Bobby. ‘app’ would be more obvious ‘bout ‘is retribution ‘ad ‘e called ‘im in. Oth’a cha’ta’s knowing woulda come down the pipeline. ‘ad ta be just Clay an’ maybe Tig.” Chibs said quickly as he looked at his new president.

“Wait, what did he just say?” You asked in a loud whisper as you leaned down toward Ope with a confused look at the thick accent.

“You get used to it.” Piney said with a chuckle as he went over to raid your fridge for a beer.

“He basically agreed with Ope.” Jax translated with a nod as he looked back over at your dad. “No more. This shit ends here.”

“Consider the fucking treaty still intact.” He said with a nod as he stuck his hand out to the other president.

“Well alright then.” You said as they shook hands. “I’ve been dying for a s’more so since y’all are all caught up and have settled the pissing match, I vote you join me. Because I’m not breast feeding tonight and I also want another glass of champagne. So let’s go. Up, up, and out of my house. I’m the bride and I make the fucking rules here.”

“Yea, and you step in front of a mother fucking gun again, and you’ll be a dead mother fucking bride.” Negan said as he got up from his chair.

“She already got in trouble for it.” Opie said with a nod as he moved his yawning son to his chest. “She lost her Hunter holding privileges.”

“Which leaves me with two hands for champagne now.” You joked as you held open your front door for the men to leave. “So I still win.”

——

“I think they’re trying to tell us something.” You said with a small giggle as you opened up yet another set of bathing suits with the word ‘bride’ on the back of your bikini and the word ‘groom’ down the leg for the one for Opie before bed because the temptation was just too much to resist.

“Hawaii, maybe?” Opie suggested as he took the card from you to make a list for thank you cards.

“Some sort of beach.” You said as you pulled the last giant box toward you, and started ripping off the paper. “Maybe a water park or… what the fuck is this?” He looked up at you and his brow furrowed as your read the box label. “I already own suitcases…” Frankie, who had been trying to fit all your leftovers in your fridge, and freezer, glanced over her shoulder at you.

“That’s part of the gift from me and your dad.” She said as she fit the last container of a couple slices of your wedding cake in the fridge, and shut the door. “Don’t open it yet. It was supposed to go last.”

“It is last.” You said with a nod as you pointed to the pile of essentially just beach gear beside you.

“OK, let me go grab Negan. Give me a minute.” You nodded your head as the red head grabbed the full trash bag from the floor and quickly walked out the door.

“Do I have to like them together?” You asked as you turned to Opie.

“You kinda do.” He said as he started collecting the wrapping paper. “You have to accept them together because they accepted us together. Croweater or not, she’s now your dad’s old lady. So you have to accept them…”

“You didn’t say like.” You pointed out as you got up to grab the trash can for him.

“Quit.” He chuckled as your dad and Frankie walked back in.

“So what are the guesses?” Your dad asked as he held out a stack of three boxes roughly the size of your palm each, tied together with a ribbon.

“Hawaii.” Opie guessed as you took the stack of gifts. “Some kind of water park.”

“Maybe the beach somewhere.” You suggested.

“Close.” Your dad said as he sat down on the couch beside you. “Start from the smallest and work your way down.” You nodded your head as you pulled off the ribbon and set it on the table to add it to your holiday ribbon stash. The bottom two boxes got placed in your lap before you ripped off the wrapping paper and dropped it in the trash can.

“Really?” You asked as you pulled out a small stack of what looked like only hundred dollar bills. “I have money…”

“Next!” Negan interrupted as he leaned back in the chair with a smug smile. You rolled your eyes and passed Opie the money so he could add it to the growing pile of gifts. The paper came off even faster than the first as Negan and Frankie shared an unseen to you smile.

“OK, now you’re just being a fucking smart ass.” You said as you pulled out a sandwich size bag of quarters.

“Shut the fuck up and keep going.” Negan said as he gestured you on.

“I swear to God if the next box is a bag of mother fucking dimes, I’m whipping them at you.” You mumbled as you set the bag of quarters on the table so it wouldn’t break open. The final box was opened with a slight sigh and you froze as you looked at the contents. “Fuck off.” You said as you looked up at your dad. “You’re kidding.”

“What?” Opie asked as he got up off the floor to look as well.

“You’re sending us on a cruise?!” You exclaimed as you picked up the tickets.

“Not just any cruise.” Negan said with a smile, knowing he had just won the wedding gift lottery. “A fucking Disney cruise since you’re a closet Disney freak and all.”

“Not so closet in this house.” Opie said as he picked up the passports from the box as well.

“Since you’ve never been to Disney ‘cause I was a fucking shitty parent, I figured honeymoon cruise on a Disney ship was the best gift I could give you.”

“It’s in April?” You asked as you looked at the tickets.

“Hunter will be six months old.” Frankie said with a smile. “So he can go, too.”

“And just to pre-warn you so it’s not a fucking shock. Frankie and I are going too. Different fucking room, different fucking deck, different fucking everything. But that way, we can baby sit for you one or two of the nights so you can be newlyweds and shit.”

“Open the box.” Frankie said with a smile as she jumped a bit in her spot on the chair.

“Now this shit makes sense.” Opie said as he looked at the dozen or so bathing suits for both of you, the pirates costumes, the matching, nicer than the ones you have, beach towels, and the gifts cards for Babies-R-Us, Baby Gap, and Gymboree. He picked up the three gift cards and held them up as you pulled an extra large, wheeled duffle bag from the box with your dad’s help. “For clothes Hunter can’t fit into yet?”

“Toys, bottles, swim diapers… whatever you need. The whole club pitched in for that stuff.” Frankie said with a nod as you set the duffle on the floor and unzipped it. “They also put in money for the trip. Figured since you guys have already moved in together and have all the kitchen shit you need that helping get you guys ready for your honeymoon was a better gift.”

“Ope, look at this.” You said as you pulled out gift set after gift set from the top of the bag. “Medicine kit, bath set, hooded Disney towels…” You said with a shake of your head as you looked up at your dad. “You did all this?”

“Not my idea.” He said with a shake of his head. “That’s all Frankie.” You looked over at her and shook your head slowly.

“Why are you so nice to me after I’ve been such a bitch to you?” She shrugged her shoulders as she moved her long hair over her shoulder.

“Because I’ve been around long enough to know that you’re not the bitch you pretend to be. I also know that you are fiercely protective of your father. It didn’t matter that I used to be a harlot, it could have been anyone trying to date him, you wouldn’t have liked them. And I also knew that… well, essentially buying your love would be the best way to show you that I am serious about being in your dad’s life.”

“Fuck, I’m a shitty person.” You sighed.

“No you’re not.” She said with a chuckle. “You’re just protective. That’s all. It’s all water under the bridge.” You nodded your head as Opie pulled out what looked like a black tent bag. “Oh! That’s a travel pack n play. I left the receipt in there in case you don’t like the design. It’s got some frilly bullshit on the bottom but it’s a cute teal color. There’s a matching sheet set in there somewhere, too.” She said as she got up to kneel on the floor beside you and the bag.

“This is too much.” You said with a shake of your head. “Thank you. Thank you both. From both of us.” Frankie looked up at you with a smile as Negan reached over to squeeze your knee while Opie thanked them both as well.

“It’s not to damn much.” He said with a smile. “It’s what you deserve.” You nodded your head as Opie set up the pack and play behind you.

“Not to bad.” He said as he tilted the travel crib away from him to look at the ruffle around the bottom.

“It’s a lot fucking better than some of the ones there.” Negan said with a nod as he got up to grab a beer from your fridge, knowing that you were going to want to open every single gift set to look at them all.

“What is this?” You asked as you moved down to the floor as well and pulled on a small but heavy lunchbox looking thing.

“That’s cool.” Frankie said as she moved from kneeling to sitting on the ground beside you. “It’s a solar powered freezer I found at the Walmart that can get plugged in as well so you can freeze or keep cold bags of breast milk, and water, and baby food or whatever. I read the fridges on the ships are kinda shitty.”

“Well, fuck me.” You laughed as you opened the lid to look at it while Opie pulled out packages of baby food spoons, pacifiers, and teething rings and toys. “Remind me to go shopping with you more often. I didn’t even know this shit existed!”

“You’re more than welcome to join.” She said with a giant smile as she glanced back at Negan. “I love shopping.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Who’s ready to go cruising?” You asked your son as you unbuckled his carseat from your truck in the Disney Cruise ship parking lot. “Are you ready?” You cooed, receiving a smile, and some babbling and limb waiving in return.

“Babe.” Opie said beside you as he locked the brakes of your stroller beside you. You nodded at him and turned to latch the carseat into place as Negan started piling your “half a fucking million” bags on the ground.

“How the fuck did you pack so much shit?” He asked as he tossed his medium size duffle and Opie’s similar sized duffle on the ground. You looked up at him with your eyebrow raised as you pulled your diaper bag out of the back seat floorboard, and stuck it in the bottom of the stroller.

“You’re gunna ask that of two women and a baby? Really?” You teased as you held your hand out for the handle of your suitcase.

“Passports and tickets.” Frankie said as she came around the back of the truck, and held out your paperwork for you to take instead.

“Did you remember to grab the…”

“Signature papers, and the family release forms for Hunter.” Frankie finished for you as she handed you the copies of the paperwork from her folder just in case the electronic ones didn't work.

“Let’s go, ladies.” Negan said as Opie came around to grab your suitcase, and the duffle of everything you needed for Hunter.

“Look out, hun.” Opie said with a slight yawn as he moved the diaper bag to your shoulder to put the heavy cooler in the bottom basket.

“Happy honeymoon.” You said to him with a smile as he stood up and locked your pick up.

“Happy honeymoon.” He chuckled as he bent down to give you a chaste kiss. “Happy first vacation, little man. You gunna get on the boat? Yea? We’re going on the boat, buddy!”

“Keep talking about it in the parking lot, and the fucker’s just gunna leave you here.” Negan said as he waited for you at the checked bag cart.

“Language.” Frankie hissed at him when he got a glare from the cast member stacking up suitcases.

“Please excuse my father.” You said as you stopped beside the cart with a small, apologetic smile. “We don’t let him leave the basement often.” The man looked nearly horrified as he took the last bag from Opie, who shook his head.

“Ignore both of them.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. We’re a sane family, I promise.”

“No, we’re not.” You and Frankie said simultaneously as you headed toward the crosswalk to go get yourselves checked in and on board. Your son was enthralled with every single color and noise around him; absolutely loving all the little peeks into the stroller, and the baby talk he was getting from everyone in the boarding area. He surprisingly didn't mind the picture with Mickey but he was not a fan of the metal grated ramp leading up to the boat.

“It’s too bumpy for him.” You responded over Hunter’s screams to Opie’s questioning look as you stopped the stroller to pick him up. “Say, tell Daddy you don’t like it.”

“You’re gunna effin’ spoil that baby.” Negan said over shoulder as he kept walking, only a little slower so you could catch up.

“Not your child.” You said as you put your son on your hip, and smiled at him. “See, all better. Yea, all better.”

“You think he’s going to have a problem with sea sickness?” Opie asked as he took the diaper bag off your shoulder and put it in the car seat.

“Well, I brought that sea sickness stuff for him.” You reminded him with a small shrug. “But let’s just pray for the best?” He nodded his head as you paused behind another family at the ship’s main doors. Your dad and Frankie went first, grabbing your phone for you so they could get a photo for you starting your honeymoon. You laughed a bit when Hunter startled at the announcer welcoming ‘the Winston family’ over the ship’s PA, and smiled at him when he laughed at the cast members clapping.

His adorable laugh continued as your group took the elevators up to the pool deck, thanks to your husband playing peek-a-boo with the two room keys hanging around his neck. You could see your father trying so hard to keep his hard, biker personality up but he couldn’t help but huff a laugh when your six foot four, big bad biker husband started making the most ridiculous noise just to keep his little boy laughing.

“Oh look! Perfect!” Frankie said as she pointed to a pair of deck chair half in the shade a little ways down the deck on the opposite side. “They’ll be more and more shaded by that thing as the day goes on.”

“You’re right. Go, go!” You said as you gave her a little push and walked quickly after her to snag the shaded chairs you had purposely picked an early boarding time to get. You were actually surprised you were able to grab such good lounge chairs, right at the end of the row, and close to the ‘Nemo’s Reef’ splash zone Hunter would be able to go in.

“Sunscreen for him before anything else.” Opie said as you sat down on the end seat with Hunter in your lap.

“Diaper bag.” When the bag was handed to you, you sat your son on the chair between your legs, and pulled off your sundress so you could start your summer tan in one of your many ‘bride’ bikini’s. The giant bottle of baby sunscreen came next as Opie pulled off the Disney shirt Hunter had on, and traded that one for a rash guard and a swim diaper.

“Give me one of your room cards.” Negan said as Ope started to slather on sunscreen, while you set up the changing pad. “I’ll put this shit up…”

“Dad, we can do it.” You said as you looked up at him. He shook his head as he dropped Frankie’s carryon bag from his shoulder on the stroller.

“You’re on your honeymoon, princess. Besides, I need a fucking beer, and a fucking smoke if I’m gunna make it through the next seven days.”

“Don’t sound so cheerful, baby.” Frankie giggled as she laid down on the chair beside you in a semi-revealing bathing suit that seriously toed the line of being decent.

“Smoking is one deck up.” You said as you pulled Hunter’s clean swim diaper into place, and tossed the dirty one in a grocery bag to throw out. “And I will love you forever and ever if you find me a drink menu on your way back.” You said as you looked up your dad with a smile.

“Brat.” He groaned as he kicked the brakes on your stroller and grabbed the key card from Opie and the trash bag from the floor. You yelled after him that you loved him too as Opie sat down on the chair at your feet and pulled off his shirt.

“Happy honeymoon, baby.” He said with a smile as he rubbed your ankle.

“Happy honeymoon.”

——

“And he’s out.” Opie chuckled not two seconds after he laid Hunter down in his travel crib. “Damn, kid. Mommy tuckered you out.”

“He’s not use to that kind of excitement.” You laughed as you started the long process of unpacking two suitcases of clothes, and the seemingly endless duffle of Hunter’s stuff. “Sun, pictures, the little water park. So much excitement for my little guy.”

“So much excitement for your big guy, too.” He said as he kicked off the flip flops you had forced him to buy and laid down on the bed. He groaned and rolled over on his stomach. “Fuck, this is perfect.”

“You could always help me unpack.” You said in a sing song voice as you carried all the bathroom products and the bathroom bags in the bathroom so they were out of the way. You barely heard Opie mumble something back as you unpacked the bags on the counter and by the time you stepped back into the room, Opie was passed out as well.

“Of course you’re asleep.” You sighed over his snoring as you shook your head. With a huff, you put the empty bathroom bags in your husband’s empty suitcase and pushed it under the bed with yours with your foot. You turned to finish unpacking Hunter’s stuff, when there was a soft knock on your door. You glanced over to make sure neither of your boys woke up before you tiptoed over to the door to answer it.

“Your dad fell asleep.” Frankie sighed.

“So did my husband.” You said as you stepped back into the room. “And my son.”

“Didn’t we drink more than both of them?” She asked softly as she stepped into your room so you could close the door.

“Yea, exactly.” You agreed as you pointed to the bag on the floor. “Help me then we’ll go up stairs for a smoke?” She nodded her head and walked over to give you a had. With both of you working, it was done in a matter of a couple minutes, so you grabbed your cigarettes, sunglasses, and your phone, whisper yelled to Ope that you were leaving (getting a muffled ‘k’ in response), and grabbed your room key from the light panel by the door on your way out.

“My dad really passed out?” You finally laughed as the two of you walked down the hall to the elevators. “He never takes naps.”

“Turned on the TV and was out in a second. But you gotta figure, both of them shared the ten hour drive to Port Canaveral, and we left at one AM to get here on time.” She pointed out as you stepped into the elevator. “We slept the whole way. They stayed up all night packing the truck, then spent the last three hours in the sun.”

“This is true.” You said with a nod as you stepped out on the twelfth floor, and headed toward the smoking area overlooking the pool. “So we let them sleep a while. We don’t have to be at dinner until 5:45.”

“More drinking time for us.” Frankie giggled as you both leaned against the rail, and lit a cigarette. You nodded slowly in agreement as you looked over the rail a ways in front of you at the Mickey pool below you with a small smile.

“Thank you.” You said with a glance over at your new-ish friend. “Thanks for talking him into this…”

“Oh, this wasn’t me.” She said with a shake of his head. “I suggested the beach somewhere. He’s the one that said Disney World.” You smarted a bit and turned to look at her as she took a drag of her cigarette. “Yea. His suggestion. But I knew sending you to Disney right after your wedding with a month old baby was a suicide trip. You wouldn’t have had fun, Hunter could have gotten sick being that young.” She shook her head as she ashed in one of the ashtrays on a nearby table.

“Not good. So we went with a combination of the two ideas. Disney plus the beach equals Disney cruise. We didn’t have a choice but to wait until Hunter was six months because we knew there was no way you would leave him for the first time for a week long over night trip, and he couldn’t get on the boat until he was six months old. So that meant baby on a cruise ship for a honeymoon. Not ideal but doable. But since our two year anniversary is in a few days…”

“Wait, two year?” You said as you tilted your head the slightest bit. “Not one?” A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips as she held out the ashtray out for you.

“Two.” She repeated as she looked down at the cigarette she was slowly putting out. “Negan didn’t want to tell you at first. Let you get used to the idea that we were sleeping together before he told you we were dating. He didn’t…” Her brow furrowed as she set the ashtray down for a moment and grabbed another cigarette from her pack. “We didn’t want you to think I was trying to replace your mother.”

“I don’t mean to be rude.” You said as you shrugged your shoulders. “But you could never replace her. It’s impossible. But you’re right. I wasn’t keen on the idea of my dad dating. For years I was his little girl. His one and only, and his pride and joy. I always thought him dating would make me secondary in his life. But I guess I couldn’t have been more wrong. That’s even more obvious now that you guys are celebrating two years. And I guess I needed Opie to see that… and I needed you to show me that it was possible for him to fall in love again and not turn his back on his daughter.” You sighed and looked away from her as tears welled in your eyes. “Has my dad told you about Kelly?” Frankie stayed quiet as she pulled out a chair of the table you were standing by, and sat down.

“I… umm…” She whispered as she curled into herself on the chair. “I found a letter… from your mom. He just said she was the biggest fucking mistake he ever made.” You nodded your head, and sat down at the table on your other side with a sigh.

“It was before my mom got sick.” You said softly as you lit another cigarette off the last. “She was a harlot. His road bitch is what my mom called her.” You shook your head as the memories came back to you since you had opened the flood gate doors. “For a whole year, he spent a whole lotta fucking time on the road. Mom and I, we were just… forgotten. Until his precious Lucille got sick. He had some kind of epiphany then. I just…” You shook your head as a few tears fell from your eyes and landed on your thighs.

“You thought he’d do the same thing again.” She said softly.

“I think I always will, you know?” You choked as you wiped at your tears angrily and looked over at her through your sunglasses. “That’s not something you just forget. I was only eleven.”

“It’s not an easy thing to forget, sweetheart.” She said as she reached out and gently laid her hand on your knee. “But I can promise you, at least from my part, I will never, ever let him turn his back on you.”

“I know.” You said as you nodded your head. “He knows better now. We went through a real rough patch for a few years and I even moved to Alexandria for a few months to live with Rick and Michonne. We both said some pretty shitty things to each other… until we both almost died. Run gone bad, I was in the cross fire, wrong place wrong time. My dad risked his life, and that fucker, Dwight saved us both.” You smirked and sat back in your chair with a sigh. “Guess I can be grateful that asshat wanted to be at the table so bad. Negan almost lost his daughter and I almost lost my dad.” You looked over at her with a half shrug. “He saved our family. And I can’t lose my daddy again.”

“You won’t.” Frankie said with a cocky smile. “As your possible future step-mother I won’t allow it.”

“Oh, God shut up!” You laughed as you pushed her shoulder, playfully before grabbing yet another cigarette. “But you don’t know that story.” You said around the butt as she lit another cigarette as well.

“What story?” She asked as she kicked her feet up over the side of the chair like she owned the place.

“Smart girl.” You said as you turned your chair enough to put your feet up on hers. “So, two years…?”

“Two very interesting years.” She chuckled with a nod as she flagged down a waiter that was sort of wandering aimlessly, looking for someone to help. “Two of those Pomegranate Passion champagne thingys, please.”

“It’s happy hour, miss.” He said as he took her room card. “Buy one get one free for the next fifteen minutes today.”

“Then by all means bring us each the happy hour special!” She cheered as she kicked her feet in joy. He nodded his head, and passed her back her room card with a smile.

“We’re gunna be in so much trouble.” You laughed as you ashed your cigarette in the ashtray.

“So worth it.” She said with a nod.

Part 8

#opie winston x reader #opie x reader #Star Crossed Rivalry #SOA/TWD Crossover

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I’ve Done Everything to Deserve This (Version #1)

Prompt: I’ve done everything to deserve this, but why here, why now, why in front of him? (found it on my dash by @thrown-out-pasta) (am going to write second different one because this prompt speaks to me) Ship: Romanic/Pining Logince, mentions of Logicality Warnings: angst was implied. humiliation, hatred, bullying, mentions of maybe home abuse, etc

Roman really did try his best to be a good person.

It didn’t look like it from the outside, but then again, not everyone can be overly friendly like that kid Patton O’Connor. The idiot was going to get himself hurt one day from being too outgoing. He was fairly new. He hadn’t learned his lesson yet. Roman had been trying to teach him, to show him what would happen to him if he didn’t reign himself in a little. He showed O’Conner as quickly as he could, bringing up his own old memories in the process. He went light on him, very light by the school bullies’ standards. He didn’t wanna hurt the kid. Just... warn him. He’d left Patton in the bathroom after, the kid shaking with sobs as he tended to his few wounds, a foreboding message playing in his head: just step back, or it’ll only be worse for you.

That was a far kinder treatment than that emo kid had received. The freak was always drawing. Roman hadn’t exactly seen it as a bad thing when he first noticed it, but when he noticed emo boy wearing long sleeves and lots of makeup, he resolved that the bullies had determined that he needed the punishment. Roman didn’t want to get beat up. Roman did what he had to. He really hoped the bullies would never find his love of theater.

Timber Creek High School was an awful place. Roman wished it wasn’t like this, but if you didn’t agree with them, then they didn’t agree with you. And if they didn’t agree with you...

... you’d be sorry.

Today wasn’t at all going in Roman’s favor. He’d been late to class due to the stupid rain, and that had earned him a detention. He tried to stay on the bullies’... less bad side... but unless there was a nerdier kid in detention, Roman would be getting a nice beating from them today.

That Patton kid seemed like a good option. If he could get O’Connor into detention, he’d escape unscathed.

He managed to do just that at lunch, and in a very public and fun manner. Roman had it all worked out, and he used a variety of clues to perfect his plan.

Patton O’Connor had a very obvious crush on Logan Torres, a huge nerd (that Roman may or may not have also had a very obvious crush on) who used his lunch to study in the cafeteria. That bit of information was crucial. Logan didn’t usually eat in the cafeteria; Roman had observed this in the years he’d spent at Timber Creek High. Patton would have no idea. Logan spent this particular lunch period next to Emo Kid, although both of them remained silent as Logan read his books and Emo Kid doodled away. Roman made sure to sit at a table in between Patton and Logan, yet not too far away from either of them. He also made sure to bring a paper airplane to lunch.

The airplane hit Patton in the back of the head, and as he turned around to pick it up from the floor Roman smiled. Roman watched Patton mouth the words that he’d written: Any chance you could toss something to eat over here? I’m rather famished, but I can’t afford to buy anything to eat today. -Logan T. He watched Patton’s face light up, watched Patton take half of his probably-homemade PB&J sandwich without thinking, watched Patton ready his right arm -

Splat. The sandwich hit emo kid in the back of the head. He wheeled around, anger apparent on his face. O’Connor blanched as Emo Kid took a scoop of baked beans off his lunch tray with his hands and threw it at Patton full-force. It hit the poor kid square in the face, splattering on the other once-peppy kids seated around Patton.

Only a few more seconds had passed before it was an all-out food fight.

Roman sat back and laughed at the chaos he’d caused. He didn’t want to get too involved; oh no, that would ruin the rest of his plan.

A teacher soon stopped the fight. “Who started all of this?!” she yelled, looking around at the kids in the room. Many flinched away from her glare.

Roman assumed an innocent demeanor, raising his hand slightly and pointing towards Patton. “O’Conner threw the first sandwich, Miss.”

The teacher didn’t acknowledge Roman’s presence. Instead, she rounded on Patton, who was terrified, shaking, and covered in baked beans.. “Detention, O’Connor. For the rest of the week.” Roman held in a snicker as she whirled around and left the room.

He thought he was home clear.

Then the end of the day came.

Roman was packing his things up, ready for detention now that he wasn’t going to get beat up. Maybe he’d be able to get some homework done before he had to go back home to the woman he had to call “mother”. Maybe his day wasn’t so bad.

He was just about to head to room 421 for detention when he was shoved against a line of lockers abruptly. “Price, you’re in for it now,” a menacing voice hissed as firm hands held him in place by his shoulder and throat. The hall around them suddenly seemed alive with curious teenagers who wanted to know what had happened.

“What... did I... do?” Roman gasped out, winded and almost unable to breathe. He made eye contact with the person holding him to the wall, and he felt his heart stop at the sight.

Remy. One of them.

Roman was toast.

“How. dare. you.” Remy seethed, his dark eyes glimmering angrily from behind his sunglasses. “You framed him. I watched you do it. Probably also the one to beat him up a few weeks ago.”

“Wh...at?”

Remy’s lips curled in disgust. “You hurt my cousin. Got ‘im landed in detention, too. You’re screwed, Price.”

It clicked in Roman’s head suddenly. Remy O’Connor. Patton O’Connor. Cousins. And probably why Patton never really had more bruises after that one lesson Roman had taught him.

Oh, god, Roman was royally screwed.

“Didn’t.... know,” Roman gasped, his hand moving up to the hand on his throat. “Pl..ease....”

“Price, I dunno why you did what you did- wait... just one second. I bet that’s why, isn’t it? You were worried that he was gonna... I can’t believe it.”

Believe what? Roman thought bleakly, his vision beginning to spot. I did what I did to keep him safe. And to protect myself from this.

“You thought he was gonna try to take Torres’s heart, didn’t you?”

A string of curses flew through Roman’s brain. He only could hope that Logan wasn’t around, couldn’t see what was happening, and hadn’t heard that last statement. He could hear the people whispering around him, and he realized that it didn’t matter. Logan would hear about it anyway.

Remy leaned in close to Roman’s ear. “See you in detention, Price,” he said, his voice cold and promising. Terror shot down Roman’s spine. Remy released Roman suddenly, and he dropped to the floor in a limp mess. He bit his lip, hard, to keep from crying out as Remy kicked him in the ribcage. Tears sprung to his eyes as he tasted blood in his mouth. He let his eyes fall shut as he lay there, feeling helpless. He heard the crowd dying down, and he could pick out Remy’s unmistakable footsteps in the mess of people leaving the previously-excited area.

After a few minutes, Roman opened his eyes and struggled to sit up. He winced at a stabbing pain in his chest, hoping that nothing was broken yet. That pain didn’t seem to hurt at all when he saw the only person remaining in the hall.

Logan. Fricking. Torres.

I’ve done everything to deserve this, but why here, why now, why in front of him?

He stared down at Roman, eyes wide and face unreadable. Roman couldn’t look away from his gaze, wondering what was going on behind that emotionless mask he wore. Did he feel sorry for Roman? Would he want to help him?

“You... you’re a monster.” The words pierced his heart. Logan’s expression darkened. “You’d really hurt someone just because you’re scared of them taking me? You.. don’t even have me. You’re a terrible person. Maybe next time you should just, I dunno, ask me out before beating up an innocent kid over it. Maybe I would’ve said yes before today.” As if this wasn’t bad enough, Logan finished with one last blow that rang through Roman’s ears throughout the rest of his beating.

“I’ll never say yes to you.”

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justdungeonmasterthings · 7 years

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Dungeons and Dragons Black Friday episode!

Your players stumble upon a shop that is having a massive sale on magical items! We’re talking healing potions as low as 10 GP, +3 swords for only 5,000 GP! A rug of flying for the low low price of 15,000 GP! Everything must go! This witch made an error on her order list and bought too much of EVERHTHING and her boss is telling her she has to get rid of it all even if they lose money!

Little do they know it’s all cursed....

The curses don’t take effect for three days. Until then, casting detect magic reveals the items are exactly as they are advertised.

The magic weapons are sentient and cursed and once you attune to them you gain the same curse. If you drink the magic potion after three days it has a random effect which ranges from turning your hair blue to taking 4d8 psychic damage. Consult the wild magic table for sorcerer or pretty much an effects table for ideas. If they took it before the third day they heal but after the third day healing spells and potions don’t work on them and they can’t use their hit dice. That rug of flying? Yeah, 30% chance it’ll drop you after ignoring your commands and flying straight up 100ft. Also it could totally be a rug of smothering, who knows.

That witch is totally a sweet woman who did make an honest mistake but her boss has been replaced by a doppelgänger who’s under the employement of a hag. Once the witch goes home for the evening he lets the hag into the store and she cursed all the items. The witch only realized what was going on when she left her component pouch at work (she’s very absent minded and scatter brained) and came back to find the hag there cursing new items.

She came to find your party to help her. The witch was kind enough to help you resolve immediate effects of the curses but she can’t permantly break them unless they slay the Hag. Worse yet almost everyone in town bought so many items that the town is in havoc. The party has a few options:

1. Assist the witch collecting the magic items from the town. There’s no guarantee that once the hag is dead all the items will be neautralized, so gathering them up will ensure that they can be dispelled permanently after she’s slain. This could lead to conflict with the townsfolk who blame the innocent witch since she was the sales clerk, but it also might prove beneficial because if the town is free of the magic items they might form a mob to hunt down the hag (this will depend on persuasion rolls)

2. Go directly to the store in hopes of stopping her in the shop again. But you underestimated her, she anticipated you might do this and decided to play along. She had the doppelgänger pose as her and have a mini battle with your party where he used magical items to give the impression he’s really the witch. Have your party make a intelligence and perception check both with a DC 15 and they’ll be able to infer that the “hag” isn’t actually casting spells but rather using magic and deduce this is a ruse. If they miss one of the checks they can tell somethings not right but they’re not sure what. If your party has faced hags before give them advantage or lower the DC to 10.

If they figure out it’s a ruse the doppelgänger will immediately drop the act and attempt to flee, heading towards the nearby woods. If they slay him his dying action will be to crawl towards the woods still in the hag form. It’s pretty obvious the real hag is in the woods. If they chose option 1 then they get to the store and it’s deserted as well as cleaned out. As the search the back room they’ll see a figure leaving towards the woods.

Treversing in the woods isn’t an easy task. The path is littered with environmental traps like quick sand, pit falls and rough terrain. Depending on the level of your players you can also throw a few monstrosities their way as guards for the hag: re skin a water weird to be a swamp weird (the water is just green and mucky), throw an ooze their way maybe, some dire wolves or normal wolves but clearly under the hags control, maybe an awakened shrub or blights.

Once they arrive at her lair, make sure she has appropriate lair actions. While hags don’t officially have lair actions Volos guide has a wonderful section on hag lairs but essentially they’re loaded with magical items she can use. Pretty much take any spell you want her to use, put it in an item and reflavor it to be hag like: a broken mirror recreates cloud of daggers as a cloud of shards, using wasp stingers on herself acts as cure wounds, throwing a toad into a couldron will replicate the effects of Darkness etc.

If the players chose option 1 then the doppelgänger is still alive and will assist her. If the players chose option 2 and he escaped he’ll be on the brink of death and she might kill him herself out of spite for his failure. If he died in the battle then obviously he’s not there. If they chose option 1 and succeeded in persuasion rolls convincing the town folk the witch is innocent and the hag is the culprit, they might be able to lend a hand. A hag will always flee if her life is in danger so if she does attempt to flee the lair the towns folk might encircle the lair and prevent her from leaving easily, giving you a chance to catch up. Perhaps one or two of the townsfolk is familiar with the woods and will assist you or even provide back up in a fight. If your players are high enough level consider making the hag a coven of hags for the appropriate CR.

After the battle: if they chose option 2 then there are still cursed (even sentient) items out in the town which may come to play later. Perhaps you’ll revisit the town and one or more of the items corrupted town officials. Be creative but make sure there’s an appropriate consequence for leaving the cursed items behind. If they chose option 1 then make sure the town treats them according to their persuasion rolls: they’re either hostile for attempting to steal their items or assisting the witch who cursed them or they’re grestful for liberating them from the hag and they forgive the witch for her unknowing involvement.

As for loot: some of the items weren’t cursed yet! The witch gives you some as thank you for your help and she uses the rest to rebuild her shop but with her as manager now! She might have to flee the town... but she’s resilient and will help you in the future, and she’ll offer you a discount in the future.

Varient: if you have a PC who’s leaning towards evil and you want to tempt them, this is the perfect opportunity. After the hag had been slain there’s one more magic item that’s still cursed remaining.... you get the sense she herself didn’t curse it and it’s an ancient curse. If they’re not a spell caster then it’s a magical sentient weapon like the sword of Kas or Kravenedge. If they’re spell caster, it’s a book of cursed and jynx. This was how the hag managed to trick everyone, she wasn’t using her own power but following the instructions of the book. The book details how to hid the true intent of a curse for three days so not even a detect magic spell can disclose its nature (im thinking of making homebrew curses and jynx’s besides the traditional Bestow Curse and Hex spells).

#black friday #dungeons and dragons #d&d 5e #dungeon master #just dungeon master things #quest #campaign #story arc #original #doppleganger #hag #witch #magic item #curse #adventure #DM

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survivor-tierradelfuego · 4 years

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Ep. 10: “Not all hero’s wear capes, some wear pajama pants and robes!” - Cody

Amy A

Everything worked out PERFECTLY. Ugh I love a good plan. Hopefully my new core 4 plus Najwah stays in power.

Olivia A

WHAT THE HELL!! Grae was my closest ally this is so disappointing. On top of everything, Aimee didn’t even vote with us!! So we’re at a 6-4 disadvantage. I don’t think anyone wants to work with us. Our last hope is finding and buying the idols and utilizing Kalle’s fake idol. I hate this.

Pedro A

woke up on the bottom...and thinking i was going home...guess what...im still here ahahahhahahahahahahhhaahhah...yall though...kalle is my guardian angel ...like if it wasnt for that girlll i would be out

ben kessler

Wednesday, July 29th, immediately after the tribal grae got voted out: heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh

Aimee

I had a long day and now Grae is gone. I’m honestly crying. Jay asked if I was okay and the river of tears just started flowing. I only knew Grae for a short while and really wanted to get to know them more. They brought such a beautiful, fun and loving energy to this game. Grae, I really am going to miss you. I’m just gonna go hug a stuff animal.

Maddison

I knew Pedro was going to play an idol. He didn’t do one single puzzle, it’s obvious he felt safe. Snakes are slithering.

Kalle N.

I truly cannot believe that our plan worked but it did and my splitting headache is totally worth it. I really feel like I deserve an Emmy or an Oscar for my performance with Maddison and Olivia after tribal but it's fine. I have absolutely no idea what comes next but boi will it be messy. I'm so sorry it had to be Grae but I didn't know what else to do. Also I hate that I'm working with Ben but don't worry I will use my chaotic energy to go against him eventually. I will now be erasing myself from the narrative and taking a break for several hours. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

Najwah

OK last night's tribal was wiiiiiiild af. I think the funniest part is that this all started with me planting a seed. I told Amy L that she is at the bottom of their alliance and that I was open to working with her to get Maddison out. She spilled all the tea about Maddison having two idols and that she's been wanting to gether out for a while bc she says the same thing to everyone lmao. I think the thing that pissed Amy off is that she told her "I feel closest to you" anyway, Amy didn't respond to me immediately so I thought she wasn't on board at first so I told Cody I'd work with him and that I have the idol from Alan. Ffs. Wrong move. Cody just trust other people wit information and it's really annoying. While I love Sarah, I can't really trust her bc she's really close to Ben and Aimee - who I do not trust. Well, Aimee I am not sure about. I guess I only don't trust her because of her close Ness to Ben and Ben blatantly lies. Anyway. So Amy told me that their alliance is still trying to vote Pedro which is perfect for us coz we can still stay Hanúha strong. So at this point I realise I wouldn't have to play my super idol and Cody wouldn't have to play his extra vote. Anyway. Amy tells Kalle about the plan to get Maddison out. I send Amy a long ass message Pedro sent Zack that Zack sent me. She tells her group that Zack had sent it to her, to solidify their vote for Pedro. And then She, Kalle, Ben and Pedro form an alliance and they pull off one of the most epic blindsided. I mean, wow. Amy told me beforehand so I saw it coming and I told Cody about it too. Lmao but Ccody just can't be low key he wrote something about Maddison's two idols and he asked in the Old Hanúha group whether anyone had known about the plan lmao obviously Ben was like "no" and wtf. Ben's facial expressions at tribal was hilarious especially because I know he careful conducted this whole genius plan. I mean people still think their alliances are with their alliances and that no one has moles but there are so many layers right now and there are a few moles.

Cody just needs to shut up. Be like Ben who claims that everything he is doing is for James lmao but is in a secret alliance with the person that got James out lmao love it. I love that I can see through some of the BS right now. The only person that could fuck up my game is Cody atm but I am taking a leap of faith and trusting him. He needs to trust me too. I kept telling him to just trust the process last night and he kept freaking out. I think the realisation of Ben being a BSer got to him a bit. Also, he toldd Sarah that I spoke to Amy? Like I'm so fkn mad. Can he just shut up? Ugh that's my biggest problem right now. I LOVE CODY OMG WE SPEAK ON VIDEO CALL LIKE EVERY HOUR LMAO but I'm just scared that he is too trusting with certain people, especially at this point in the game. He also doesn't know how to be low key lmao which is kinda funny. Also, Pedro. Wev ebeen talking a lot. Pedro's friggin Greek they're speech and the vote with Grae that ended with "sorry not sorry" just. Lmao. I wish I watched this on TV. I'm sad that it happened via skype😂😂 also I am not sure how this VL confession thing works. Did I say the right things? Yall probably have all the tea already. I'm a little sad that Grae went home. She seemed genuinely nice but she was our only option because Olivia won immunity. Maddison also made us all uncomfortable coz she took the time to chat to none of the new people at merge. Like? Olivia and Grae made the effort. She just seems too safe. Too comfortable. She isn't even participating in this challenge. Is she THAT comfortable or just pissed? Who knows? Never keep to yourself like that. It makes people suspicious. Pedro does seem very smart and manipulative though and I will be weary of him. Let's go idol hunting then woohoo.

Najwah

Also I keep laughing at how ridiculously bad I am at answering questions at tribal. Omg. Embarrassing. I need like a few minutes to THINK. I always look back, and wonder why tf I said what I said. In retrospect, I'd answer last night's question with "don't we all feel like we are on the outs?" ugh. I'm so bad at it. I realise it makes me look dumb and perhaps that's not a bad thing. I don't mind looking dumb tbh. Lmao.

Cody A.

I haven’t done one of these written confessions in a while! Obviously things have been absolutely fish crazy. Idek what fish crazy means but it just came to me. And on the topic of fish... I’m pretty positive I called Maola a bunch of sharks at tribal council.

If it wasn’t for Naj last night, I would have been completely blonde sided by the vote. I had no idea what was going on, I thought the plan was to put votes on Pedro and Madison and one of them would go.

About 20 minutes before tribal naj called me and said she did not want me to feel left out of the events that were about to occur. She told me the real plan of Pedro and Madison both playing idols and Pedro casting the sole vote on Grae. Not going to lie I was scared shitless... I was so close to writing kalles name as a safety net for myself. What if Pedro would’ve cast the sole vote against me? At the very least it would’ve been a 1-1 tie between myself and kalle. I just didn’t want to be Denise’d out of this game.

Ultimately I trusted my gut which told me to just trust naj. If I had got fucked over last night, at least I would’ve went out trusting the right people. Naj also told me about a 4 person alliance between Amy, Pedro, Kalle, and BEN... My Ben!!! Smh. So moving forward I have to be very careful with the information I give and receive from Ben which sucks because I thought I could trust him more :/ Basically THANK THE LORDT FOR NAJ. Not all hero’s wear capes, some wear pajama pants and robes!

Kalle N.

So this entire time that I've worked with Ben, he always dictates our moves and every single thing I can or can't say to certain people. If I suggest something he immediately turns it down and will only do what he wants. Men are the worst. Anyways, a little bit ago after he told me what our next move is and didn't let me have any input, he suddenly said "Actually what do you want to do? You go ahead and tell me what you want". That is EXTREMELY sus and makes me think that he's just trying to make me feel better while he's secretly plotting against me. I could go along with it and just let him vote me out bc honestly I'm exhausted, or I could reveal all of the insanity that happened in the last vote to my other alliance and then expose him to his own tribe for working with me. Which would get him voted out. But that's a lot of work so I'm ngl I'm leaning towards just getting voted out myself

Aimee

I’m so glad I’m not actually on an island playing real life Survivor right now. I would constantly be in the ocean or somewhere in the bushes bawling my eyes out. And then coming back to camp like, “oh hey guys! No puffy face here, I promise! Yeah everything is peaches! Hanuha strong! Those red eyes are just from too much sun, I think I need to lay down in the shade” I’m not crying over Grae and how shitty I was to Maddison or anything, JayKay I totally am! I hate that I didn’t tell Maddison the votes were going her way. I’m not even sure why I didn’t. I’m so sorry Maddison, I really hope we can rebuild our connection and work together again. I just feel like barf and am exhausted. Trying to play this game with a full time job is tough. I hope I have the emotional fortitude to pick myself back up and put on a poker face. The last thing I need is anyone figuring out my tells and knowing what I am up to. I want to work with Ben and Maddison the most at this point. I hope I can make that work out.

Pedro A

I'm honestly scared...for the next tribal ...I feel like everyone is gonna go after me...cause apparently I'm the villan lol

Kalle N.

It's a little hard to focus on the game at the current moment bc an exciting/terrifying development may be occurring in my life in the next couple of days. I'm having a prolonged anxiety attack. We were going to try to take out Aimee so F's in the chat to pay respect. Don't know what I'll be doing. Need to go cry in the shower now.

Najwah

Sigh. It's been a very long day. I really played hard at this challenge, knowing I have a 15% DA. Do I think it's insane that someone came into the game when half the players had already been eliminated and over half the 24 hours had already passed only to NOT even try to eliminate the one person not in our alliance in there, then pretend it's all kumbaya and eliminate our alliance (who we said we won't eliminate, we made a pact?) one by one? I mean yeah it's damn insane. And not that I'm a sore loser or anything, but I wish she'd have been there when things were actually heated and when everyone else was putting in the hard work. This isn't endurance in my opinion. This is coming into a game late and reaping all the benefits. However, well done on her tactic. Love it honestly. I think she made good moves and knew when to strike and for that, of course I think she's a fkn Queen. Even though I felt as though I was so close to winning immunity, even though I tried really hard. At the end of the day, it's how you outwit and outlast your opponents. Next time I'll be sure to not read challenge rules at 4am and then try to actually understand the game properly and how I too, can make things easier for myself dammit coz I think i keep making everything so hard for myself in this game ugh. I just need one fucking WIN. Goodness I am playing so hard. Wow. Wow. Starting to wonder what panderosa is like lol must be fun. Anyway I need to sleep coz the sleep deprivation is making me feel sick af and making me paranoid about having corona.

Aimee

https://lovelyygifss.tumblr.com/post/618070044309700608/deserved-more-than-0-votesssss QUEEN SARAH!!!!!!! 👑 ♥️ This challenge proved to me so much that Sarah is in it for the long haul with me! I could tell she was never guessing for my word and I wasn’t trying hers. Team Casanova is once again coming up equal on all challenges and I love to see it! I can’t believe I got to have my Michele moment and come from behind after being hours behind in the challenge and eliminating the last three people in a row to kick down that damn puzzle! I am on such an adrenaline rush!!! After the low lows of last night this rollercoaster of game really proves you can get right back up and thrive! Haha it was so hard saying my word since I’m a pretty positive person and my word was “not.” Sarah and I never gave up in this challenge and we ended up being the last two remaining!!! I also really bonded with Najwah and Cody. That challenge was so much more than immunity it was also a great opportunity to bond with cast mates and I really capitalized on that. Even during this challenge I patched things up with Maddison too and it seems like we are back to trying to make things work with us. I feel like Grae would want that for both of us too. I went from crying my eyes out the night before to total redemption today. It was on my bucketlist to win an individual immunity and I did it on something I never knew I could win. I’m just so amped and trying to calm myself down. I’m just https://youtu.be/erG5rgNYSd Wheeler island in the sun The song I was listening to when I won immunity. 🎃🐻🌈🍑❤️💜🧡💛

Sarah

There have been so many things that have happened today... This morning Ben, Naj, and I gave Cody enough coins for him to hopefully get the idol. Cody showed me what was in the store and how there were two necklaces for $20 which was odd. He got one of the necklaces and we thought it was a real idol. Tbh we still don’t know if it’s a real idol. Cody sent a fake message to Ben and I showing that it was a “fake idol” (he got the message from Naj when she had found a fake idol). We thought it was real but when Cody found it it said “what seems to be an idol,” which makes me think someone planted a fake idol there and he did get a fake idol. I will send in more soon...

Najwah

I thought that making it to merge would be enough for me lol but somehow my goal is just to get further now. I'm at a crossroads though bc there is no one I really want to get out or back stab or whatever. Cody found a supposed idol yesterday. I told him just to tell Ben it's a fake idol and if Ben wanted to use the fake idol, he could give him my idol. Thing is, Cody is paranoid about it being a real idol or fake one that he found. I think he should just chill about it and it'll be fine. I just want Cody to be calm, I feel like without Zack's constant talking and scheming, the silence is getting to him a bit. But I quite like the silence. He thinks it means something is happening or people are plotting against him. I just think it means people are trying to sleep lol. I mean even if he was a target, he still has an idol. Ugh. Anyway it's actually a religious holiday for me today and tomorrow. So I will spend time with my husband and perhaps go to a fancy restaurant or something. I haven't felt fancy in so long and I realised everyone in this game has really seen gross, messy haired, late night Najwah lmao like I usually don't even let my friends see me this way

Najwah

It's silly trying to keep wondering who tf I can trust. I need to just go with my gut. There are a few people in the game I really like. Cody, Sarah, Amy, Pedro and Aimee. I don't know the rest and I don't trust Ben. I don't know what he's up to. He was supposed to be in some secret alliance with Kalle and Amy but he told Cody and I about them so what's really happening? Who knows? Also he keeps asking me what do I want to do who do I want out? Lmaoooooooooo.

Najwah

We had a lot of deep, crazy conversations yesterday and one of my favs were actually drooling over survivor players and realising how gay everyone is lmao. I love that. As someone who has struggled with my sexuality for most of my life, thinking I'm gay for a long time and then finding myself attracted to boys too was bizarre in the early 2000s. and being told being bisexual is a "phase" or "confusion" or that it was bc I went to an all girls school (shout out to Rhenish girls High), being in a space where everyone is really open and accepting of all this is amazing. I'm happy i live in a country where gay marriages have been legal since 2006 and ironically being trans or gay is not that big of a deal here as it is in countries way more progressive than ours. I still struggle with non binary pronouns but I am learning thanks to this game. I feel free just being who I am, whoever tf that is in this game. And for that I'm obviously very thankful. Today, I'm married to a man who appreciates my sexuality and is open to me exploring it even more. Its been a long journey and it makes me extremely happy seeing people in this game, so much younger than me and so much more sure of themselves. I'm happy that they will be spared a lot of pain and confusion. I love GenZ. I love that they just are who they are and there is no pretense. This Is so important and a luxury previous generations could only dream. Of.

Sarah

From two nights ago.... https://youtu.be/uebz8rVKNbg https://youtu.be/xQyiuiGeEpo

Olivia A

Our plan for this vote feels really ambitious but I think it’s gonna work. We’ll likely get the numbers back :)

Maddison

I’m going to have to use my advantage tonight to save my ass. Guess that’s what advantages are for, eh?

Ben Kessler

I am trying to vote kalle out. If it works, my name will be out there but it may pay off. Maddison and Olivia are definitely going for me which is fine. I need to tell Pedro 5 minutes before tribal to trust me.

Kalle N.

Maddison will use her advantage, Olivia will play my idol, the only votes that will count will be the votes we put on Cody. That's it that's the plan

Cody A.

https://youtu.be/PuZChTTJzzU

Pedro A

Okay so me olivia kalle and amy are voting cody...plus maddison will leave tribal......and olivia will play the idol kalle has....i swear if olivia votes for me...and i go HOMEEE....IM DONEE...i have a bad feeling about this tribal...im trusting the devil lol

Olivia A

Kalle has been playing double agent this whole time and told everyone about the safety without power advantage grrr what a mess

Maddison

I’m making a big move tonight and I’m not sure yet how it will pan out.

Olivia A

Kalle has been playing double agent this whole time and told everyone about the safety without power advantage grrr what a mess

Olivia A

Initially we were going to all (Maddison, Cody, Najwah, Sarah, Aimee, and I) vote Ben but we are going to switch it to Kalle because Aimee and Ben are kinda close and we want to keep Aimee as a number. I’m happy to see Kalle go after how much she has lied to Maddison and me.

Olivia A

I am SO nervous for this vote. Here is the whole plan: Maddison will play her safety without power advantage and I will play the (fake) idol that Kalle gave me. This is just so that Kalle doesn’t get tipped off that we know about her lies. Kalle believes Maddison, Amy, and I are voting for Cody and think that she is voting for him as well. In reality, Cody, Aimee, Sarah, Najwah, Amy, and I are voting for Ben. We suspect Ben, Kalle, and maybe Pedro are voting for me and expect it to work because of the fake idol that Kalle planted. I really hope this works because if people are lying then I’m definitely going home.

Ben Kessler

Dearest confessional, My life is out on the line. I am in a very vulnerable position right now and if I stay in the game tonight damage control must be done. There are many complicated plans and I work best under chaos, so these votes are hopefully good for my game overall. If kalle actually gives her idol to Olivia and we vote out kalle, maddison and Olivia and Amy will be pissed, but they do not have the numbers. I would need to do some more work to make sure I get the info that kalle is currently giving me, but it's not as bad as going farther with kalle and then losing later on. I now need to video call kalle goodbye.

#episodes

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impertfectedchoices · 7 years

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I Promise - PT.1

Prompt: In a Heartbeat

Ship: James X MC

POV: (Point of View): James

Word Count: 1511

Artist Comment: SO LIHHH, this is my first fan fiction! Woooooooh, perfect for people to look back and see where I’ve come. 😅

But I chose to write something like this because not only am I always curious about how significant others react if their spouse get hurt, and to see how much they reeeallllyyy care, but I wanted some angsty sad stuff with this being my first one. I’m still learning how to actually portray a character’s personality, so hopefully I did them justice. Plussss I also wanted to see his reaction, being in a somewhat similar situation. Like this. IM SORRY BAE, you don’t deserve this torture.😩

11:03am

“Well, when observing last month’s trends, it’s clear that everyone’s topic of interest leans towards midterms.”

Are you 100% positive you won’t need to stay? I can take a day off. Reyna wouldn’t mind covering for me at this morning’s meeting.

“When it comes to midterm finals, all the students go crazy trying to find quick crash study ideas, sir!”

I’m fine James, it’s just a small cold. Nothing I… *sniff* can’t handle! Plus you’ve been been with me since Monday, I got this!

“And the worse thing they can do, is look up Buzzfeed articles on: Ways to Pass Finals Without Studying!”

*Muffled laughter erupts from the staff amongst themselves*

And I don’t regret it, but okay. I just wouldn’t bare with myself if I didn’t ask.

“Uh… I think we should break off and do some researching.”

I’ll be okay James, I promise.

I love you.

Geez, so mushy, Heh!

She smiled up at me. You were to think she must’ve been carved by a true artist at their craft… because her smile was so mesmerizing. God, her laugh was so contagious. It dissolved any stress I thought I held in myself still. It seemed as if my mind lost its train of though just being able to hear her voice. Let alone, thinking about her. She was just genuinely captivating. I had to take her word for her word, I just needed to get through this meeting…

… but I love you too, my darling.

An uncanny smile glided giddily on her face, as my smile grew larger, and more effortless. It’s been a year, and she still remembered the “pet name” I opted for us to call each other. She was so disappointed she couldn’t just call me “Jamesies”, but-

“Um, James?”

And with a blink, I was drawn back in the library, standing in-front of the conference table; empty. I hadn’t noticed that everyone, once watching me; had moves toward separate tables & computers alike, fast at work. I was then able to distinguish the voice.

“Hey Reyna, sorry. I assumed I spa-“

“Spaced out? Yes, in the middle of the meeting.”

Had I really let my thoughts consume me that much? Normally, I’m able to regulate my thoughts enough to multitask. I’m able to focus on more than one thing, on the rare occasions that I do; and work productively.

“No one really noticed, I was able to stir things in the right direction. I let everyone know to go ahead and research on midterm finals and student procrastination with it.”

She was trying to reassure me. Reyna always had such a calm spirit underneath her steadfast & determined perseverance. She truly reminded me of myself, or in ways, something similar to Vasquez and I. Mentor and colleague. When the time comes, she’ll be capable to take MC’s place when she moves into my position. I’m blessed to have had MC’s help to hire her as a journalist to our team.

“Thank you Reyna,” She seemed to relax more after my reassurance. Patting her shoulder, I headed towards a vacant table. “Let me go do something productive, but I may need your help a little later with an interview ab-“

“Are you alright, James?”

I froze midway. Looking back at her, even from a distance; the concern was still very distinguishable. Could she notice? I had been pretty good at keeping my facial expressions indecipherable. It’s difficult for others to pick up on my feelings, if only but a guess. MC told me herself, that she found the task a challenge, although now, she has it down to a science. I really must be more worried than I assumed I had been.

“Pardon me?” She seemed to grow more hesitant at my surprised expression. Cautiously, she set her papers off to the side and took one step closer, growing more urgent.

“Um,” Clearing her throat, she took a breath, trying to expel what nerves she had left dwelling. “Well Mr. Ashton, not to be too forward, but I noticed that MC hadn’t attended any meetings all week. You mentioned that she’d be here today, but she’s not... Is she okay?” Yeah, she most definitely can pick up on it. For a moment, it seemed intriguing to see her investigating skills pick up on minuet things like this. “She’s out for today, she caught a small cold. So, she’s resting. I was going to pick up on her tasks for today.” She seemed to sprout more worry. “Is there anyone there watching her?”

“She’ll be fine. Her roommates checked up on her periodically while I stayed for the past few days. And one’s going to be keeping her company today. I’ll be stopping by to see how she’s doing after we’re all done here.” She nodded, finding enough strength to work up a smile. I wanted to diminish any worry Reyna had. She had taken a liking to becoming friends with MC, and it was clear to see she was weary of her health as well.

I lean forward and hand her some papers. “These are some templates. All I’ll need you to do today is interview a sample of students & teachers; get some comments of their experience with midterm finals. If you can get it to me by the end of the weekend, that would be great!” Nodding, she grabbed her laptop from the table, and looked back at me. “Just, if you don’t mind, giving me an update on her? From, a concerned friend?”

“Will do.”

Smiling genuinely towards her, I waved goodbye, grabbing the rest of my papers. The unoccupied table I was originally going to was still empty. Some of the students cluttered together at different tables; some discussing & showing off information they found from credible articles, and others looking up articles to gain a collective opinion. I made my rounds toward each table, giving constructive criticism, and approving work. By the time I reached the table I wanted, I had already felt semi-drained.

It wasn’t a simple task; to tuck away my anxiety. Every minute that past, calling MC raced my thoughts, even walking out to go to her aid grew more and more into an option. But, once you show worry, it travels to the majority your staff. I realized how frequently I had been checking my phone.

11:50am

This would be the best time to bury myself into my work; that’s all I need; a good distraction. I reached for my phone, and held on to the side for a few seconds.

-Slide to power off-

I slide on the screen with my thumb subconsciously, and put my phone at the side of the table. Instead of working up more worry in myself, checking the time every second, I’m going to lose myself in my work. By the time I check, it’ll feel like the time flew by. I just need to keep working, and look forward to getting lost in her voice again.

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“I’ll be okay James, I promise.”

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My head flew up from its steady surface.

A few blinks later, and my vision cleared into light. I had been still seated at the library table I was at this morning. I looked around an empty room, Then down to my laptop. It had taken the same notion as me; the screen was black. After taping on one of the keys, I typed in my password. I must’ve been more exhausted than I anticipated. Maybe I should take it easy... but the newspaper club depends on me, they’re Head to run everything smoothly.

Sighing, I ran my hands down my face, trying to reawaken myself from my drowsy position. I couldn’t have been asleep for that long. The sudden brightness caught my attention, as the screen came to life, pulling up my novel I’d been working on. My eyes glided to the corner.

6:38pm

No…

My eyes darted up, scanning for any window for reassurance. Confirming my accusation, the sun had been setting outside. I could tell just by seeing the libraries reflection on the glass.

I moved my books to the corner, pulling my phone from underneath a stack of papers. After several attempts to turn it on, I came to the obvious realization & lapse of judgement:

I turned it off earlier

As I muttered swears and insults to myself, I began hoping & praying that she’d been okay.

She was okay.

She has to be okay.

She is okay.

The phone breathed on, and I froze. All I could do was stare, stare at my screen; and for what felt like forever, nothing was there. Nothing had popped up. As my phone screen went black, it suddenly began vibrating repeatedly, notification light flashing like a strobe light as the screen cut on and a multitude of notifications flew down it.

The feeling of repulsive guilt and anguish engulfed me as my phone continued vibrating.

MC 👑😂☺️👫💕 Missed Call (10) & Voicemail

MC 👑😂☺️👫💕: Text Message

Building the courage to scroll down, I noticed phone calls & texts from Kaitlyn. Guilt plaguing me enough to avoid reading & listening to MC’s first, I opened hers, anxiety clearly working to my disadvantage.

“Uh, James? I’ve been calling you from MC’s phone. She’s not okay…”

I dropped my phone on the table as I stuffed my books into my messenger bag.

“…um, were at the hospital right now, we had to leave a little after 2:15,”

I pulled my lanyard from around my neck and grabbed the keys from them, shutting my laptop closed.

“I don’t think it’s just some cold, she hasn’t woken up since talking about you earlier. That was around 11:30 this morning, when you get this, come asa-“

Her voice began to muffle as I stuffed my phone straight into my pocket, running through the library doors towards my car.

My mind fell blank, with only one thought racing:

Please, let her be okay.

6:45pm

•NEXT

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Episode 5 - they finally swapped us - Austin

I’m taking more of a leadership role on this tribe, trying to make more calls with the challenge. On a smaller tribe it is less risky to do that, and also more risky to go to tribal if people find a reason to target you its easy to get numbers. Dylan especially is a worry for me, in the past he has turned on me for absolutely no reason, so idk how much I can trust him. Dan seems ok, he gave us good intel about the other tribe. Still makes sense to vote him out if we go to tribal though lets not make enemies out of the og tribe just to save one guy.

Tribe swap. Honestly I’m not freakin out abt it bc I’ve got Stephen & Austin who’ve both been pretty good in challenges so. Hopefully I can Michelle my way to the merge Even seems chill he’s just got a russel hantz profile picture which is a lil susp Although I’ll admit I’m a lil sad this is a cooperative challenge bc I really don’t work well cooperatively. Especially when these people are choosing words like CAT and WASHINGTON DC have y’all never played scattergories the object is to get the most random ass answers. We can’t put Unagi that’s way too common, we gotta put UNI, which means sea urchin & is a delicacy. If someone else puts uni I would literally cry I’d be such a clown Xiomara? BITXH have y’all seen Jane the Virgin? Hell no!! We putting Serena spelled with an X. She’s a character in a short story I wrote it’s a real name look it up. Sorry to rant I just can’t believe one of these boys chose Cat. Cat. R u joking

So after 4 straight wins from my tribe they finally swapped us. Dylan, me, eric,and stephen from my og tribe long with dan from the other tribe. I like it and think we are gonna do well together. Dan told me sunshine said I was trustworthy which I appreciated. I dont wanna lose any challenges but if we do I feel maybe i should try and save dan? Idk i wanna be a lil more risky then i usually play in other games. Just gotta see what happens but idc to flip for my own game to do better.

LOCK & MANCALA. LOCK & MANCALA mancala is like the most famous board game WHY did we choose that I said to go with Master Trainer: Pokémon why was that not CHOSEN I hope we lose so I can get voted out & be remembered as this seasons biggest bitch

My tummy is saying Fuck rn. I don't know how this tie breaker is gonna go

So what I am thinking it is going to be like is between Keegan and Coco but like Coco is my number 1 out here rn. Glo says she will protect me and Im trying to see what chips is feeling but I feel even when he says things Im like is this legit? Keegan wants to try working with me. I have to weigh my options but if I vote people from OG Musquodoboit tribe I upset everyone else there, if I vote Keegan, Who knows where on the totem pole I can be with the OG tribe.

It has been brought to my attention that the person I’ve been referring to as ‘even’ is actually dan. ukmmmmmmmmmmm okcay also MICHELLE let’s keep this Queen energy to the merge 😈😈

I think I’m cursed. This will be the fifth tribal council in a row I’m attending. Like how does this even happen? And of course I had to be dumb enough to step up and do the tie breaker which sent us to tribal. At first glance this could very well be the end of my game. Getting swap fucked is becoming a personality trait of mine at this point. However, Heather and I have been messaging and she said she’s going to talk to Chips and see about making a move to keep me in the game. I’m not sure who we’d vote out between Coco and Gloria but honestly I don’t care as long as I stay in the game.

Hosts, Admins and VL. I made a chart that went like 6 layers deep in before it would deadend and I’m like “oh okay it must be at the 6 layer mark”. Nope I got down to 8 layers (T1 was the first) and I feel like it’s either claimed or it’s down that path. In other news, my two biggest obstacles is the OG other tribe -_- me forgetting the other tribe’s name. The second obstacle is Kyle. Kyle thinks he runs the joint and I just play a “Sheeple” game when in reality I’m trying to make small moves to further myself in the game. Kyle and Livingston are close and Kyle, myself and Darcy are tight. Sunshine is the odd one out and a easy boot.

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Update since recording, I think Chips is leaning more towards keeping Keegan oof im a swing vote then oof

Maybe I’m just getting massively played right now but I currently have an alliance chat with Heather and Chips and we’re deciding on voting Coco or Glo. And I have Coco asking me if I’d vote for Glo. Maybe I’m being bamboozled but this is actually looking a little bit promising for me staying in the game right now. I don’t want to get my hopes up too much. The last time that did I got annihilated.

Did I just suggest a Chips blindside? I- don't know. I am AHHHH. I am in a bad position next round that's FOR SURE

So unfortunately we are going to tribal. At first I thought Keegan would be an easy vote BUT Chips started playing dirty. He made a chat with Heather&Keegan and tried to form "majority" with them. They were discussing whether to eliminate me or Glo. I'm not having it. Heather and I came up with the plan to blindside Chips because he probably wouldn't see it coming. I kept telling Chips I was SO worried,SO nervous because none is talking to me but it's just all an act. Hopefully we can get rid of either Chips or Keegan tonight and even flush an idol if they use it on Keegan.

So ummm, Operation Chips Gone is under way. I am HELLA nervous! Idk if this is gonna work but I feel HELLA bad.

ok Chips has turned on me saying I am weak link on tribe and wants me voted out with Keegan staying safe, Heather and CoCO are in alliance with me and tipped me off. So our vote is CHIPS. but we all three fear the idol situation. So I may not survive but calling me weak link who beat Chips ass in Scavenger hunt and came from behind to do so lol yeppers Glo beat Chips. Anyways it might be good bye GLO GLO tonight and if so I did my best. That would be end for me I guess. <3 GLO <3

I think if we were on larger tribes and the challenge was different I might have thrown it. Bit as it is tribal only presents three options: a) vote out dan, which is not a big move or anything and is not going to change much. b) save dan, and vote out someone from my og tribe, which would piss off 8 other people I had ground work with, and c) Dan pulls something out of his ass and survives, voting one of us out. So yeah, no good scenarios for my long term game at tribal. However without it I can keep my relationships while also building new bridges with Dan that could help come merge and further.

If Glo is truly the vote tonight, I’m probably going to cry. Not even going to sugar coat it. I’ll be crying. She’s just so pure and so nice and just this incredible person. I’m trying to not let it sway my judgement too much. I’m tearing up just thinking about her leaving. But if Heather and Chips are being honest with me and not conspiring against me they’ve both said they’d vote for Glo. And all I need to do right now is stay in the game. Against all odds, I might just manage to stay in the game in a disasterous 4v1 swap. The biggest downside after this is getting Evan(?) back from Oak Island. I’m praying he’s not close with Heather and Chips or I might not survive another tribal.

So we got swapped onto a tribe of 5... and lost the first immunity challenge on that tribe. Keegan is the obvious vote since he got swapped onto our tribe. I'd rather not. Spent all day lying to Glo telling her I was going to vote him. If for some reason that's not the case and Glo doesn't go, cool. I got gamed. Also, I'm in an alliance chat with Heather and Keegan and lowkey I love it. I want to see this be a final 3 but I'm not going to get ahead of myself.

Conspiracy theory: coco, glo & Keegan voted out chips, heather on the outs. No fucking clue why but it’s the only thing that makes sense. This whole game is so scary I’m like watching blindsides & murdering happening & im just chillin on the sidelines

KEEGAN SURVIVED! I’m so happy for him! That’s all I wanted. Hopefully Keegan and Dan can make merge. I wanna throw the F14 immunity to send home Sunshine but that’s just a thought. I always said my two biggest obstacles were the OG other tribe and Kyle. That’s still true but maybe there’s hope for the first obstacle!

Oh damn, I didn’t see that coming. There are two possible situations here: 1) That Keegan managed to pull two votes in with promises and shit, and 2) That there was a pre-existing alliance against Chips (and others) that I wasn’t aware of. This is worrying, not only did I just lose someone I wanted to work with but it shows I’m not that aware of what’s going on. Not good.

I watched the tribal council. Keegan wasn’t even on the chopping block which is great. Glo seems like a lovely lady and seems easy to bond and manipulate. Great for me 🐍. Our alliance including Dan, with Keegan and his allies can make a strong group and potential majority. I feel like at merge I can play my cards right and secret pull strings.

Chips was voted out which is honestly a big surprise to me but at least I’m still here! Who survived a 4v1 Swap Fucking? This guy!

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Fighter, Lover - Yondu x Reader

so here’s maybe an idea if you want: like reader gets to be a part of the guardians of the galaxy somehow idk how and then yondu comes along for a mission and sees her fighting and is like damn who is that and they end up fighting together during the fight and they’re awesome and idk what happens after that it’s up to you but yea - Anon

Set sometime after GOTG Vol2 - Yondu lives AU

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“Quill come on, let’s go” you called, walking along the length of the Milano from your room to the cockpit, “we’ve been stalling this for 3 days now”

“Yeah, 3 days waiting for Yondu, and now he’s here, so we can go”

You rolled your eyes. You had no idea why Peter had been so insistent about getting his old captain to join you for this mission. As far as you could see, there was nothing that you couldn't handle, and nothing extra the Ravager could bring to the table – that being said, Peter hadn’t hold you much about the guy, actually Peter hadn’t hold you anything at all! It was Rocket who’d told you that Yondu Udonta was the captain of the Ravager ship Peter used to live on.

“Well, someone’s in a hurry” the voice that greeted you was a low, southern drawl. As you stepped forward you saw who it belonged to; this, presumably, was Yondu.

You eyed him suspiciously, having dealt with Ravagers in the past. This one was a Centaurian by the looks of things, a little older, rough round the edges. But Peter seemed to trust him, more or less.

“We either do this today or we lose half the reward.” You said, directing it at Peter who was lounging back in his chair.

“Straight t’ business – I like this one, boy” Yondu chuckled, looking you up and down appreciatively, he held out a hand for you to shake, “Yondu Udonta. So who is this fine young thing and why ain’t I seen ‘em before?”

You laughed at his flattery, and shook his hand. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, “Y/N. Only got dragged into this a few weeks back”

“I wouldn’t say dragged…” Peter said.

“No? Really? Because I would – I was literally dragged onto his ship”

“You were unconscious”

“That doesn’t make it any better!”

Yondu laughed, smirking at you, “Glad t’see there’s someone to put ‘im in his place”

You smiled, “I do my best” you had a look around, quickly checking everyone was ready, or nearly there, “right, we going then?”

“Yes Mom” he moaned.

You rolled your eyes, taking a seat, “He always been like this?” you asked Yondu.

He laughed, “You ain’t got no idea”

It would take long for you to arrive at your destination – a small space port, recently invaded by a group of ex-military thugs. The owner of the port couldn’t careless, but near the core of the place, was a few crates of very expensive (very illegal) imports, that he wanted back. The job description was simple – get the crates, kill whoever you need to to do it. No problem.

You had zoned out, staring out into space as the Milano kept its course. Yondu was curious. You seemed more level headed than the rest of the Guardians. Initially he’d presumed you were ages with Peter, but looking more closely it was obvious you were certainly older than the majority of them, definitely more mature too. Your species were generally smaller in stature - you were too, but not much more so than the others on the ship, it wasn’t terribly noticeable. As far as he was aware, your species were peaceful too, preferring to keep to themselves. He reckoned you were more of a negotiator than a fighter, you just couldn’t be a warrior. He found himself wondering how you’d managed to get mixed up with this lot.

When you reached the port there was no sign of life, except the light from inside the bar – where the hatch down into the core was, and the crates. Everyone quickly did a weapons check, grabbing extra ammo and whatever else they thought would be helpful, then headed out.

Peter went first with Gamora, followed by you, then Yondu (who stayed oddly close to you), then Drax, Rocket and Groot. Peter threw the doors open, then flanked them inside with Gamora, letting you step in between then, Yondu just behind you, Drax just behind him, with Rocket and Groot making their way to the front. Peter fired his blaster in the air, getting everyone’s attention.

Once all eyes had turn to yous, you stepped up, and yelled, “Listen up!” Yondu jumped, his eyes widening in surprise at the volume of your voice, “You have two options! One – get out of our way and let us get what we came for, or two – die! You’ve got 5 seconds to make up your mind!”

The crowd in the bar were surprised by the intrusion, but it was plainly obvious that they were choosing to fight. Yondu, however, was still staring at you in shock. How the Hell did such a level headed, sensible sweet thing like you, manage to scream your lungs out threatening a small army of thugs? He was impressed.

You drew your weapons, watching as your opponents did the same. “3” you called, “2…1!”

As a whole you jumped forward, Peter and Rocket shooting, Drax and Gamora swing their respective knives and sword, Groot doing his thing too, despite currently being pint size. You caught sight of Yondu’s arrow activating as he whistled, impressed by the technology.

Your fighting style was just a little different. With sharp, spiked, metal knuckledusters slipped onto your hands, you set to work. The metal inlay of your boots also coming in handy as you swung a kick or two. Yondu kept watching you out the corner of his eye – what in the Universe…? He was amazed how easily you took down the men in front of you, the strength of your punches and kicks, your agility at ducking out the way of danger. You were incredible.

Yondu had brought a twin set of guns with him as back up, and seeing the numbers that you were facing, he decided they better get put to use. You’d all managed to make your way in amongst the crowd, taking sections at a time to deal with. Yondu made his way towards the centre of the room, still whistling as he shot and moved. His instincts told him to look out for you, being smaller and leaner than the rest (though you mostly didn’t need it). It was sheer luck that Yondu happened to be watching you when one of the thugs grabbed your ankle as you kicked, making you crash to the floor.

In a split second the yaka arrow had entered and exited his head, and the body fell to the floor. Yondu had easily managed to shoot himself a path through to you, standing over you and defending as you slowly got back to your feet. You’d hit the ground hard, bashing your head off the metal floor had dazed you a bit. You shook yourself, taking a deep breath and exhaling as you pushed yourself back to your feet, ready to go on. “Ya alright?”

You laughed, adrenalin buzzed from fighting, “All the better for seeing you”

He smirked, “Just the way I like it”

You were standing back to back, shots and punches flying as the arrow zipped through the remaining thugs. You were all making fair progress, the largest ground had surrounded Yondu and you. But as the others finished off the ones they were dealing with, they came and started picking of the crowd you two had gathered. You and Yondu were working together with ease – shots came flying in your direction every now and again, and whoever saw it shouted instructions to the other so they could avoid it, you stuck close to each other, not allowing anyone to get at your backs. You were tactical, telling the other what you were planning without giving your game away. You worked well with one another.

Soon the fight was over. With a swift heel to his sternum, you knocked the last thug to the floor, Yondu spinning round to put a bullet in him.

You looked around. You’d won. You laughed, grinning wide, “Hell yeah” You leant over, leaning on your knees and catching your breath.

Yondy chuckled, “Damn Darlin’, I’m impressed.” with a whistle his arrow returned to it’s holder.

“Thanks” you straightened up again, grinning at him.

He nodded approvingly as he looked at you, “I’d say we make a pretty fine team, Y/N”

“I’d have to agree”

“Hey whatcha say to comin’ out w’ me sometime? Get me know me better” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, and you couldn’t help but smile wide as he sauntered close to you.

“I think that sounds like a great idea”

Peter was staring on in horror, jaw dropped. No way, no way, was Yondu flirting with Y/N… and she didn’t mind?! No way had she just agreed to go on a date with him.

Without looking round, you snapped, “Shut your mouth Quill” He did it so quickly he nearly bit his tongue.

Groot had climbed up onto Drax’ shoulder, looking down at Rocket he said, “I am Groot”

“Dude” Rocket exclaimed, staring up at him in disgust, “that’s gross, why would you even say that?!”

“Peter?” Drax asked, “If Y/N enters into a sexual relationship with Yondu would that make her your new Mother seeing as Yondu has become your new Father?”

Gamora choked at the look of horror on Peter’s face, “Why? Why? Why the Hell would you even say that to me? Oh my God! That’s disgusting, you’re disgusting!”

“Whatcha think?” Yondu asked you, the cheekiest of grins on his face ,“Reckon I could make y’a Momma?”

You bit your bottom lip, smiling, “I’d like to see you try”

From behind you all you heard was Peter going to walking out, declaring, “I’m gonna be sick”

But Yondu was still grinning at you, “Say, these lot can go get our reward, and we can have a little moment t’ ourselves?”

“At least let me clean the blood of first” you laughed.

Peter nearly screamed, “I am actually going to vomit!” Slamming the door behind him.

You had to say, you were looking forward to this.

#request #yondu udonta #yondu udonta x reader #reader x yondu udonta #yondu #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #yondu fic #yondu udonta fic #anon #guardians of the galaxy fic #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #gotg vol2

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sparkesink · 4 years

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Chapter 10:

Paul

Remember?

Going To U Of I,

(Peter.)

We Were Together For So Long,

I Had Melted Within Your Friend Circle.

My Friends Did Not Like You…

(Not One Bit.)

My Own Aunt Refused To Talk To Me,

An Attempt To Please…

(A Narcissistic Twit.)

It Was Simply Easier:

Being ‘The Girl,’

(The Only Within The Crew.)

I Was ‘Not Allowed’ To Enjoy Time With Most Of My Friends;

(You “Didn’t Approve Of Them”.)

It Was Quite Beautiful;

(Our Fucking Train Wreck.)

You,

(The Conductor,)

Walked Away,

(Scott-Free:)

Never Looked Back.

The Carnage Left By Your Actions:

The Bodies,

(Ripped From Limb,

To Limb).

In College,

(Alone,)

‘On Your Own,”

(The Beginning Of Our Lives:)

A New City,

(Populated From Every Corner Of The Globe.)

We Became Acquainted To New Humans;

(In Which,)

We Would Have Never Met.

One Of Those First Fridays,

(Semester Came Around.)

We Made Our Way,

Down Those Elevators,

Across The Lawn,

(Travis’s Dorm.)

Travis,

Peter’s Best Friend;

(Since Seventh Grade,)

One Of My Good Friends,

(One Of My Roommates.)

Those Silly Dorm Rooms,

(‘Jack And Jill,’ Architecture.)

Two Rooms,

Conjoined, One Door,

One Bathroom,

Shared;

Located Within The Left Room.

(Pain-In-The-Ass.)

I Ended Up Moving;

A Separate Dorm,

(Post Peter’s Infidelity.)

Elevator Riddled With Condoms,

(Taped To My Door.)

“Use Protection!”

She Made A Pristine Point,

(Taunting A Broken Heart,)

As It Packed,

And Left.

Our Original Dorm Set Up,

One Communal Bathroom,

(A Center Piece To Each Floor.)

Surrounded By Individuals,

Walking Down Hallways,

(Towards 10x10 Bedrooms.)

This May Sound Obnoxious,

(Whilst Showering And Shitting,)

Until Your Suite Mate Needs To Use The Restroom,

Conveniently Located On Your Side Of The Jack And Jill,

(Count Your Blessings,)

Trapped,

(Mid Sex Position,)

Until They Are Finished Relieving Themselves Within Your Bedroom.

I Cannot Begin To Describe,

(Being Walked In On During Sex.)

Don’t Let Me Forget:

Laying On The Couch,

(In That Basement,)

A Family Friend Popped Down To Say,

“Hey,”

You Thought It Extremely Funny To Sodomize Me:

(Smack-Dab In Mid-Conversation.)

You ‘Have To Play It Off’,

(Attempt To Cover What Was Really Going On.)

Worthy A Film Contract,

(All In It’s Own.)

I Should Have Won An Award,

(How Well I Kept All Of Your Skeletons,)

Your Dirty Secrets,

She Turned,

(Walked Up Those Stairs.)

(Rabbit Troll)

A “Jack And Jill,”

(Room Arrangement,)

One Of Two Things Happen:

You,

(All Your Suite Mates,)

Live Together,

(Open Door Policy.)

You’re Awkward,

(Never Talk,)

Never Open The Door;

(Unless One Has To Use The Restroom.)

Travis,

Suite-mates:

Two Of His Old,

(High School,)

Friends…

And Paul.

Paul:

Small Town Idahoan.

High School Class:

Roughly Fourteen.

The Epitome Of My Attraction.

(Morphing Throughout Adolescent Maturity;)

Following Consequently,

(Views Changing To Fit Thee.)

High School Wrestler,

(Training To Be A Firefighter.)

One Powerlifting Trophy.

Listened To My Music,

Had A Lip Ring,

Tattoos,

Beautiful Brown Eyes.

Brunette Hair,

(Swooped To The Side.)

Could Make Any Girl,

(Melt Where She Stood.)

Silly Girl,

(Inclined To Attract,)

Strictly,

(Womanizing,)

Assholes.

Could Fuck Any Girl In A Room,

(Right Where He Stood;)

No Matter What She Looked Like.

He Had This Magnetic Pull To Him,

Draws You In,

(Within The Flicker Of A Heartbeat.)

He Always Knew,

Exactly What To Say,

(Each Girl,)

Melting Within His Hands.

Hot,

(Bar Fly,)

Bitch,

(Ego With A Complex:)

“Be An Asshole To Her,

Ignore Her Passes,

Gain Her Desire For Acceptance”…

Give Her An Ego Boost,

(Over The Hood Of Her 1999 VW Beatle.)

Beautiful,

(Shy,)

“Lady Like”:

Compliment Her,

Stand Up For Her,

Prove “You’re A Good Guy…

The One That Can Take Care Of Her,

(Within Your Big Strong Arms”…)

Give Her Comfort,

(Security,)

Three Hours,

(Bent Over The Bathroom Sink.)

Paul’s Collegiate Goal:

One Hundred Different Women,

(Before He Graduated.)

Starting College At Twenty-one.

Paul Was Not Trying To Hypnotize Me,

(When We First Met…)

Yet,

Here I Am, Writing,

(Yet Another,)

Bad,

Fucking,

“Love Story”.

The Night We Met,

(That Second Friday Of My Collegiate Experience.)

I Did Not Know Anyone:

Drinking In Travis’s Dorm,

(Our Only Option.)

I Hadn’t Heavily Started Drinking,

(Until After I Became A “Vandal”.)

Only Drank Once-In-A-While,

(Upon A Parent Free Home.)

Now Consuming:

A Fifth Of Tequila,

To Myself,

(Through A Sippy-Cup;)

Conscious Enough To Independently Walk Home.

At This Time,

Four Beers To DRUNK…

(I Miss Those Days.)

I Remember Walking Into Travis’s Room,

Peter,

(Thinking He Was Hot Shit,)

That Is,

Until I Met Eyes With…

Paul.

Up Until This Moment,

I Had Never Wanted To Be With Anyone,

(Aside Peter.)

Truth Be Told,

I Was Loyal To Him,

Until Nine Months Post,

(He First Cheated On Me.)

I Had Never Been Drawn To Anyone,

(Such I Had Paul.)

Sitting Around,

Playing King’s Cup,

Drinking,

(Bullshitting.)

I Had Forgotten Peter Had Been Present.

It Wasn’t Until I Leaned In,

(Towards Paul,)

Looked Straight Through Him,

(Dead In The Eye:)

“Do You Think If Two People With Lip Rings Made Out…

Would They Be Doomed To Get Stuck?”

Peter Responded,

“YOU ARE NOT MAKING OUT WITH HIM,”

I Hadn’t Remembered:

Peter Had Been Sitting Next To Me,

(Whilst I Been Oodling Over Paul.)

(Just To Justify,)

If Two People With Lip Rings Make Out,

They Can Get Caught,

You Will Both Appear Rather Troublesome,

(Whilst Attempting To Separate Two Faces.)

Peter Caught Me,

Red Handed:

(Mentally Molesting,)

This Gorgeous Man I Had Just Met,

I Worked Extraordinarily Hard,

(Keeping Myself Composed,)

Appear Loyal,

(To A Cheating Putz.)

My Mind Lusting,

(The Other Man,)

Sitting To The Right Of Me.

It’s Quite Humorous,

(Recalling Our First Memorable Moment,)

(Paul:)

You Found My Obnoxious Outbursts So Comical…

One Of Paul’s Female Friends,

Sitting Next To Peter During This Circle Of King’s Cup,

(Forcing Alcohol Peter’s Way,)

With Every Drink To Be Given Out.

I Had Come Back To Realization,

(Peter Was Present In My Life,)

I Quickly Recognized Her Feminine Intentions.

I Was Mentally Melting Amongst The Feet Of Another Man,

Though,

I Felt Envy As Peter Received Strange Attention.

“Don’t Get Him Too Drunk,

He’s Got To Pull Out Later.”

(The Moment You Became Friends With Me.)

Paul,

We Had An Intense Connection,

Even Platonically,

While I Was In A Relationship With Peter.

Peter, Travis, Paul And I:

“The Gruesome Foursome”.

Spending Almost Every Waking Moment Together:

Creating Drunken Memories Throughout Our Freshman Year.

Paul Started School Late,

September Of This Year Celebrating His 21stBirthday…

(He Did Not Remember The First Month And A Half Of His Legality.)

That Same Halloween,

(I Found That Girl On The Bathroom Floor,)

Peter Dressed As A Banana,

I, The Queen Of Hearts.

Before Leaving For The Party,

We Had Walked Through Paul’s Room,

Him Passed Out On His Bed,

(Shit-Faced-Drunk)

6:00 P.M.

You Woke Up,

Responded,

“PETER! YOU’RE A BANANA!”

Peter:

“No Paul,

You’re A Banana.”

Paul:

“NO IM NOT…”

(Glanced Toward Me,)

A Coward In The Corner,

“DAYUM…You Look Dirty,”

(Passing Back Out).

You Didn’t Know How Brokenly Innocent,

(Small,)

I Felt Inside,

(Those Years I Knew You.)

How Your Affection Made My Heart Beat Faster,

(Each Time I Saw You.)

That Attention Was But A Game To You,

You Didn’t Know I Was Drowning.

You Didn’t Know I Was Begging For Affection,

(Just As That You Sheltered Me With.)

November 1, 2009

Peter Left Me,

(In My Dorm Room,)

To Have Sex With The Girl From The Fourth Floor.

I Didn’t Find Out.

Two Days Past:

Walking Back From The Shower,

(Everyone Knew.)

Snickers,

Those Girls Mocked Me That Day,

The Day I Received That Text From Peter’s Roommate.

“Jade,

I Need To Tell You Something.

I Am Not Telling You This To Hurt You,

Or Upset You,

I Feel You Needed To Know…

Peter Had Sex With Macy Sunday Night.”

Shock;

Death.

The One Person I Had To Confide In:

(The One Who Burnt Me,)

First.

Paul’s Number Came Upon My Telephone.

“Peter Cheated On Me,

Want To Come Over?”

“Jade,

We Both Know That Is A Bad Idea…

A Week’s Time,

You Would Like Me To Come Over,

I Will.”

Our Sexual Tension Was Thick,

A Sludge Hammer:

(Tearing Through Quicksand.)

I Began To Care About You,

(Paul.)

I Became Protective Of You,

(The More Our Friendship Grew.)

That December,

Paul Began Dating,

Some Gorgeous Girl He Had Been Chasing,

(About Three Years).

Paul In Moscow,

(Going To School:)

She Had Been Living In Boise,

(An Obvious Cause For Issues To Arise.)

She Refused To ‘Officially’ Date Him.

(How I Wished I Had Her Chance.)

Every Night,

(Clockwork,)

He Would Phone Her.

(Regardless What He Was Doing That Night,)

Just To Talk,

(Before Bed,)

Tell Her “He Loved Her”.

This Went On For…

Three,

Four Months;

(This Womanizing Asshole Had Been Tamed,)

Turning Down Any Girl To Make A Pass Towards Him,

(A Slave To His Nightly Phone Call.)

I Remember,

(Meeting This Girl,)

New Years,

(That Year I Thought I Loved You.)

She Seemed Nice…

(I Couldn’t Help My Growing Envy,)

Wishing I Was In Her Position:

Tucked Under Your Arm,

(Receiving Your Kiss.)

Three Months:

She “Broke Your Heart”.

I Desired To Physically Hurt Her,

More So Than Ever In My Life,

(To This point.)

Standing In The Parking Lot,

(Outside Our Dorm.)

Our Friends…

Waived By,

(You And I,)

To Talk Alone.

Tears On Both Ends.

You,

Expressing Her Disloyalty To You,

(Peters Of Me.)

This Was The First Time I Realized,

(Acknowledged,)

I Had Feelings For This Man…

More So Than That,

(Simply Just “Friends”.)

We Had Grown Extremely,

(Secretly,)

Close;

Those Months,

(Following This Event.)

I Always Felt Safe Confiding In You,

(As I Felt You The Same Toward Me.)

I Cannot Speak For Paul’s Thoughts And Feelings,

(Though,)

It Seemed As I The Only Person You Had To Open Up To,

(I Assumed You Felt That Same Comfort With Me.)

Summer 2010

I Had Thrown That Huge,

(Weekend Long,)

House Party;

(While My Parent’s Were Away.)

The Night Began To Turn,

(A Drunken Blur.)

Walking Through The Living Room…

I Found You,

Peter,

One Of My Female Friends,

(Conspiring In The Corner;)

Gradually Glancing Over Toward Me,

Leaning Back In,

Glancing Over,

(Repeat.)

I Walked Over,

Questioning The Birdie Gossip…

“Oh Nothing,

Don’t Worry About It…

Let’s Watch A Movie.”

Unaware Of This Future Plot,

Quickly Unraveling Your Conspiracy.

Putting In That Movie,

(Realizing,)

This Was A Plotted Four-way…

Each Member Aware The Situation…

(Except Me.)

I Wanted To Have Sex With You,

(Paul,)

That Night.

I Let Peter Fuck Me In Front Of You,

All While Wishing It Were Only Me And You.

I Had Wanted To Make Love To You,

(I Hated Peter For Keeping Us Apart.)

Do You Remember What You Said To Me?

While Naked,

Wrapped Within My Blanket,

(Upon My Parent’s Bathroom Floor.)

(Another One Of Those Moments,)

I Had Accidentally Been Falling For You.

(I Never Asked To Care For You.)

It Was Never Something I Had Planned.

I Should Have Left You There;

How Embarrassed You Felt,

“This Never Happens To You”.

You Caught Me,

(In The Way You Looked At Me,)

Naked,

Covered In A Simple Blanket.

I Thought I Knew More Depth,

From What We Put Upon The Surface.

“Jade,

Your One Of The Good Ones,

Don’t Let Anyone Tell You Otherwise…

Please.”

I Couldn’t Help But Stare Through You As You Spoke,

(Imagining…)

You Where The Only Person Who Cared,

(For The Inside Of Me;)

We Were The Only People Left In This Room,

(The Only Left In Our World.)

Do You Remember That Night?

The Summer I Turned 18.

You Didn’t Know I Had Broken It Off With Peter The Night Before.

You Didn’t Know I Had Left My Abuser To Be With You.

That Night,

You Curled Me Up On That Couch,

(Your Friend’s One Bedroom Home On Vista Avenue.)

We Watched 500 Days Of Summer.

You Fingered My Hipbones,

(Kissed Me As A True Lover.)

Wrapped Me Up In Your Web,

Liquified,

(Mummified,)

Carcass,

(Feeding Your Joker’s Ego.)

That Week:

You Weren’t Ashamed To Love Me.

(Whilst Simultaneously Hiding My Identity,)

Such Importance,

(Saving Your “Best Friend” Face.)

You Lured Me In.

You Didn’t Know I Had Been,

(Desperately,)

Searching For My “Love Story”,

(Long Before I Met You.)

You Didn’t Know How Young And Naïve I Was,

(I Put On A Good Act.)

I Just Wanted To Laugh With You,

Be Someone,

(You Weren’t Ashamed,)

To Call Your Own.

You Didn’t Know,

I Only Fell Back To Peter…

(After You Refused My Affection.)

You Didn’t Explain That To All Of Our Friends,

(The One’s You Lied To.)

They Couldn’t Know,

It Was You Who Had Fallen…

For One Of Your Best Girl Friends,

(Your Best Friend’s Girl.)

All I Ever Wanted:

Recognition,

(You Felt Something Too.)

I Knew What Kind Of Guy You Were,

I Sat By You,

(Through and Through.)

High Hopes,

My Wild Heart Could Tame You,

I Hadn’t Expected Abandonment…

(Not From You.)

I Didn’t Know Who I Was,

My Life,

(As I Knew,)

In Shambles.

A Cheating Four Year,

(Abusive,)

Relationship…

Ended…

(Thanks To You.)

You Forgot About Me.

Convinced Yourself,

“I Wasn’t Good Enough For You”…

Or Maybe It Was You,

(For Me.)

We Were Never Meant To Be,

(It Would Have Been A Catastrophe.)

You Didn’t Have To Lie,

You Didn’t Have To Abandon Me.

You Were Supposed To Put Out The Fire,

(Disintegrating The Beauty Within Me.)

A Firefighter,

(A Joker,)

Instead,

Setting My Escape…

Ablaze.

I Could Have Used Your Friendship,

(All Those Days,)

You Walked Away.

Our Friends,

That Same Confused Look,

(Every Mention Of My Feeling Towards He.)

You Could Have Had Me…

(Surely,)

That’s Not How The Story Was Meant To Be.

You Couldn’t Admit You Cared For Me.

You Didn’t Know You Were My Last Grasp,

(Justification For My Own Self Worth.)

You Didn’t Know I Swallowed Those Pills,

In That House We Were Suppose To Share.

Peter Sat By My Bath Side,

All While Imagining It Was You.

Wishing You Had Never Abandoned Me.

You Aren’t Worth Any More Thought,

(You Really Never Were;)

Just A Joker,

Playing Games…

(Your Specialty.)

Such A Foolish Girl:

Determined To Be “Special;”

(The One To Restrain The Boar.)

I Never Wanted To Share My Bedroom With Him,

In Our House On Lilly…

That Night,

(The Last Night You Admitted Your Feelings For Me:)

You Didn’t Know I Sat,

(Sobbing,)

Within My Beetle,

(Outside Your Friends Tiny House…)

Wondering,

“Will I Ever Escape This Black Tar?”

What Was A Girl Supposed To Do?

I Didn’t Know I Could Survive On My Own.

Peter Promised Me Companionship…

You Shunned Me The Night Before…

I Never Cheated On Him With You.

I Left Him For You.

You Never Told Him.

(You Never Told Anyone.)

You Were The Joke.

I Never Needed You.

I Didn’t Need You,

Every Instance You Toyed With Me In Lilly.

I Didn’t Need You,

Each Time You Chased Me Through That Alley…

(Willy-Nilly.)

I Didn’t Need You,

Each Stupid,

(Sexist,)

Joke You Directed Shoved My Direction…

I Should Have Avoided,

Every Demeaning Comment You Threw In My Face.

I Didn’t Fucking Need You,

You Left,

Friends With He…

(Peter.)

You,

A Magician,

Hiding Amongst Black Lace.

Do You Think He Would Have Accepted You?

Had He Known…

(You Thought You Were My Mistress.)

How Fake You Would Have To Be…

To Look At Him,

Then Look At Me.

You Never Extinguished His Fire…

Just Coward In The Corner…

(Gaze Cold And Dead:)

Than Walked The Opposite Direction,

(A Spineless Jellyfish Instead.)

You Didn’t Have To Witness Me Turn To Ash,

You Never Guessed,

I Would Rise From The Soot.

You Never Assumed,

I Would Publish Your Guilty Foot.

You Watched Me Burn,

(Turned A Frozen Cheek,)

I Never Died,

Resided Within This Infirmary,

So Sad,

So Bleak.

I Swallowed Those Pills…

A Couple Weeks After You Refused To Move In.

I Sat In That Tub For Eternity,

(Taste-buds Drenched In Tin.)

I Woke Up In This Medical Room,

A Clawfoot Riddled In Despair.

The Nurse Licked My Wounds,

A Tender Love,

(The Infirmary,)

Saturated The Infected Air.

A Price To Pay For All Services Rendered,

An Obedient Slavery,

Such Exchange For Care Tendered.

I Survived.

Found Myself,

Within My Own Death.

Trapped For Eternity,

(Ash Saturated Breath.)

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