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sweetiejunie · 5 years ago

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Cupid’s Arrow

Summary: all it took was a few shots and a phone call

Genre: fluff / angst

Yeonjun x reader (ft. Best friend! Kai)

Warning: swearing • drinking, pls drink responsibly 🍻

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An arrow is said to be shaped as a concave quadrilateral. Unlike a knife, it makes it harder to be removed once you’ve been hit. It causes you to bleed out. Putting an end to the misery and inevitably, your life.

That’s exactly how yeonjun felt when he first saw you. You had shot cupid’s arrow at his heart and no matter how hard he tried there was no way for him to remove it. A perfectly crafted arrow that ensured it hit its target, him. The only difference in this case was that there was no end to his suffering or pain. Whenever he saw you talking or laughing with his other members, that arrow only got deeper making his heart twist and hurt more.

He had met you through Kai. You were in the same class and one day Kai had invited you to their dorm to work on an assignment you had. And ever since, the boys had been inviting you over more and more often.

The moment yeonjun laid an eye on you, he was gone. The way you shyly smiled and greeted them just made his heart race. You were probably the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

He’s never been brave enough to tell you how he’d fallen victim to one of your fatal arrows, he just couldn’t. In his mind you were the huntress and he was your prey. And a huntress never gets hit by their own arrows, do they. There’s no way you fell for him.

To him, you were some untouchable prize he couldn’t even dream of achieving, the one with the bow and an impenetrable heart. Little did he know, your heart had been hit. And by who? The answer would really surprise him.

It’s been a year since he’s been hit, but the arrow still stuck with him, as painful as it’s ever been. A year of all the pent-up frustration, jealously and love. Throughout that time, he’s tried multiple times to tell you how he felt, and every time he backed out at the last minute, in fears of rejection. He was about to explode and on that one faithful day he finally did. All it took was a couple shots and a phone call.

Yeonjun had tried and attempted many times to get over you. Whenever he failed to confess, he immediately wanted to give up on you in general. He assumed being friends with you enough for him but time and time again he proved himself wrong.

He always drank when he felt the pain, drinking just enough to help numb his heart. A feeling he’s gotten accustomed to.

Today, the stinging in his chest was worse than ever. He had overheard your plans with Kai to go to a some new ice cream parlor. How he wanted Kai to say no and for you to have asked him instead.

Thats how he ended up here, at McClaren’s bar, the only person spending time with him was a little birdie called jack daniel, someone he considered a close friend by this point. He took a shot, cringing as the alcohol slide down his throat, burning, but no pain could compare to what his heart was going through.

Earlier that day he saw you entering the practice room as their practise was coming to an end. In his heart he hoped you were there looking for him but instead you greeted him and the other boys and turned to Kai. He knows you and Kai were best friends, but it still hurt how he wasn’t your number one choice and probably would never be.

He remembered how you had showed Kai a picture of the parlor, the way your face lit up as you talked about how excited you were to try it. He took another shot.

He remembered how you waited for Kai to end practice. He wished you had been waiting for him instead, taking another shot.

The way you and Kai left the building together, laughing and chatting about god knows what. With each shot he took, he felt his frustration build. But that didnt last long. A wave of sadness crashed on him and he realised there was no way he could stay mad at you, no matter how drunk and/or sober he was. He just cared and loved you too much.

As the alcohol started to take effect, yeonjun felt his negative thoughts, along with his sobriety, fade away. All his thoughts, except one, you. In a way he was glad all he could think about was you, but he despised the jealousy and pain that came with it.

“Why can’t she just realise how i felt about her? I’ve been trying so fucking hard to make it obvious, why is she so ignorant?” He rambled, to no one in particular.

There was no one close enough to hear him, hell, it was too early for anyone to be at a bar, but he still continued mumbling to himself. He was depressed, or maybe it was anger? He didn’t know anymore, all his emotions were numb, creating a mess in his mind. A few more shots through his soliloquy and suddenly everything went black.

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“What! You jumped on a glass coffee table?!” Kai exclaimed, bursting into a fit of laughter as you told him the story of how you wanted to test a glass table by jumping on it, breaking it in the process, obviously.

“Hey! Its not my fault it broke okay!”

“Yeah, right. The table came out of no where and got in your way right?”

“Exactly!” You said sarcastically, folding your arm in a defensive manner, “you get me. But there’s something you need to know about me Kai-”

“That you like glass coffee tables?” He intrupted with another round of laughs.

“No. It’s that I’m just really dumb,” you reponded, and with that, the entire street was filled with your laughters. Thankfully, the street was practically empty at that hour.

It was nearly 11pm as you and Kai made your way back home. The past few hours you spent with your best friend had been fun. After getting ice cream, you headed to the nearby park to walk off the calories. However, you both somehow ended up at the playground playing on the swings, with Kai pushing you, of course. You had fun, but eventually the sun had to call it a day and so did you.

It was a beautiful night, stars filled the sky and the moon hung brightly beside them. You’ve always loved stargazing and one day you hoped to be able to lie in the grass, stargazing with your favourite person.

“So... you planning to confess anytime soon?”

You chocked at Kai’s sudden question, “what?”

“Oh, dont pretend. You know who I’m talking about and i know you’re thinking of him right now.”

Blushing at how obvious you were being, you replied, “no way, he doesn’t like me. Ill just be digging my own grave.”

As if on cue, you felt your phone ring in your back pocket.

“Hold on Kai,” you paused, retrieving your phone.

‘Yeonjun 🥴💓’ you heart fluttered as the screen lit up, revealing the caller. ‘That’s weird, why would he be calling me?’ You thought.

No doubt, Kai saw the name and was now teasing you about it. Kai was the only person you trusted enough to tell about your crush on yeonjun, you didnt know him long at the time, but something about him just drew you in. You hit Kai’s arm and answered the phone, signalling Kai to be quiet.

“Hey yeonjun! What’s up?”

Kai blew a kiss in your direction and you responded by rolling your eyes and shaking your head.

You heard someone at the other end of the line but the voice that replied didn’t belong to the blue haired boy you knew.

“Um hi, is this y/n?”

“Yes, that would be me.”

“Oh hi, um so your friend here passed out and he’s been mubbling your name a lot, so i figured you were the person i should call,” the stranger said, letting out a dry laugh at the awkwardness of the call.

“What? Is he okay? Where is he?” You asked, panic overtaking you.

“Yes, he seems fine, he just had a bit too much to drink. He’s at McClaren’s.”

“Alright, thank you! I’ll go pick him up now!” With that, you hung up.

You turned to face Kai, who was looking at you with the face of confusion, “come on we have to pick up yeonjun, he’s at the bar.”

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You hailed a taxi and you both jumped in. Your mind flooded with worry as you wondered what could have made yeonjun drink so much. He was fine when you were at the practice room earlier, did you miss something when you left?

The moment you arrived, you rushed into the bar, leaving Kai to pay for the ride. When you stepped in, a mixture of alcohol and smoke filled your senses but you couldn’t care less. Your main goal was ensuring yeonjun was alright.

Your eyes scanned the scene until they fell upon the boy slumbering at bar counter. An open bottle of whiskey rested infront of him. He must have had at least five to six shots. Your eyes soften at this realisation and you made your way over to him. Seeing his sleeping face, you couldn’t help but give a small smile. He just looked so... breathtaking.

Gently nudging him, you tried waking him up. “Yeonjun, wake up, we need to get you home.”

“Y/n?” He said groggily, lifting his head as he slowly woke up, smell of alcohol in his breath.

“Hey, yeah it’s me.”

“You’re not y/n, she’s out with Kai. There’s no way she cared about me enough to come here.”

Hearing this left you at a loss for words. You didn’t care about him enough? It hurt your soul knowing that’s what he thought. The only thing you cared about was him. More than anything.

“It’s been a year and she hasn’t even noticed how much i love her. I love her to point it hurts me so fucking badly. I love her more than Kai ever will. But she always asks him to hang out instead of me. I wish i was her first choice, not him,” he continued, laying his head back down on his arms.

His sudden confession left you speechless. ‘Did he mean it? Or was it just the alcohol talking.’ A million thoughts ran through your head until Kai intrupted them by coming in to look for you.

“There you are, what’s taking so long? Let’s get him and go. Help me get him up,” Kai said, not wanting to stay in the bar any longer than required. After making sure yeonjun had all his belongings, Kai slung Yeonjun’s arm over his shoulders and lead him out of the bar and into the taxi.

Throughout the entire journey back, yeonjun slept peacefully in the back seat and you didn’t mutter a single sentence, his words still on your mind.

Being your best friend, of course Kai noticed something was wrong but he didn’t want to say anything since yeonjun was around, and who knows what he will remember when he sobers up.

After reaching the dorm, you thanked the taxi driver and got out. You opened the dorm door for Kai as he dragged the drunked inside and threw him on the couch, letting out a heavy sigh from all the exercise he’d just done.

Kai followed you into the kitchen as you prepared an aspirin and water for yeonjun when he woke up the next day.

“Okay, what’s wrong? You didn’t say a single thing the entire ride back. What happened before i found you in the bar? And don’t lie to me,” he said, using his arm to lean against the door frame, blocking the exit, preventing you from leaving till he gets a satisfactory answer.

You hesitated, “i... yeonjun... he confessed before you came in. But I’m sure that was just the alcohol talking. He also said he’s hurt by how you’re always my first choice and how I didn’t care enough about him.” You let out an awkward laugh, the glass of water making it obvious how badly your hand was shaking.

Kai’s eyes widened in shock, “that’s great, isn’t it? You like him and, revelation tonight, he likes you. You could ask him again tomorrow if you want. I doubt he’ll remember any of it.”

There was silence as you tried to process everything that happened tonight.

“You should stay here tonight, it’s really late, you can borrow some of my clothes. I’ll take care of him for a while, alright?” Kai continued, taking the glass of water out of your hands.

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The next morning 8am

Yeonjun woke up, head pounding, throat dry. He couldn’t remember a single thing that happened the previous night. He remembered being angry, then sad, then... nothing. He didn’t even remember how or who got him home.

The dorm was quiet, the other boys hadn’t woken up yet. It was quite early, earlier than yeonjun was used to waking up. Sitting up, he noticed the water and aspirin sitting on the coffee table.

‘Who left this here?’ He wondered, knowing his members definitely wouldn’t do that. They would have been kicking and swearing at him for making them carry him home.

Along with the pill, he downed the glass of water and stood up. He wobbled a bit, legs still asleep but eventually regained his balance and made his way to the kitchen. He heard footsteps approaching him, but he figured it was just one of the boys.

“Oh yeonjun you’re awake, how are you feeling?”

He spun around on his heels, surprised to hear your voice, a voice he would recognise before he even saw your face.

“Y/n- good- good morning,” he stuttered after getting the air knocked out of his lungs. You looked adorable, hair messy, wearing an oversized tshirt that belonged to... Kai. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat.

“I didn’t know you stayed over. Massive headache, but I’ll get over it.”

“Drink a lot of water okay. Why did you drink so much yesterday?” You asked as you made your way to pour yourself a glass of water.

“Oh... i just... didn’t know my own limit i guess.”

Lies.

You let out a ‘hm’ in reponse. “Well, you said some funny stuff last night. Do u remember any of it?” You looked to the ground, not daring to make eye contact with him.

He shook his head.

A dry laugh escaped you lips as you contemplated if you should continue. “Well, i guess you... kind of confessed to me...” you trailed off as you felt a blush creep up to your cheeks.

Yeonjun’s mouth hung open as he looked for the right words to say. Millions of things running through his mind. Should he lie or should he just admit to it? I guess there was no point hiding his crush now, was there?

“Shit... I’m sorry if i made you feel awkward,” he looked down, hand scratching the back of his neck. He took a deep breath and continued, “I’ve liked you for almost a year now. I know you don’t see me that way and I’ve been trying to get over you for a while now, but i just can’t. Since the day i saw you, there’s been an arrow in my heart. I’m sorry.”

You dont see him that way? Gosh, he couldn’t be anymore wrong and it broke your heart. Without thinking, your arms were around him, engulfing him in a hug.

“Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever think i don’t care about you, because i do. I care about you more than anyone, because... i like you too... so much, since the day i met you.”

“Oh, thank god,” he let out in a breath, hugging you back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “You wouldn’t belive how many times I’ve tried telling you and how many times i imagined you would say that.”

You stayed like this for a while, both too happy to say anything.

“You know, there’s a new cafe that opened recently. Would you want to go with me?” You asked, looking up at him, breaking the silence.

“Of course i would,” he replied, resting his forehead against yours. He was grinning like a cheshire, he had gotten his wish.

“Maybe i should have got drunk a long time ago,” he joked, making you giggle.

Just like that, yeonjun felt the arrow in his heart disappear. The once permanent scare was now gone, and he was happier than ever. All it took was a few shots and phone call.

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So this was a bit longer than i usually write. But i really enjoyed writing this, and hope you enjoy reading it!

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years ago

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Spiderman And Rescue

Peter smacks against the side of the tower and groans from the excruciating pain in his side before reaching up and starting his slow trek up toward the family floor. It was a long way up and he wasn't even sure if he would make it, he barely managed to swing back to the tower after all. Normally in a situation when he was as wounded as he was, he would ask Karen to call one of his parents and wait for them to come help, but after being impaled and knocked around, his suit went offline. Which meant Karen was offline. Peter knew he couldn't sit still and hope that help would come, he already lost too much blood. So he applied a compression web and swung home. It hurt like hell and he almost passed out from the shots of pain that coursed through his body, but he managed. Now he just needed to finish climbing the tower.

Easier said then done. Not only was his blood making it hard to keep a grip on the glass, but the sky decided that it was the opportune moment to take a royal piss. The small silver lining the rain provided was that it would wash away the blood trail that Peter was leaving behind. He climbed little by little, his vision slowly filling with black spots as he made his way to the balcony, but as he reached up to finally grab the railing, his body gave out on him. As the rest of his vision darkened, he felt himself fall away from the tower and free fall toward the ground. The last thing he saw before falling unconscious was a blue and silver suit diving for him.

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Harley barely caught Peter in time. He was further down the tower when he caught a glimpse of his brother climbing the side of the tower through the windows, and he raced upstairs to the floor with the balcony when he caught sight of red. Of blood. He made it to the railing just as Peter did and reached down for the younger's questing hand, but then Peter fell back before Harley could grab his hand.

"PETER!" He screams through the downpour.

His next reaction was to dive over the railing after he activated his nanotech bracelet, the Rescue suit covering his body. The moment he caught Peter, he flew back up to the balcony as quickly but carefully as possible. Peter's blood was already spreading across his armor, the rain washing it away as quickly as it appears.

"SARA! FRIDAY! Somebody, I don't care! Get Mom and Bruce up here! It's really fucking bad!"

He drags Peter inside and out of the rain, and when he reaches over to disengage Peter's Spiderman suit, Harley's AI stops him.

"Don't! It's his only chance of surviving at this point!" She says just as a gateway fizzles next to them and Stephen steps through with Bruce.

Harley was pretty sure he would have been shoved aside if he didn't back away by himself with the way Stephen and Bruce knelt next to his dying brother. Bruce checked his pulse and then Stephen used his magic to carry Peter through the gateway that led back to the med-bay. It closed directly behind the two doctors before Harley could follow, so the teen had to race down on the elevator and arrive just in time to watch them place Peter in the Cradle.

It was worse than Harley thought and he already knew it was bad. The Cradle was only used strictly for regeneration purposes. Peter had his healing factor, but his injury must have been bad enough to need extra help. Harley watches as Stephen raises the palm of his hand to his forehead as Bruce says something he can't hear, and the sorcerer responds with a single sob. It was enough to have Harley leave the med-bay and take the elevator down to the lab.

"SARA, bring up the video feed of Peter's last fight." He demands and a video starts playing on one of the screens. He watches from Peter's point of view as he jumps around some guy in a large rhino looking suit until the Rhino chucks something at him. Peter was obviously stunned long enough for the Rhino to charge at him and impale his horn into his side and then the screen blacks out. "Where's the rest of it?"

"That attack shut down Spiderman's suit. Karen is still offline."

"Upload any data on that guy to my suit. I'm going after this asshole."

"You will do no such thing." Stephen says from the door and Harley whips around to stare at him incredulously.

"WHAT?! I won't just sit around-"

"Harley, please!" The sorcerer snaps. "I already have one child in intensive care...please don't make yourself a second." He says quietly.

Stephen walks over to the couch and sits on it heavily as he leans forward to place his head in trembling hands. They were shaking more so than usual and that only meant that the sorcerer was scared. Harley clenches his fists in frustration and inhales deeply before releasing both his breath and his hands.

"Will Peter be okay?"

"...we don't know." Stephen admits quietly.

"Is anyone going to do something about the guy that did this?"

"Show me the video."

Stephen stands up and joins Harley at the screens as the teen asks SARA to replay the recording, and cringes the moment Peter gets impaled. When the screen blacks out again, the sorcerer sighs and rubs his eyes. It was then that he declared that he would send Steve, Bucky, and Quill out to track down the Rhino to take care of. Harley didn't care who as long as the job was done.

And boy was it done. Quill could have easily taken care of Rhino himself, but Steve and Bucky were there to try and keep him from going berserk. After Rhino was taken care of, the Avengers took shifts sitting in the med-bay with Peter. Tony shut himself in the lab when he wasn't with Peter to repair his suit and Stephen had to be forced out of the med bay on multiple occasions and be told to rest. Harley was between helping Tony, sitting with Peter as he recovered in the Cradle, and keeping Diana busy when Cassie spent some time of her own in the med-bay. Diana wanted to visit as well, but Stephen didn't want her to see Peter the way he was now.

It took three days for the Cradle to repair Peter's body enough for him to be safely taken out of it, and that was when everyone sighed with a little bit of relief. The teen wasn't quite out of the woods yet, but he definitely had better chances now. He wasn't breathing by himself yet, but at least he didnt have a gaping hole in his abdomen. His healing factor could take care of the rest.

Diana was finally allowed to see Peter when he was taken out of the Cradle and placed in a bed. She of course cried a little bit when she saw them, but then she wiped her eyes and sat on the bed with a book and read to him. She was convinced Peter could hear them and didn't want him to be bored. Everyone else followed her lead and either talked directly to him, or to each other if anyone shared a shift just so he didn't feel alone. Assuming Dia was right and he could hear them.

Peter woke up three days after they took him off the machines that had been helping him breathe, and it was during Bucky's shift. Harley was with him keeping him company while they watched a movie, and since it was a movie they had both seen before, they were pointing out unrealistic things and other nonsense. They didn't even notice when Peter woke up at first since he didn't make a single sound, but Bucky happened to look back at him a couple minutes later and jumped up when he found the boy's eyes open and a little glazed over.

"Bambi!"

He and Harley rush to separate sides of the bed and Peter barely manages a grunt when Harley grabs a glass of water with a straw and holds it up for Peter. The younger teen drinks slowly until he weakly pushes his brother's arm away, and Harley puts the cup back down on the nearby table as Bucky asks FRIDAY to tell Bruce, Stephen, and Tony that Peter woke up. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes for all three of them to rush into the room and for Bruce to check his vitals and his injury while Tony and Stephen asked him simple questions. Did he know where he was? What was two plus two?

What was the last thing he remembered?

Peter furrows his brows. "The Rescue suit." He clears his throat when his voice comes out raspy and Stephen grabs the cup of water to hold out for the teen to drink.

"Yeah, well, your brother was in the Rescue suit. He technically saved your life twice. Once from becoming a stain on my doorstep, and the second time being the general fact that he saw you and called for help." Tony says. "Mom said he was about ready to go after Rhino."

Harley sniffs with disdain. "Thanks for talking about me like I'm not here...and no I didn't confront him." The teen says when Peter releases the straw from his mouth and opens it to say something. "I didn't even make it out of the lab. Mom sent Quill, Steve, and Bucky."

"He gave us a bit of trouble." Bucky says from the wall he settled against when the parents first came in. "Let me just say that Quill is a lot stronger than I thought. As in, he grabbed the guy, and threw him over his shoulder and down the street."

Peter's eyes widen and a long moment of silence passes. Everyone in the room had either fought the guy or at least saw the video of Peter's fight, so it was a well known fact that the Rhino was not something one threw around. The only other person who could probably do what Quill did was Thor.

Tony then asked the question that some of the team had been wondering. "How is Thumbelina not dead?"

"Self control." Both Stephen and Bucky answer.

"He has that?" Tony asks dramatically and Bucky laughs.

"Anyway, do you feel up to seeing Diana?" Stephen asks Peter.

"...sure. For a little bit."

"Before I forget, I'm fixing your suit. The guy somehow managed to damage the part that sends a distress signal to either FRIDAY or Victor. Mom and I never got pinged when Karen went offline." Tony says with a frown.

"I guess it's a good thing I didn't sit still then." Peter says quietly.

"The one time I'm glad you didn't."

Bruce finishes looking Peter over while Stephen leaves to gather Diana, and Bucky leaves to make dinner for everyone. Then Tony leaves to go grab some fresh clothes for Peter when the teen complains about feeling gross, and when Harley turns to follow, Peter calls out for him to wait. Harley turns and walks back over to his brother's bedside and Peter holds up a fist.

"Thanks."

Harley smirks and the two do their special handshake. Thankfully this one not as elaborate as the one Peter and Ned had. "It's like I said, someone's gotta look after you."

Peter returns the smiles albeit weakly. "That's what parents are for."

"And older brothers."

"You know, I vaguely recall this conversation."

"Well that's a good sign." Bruce says from across the room.

#ironstrange #stephen strange #tony stark #supremefamily #mama bear stephen strange #peter parker #harley keener #diana stark strange (oc)#bucky barnes

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comphersjost · 6 years ago

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Hooked ➸ Morgan Rielly

this is so??? long??? i didnt mean for it to get so long but here we are ig

ALSO i know the scenes with her friends are a little different from what i usually write, but thats honestly how i am with my own friends so i wrote it from my personal experience. let me know what you think!

also keep in mind that the reader is a woc and so are her friends (again, based off of personal experiences, and slang is how we talk where i grew up)

based off of the song hooked by why don’t we

words: 3.5k+

summary: you didn’t expect to run into the Maple Leafs captain at your favorite little bar in New York, but you did. you’re a die hard Rangers fan, and now he’s set on convincing you that not all of Toronto is so bad.

warnings: smut, morgan is a cocky bastard, alcohol, woc reader, hoodrat antics and slang (based off where im from, idk if its the same in ny but yk)

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listen to hooked by why don’t we here

Ooh... (you got a bad... you got... you got, yeah)

You’d met Morgan at a bar after the Leafs had playing the Rangers. You were out with a couple friends at a bar after getting dinner at some drive thru and eating and laughing at a viewpoint that your group loved. In had come a group of men, not one under 6’0. You hated yourself for recognizing them immediately. Growing up watching most professional sports caused you to recognize prospects and players of each of them, and to be specifically able to recognize the build of each type of athlete.

You’d locked eyes with Morgan across the room, and a smirk had pulled at his lips when he saw the Rangers hoodie that you were wearing, along with gray ripped jeans. You and your friends had dressed comfortable, not looking to get all dressed up for anyone. All of you were wearing jeans or leggings, and hoodies.

“What’s up, Y/N? You good?” your friend Justine nudges you, dragging your eyes back to her.

You lean in to her so she can hear your next words. “Hockey players,” you murmur. “From Toronto.” Your friend wrinkles her nose in disgust. You’d all grown up together, diehard fans of your city’s teams. The two of you look back over at the group, who had now dragged two tables together to fit everyone. You catch Morgan’s eye again, and this time he smiles wickedly, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip and dragging his eyes up and down your figure.

“That one looks like he wants to fuck you in his car.” You let out a burst of laughter at her words, though you know she’s not exactly wrong. “That’s the captain isn’t it? Morgan Rielly?” You only nod in response, not breaking eye contact with him - a challenge. He beckons for you to come over there, but you only sneer at him, turning back to the conversation at the table.

It isn't long until you can feel a presence at your back. “Hi,” comes a deep rumbling from behind you. You turn to look up at him.

“Morgan Rielly,” you say shortly. Your girls have gone quiet, watching the interaction with wide eyes.

“Hot Rangers fan,” he responds, the teasing in his tone clear.

“Good game, Cap” Justine chirps, the disdain clear in her voice. Morgan’s face breaks out into a wide smile. The game had gone into a shootout, the Leafs coming out on top by only one goal.

“Thank you!” he says cheerfully, grinning at the compliment even at Justine’s passive aggressiveness. “It was tough and we both played well.” Justine rolls her eyes, clicking her tongue at you and raising her eyebrows. You do the same back to her, a smirk playing at your lips. After the interaction between you and Justine, the other girls seem to catch on. The 6 of you were all athletes and had used clicking your tongue as a way to communicate that you were feeling some type of way about someone, something, or the opposing team since high school. It was you, Justine, Aly, Lauren, Jalin, and Deja.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

Morgan brushes his knuckles against your arm to catch your attention. “What’s your name?” You tell him and he repeats it, causing an involuntary shiver to run down your back, straight to your core. “Can I buy you a drink?” Justine snorts next to you, and you smile knowingly at her.

“That's pretty bold of you,” you say.

“Oh yeah?” Morgan challenges, “Why’s that?”

“You’re in Ranger’s territory-” Justine sneers.

“-you’re definitely out of your element-” Aly continues.

“-with a big ass ego flirting with our girl here-” Jalin hums.

“-and we’re pretty obviously Rangers fans-” Lauren says.

“-after a pretty tough loss,” Deja quips. “So maybe that’s where all your confidence is coming from but-”

“-this is our hood,” you finish. “And you’re playing a dangerous game.”

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

Damn, I'm hooked (oh)

“Your hood, huh?” an amused, and slightly awed, smile plays on his lips. “I play a dangerous game for a living, Y/N, one I’m pretty good at, in fact. I think I can handle you. All of you, actually. Even with this weird in sync thing you girls have going on here.”

“We’re just on the same wavelength,” you grin at your friends, and they all smile back at you and smirk at Morgan.

“One drink?” Morgan wagers, “If you decide that you can’t handle my stupidly handsome and talented self, then you’re welcome to leave me wherever I am.”

“One drink,” you say, nudging Justine with your elbow as you stand. Morgan’s hand on your back feels hot, even through multiple layers as he leads you to the bar. You raise an eyebrow when he pulls a stool out for you, and he simply shrugs, giving you a small smile that almost seems...shy.

You were there when I was low, you held me high

And, baby, when you take control, we can go all night

Morgan was a lot more fun than you had been expecting, he made you laugh until you were in tears. But he also made you shudder when he looked at you, eyes gone dark. Your stomach knotted itself, the low ache of arousal in your core making it difficult to focus on what he was saying.

There were times when his teammates would come up to whisper something in his ear, and you would be thrown back into reality. No matter how fine and funny he is, this man is a Leaf. But then he’d look back at you with those eyes and bite his lip and all of those thoughts flew out the window.

Needless to say, he’d asked you to come back to his hotel, and spent hours with his head between your thighs. He murmured praises against your skin, along with “C’mon, come for me, the Leafs don’t seem all that bad now, huh?”

“Fuck you!” you groaned, tugging at his hair.

“As you wish.” You wanted to slap the grin off Morgan’s face, but then he was sinking into you and oh shit. He was long and thick and felt so good. “Fuuuuuck, Y/N,” he moans, “You feel so fucking good, baby.” He was intent on making you admit that not all the Leafs were as bad as you thought, and you spent the rest of the whining and squirming underneath him.

Every single place we go, you start a fight

But then you kiss my neck and take a bite

Morgan had come back multiple times over the course of the next 6 months, inexplicably finding you every time. Granted, you frequented the bar he’d first seen you at many times. But somehow the night always ended with the two of you in either his hotel room or your apartment. He stopped trying to bring up hockey after the fourth time you’d fucked, knowing that as much as it helped rile you up so he could bring you back down with wet kisses pressed into your neck, it pissed you off.

Something you found out on the first night, was that Morgan loved to bite. He had a thing for marking ‘what was his’ as he put it, but with your brain foggy with arousal, you chose to overlook the comment. Besides, you liked being marked up by him, it gave you something to keep from him every time he left again. He was good, an attentive lover, and everything you wanted in a partner. But again, he was a Leaf, and it wouldn't work.

Everybody says I'm sleeping with the enemy

I don't even care if you're gonna be the death of me, me, me

You hated Toronto, the thought of moving there made you sick. And worse, Morgan would be there. The one-turned two-turned three-turned however many night stands with the Maple Leafs captain had only strengthened your cold feet about taking this position in Toronto. It wasn’t the fact that you were moving, you’d moved many times in your life, but New York would always be home.

“You sure you’ll be okay over there?” Jalin’s concerned voice came through your phone. A chorus of questions came after that from the rest of the girls.

“Don't worry, Jay,” you respond, placing the call on speaker so you could move some boxes around, “All of you, don't worry. It’s not super permanent, and I’ll be back eventually.” You could tell that Jalin didn't believe a single word out of your mouth, and honestly, neither did you. But this was too good of an opportunity to pass up in your company, and you’d be damned if your hate for the city and its sports teams was going to keep you from taking it.

“You let us know if you need us okay?” Deja piped up, “You know we’ll get over there ASAP. We’ll drive or fly it doesn't matter.”

“I know Dej, I love you guys, but I’ll be okay.” After assuring your friends that you’d be alright, multiple times, you ended the call, placing your hands on your hips and surveying the boxes piled up in your new apartment. You’d avoided thinking about Morgan for weeks, since you got the offer for a promotion, but now he’d snuck back into your head. You shook your head to clear thoughts of running into him here, pulling on a Rangers hoodie and grabbing your keys. Besides, it wasn't like there was anything you could do about it, you didn't even have his number.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

You pause the music coming through your headphones when you walk into a coffee shop two blocks away from your apartment, lingering awkwardly near to the door as you survey your options on the menu behind the bar. You jump when a pair of arms wrap around your upper body, pulling you against a strong chest that felt all too familiar.

“Looks like you’re in my hood now,” he hums, dropping his head to your shoulder. “What do you think you’re doing walking around wearing a Rangers hoodie in Leafs territory?”

“Hello to you too, Morgan,” you lean back against the giant of a man behind you, letting your hands trail over his bare forearms.

“Mmmm,” he drops kisses along your neck and jaw. “What’re you doing in Toronto?”

“Work,” you turn around in his arms as you answer. “Got a promotion offer that I couldn't refuse.” Morgan’s eyes light up.

“Congratulations!” he grins at you, “And welcome to Toronto. Let me buy you coffee? I can show you around?”

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

Damn, I'm hooked

You should've said no. You should've said no. But you didn't. Because you couldn't resist him, he was like a drug that you couldn't escape. The feeling of his lips alone was enough to get you addicted, much less his arms, his voice, his thighs, his hands, his cock...

Ooh... I'm hooked

You let Morgan pay for your coffee as well as his own, and he made conversation as you waited for your drinks, asking you about your job, the move, and your new apartment.

Ooh... I know that I shouldn't touch but you twist my arm

'Cause I can never get enough once the feeling starts

You shouldn't have taken his hand when he offered it to you leaving the café. You shouldn't have let him lead you through the streets of Toronto. You shouldn't have let him point out tourist attractions, and good restaurants, and his favorite places in the city as you walked.

Baby, I'm the gasoline and your kiss is the spark

But then you take the wheel and crash my car

You shouldn't have let him walk you home. You shouldn't have let him keep holding your hand. You shouldn't have let him kiss you.

And you shouldn't have invited him in.

Everybody says I'm sleeping with the enemy

I don't even care if you're gonna be the death of me, me, me

Mo didn't seem to mind the mess of unpacked boxes stacked around your living room, too focused on finding the one spot on your neck that made you lose your breath.

“Bedroom?” he mumbles, not waiting for an answer before biting down roughly on your neck.

“Fuck, Morgan,” you whine, “Down the hall, last door.” You’re too small for him to keep bending down to kiss you, even on your tippy-toes, so he just picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist. He takes his time making his way down the hallway, content to just kiss you and mark you up.

“I love how tiny you are,” he hums after leaving another hickey. “Makes it easy to move you when I fuck you.”

You moan out at his words before saying, “Everybody’s tiny compared to you, Mo.”

He pulls back a moment to look at you in surprise. He’s standing in the doorway of your bedroom, still holding you, when he says, “Are you - oh my god, are you chirping me?” You huff at the lack of contact and drop your lips to his neck without an answer. “Oh shit honey,” he groans while you suck on his neck. “You markin’ me up? Huh? Like marking your territory? Yeah, I bet - fuck.” You cut him off by sinking your teeth into his shoulder and that’s definitely gonna hurt in the morning.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

Mo’s got you on your back, your shirt is still on, hoodie thrown on the bed next to you, and he’s dragging your jeans down your legs when your phone rings. You whine when Morgan pauses to grab your phone from the pocket of your discarded hoodie, glancing at the screen before handing it to you.

“It’s Jalin, answer it.” The command is short, and then his lips are on your thighs, pulling your jeans the rest of the way off.

“Mo-”

“Answer it.”

“Hey J, what’s up?” you know you sound breathless as you answer, but you hope she’ll over look it.

“Hey, Y/N-”

“Put it on speaker,” Morgan murmurs against your skin. You gape down at him but do as you’re told.

“Look, I know you said you’re all good in Toronto,” she starts, and you know that she’s alone now, the other girls probably having left. “But I just - you gotta be careful, ma, you’re in enemy territory now, you can’t go around reppin’ NY.”

“J, I’m not stupid,” you answer, trying to keep your voice under control as Mo trails his lips closer to the center of your thighs. “I can handle it, imma keep reppin’ and you know I’ll just fucking deck anyone if they try and start something they can’t finish.”

Morgan chuckles softly against your core, causing you to squirm at the warm gust of air that washes over you. “Shut the fuck up,” you say before you can stop yourself.

“Uh, what?” Shit.

“Yikes,” Morgan says, loud enough so that Jalin can here.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, are you with Morgan?” Jalin sounds exasperate, but not surprised.

“Yeah Jay, and you’re on speaker-oh shit.” You force a whine down as Morgan wraps his lips around your clit, sucking the bud into his mouth.

“Y/N, are you-? You know what, nevermind,” Jalin groans. “Call me back when you’re done fucking the enemy’s captain.”

“Got it,” you say quickly, ending the call as soon as the words are out of your mouth. “Oh, fuck, Mo, yeah, just like that.” Morgan seems to glow at your praise, humming as he sucks harder on your clit and drags two fingers along your slit.

“They know about us?” Morgan murmurs against your core, curling his fingers so that your back arches and a breathy moan escapes your lips. Us. He thought of you two as an us? Before you can get too wrapped up in your head he shoves another finger inside you, growling, “I asked you a question.”

You cry out at the action. “Yes, yes they do,” you whine, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “They knew after the first ni - fuck - first night. We - oh shit please - we don't keep secrets.”

He doesn't answer, only humming against your cunt again and whispering “Oh shit honey, I missed how good you taste.” You can only whine again, rocking your hips up towards his mouth. Morgan growls and lands a sharp slap on your thigh, making you yelp, before splaying his hand across your stomach to hold you down.

“You’re gonna come,” Morgan states - it’s not a question - “You’re gonna come for me, baby, all over my fingers and my face.” His fingers curl again, the pads of his fingertips pressing into your g-spot while his thumb presses down on your clit. You feel like he's holding you from the inside out and the pleasure is almost too much, thrashing against his hold.

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

“Hold still,” Morgan snarls, holding you in place so that you can't escape. Even if you could, you're not sure that you would. You sob out, desperate for him to make you come, but everything is so much, too much. You can't stop yourself from squirming against his grips, the obscene sound of his mouth on your wetness and little gasps leaving your mouth - “ah, ah, ah” - the only noise in the room.

You scream when Morgan nips at your clit, the slight pain from his teeth only adding to your downfall. “Please, Mo, pleasepleasepleaseplease,” you moan, scrambling to hold onto him, push him away from your cunt. “Too much, too much, please.” He only growls again, keeping you pinned down with impossibly strong arms and sucking roughly at your clit. You let out a shrieking moan as you’re thrown into orgasm, the peak ripping through you so hard that you go blind for what seems like forever.

Morgan doesn't let up, his fingers cruelly continuing their exploration of your walls and his tongue circling your clit. Even as you start to come down, Morgan doesn't slow, intent on torturing you into another orgasm. “Fuck, Mo, please, I can't-”

“You can and you will,” Morgan growls. “Shut up and take it.”

You can’t say no to him. You don't want to say no to him.

So you let him bring you to the edge again, and again, and again. He makes you come with his tongue another 3 times, not once letting up to give you a break, and then he fucked you through another two orgasms, collapsing beside you when he finally came inside you.

Damn, I'm hooked

Ooh... I'm hooked

“How long are you staying?” Morgan murmurs against your skin later. You’d spent a couple hours in bed after your little escapade, though you should have been unpacking. His lips and tongue and fingers had been tracing patterns into your skin all over your body.

“Indefinitely,” you whispered into his hair. Morgan could most likely sense your sadness at the thought, and looks up at you with soft eyes.

“Hey,” he croons, cupping your cheek. “It’s not so bad here. I know it’s not New York, but you’re not totally alone, sweetheart, you’ve got me.”

“Mo,” you sigh, giving in to the soft kiss Morgan places on your lips, before he buries his face in your neck again. “Every time we’ve run into each other has been circumstantial, I’m not gonna wait around waiting to bump into you at a coffee shop or bar again.”

“Well then,” he hums, and you can feel his smile against the soft skin of your neck. “Y/N I-don’t-know-your-last name, I would like to take this moment to formally ask you for your phone number. Will you do me the honor of putting your number in my phone?”

“Ask me later, when I wake up,” you whisper, slowly drifting off, “I might say yes.”

You got me under your influence

I swear I'm never gonna give you up, up, up, up, up, up, up!

Morgan took you for breakfast the next morning. And then he took you for coffee the day after. And kissed you in front of your front door. And then offered to make you dinner at his place. And then kissed you again.

No matter what came up, he always made sure to check in and make sure you didn't get the chance to hate Toronto too much, especially not when he was with you. It was all too domestic and soft and you couldn't help the way he made you feel.

You've got a bad reputation in my neighborhood

You drive me mad with temptation 'cause it tastes so good

You know I wouldn't walk away even if I could

It took one night, one try, ay

Damn, I'm hooked

Your friends going to kill you, but you can’t help but smile every time you remember the first night, and thank yourself for letting Morgan take you home.

Ooh... I'm hooked

Ooh... I'm hooked, oh

#whew #that was...a lot #thanks for being my beta @ maddie #morgan rielly imagine #morgan rielly smut #toronto maple leafs #toronto maple leafs imagine #toronto maple leafs smut #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl smut #hockey #hockey imagine #hockey smut #new york rangers #mo daddy #morgan rielly x reader #morgan rielly one shot

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ruffiorocks · 6 years ago

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James Olsen and Lena Luthor. Why this relationship was built on disrespect. (Anti James)

So, we all know by now that i’m not a James Olsen fan! BUT a lot of that is because the writers have no consistency! Take for e.g.

Lena saves James’ ass from going to prison and he gets on his high horse, tells her off etc.. tells her he doesn't want her love, acts like an arrogant prick!

Later, in episode 10 (season 4) Lena has been (understandably) ignoring and avoiding James to lose herself in her experiment. Because she’s a scientist who saved the man she loves (ugh!) from going to Prison. She was once again the hero and was surprise surprise STILL treated like s**t! Lena didn't even tell James she had sorted his issue out for him, she let him run with his male ego, until he was about to undo all her work and get himself arrested again because a near miss apparently makes this idiot feel invincible .

So, Lena comes to CatCo to basically apologize to her ungrateful ass of a boyfriend for ignoring him, even though she was fully justified in doing so. He couldn't even respect her enough to give her the space she needed when she said she was busy. No, he turns up at her office with lunch as though this extremely busy woman who just gave him the brush off would some how appreciate him ignoring her (again) because he thinks its time she gave him the attention he so desperately craves and feels entitled to. (Does anyone remember when Ross from Friends did this to Rachel?!)

So back to Lena at Cat Co, James goes on about ‘everything he went through’ with the Children of Liberty. Oh boo hoo! You were told to stay away from the Anti Alien Nazi group by literally EVERYONE because that could not end well, annnnnnd look it didnt end well, you nearly killed Kara. But somehow he is the victim here and he wrote an article on it. Probably leaving out the fact that he was the one who believed they deserved a voice in the first place and was responsible for the mess he got himself into.

James, FINALLY realizes that Lena didnt do anything wrong and he did ‘jump all up on his moral high horse and he rode it into the sunset until he felt pretty justified in being angry’ (his words! Not mine). So, this prick actually went out of his way to be pissed at Lena for something.

Lena, (angel that she is) is still sat there looking like she is the one in the wrong and is waiting to be called all sorts. But this ANGEL still says ‘i read your article and i understand what you went through’. Even though she had told this idiot multiple times not to get involved with the COL because it was a dumb idea. But does this wonderful love staved woman say that? NO!

James then tells her he left some things out of the article, like ‘how he condemned the woman he loves’ cue shocked Lena, and no wonder because when she told him she loved him she was treated like garbage and left standing in a hallway. But now he loves her and everything is supposed to be OK now?

James says he condemned Lena for selling out, but when he was backed into the same corner he did the same thing. Lena, (angel that she is) tells him no one would blame him for that least of all her. James then goes on about how he was willing to break the law because ‘sometimes the ends do justify the means’. He then tells Lena ‘I want you to know something, i understand what it means to make hard choices’. Lena (angel that she is) tells him he doesn't know how much it means to her that he said that and kisses him and im presuming some how now feels she has been forgiven?? Even though it wasn't her that needed forgiveness.

Now! When Lena tells James about her experiments, he hesitates but he tell her that he supports her. If he had issues with it, THAT MOMENT right there was his chance to voice them, that was Lena asking for his support, to be the Angel on her shoulder. But instead of respecting her enough to be honest with her, he is so desperate to get back into her bed he tells her he is cool with it. (This isn't just me btw, my 30 + year old brother watched that scene and agrees that James just tricked Lena into going back to bed with him with his dishonestly and false support. Do you think she would have stayed and slept with him if she knew she didn't have his support?) .

Now this brings us to the break up scene, Lena tells James she has been offered a government contract. James, instantly against this tells her he can’t fathom why she would want to do this. Lena says she thought he supported her work. (Yes James, i thought you supported her work?!) He responds with ‘i know i said i understand this moral grey area that your treading on, but if you share your research with the government they are going to militarize it.’ Well duh!! Did he really just tell Lena genius Luthor that? He continues ‘i know i said i would try and understand your point of view but i dont think i can on this one’. Wow! He really tried to understand her point of view in those 60 seconds of first hearing about this. He then says ‘I love you , and you love me, but i know you're better than this’. Cue Lena now looking very pissed, and rightfully so. He’s not only told her that he doesn't support her, but apparently this makes her wrong. Lena understandably pissed, tells him she wont let him judge her for using her science to benefit humanity. He replies with ‘I dont want to judge’ even though that is EXACTLY what he just did by telling her ‘you’re better than this’. James then tells her that ‘He will never support her sharing her research with the government and he thinks that could destroy them’. Wow James, you sure got all that information on this and spent some time trying to understand it didnt you?! *eye roll*

Its basically saying ‘i dont want to judge you, but im judging you and i wont ever agree with you, even though i haven't even asked about any of this or what it entails, but if you do anything without my approval we are probably going to break up’. wow.... way to back her into a corner there without any real discussion James! Lena then tells him, he’s probably right and he should leave. James ‘so thats it then?’ Well yes James! You were the one who just backed Lena into a corner and basically said ‘do this and we’re through’. So what? Its OK for James to threaten a break up if Lena doesn't conform to his way of thinking, but the moment Lena stands up for herself and tells him to leave he's like ‘Whaaaat?’ .

Lets review, earlier in the scene at Catco James admits he has a moral high horse he likes to ride. He also tells her ‘sometimes the ends do justify the means’. He then tells Lena ‘I want you to know something, i understand what it means to make hard choices’ So, James understood all of this back then. But where was all this understanding in the car for the break up scene? NO WHERE to be found! He didnt even give Lena the chance to explain why she was doing any of this before he judged her and said they were basically through if she did this thing he knew literally NOTHING about because he didnt have the curtsy to ask.

This right here is the main reason i dont like James! He is so two faced and is still riding that moral high horse not only into the sunset but off the edge of the world probably all the way to Argo City! Lena, who earlier did nothing but save his ass had to be forgiven by him. First he doesn't support her theory of her work (thanksgiving) then he says he does (while making dinner and getting back into her bed) and now he doesn't again!

All i conclude from this is James is a two faced git, only supports something if it something HE thinks is right. Is willing to break his girlfriends heart more than once. Doesn't respect his girlfriends space. Believes that things should be fixed on his schedule. Believes that saying ‘ i love you’ is enough to get him out of the dog house. Tricks this wonderful woman into believing that he supports her and doesn't give his wonderful open with him girlfriend the chance to even explain more before he tells her he will never support her and will basically end their relationship. Then he looks butt hurt when this angel has finally had enough of his egotistical, moral high ground ass and dumps him before he can dump her!

did i leave anything out? Why is James understanding one minute, but only due to something that has effected him. Then a complete ass the next?

Unfortunately, given how the writing is awful (all of the above) i think Lena dumped James to save him from whatever was coming next. They kept switching to shots of her looking really sad, like she was regretting what she was doing. But she really shouldn't have been. Everything in that break up seen was a legit reason for her to dump him even if she orchestrated it herself. It doesn't change the things James said and his lies about support. This relationship was awful! Built on fake support, secrets and James Olsens schedule and ego.

#anti james olsen #lena luthor #anti guardiancorp #supergirl

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ltwilliamhavers · 6 years ago

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Camping Trip (Rosawatts)

authors note: its been forever since i’ve written, huh? sorry about that. lol. anyway, i didnt have a cool title for this one. sorry. lol. anyway in this fic neil and eva are already dating. just an fyi

The air around them was warm and humid. The hot, unbearably bright sun shone above the two. The sound of cicadas buzzed in the air around them. Mosquito bites covered their arms in itchy, red spots that they couldn’t help but scratch- even though they both knew they made that worse. Sweat caused their t-shirts and shorts stuck to their skin. And with all that, they had to carry an intolerable amount of weight on their backs, with all of their supplies to help them prepare for the weekend inside.

“Isn’t this just beautiful?”

Neil, leading the trek with couple feet ahead of Eva, stopped abruptly, turned around, and outstretched his arms. He smiled at Eva goodnaturedly. She glared back.

“How do you even tolerate this, let alone do it for your own enjoyment?” Eva says, stopping to put her hands on her hips. Not that she would ever admit it to Neil, but she was glad for the short break from hiking- she felt like they had been walking forever.

“Aw, come on, Evie!” he says, in a sickeningly sweet voice. Eva responds by deepening her glare at Neil, but this just makes him grin wider.

Neil walks over to where Eva is standing, and pulls her into a one-arm hug. Eva leans into him, smiling slightly. Neil uses his other free arm to gesture to the wilderness around them. “I mean, this place is such a beautiful getaway from everything, you know? Away from work, away from responsibilities…”

“Away from Robert?” Eva jokes with a small grin on her face.

Neil hugs Eva even tighter, laughing. “Yeah, that too,” he says, planting a kiss on Eva’s forehead. Neil then suddenly pulls away, and points dramatically at her face. “You tell anyone I said that, you’re dead, Rosalene.”

Neil then starts walking up the dirt track again, waving Eva to follow. Eva takes a deep sigh, then starts to follow him again.

Moving the copious amounts of extra branches around their hiking area, Eva starts to get more and more annoyed. “Did we really have to do this in the hottest time of the year?”

“Yes, of course we did!” Neil responds cheerfully, still a couple yards ahead of her.

“It’s July.”

“Yeah, you caught me,” Neil says, stepping over large holes in the ground and ducking under particularly low-hanging branches, “I chose July specifically because I knew it would make it so much worse for you.”

Eva’s bad mood can’t help but be brightened at Neil’s many attempts to cheer her up. “Thank you for finally admitting the truth,” she says, with a smile on her face.

After a few more minutes of hiking in relative silence- the buzz of mosquitoes and cicadas were still in the air- Eva starts up again. “Neil, we have been hiking for an hour.”

“We sure have!” Neil says, somehow still as cheerful as ever.

“I haven’t had coffee seven hours, Neil. All because for some reason you thought it would be okay if we woke up and left the house at 5 am.”

“I think you’re going to survive. The view’s worth it. Plus, if it makes you feel any better, we’re almost there.”

“We are?” Eva asks excitedly.

“Yeah,” Neil says. “Also, can you please come up here? It’s lonely when you’re about a mile behind me.”

* * *

After what had felt like another hour to Eva (but was reassured by Neil that it was really only fifteen minutes), they had reached a clearing.

“Wow,” was the only thing that could come out of Eva’s mouth at the time. The clearing around them was impressive, to say the least. It was small, but beautiful. The trees they had just emerged from led to a completely empty area, isolated to just themselves. It was rested on the edge of a cliff, where you could look of the side into the gigantic ocean just below. The bugs had even seemed to disappear here.

“Neil, this is so beautiful!” Eva said, still taking in everything before them.

“I told you it was,” Neil said, setting down his backpack and starting to unpack.

“You sure you’re okay with the fact that we’re on a cliff?”

“I’d be much more okay with it if my loving girlfriend wouldn’t mention it so I could put it out of my mind.”

“We’re on a cliff. About 200 feet off the ground. Nothing but the ocean below us.”

“Eva!” Neil whines. “I’ll turn us around and go back home. I swear.”

“I trust you on that one.” Eva takes a seat on the lone bench facing the ocean, but just far enough away from the edge that there’s no actual danger involved.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” she hears from behind her.

“I feel like it’s pretty obvious, Watts. I’m sitting down.”

“Oh, we’re pulling out the last names now?”

Eva giggles, turning around in her park bench. “Yeah. You gonna do something?” Neil looks at her with a steely face. “Rosalene, you know I truly want nothing more in this world, but there’s no way I’m going to get anywhere near that cliff.”

“Guess I’m safe over here then.”

“Please just help with the tent.”

“Fiiiiine.”

“Thank you, Eva.”

“No problem, Maurice.”

Neil stands up, bright red. “You can’t pull out the middle name! That’s cheating!” he says in a high, squeaky voice that happens every time he’s embarrassed.

Eva walks over, gets on her tiptoes, and kisses Neil quickly. Neil still turns as red as the day they started dating when she does that. She thinks it’s sweet.

“Does that make up for it?”

“Yes,” Neil barely squeaks out.

A few hours later, the tent is finally set up. Neil bought one of those fancy tents online for some reason, and between the two of them, there were two PhDs, multiple people they’ve helped in many ways, and many years of education- but no knowledge of how to put together a tent. There were so many failed attempts, even after they looked up videos of how to put it together on the internet.

But it didn’t matter. The tent was together, and only barely falling over.

“So… what’cha making me for dinner on our romantic getaway?” Eva asks, while the two are laying on the grassy clearing, Eva’s head in Neil’s lap and Neil’s hands messing with her hair.

“It’s only five, Eva.”

“Five is a completely normal time for dinner!” Eva says defensively.

“I was thinking that we wait until it gets dark, and then we start a campfire and stuff ourselves full of s’mores.”

“Dr. Watts, that is the best plan I’ve ever heard.”

Neil sits himself up, and looks down at Eva in his lap. “You wanna slow dance ‘til it gets dark?” he says, grinning. Eva smiles back up on him. “I redact the last thing I said. This is now your best plan ever.”

Neil softly pushes Eva off of his lap, stands up, and extends his arm out to Eva. “M’lady,” he says, slightly bowing.

“Ew,” Eva says, but she can’t help but smiling. “Please don’t ruin this moment,” she says, grabbing his hand and dusting herself off. Neil grabs his phone out of his pocket, smiling widely. He presses a button, and a love song starts to play. Eva gasps. “You made a playlist just for us?” she says, putting her arms around his neck. Neil avoids eye contact. “Well, I just clicked on a playlist that said ‘cute love songs’ but… I still think it counts.” Eva rolls her eyes, but still leans in to kiss him.

“I love you,” she says.

“I love you too, Eva Rosalene.”

They dance the whole time until sundown. Neil wasn’t the greatest at dancing- constantly stepping on Eva’s feet and stumbling more times than she could’ve counted, but she didn’t care. He was here, in front of her, and they were dancing. She couldn’t ask for anything more.

“This would’ve been so much better in a lighthouse,” Neil says cheekily.

Eva slightly pulls away from Neil, looking dead into his eyes. “Don’t. Don’t even mention that case. You know how it makes me upset,” she says, but in a still lighthearted tone.

Neil fully pulls away from Eva’s embrace. “Hold on, I have something to show you.” He starts walking away from her and towards the still lopsided tent, grabbing a huge bag he was carrying. He unzips it to reveal a huge telescope- one of the ones you can set onto the ground without having to hold it up the whole time.

“Neil- you carried that the whole time?” Eva asks, a little impressed.

Neil picks up the telescope and carries it over towards the cliff. “Yep. But there’s more to me than big muscles.” He sets down the telescope with a huff, about ten feet away from the edge of the cliff. “I also have a brain.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Eva says.

“Okay, that’s just rude, first of all,” he says, continuing to set up the telescope.

Eva looks up around her. It’s dusk, right when all the stars are just coming out. A couple of them are especially bright, but even at dusk, there are more stars out than in the city.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Eva says, almost breathless. Neil laughs. “Wait until it gets even darker,” he says, then stands up and gestures towards the telescope. “Wanna give it a spin?”

Eva looks at him, slightly confused. “I thought you said it was better when it gets dark.” Neil waves his hand in a ‘pshh’ fashion. “When it gets dark it’s best for your eyes. Telescopes are good all the time.”

“What about noon?”

“This is not the time to be sarcastic.”

“Wow. That’s awfully bold coming from you, Watts.”

Neil rolls his eyes, waving Eva over. “Just please look through the telescope. It’s a beautiful one. It’s stunning to look through.”

“You’re acting weird.”

Neil runs one of his hands through his hair, while the other nervously adjusts his glasses. “All I’m telling you is to look through the telescope!”

“Did you put ink on the telescope?”

“What? Eva, just- please look through the telescope.”

“Okay, fine,” Eva says, walking towards where Neil is standing. Eva grabs hold of the telescope as Neil steps a few feet behind her, but she then turns around at him, pointing her finger. “Neil Maurice Watts, I swear if you actually put ink on this telescope, I will remind you how high up we are as much as possible.”

Neil takes a few steps back from the cliff, again. “I promise I didn’t put ink on the thing! And thanks for reminding me, Eva.”

Eva suspiciously looks at Neil for a few seconds, then finally puts her eye up to the telescope. To her surprise, Neil actually did not put ink all over the looking glass of the telescope- all she can see is the beautiful night sky before her.

“Wow, Neil, this is so…” she says, trailing off, trying to find the perfect word.

“Stunning?” Neil finishes for her.

“Yes! Do you wanna take a-”

“No!” Neil yells, almost a little too quickly. Eva starts to take her eye off of the telescope, but she hears Neil yell, “Don’t look at me!” Eva looks back through the telescope, very suspicious of Neil’s actions.

“What are you doing back there?”

“Nothing. Nothing whatsoever. Don’t worry about it. Just keep looking through the telescope.”

“You are being so suspicious right now, but whatever. I trust you.”

Eva continues to look through the telescope for a few seconds, when she once again hears Neil’s voice behind her.

“Okay, turn around,” he says.

“Neil, I swear if you’re about to scare me or something I’ll-” she starts to say angrily, but she’s quickly cut off from shock.

Just a few feet in front of her, there’s Neil Watts. Down. On one knee. With a ring in his hands. Smiling up at her.

She gasps. “Holy cucumbers!” Eva half-yells, putting her hand over her mouth.

Neil smiles slightly at Eva’s reaction. He then clears his throat and starts to speak. “Eva Rosalene, from the first time I saw you, something inside of me always knew that-”

“YES!”

Neil, a little shocked, looks up at Eva after her outburst.

“What?”

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”

Neil stands up, a little sheepish. “I mean, I had a whole speech prepared, but this works too, I guess.”

“Just come over here,” Eva says lovingly. Neil walks towards her, kneeling back down to put the ring on her finger. Eva smiles at him, as he stands right back up- picking her up from her waist and swinging her around while hugging her. Eva laughs gleefully. Neil sets her back down, and Eva uses her hands to hold his face and bring him in, kissing him deeply.

“I love you so much,” Eva says.

“I know,” Neil responds. Eva whacks his arm.

“Hey!” Neil whines. “Say it back or I will take this engagement back, I swear.”

Neil smiles, grabbing Eva and bringing her close to him, only about an inch between their faces.

“Eva Rosalene, you are the love of my life.”

Eva runs her hands through the back of his hair.

“You’re the love of my life too, Neil Watts.”

#rosawatts #to the moon #neil watts #eva rosalene #finding paradise #my writing

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blessyourheartdharps · 6 years ago

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band-aids don’t fix bullet holes but they do cover bites || Platonic Soulmates

who: Dani Harper & Abel Hayward

when: 8/25/18 - night (I literally forgot to post this)

where: their house ; Dani’s room

what: after an argument, Dani bit herself and Abel fixes her up

warnings: blood, depression, technically this is self harm, mentions of death and abuse

It was stupid, the way she felt. She knew he had a point. She knew he was right, but she was frustrated. Dani had never had this issue. Never had to worry about hurting someone like this. Whatever was happening with Mercedes was weird. It was wrong, but not in the way it should be. Dani knew Mercedes deserved the world and that Dani wasn't that. She was a wreck and that wouldn't change anytime soon. In truth, it was likely not to ever fully change. Abuse stayed with a person and that mistrust, especially with people who talked to her drunk was part of it. It sucked. And she'd gotten frustrated and bit her arm, hard. She'd tasted the blood fast but hadn't let go until Abel was gone. Until she'd heard the door close. His words felt like a kick to the gut and she'd ended up just getting up and going into her room, door locked tight behind her. She didn't even look at her arm, she knew it was bleeding, but she wasn't going to deal with it. She deserved to hurt. So, she'd laid on the floor, her depression playlist blasting and closed her eyes, letting the darkness and the lyrics consume her. It started with Pain by Three Days Grace and then transitioned into Sharp Edges by Linkin Park as she let everything sink in, doing her best to ignore the feeling of blood running down her arm onto the wood floor beneath her.

Abel knew he was out of line when he told her that things, but he knew that if he didnt try, he would be watching his best friend going after someone and it somehow turned on a switch for something, that he didnt know. He hadnt discussed what he told Dani yet in therapy. When he got to his car, he hit his hand against his car and he groaned out of pain. He let out a breath, knew that he couldnt be running off somewhere else when Dani was this down. He headed back into the house, ignored the pain in his hand and closed his door once he was in there. He put his headphones on, started to play songs from Aaliyah and turned up the volume as he tried to ignore the pain and tried to draw. He kept messing up and it still wasn't getting any better. He turned down his music some, placed his headphones around his neck and swallowed hard as he gotten up. Abel knew that he needed to check on Dani, since he didnt leave and he felt bad for doing so. He headed into their bathroom, grabbed the first aid kit and headed to her door. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He rested his forehead against the door, let out a breath as he closed his eyes. "Dani! If you don't open the door, I will kick it down! I dont feel like replacing a door at the moment!"

The music continued to play, her arm still bleeding onto the floor, as she lay there. So much of her begged her to get up, to change the music, to clean up the blood , to patch up her arm, to stop hating herself. But she couldn't. The exhaustion of the day mixed with need to not feel but also feel, kept her from doing it. If she let herself bleed, this was just an accident. This would keep her from doing it on purpose. Because she as scared she would. Scared that if she fixed the bleeding, she'd just want to make it a new escape. Even as she heard Abel yell at her through the door, she just continued to lay there. She cared but she didn't. She couldn't let him in. Couldn't let him near. She was scared of what she might do to him.

"Dani Harper, get your ass off of the floor and let me in. So I can bandaged that up! Im seriously going to kick down the door if you don't let me in five minutes!" Abel shouted over her music and knew that he needed to get into her room. "Seriously, I don't really want to replace a door, but I will if you just continue to lay there! Also, I don't want to explain the blood that would be stained on the floor!" He placed the kit in his left hand as he gotten in position and looked at his left wrist. "Five..four..This is your last chance!"

His words had her huffing and she got up, ignoring the way she felt the blood change direction towards her palm. Swallowing she stared at the door, trying to convince herself to do it, to open the door, to let him in. As he started to count down she turned the lock, and opened the door, simultaneously turning on her heel and going back to her spot in the middle of the room, sinking back to the floor. Clenching her fist she grimaced at the feeling of blood on her hand. It was worse than she'd thought. There wasn't a lot of blood on the floor, most of it still on her arm, but there was enough to warrant needing cleaning up.

Abel raised one of his legs up as he kept an eye on the door and looked up when he saw Dani. He turned off his headphones, placed them on a box as he headed into her room, being careful not to step in the blood and turned off the music. "I'll get that cleaned up after I clean you up." He replied softly as he ignored the pain in his hand before he started to pull out what he needed and started to clean her arm up once he put on gloves. "Im sorry for saying that and then leaving you. Something clicked and I knew that I needed to get away from you, but I hit my hand against my car. So that's karma kicking my ass for you." He whispered as he grabbed another wipe and looked at her. "Why did you bite your hand? I mean, I would get it if you bit my hand, but why yours?"

Dani didn't even really respond as Abel turned off the music or started talking, all too fascinated by the blood on her arm. the bite mark in her arm. She'd never actually broken skin that badly before. It was weird. "I don't know... I was frustrated and I didn't really have anything to scream into and I don't know the sound proofing in this place so like my arm just seemed like the best way to muffle that but... I bit harder than normal. Cause I do it a lot when I don't want people to hear me scream..." She couldn't look at him, even as he cleaned up her arm, instead focusing her eyes on her own arm, what he was doing. "I'm sorry."

Abel listened to her, glanced up at her and looked back at the bite. "You could always scream into my chest next time, okay? Or even into my arm. Anything besides biting at your own skin." He said softly as he raised an eyebrow as she spoke and looked at her. "No need to apologize, D." He grabbed a bandage and placed it over it. "It doesnt look too deep for stitches, but if it worse. I advise for us to go to minor care and see what they can give you, since you're recovering." He took off the gloves before he put on new gloves to clean up the blood. "Also, I hear going outside and screaming might be a good idea. However, not around here, obviously or they might call the police."

Dani sighed as he spoke. "Felt like I deserved it, I guess. Always do. It's easier, attacking my own body. I control how bad I get hurt. I don't hurt someone else." She shrugged a bit as he said she didn't need to apologize. Maybe she didn't, but she felt like she did. "Yeah, I guess." Dani hated the idea of going to minor care, or really anywhere, where the reasoning behind her actions would be questioned. Yes, she was getting help. Yes, she was recovering from multiple addictions. Yes, she was a domestic abuse survivor. No, this would not save her from being admitted to the psych ward. That was the last thing she wanted, to be locked away like that. "That's why I didn't just scream, cause God forbid the neighbors heard. That's the last thing we need right after moving in."

Abel paused his movements and let out a breath. "Dani, you don't deserve any of this shit thats happening. I know me saying it wont change your mind, but honestly. You dont deserve heartache or anything like this. Especially attacking yourself, when you're punishing yourself. Its not right. Im gonna see about installing a kickboxing bag down in the basement. I know it wont solve all of our problems, but it will be a step." He looked at her, swallowed hard before he started to clean the blood. "Im sure they would probably think we were watching some show and get pissed because let's be honest. We've done that before. Besides, it wouldnt be anything surprising since we're living in New York and people screamed at each other before."

Dani pulled her knees to her chest, resting her head on her good arm. "Attacking myself is better than hurting you. I hate hurting other people, but especially the people I love." She sighed. "I normally don't break skin anyway, but now I'm scared. Scared I'll do it on purpose. Cause I've felt the pain and the relief and the feeling without feeling..."Dani closed her eyes for a moment then breathed out. "I need to get back into derby so bad. Get back to being physical like that. The extra energy is causing problems. Problems we don't need."

"I can take it. I dont look like it, but I can take it." Abel said with a shrug and looked back at the spot as she talked, hoping it wouldnt leave a stain. "Then make sure to talk about it in therapy." He paused as he looked back at her before he slowly nodded. "We've got 99 problems but a bitch aint one." Abel hoped it would make her smile but he knew better than that. "Sorry, I thought it was appropriate since we're in New York and Jay-Z is from NY. Yeah, you definitely need to get back into Roller Derby because honestly, you need it and we need it as a family. Like I need to get back into working out and doing shit that makes me focus my energy into something." He paused as he bit his inner cheek. "I wonder if Saph can give me a number of a celebrity trainer who is willing to come here and help me get back into the gym. I honestly need to get a manager so that way Saph doesnt need my shit on top of everyone else's." He looked at Dani. "So, will I be expecting you in my bed? Or you?" He asked when he heard Batman near the door. "Also, if you want, we can change his last name again before I leave town. If I leave town." He sighed.(edited)

Dani groaned, shaking her head. "So could the bitch, but that doesn't mean I want to take it out on you. I didn't even want to take it out on her and she fucking deserved it most of the time." It was true. Dani hated the way her and Angela would fight, even if Angela started it. It was something Dani hated doing and it made her feel sick, more than the thought of relapsing with self harm tended to. She tilted her head at him. "Yeah and I'm sure they can, though if Saph is the kind of person I've been told they are, your shit isn't an issue." Dani could remember the things Puck and Quinn had told her and it seemed reasonable that Saph was the kind of person who took on the weight of the world for everyone. She furrowed her brows and stood up, walking so she was in front of him before making it so she was on eye level with him. "We will figure the dark knight name situation AFTER you get back from picking our girl up. None of this if you leave town bullshit."

Abel relaxed a bit before he started to attack the stain again. "I know and to be fair, she still deserves it." He pointed out once the stain was gone and took off his gloves. "Saph is and I know, but they need a break from everything." He watched her get to eye level with him. "Will you be here when we get back? Because I need you to promise me that you will go to all of your appointments while Im gone."

Dani sighed. "Maybe, but the less I have to think about her, the better. She's my past and as painful as that is, as hard as it will be to get over, I will. Given enough time." Dani nodded a bit as he talked about Saph. "I can almost guarantee they've had quite the break while in Lima." She smiled at him gently and held out her pinky to him. "I, Danielle Maria Harper, promise you that not only will I be here when you get back, still clean and sober and harm free, but that this house will be perfect for our family when you do. That I will go to my appointments, even if it means having Hunter force me." Her face was serious and sincere as she spoke, looking him directly in the eyes.

Abel listened to her and gave her a smile. "I know, you can do it. Remember, baby steps." He nodded. He raised an eyebrow. "Wait, they're in Lima? Damn. Oh, OooOh. Damn." He saw her gentle smile as he held out his pinkie as well. "I, Abel Cyrus Hayward, promise to be clean and sober while Im traveling with our kid and I will also find an AA and a therapist while in Lima. When I get back, I will go to a meeting & a session. Good." He said as he wrapped his pinkie around hers and shook it as he met her eyes.

Dani nodded a bit as he spoke. "Yeah, Puck is one lucky fucker." Dani laughed a bit and then her face fell serious as she listened to him. Nodding her head, she curled her pinkie around his the rest of the way. "We've got this."

Abel looked at Dani and chewed on his inner cheek. "Lets hope so." He said, hoping that it would be true.

#parawhatif #self harm tw #blood tw #abuse tw #depression tw #i: abel hayward #p: abel hayward #p: 007 #p: all

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the-spectacular-spider-bi · 7 years ago

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WARNING: MASSIVE SPOILERS AHEAD FOR "PREY". IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAYED, DO. NOT. READ. (this means you Dalis!)

So that ending was pretty fucking nuts amirite?!? I half called it too. I was pretty sure it was all a simulation, but I had no idea how HUGE of a concept it really was. The opening hour’s reveal of the apartment sim just screamed foreshadowing, I knew they weren’t gonna only do that once. But see, there are some questions needing answers, One big question in particular I haven’t seen anybody ask: So what REALLY happened on Talos 1? If what we played was a sim based on the real Morgan’s memories, then what actually happened during that time? What choices did the real Morgan make? Why were Mikhayla, Igwe, Danielle, and Elazaar all Operators at the end?? And why is Morgan not around anymore??? Well, I’ll lay down everything I know, and put together the pieces that fit, few as they may be. If you’ve played this game too (you better have, if your reading this) then please, I invite you to add to this, poke holes in any theory you see that doesn’t hold up, lets all figure this wierd ass game out together!

1. Alex Yu

So, he’s alive and well at the end, the Real end, I mean. meaning, during the Actual Talos 1 incident, Morgan did not choose to kill his brother. Which also rules out the Destroy ending, as it dooms Alex to the station’s fate. So, if the human-typhon creature were to do a perfect recreation of Morgan Yu’s choices during that ordeal, it would get a conclusion that involves the Nullwave device, Alex surviving, and January dying. (It seems like Alex always kills January unless you intervene in that particular ending) So, canonically, Alex Yu survived the Talos 1 incident, January most likely died, either by Alex or Morgan’s hands, and Talos 1 was not destroyed. The Looking Glass simulation the Typhon-human hybrid finds itself in however, allows for different outcomes, as a way to test it’s mirror neurons, which brings me to my next theory…

2. This whole game was a personality test.

Its actually super meta when you think about it. At the start, they give you a literal personality test, they ASK you questions. Push the fat man? Derail the train? Vacation somewhere new? Its all relevant to what your going to be doing later in the actual story. That’s the part where you give your REAL answers by your actions. I’m sure we all at first picked options like “Try something new for vacation, save the most people on the tracks,” etc. But when we actually played the game, our true answers were much different. “Go somewhere new for vacation?” = How open are you to trying new things? Most would pick “New”, instead of familiar, yet those same people likely used more Human based Neoromods than Typhon based ones. Our choice in playstyle reflects our true answer to that question. I played my first run like I was playing Doom, the run and gun shooter style was more comfortable for me. My true answer, as proven by my playstyle, was “Do something familiar” The train tracks question is basically about the needs of the many verses the needs of the few, and I’d also wager that most of us, at the beginning chose the needs of the many. Yet in our actual playthrough… Consider this, The Many = the billions of people on Earth we are trying to keep the Typhon away from. The Few = the hundreds of people on Talos 1 who are suffering and fighting for there lives. Who did you help more? If you bothered helping a single person on Talos 1, you put the needs of the few higher. Because by helping them survive and have better chances at escape, you endangered Earth. I answered “Switch the tracks so the five people tied down are saved” to that question at the beginning, AKA the needs of the many. Yet in my playthrough, I helped every last person on that station. I saved Dr. Igwe, I spared Dhal, I helped Elazaars people at every chance, I avenged Abigail’s murder. I even told Mikhayla the truth about her father, and we ALL escaped the station alive. I put their well being above everyone on Earth. You know why thats fascinating? Because thats exactly how most people respond to that question… Do you switch the tracks and let one person die? Or do nothing, and five people die. EVERYBODY says they’ll save the five people, they say that. We said that, at the beginning of the game. But when we we faced with that decision again, we chose to save the one person, the people of Talos 1 instead. Our true answer was revealed. (Unless of course you were just an asshole when you played lol) This gets meta when you realize that not only is this a personality test for you, the player, but also for the Typhon-Human hybrid you’ve been playing as this whole time. Its already cool as is, but it actually fits the game even better when its revealed to be the WHOLE POINT of the simulation! Not to test your skills, aim, power, but your morality! They used Morgan’s DNA and whatnot and put it into a Tuphon creature via Neuromods and used this sim to test the results. “We spent years putting what you could do into us, it never occurred to us to put what we can do into you.” And what can we humans do that the Typhon can’t? Empathize. Feel the pain of another. Alex makes a point to tell you during a call in the story about how they discovered that the Typhon don’t have mirror neurons, they don’t feel when they kill. They don’t see us. Not the way we can see each other. The Igwe Operator comments about how well your mirror neurons are doing, if you were a monster and let people die, you fail, if you helped people, you pass, meaning the personality sim results show that you are the true bridge between the species, a Typhon that can see us, really SEE us.

3. Why were the supporting characters all turned into Operators at the very end???

Ok. this one… I dunno. Its a big mystery for me. We can infer that Morgan and friends survived and escaped. The destroy ending didn’t happen, as shown by Alex’s appearance. So, why are they all Operators? So they didn’t die aboard Talos 1. I doubt real Morgan killed them or let them die, cuz if your trying to convert a Typhon into a human empathizer, you don’t use the mirror neurons of an asshole who let you die. So, something must’ve happened AFTER the escape. So, lets arrange our pieces.

Alex is alive. Morgan and friends likely escaped. The station was not destroyed. Earth was invaded. (Likely due to the real Morgan not destroying the station and purging all trace of the Typhon, even going as far as to kill everyone. YOU can do that scenario, but the real Morgan did not, apperantly) Morgan and friends escape. Morgan Yu somehow died afterwards. Morgan’s friends died? Morgan’s friends lived on as Operators (Why was Danielle Sho there? She didnt escape?) Alex and Operators use Morgan’s mirror neurons, and a Looking Glass simulation (a much more grand scale illusion, compared to the apartment sim) to test the personality and empathy of the Typhon-Human hybrid. Ok it’s mostly a clear picture now. Pretty easy to deduce how Earth ended up like that. But everybody being Operators is strange… They all used the full names too. When Morgan’s Operators (even tho they had his voice) used month names, January, December, October. So why are those Operators using the full names of those people, and speaking as if they ARE those people???

4. Morgan’s Operators are his shifting personality.

The names January, December, and October are not random. There is a reason for that. A side effect of the extensive Neuromod testing and the apartment sim was a slight but visible personality drift. The longer they kept Morgan in that endless loop, the more he started to change. Something about having alien DNA shot into your brain, and pulled out at the end of the day, rinse, repeat, every day, for weeks, does things to you. In Morgan’s case it made him paranoid, distrustful. It made him fear Alex’s motives, and come up with a plan. Scratch that. Multiple plans. December was intended to be Morgan’s escape plan. He was the earlier model to January, as evidenced by his more robotic and stuttery voice. That Morgan was more fixated on escaping the sim, and the station. However, a couple months later, after some time out of the apartment sim, Morgan, now in a deeper drift in personality, changes his mind, he decides escape isn’t good enough, he must destroy it all, even himself. So he creates January, a newer model with a smoother vocalization, new directives that adapt on the fly, and the order to destroy December before he gives Morgan the option of escaping before destroying the station. The two operators with Morgan’s voice represent his constantly shifting personality and frame of mind during certain points leading up to the events of the game. He even named them after the month he created them in.

Well those are all the big things that came to mind. I still have more questions and I’d love to hear more people weigh in, with either their own questions, theories, and answers! What happened to Danielle Cho? Did she actually escape too? Who was the cook?? What happened to Morgan Yu after the escape??? Till they make a sequel it’s up to us to figure it all out!

#prey #prey 2017 #morgan yu #typhon #theory

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thewalkingdead-imagines · 8 years ago

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TWD - Negan Imagine ~ “Something They Need”

An imagine about the 15th episode of season 7

The reader witnesses the night Sasha gets caught and the day after it, that challenges not just Sasha and Eugene but also her

I’m following the storyline of the TV show, so I wrote parts to the other episodes as well that are connected. BUT they are all written the way that you can read them separate without having read any other part! You can find every other part of the series here

The sun had been already gone for a long time as you walked from bathroom over to the bed while you slipped your sleeping shirt over your body. The bed you laid yourself on wasnt just any bed, it was Negan’s. A lot had happened after the line-up, he had taken you with him to the Sanctuary, you had your own room here for some time, your brother Daryl fled from this place, Eugene came here and then Negan thought it would be safer for you to stay at his room and thats how you ended up here, laying under the dark sheets of his big bed. But not only that was a change, over the weeks you went from hating and despising him deeply to building up a tiny bond to him, your relationship or whatever it exactly was had turned more relaxed and you could, to your surprise and even annoyance, even feel somehow comfortable around him. You leaned over to the nightstand and turned off the light of the lamp before you sunk deeper into the thick pillows. You were alone for hours now and normally you would have been even glad to have some alone time but this time, something was different. Hours ago, you had have a deeper conversation with him and the tension he had afterwards let it seem like he had realized through it that you meant way more to him than he had confessed before. Him being that tensed and now gone for hours gave you a little weird feeling, even when you didn’t even like to admit that this somehow effected you. After all what he had done to the others, you shouldn’t give a single fuck about where he was and what you might mean to him. But unfortunately that wasnt the case. You suddenly heard heavy steps coming towards the door and soon after that you saw Negan stepping in. He still looked tensed, but a bit less than before while he run his hand through his dark hair, that looked like he had done that multiple times before. He sighed quietly before he looked over to you. “Sorry Sweetheart, didn’t want to wake you up”, he said taking his jacket off and turning on the light on the nightstand. “You didn’t”, you said while you looked over to him. “Couldn’t fall asleep without me?”, he asked slightly chuckling. “You wish”, you responded with a small smirk on your lips, while somehow hoping that you’d get that more relaxed mood between him and you back. But instead of that he chuckled slightly before he got a bit quieter again and went to the bathroom to shower. You sunk deeper into the pillows once again while you felt some questions coming up in your head you would love to just get rid off. Maybe he had just been working the whole time, maybe he had been just sitting outside doing nothing or well, maybe he had been with his wives to at least try to get rid of his thoughts. And that question bothered you more than you liked. You couldn’t think of him being there often since you where at the Sanctuary, he had been with you almost the whole time except when his men called for him because of problems and well, the last hours. You heard the door of the bathroom opening again, Negan walking shortly after that over to the bed while his hair was still slightly wet, some strands hanging into his face. He looked up to you while his glance softened a bit and the tension seemed to be finally gone or at least almost. That shower seemed to have cleared his mind a whole lot more than the hours he had been gone, wherever he had been and whatever he had done. You watched how Negan slipped under the blankets before shots let you jolt up and got followed by the beeping of the walkie. “Boss, Shit boss, we captured a woman. She just intruded and-”, the voice of the man stopped as you heard a familiar voice coming through the walkie. “Stop, No!”, was the only thing you heard but it was enough to indentify the person behind it. Sasha. You couldn’t imagine that Rick would order anyone to do such an action that would go wrong anyways, that could just be a single action coming from her. “Fucking fuck”, Negan growled jumping up again and grabbing his pants. “I’m coming with you”, you said standing up again, in hope you could change something about how they treated her, even though you wouldnt tell him about your suspicion that it was her and just her, you needed to have more information about what was actually going on before you told him. “Fuck no, you think I’m getting you into danger? Who the fucking hell knows what that shithead is tryna do, or if there are fucking more coming in”, he said pulling over his jacket. “Then it wouldn’t be that smart to leave me alone here, right? I only have a knife”, you said knowing that he noticed that you were only using his own words against him, he knew that you could fight, but he also knew that even you probably wouldn’t be able to fight a big group alone. “Don’t play that fucking game with me”, he growled grabbing Lucille while you walked over and pulled clothes over your body and stood before him crossing your arms. “God damnit alright, but you’re staying with me”, he said opening the door and leading you into the direction where you heard the muffled voices coming from. There were men running hastily through the hallways, looking for more intruders and stormed past you while holding guns in their arms. You felt Negan getting an arm around you and pulling you closer to him, away from the men that would barge you away otherwise. You walked around a corner seeing men pressing Sasha to the ground, one of the men trying to get a rope off his belt to give it to the others. “You already know if there are more?”, Negan asked as he looked at the men. “Doesn’t seem so Sir. Got most of it checked as far as I know, seems to be just her”, said another dark haired man as he looked up. You looked at Sasha’s body on the ground, her face turned to it not being able to see you and not being able to move. “What now, Boss. kill her?”, another shorter one asked as you gasped slightly and searched with your hand after Negan’s arm to get his attention and started right as he turned to you. “Don’t kill her”, you said determined while looking at him before he looked over to her and it seemed to dawn to him. “Wait, is she one of-”, he said pointing with his baseball bat into Sasha’s direction while you slowly nodded. You didn’t know if what you were doing here was right and if you got the others with that even more problems, but you couldn’t let him hurt or even kill her. “Fuck”, you just heard Negan mutter before he turned back to his men. “Get her in a cell”, Negan growled before you saw the man lifting Sasha up and dragging her along the floor until you weren’t able to see her anymore and you saw Negan turning around to you analyzing your face for information. “You knew that it was her, huh? Thats why you wanted to come with me”, Negan said looking at you. “Yeah, yeah I did. I recognized her voice over the walkie”, you said looking at him while you saw him shaking his head slightly while he began to chuckle. “Hell, of course you did”, he said stroking over his jaw before you began walking back to the room. The hallways were filled with less people than before, only a few men standing there with walkies in their hands waiting for more information while it got less and less until you came back to the room. Negan opened it but stayed standing in the door frame looking at you. “I’m gonna go and check outside, If everything’s alright again, but I’ll come back fucking soon, I promise”, he said before he smirked slightly before he swung his bat over his shoulder again and walked away, his heavy footsteps becoming more quiet with every second. You laid down again, still hearing some men walking through the hallway as you first really realized what had happened. Sasha was here. And you were sure that she could have been dead if just some little thing went different. God, the cells were disgusting things and just by the thought of your brother having to stay in there for so long made you feel incredibly uncomfortable but it was better than if you would have had to see her dying because of that plan. You couldnt think of that her plan would have actually worked to kill Negan, nevertheless the thought of it working bothered you. God, you could understand them for wanting him dead, you had have strong revenge thoughts too when you saw what he did in that night, except that you knew from the very beginning that actions like Rosita’s in Alexandria and Sasha’s now would do nothing but fail and probably make the situation worse and except that now, doesn’t matter how much you despised it, the thought of him dying send cold shivers down your back and let a lousy feeling create in your stomach. You tried to suppress the thoughts that terrorized your head to finally fall asleep, knowing too good that all the feelings and fears you were suppressing over all this time would come back in your sleep as nightmares. And that knowledge proved itself also in that night , even though this time something was different. For the very first time you didn’t see one of your friends or your brother scream on the top of their lungs before you, blood streaming over their heads and bodies while you had to helpless see how they spit blood, their eyes wide open staring at you while they screamed for you to help them, before they collapsed and died still twitching and screaming in front of you. No, this time it weren’t them. It was Negan. You woke up laying in Negan’s arms like after every night the nightmares came for you. You didnt like it and you would do a lot to change it, but he had the ability to calm you down in your sleep and not let the nightmares come up again when he was holding you. The whole time you had been here you had always tried to not let him see you vulnerable or even weak and as long as you were awake you had the control over that, but as soon as you fell asleep this control was gone and with that also the filter that sorted out all the emotions you didn’t want him to see. And of course he took that chance to have your body that close to his, even though it actually seemed that the main reason was that he cared for you You lifted yourself slowly up, looked at for some moments at him, seeing him peacefully sleeping while the pictures of last nights nightmare began to fade seeing him that peaceful. You slowly released yourself out of his embrace and walked over to the bathroom to get ready. You don’t really liked knowing that you had a nightmare with Negan dying, not only because those nightmares tortured you also because it meant that you got more drawn to him than you liked to admit. You could deny that while you were conscious, but you couldn’t lie to your subconsciousness. You looked at the thin bracelet around your wrist, Negans spontaneous gift to you he found while you were outside of the gates which sparkled right now in the morning light. Your glance wandered over to your leather jacket that hung over the door knob waiting for you to slip on. it wasnt just any jacket, It was a gift from your brother to you when you were still living in the prison. Some day he had brought it back to it from a run, you had no idea where he had found it and he just wouldnt tell you because he knew he could tease you with that but anyway it turned into something that had become important to you over time. And wearing his gift now together with Negan’s now seemed somehow bizarre to you, and still, you put the jacket on. As you walked out of it Negan walked already dressed and smirking past you into the bathroom and came shortly after that out of it again while he slighlty chuckled “Today’s an important damn day for your friend”, he said chuckling while he looked over to you. “What are you planning for her?”, you asked, hoping that his answer wouldnt mean pain or even worse for her. “See if she’s fucking things up or taking a chance, you’ll see Sweetheart”, he said slightly grinning. “I need you to let me talk to her”, you said while you looked at him. “She’s getting some pillows and food when she isn’t acting as fucked up as last night, think thats enough luxury for the first fucking time”, Negan said grabbing Lucille that had leaned against a wall till then while you sighed. “I don’t need a lot time, please”, you said swallowing and waiting for him to answer. “Hell, only if she’s not being an asshole and there are no emotional incidents from her side”, he said stroking over his jaw before you raised your voice. “Alright.” You walked down the hallways, feeling a little tensed as you came closer to the cells. From afar you saw one open cell door and as you came closer you heard a male voice coming from its inside combined with the sound of unbuckling a belt. “Fighting’s just gonna make it last longer. Which, for the record, is fine by me”, you heard him say while you felt a cold shiver running down your back before you got a picture to the mans voice. You saw him sitting there, opening his pants before you heard Negan grunting next to you and drumming his bat against the open door. “David! What the hell are you doing in here?”, Negan asked calm but with a tensed and dangerous undertone. “Negan, sir-”, began that asshole to say but got gladly cut off by Negan. “Do you really think I need you to answer that? I can see that you’re trying to rape this woman. Fuck, you were really trying to rape this woman, weren’t you?”, asked Negan looking at the man who looked trembling up to him. Your glance went over to Sasha, checking if she was alright before you heard Negan’s voice again. “This is some unacceptable behavior. Rape is against the rules here. I wouldn’t wanna be somewhere where it wasn’t. Someone in charge who let something like that fly…Whew”, Negan said while you saw him sliding his knife out of its bracket. You knew what would happen next and you were nothing but glad about it. He deserved nothing else. “David. You really crossed a line here”, Negan said darkly while he held the knife between him and David. “I’m sorry, Sir”, he said in a begging tone. “You know what? I do not accept your apology”, Negan said shoving the knife through the mans throat, slid it out of it and let the body of that asshole fall to the ground, “So-uh, someone gotta get-”, Negan started to say, pointing at her while searching for her name. “Sasha”, you said, seeing how not only Negan’s but also Sasha’s glance wandered over to you. “Thanks, Sweetheart”, Negan said slightly smirking before he turned to his men. “Get Sasha here a new T-shirt”, he said, before he crunched down to her. “I’m sorry you had to see that. Sorry ‘bout the rope, too. Probably overkill, but you did cause one hell of a fucking fracas last night”, he said loosening the rope that had been around her hands before he got up. “You know what, Sasha? Probably wouldnt have regonized you till now, if she wouldnt have told me”, Negan said, before her head snapped over to you, glaring into your eyes. “Wow, Sasha you better calm down, ‘cause it might be that she somehow saved your life with that and actually, I’m pretty sure that this was her fucking purpose. So you better be a bit grateful and listen to what I have to say”, Negan said before he got up and continued. “You’ve got some beach-ball-sized lady nuts on you, coming in all kamikaze like that and big question here, and I need the damn truth on this one. Did Rick put you up to this?”, Negan asked pointing with his bat at Sasha. “Rick? Your bitch?”, she asked while you werent sure if she was saying that because she wanted to lead the attention away from your group or if she really saw him that way, which would actually fit to her actions. You saw her huffing slightly before she looked at Negans arm that found its way again around your waist. “You’re his bitch too?”, she asked hissing looking at the hand Negan had put on your waist while you thought you didn’t hear right. “No I’m not”, you growled looking at her moving slightly away from Negan. You wouldn’t leave that hanging in the air, not that. You heard Negan chuckle darkly before he pointed his bat at Sasha. “Ohwowow you better watch your mouth talking ‘bout her, cause I can still change my plans with you and you better not like to see what happens then”, Negan said chuckling but with a growling undertone in his voice. “Alright…Either way, you must’ve thought it was gonna be the end, coming in on your lonesome like that. But that’s not the fucking way it’s got to go. Just the damn opposite. See this, well this could be the beginning”, he said placing his knife next to her before he continued. “This one is yours now. You can try to use it, take me out, but considering I am standing above you, holding a fucking baseball bat, that doesn’t seem real smart. Now, you can use it to slit your wrists, which would be a damn shame, but I get it. You’re obviously not on the shiny side of the street, given recent events. Now, you can sit there and do nothin’, wait for ol’ David to come back to life and eat your face, also a damn shame and kinda nuts, but, hell, to each their own. Or you can use that blade and stop ol’ Rapey Davey from becoming Dead-Alive Rapey Davey, save yourself, join the cause. I know what I’d do”, Negan said looking down to Sasha. “What?”, she asked irritated. “Well, I’m a man short. Hell, you can’t really call this piece of fucking shit a man, but still, I’m short, and you got those beach-ball-sized lady nuts, and I wanna harness the heat comin’ off of them”, he said before crunching down to her. He wanted to use her, of course he did. “You can help me run this place one day, all of us together, following the rules, workin’ on the same side of things. That’s all this was ever about. And it still can fucking be for you. I know it’s hard to picture, considering what I fucking did”, he said while you saw her glancing to the bat before Negan continued. “Well but Sasha, we all got shit to get over. Take some time. Think about it. Whatever you decide, so it shall be. No pressure. And, again, I am sorry you had to see that, even though I know you have seen some fucking things. I just want you to understand we are not monsters”, he said before he stood up again, walked over to you, the hand back on you lower back before he looked over to Sasha. “So she wanted to talk to you and man, she could persuade me”, he said chuckling before he looked at you. “Have some nice lady talk, Sweetheart. I’m gonna wait in our room having some men talk with Smartypants”, he said chuckling while biting his lip before he winked at you letting you huff annoyed, before he walked away. You looked at the corpse laying in the cell, before you decided to sit down in the door frame, away from the probably soon reanimating corpse and outside enough to see if someone was listening, because that was the last thing you needed. “I’m sorry for that happening to you”, you said as you sat down and saw Sasha nodding before her glance got more narrow. “Did you fuck him to persuade him?”, she asked chuckling bitterly. “No”, you responded with an angry undertone to her before you continued. “Just that you know, I’m not someone he can do everything he wants with. I never was his bitch, I’m not now and I’m never gonna be”, you said more calm while you looked at her. She just grumbled a bit before she looked up again. “So you’re sharing a room with that asshole?”, she hissed crossing her arms. “Yeah, yeah I am”, you said swallowing before you saw in her glance that you couldn’t leave it like that. “I had my own one for some time until he thought after some stuff that I should stay with him”, you said trying to explain yourself even when you knew that the situation was that muddled that trying to explain everything wouldnt help a lot. “I did not let that happen without protesting though”, you added while Sasha chuckled again. “Anyways, when you’re both sleeping in one room, why didn’t you kill him in his sleep?”, she asked quietly, her voice tensed while she kept looking at you. “Sasha, it’s not done with just killing him. I’ve seen what the Saviors are capable of doing and that’s more than what they did in that one night and in Alexandria afterwards. Kill Negan and you kill with that not only yourself but everybody else home. They’d first kill you and afterwards they’d go home and slaughter everyone”, you said looking at her before an uncomfortable silence filled the small room. You looked down to your wrist tried to not let her see the bracelet and to just keep it vanished in the sleeve of your jacket, but you were sure that she had seen it before and within the next seconds you were proven right. “Is that the real reason why you didn’t? Or does he flatter you with enough jewelry to turn you against us”, she said nodding to your wrist. “Do you really think like that about me? That he could turn me against you with giving me some bracelet?”, you asked bewildered while you were now the one who chuckled bitterly. “No normally I wouldn’t but the fact that you’re wearing it makes it kinda suspicious, you know”, she said, an ironic undertone swinging in her voice. You huffed, even though you couldnt deny that next to the reason you told her was that you didn’t wanted him dead anymore, doesnt matter how ashamed that made you. In the end you had two sides fighting each other inside you, one side wanted your group to fight back, the other side just wanted Negan to stay alive. And even though you had those thoughts, he wouldnt ever be able turn you against your friends, not with a bracelet, not with anything else. “Alright, I can’t do more than telling you that I’ll not change teams and that I’d never betray you, doesn’t matter what happens. He can’t use me as a weapon against you all and I’m pretty sure he knows that”, you said before you continued, knowing that you just had to persuade her to not lose a friend. “I just want everybody to be as safe as they can be in this situation, that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to rise up and fight, I want you to. I just wanted you all to do it without having to see more people unnecessarily dying…we both just want to protect them”, you said trying to lead the conversation into a better direction. The situation wasn’t easy for everyone and you really didn’t want to have people from your group being against you. “Yeah”, she just answered nodding. “And I…I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry for everything what happened in that night”, you said swallowing. You didn’t know if that was the best situation but you had to tell her that and who knew when you would get the chance to talk to her again that way. This conversation was the first proper one you had with one of your group members since that night. “You don’t have to be”, she said sounding a little bit softer while you nodded and a thought came up in your head that would solve a lot of your problems and would let a lot sorrow vanish. “Can you answer me one question? I won’t ask for anything else after that”, you said swallowing. “Yeah, alright”, she said nodding slowly. “Okay..don’t tell me where he his or anything else, the only thing I need to know is if he’s safe”, you said quietly and swallowing looking at her knowing that she knew what and who you were talking about. With that you had more than just knowing about your brothers condition you had two more things at once, her having a prove you that you’re not spying for Negan to find out where he is and second you wouldn’t have to lie to him. “He is”, she said quietly while you smiled thankful at her. “Thank you”, you said while another small smile created on your lips. Your brother was safe and with that a huge burden disappeared had dissapeared. ”Would you want me to take his offer?”, she suddenly asked nodding over to the blood covered knife on the ground before you swallowed and raised your voice. ”I won’t tell you what to do, the only thing I’ll tell you is that I don’t want you dead.” You walked through the empty hallways having to think about Sasha and what she would do and if that was actually the last time you had seen her, doesn’t matter how painful that thought was. You walked around the corner already hearing two familiar voices coming from the inside of Negan’s room. You turned the handle and saw Negan sitting on the couch, Eugene in one of the armchairs towards him. As soon as you walked into the room Negans glance wandered over to you and a smirk created on his lips. “There she is again!”, he said winking while he chuckled before he pointed over to Eugene. “I just told Dr Smarty-Pants what I’m planning to do with your friend from the cell, in case she wasn’t actin like a bitch to you again”, Negan said chuckling. “She wasn’t”, you said before you sat down on the couch and looked at Eugene who nervously played with the stuffed animal in his pocket. “So smarty, guess you’re burning to get to know my plans for her. Well, I dont think that she’s the fucking smartest for breaking in here thinking she wouldn’t get caught, but she has for sure not many scruples and that makes her a pretty good add-on for my men power”, Negan said chuckling while he looked over to Eugene. “Short: If she actually takes the damn fucking knife to stab rapey Davey into his sick fucking head she’s on board, just like you Smartypants ”, Negan added grinning. “I’m gonna keep you updated, so go back to your good work Smarty and I’ll tell you If I need you to do fucking more for me”, Negan said closing the little booklet he held in his hands and laid it onto the table while Eugene stood reluctantly up, walked to the door and looked shortly back before closing it. “Bye Sir, bye (Y/N)”, he said nodding before he closed the door. The room got for a short moment silent before you saw Negan looking at Davids blood on his hands that slightly splattered them before he raised his voice. “If that shithead would have only touched you once, hell, I would have bashed him slowly into tiny fucking pieces”, Negan growled almost that quiet that it sounded as if he was talking to himself. As you looked over to him he raised his head and locked his eyes with yours “I might have my methods you don’t agree with but as I said before we’re no monsters,..I’ll not let anyone just fucking attempt to rape someone here”, Negan said while you nodded slowly and his glance caught yours again “You don’t have to tell me when you don’t fucking want to, really, but well I just gotta ask you that. Out there… fuck, did some prick ever try to do that to you?”, he asked in a tone that sounded like he had his struggles asking you that and to have the risk to find out something he just didn’t want to hear. “No,...never came that far”, you said looking at him while you could see how that answer relieved him. “Good”, he said nodding slowly before he raised his voice again. “In case any fucker ever comes to close to you or even tries to do that shit, use that knife I gave you and fucking slit him up if you can, doesnt matter what else you’re doing just scream for me, alright? I mean it, I dont want that to happen to you in any fucking way”, he said serious. “I’ll do it, I promise”, you said nodding while Negan nodded relieved.

Later you found yourself walking closer to the cell, not really knowing what would wait for you in there. You couldnt and also didn’t want to imagine that Sasha would have killed herself, even though you could think of her rather being dead than joining Negan. You saw the door in front of you before Negan opened it and the first thing you saw was David’s corpse with Negan’s knife sticking in his skull that let a relieved sigh travel up your throat. “You win”, you heard Sasha’s voice coming from the inside before you got to see her. “No. You win”, Negan said slightly chuckling looking from Sasha to the dead man on the ground. “Get some people in here. Clean this shit up”, Negan said to the men standing behind you and him before he bowed down to the corpse and pulled the knife out of his skull before chuckling slightly as he saw Sasha’s glance. “What? You didn’t actually think I was gonna let you keep this, did you? You still got a ways to go before I’ll believe you’re fully on board here”, Negan said tucking the knife into its bracket before he continued. “Baby steps. It is absolutely not personal. If the situation was reversed, I’m sure you wouldn’t believe me either. Still the way you saved yourself, the way you surrendered to me just now. That is a damn good start”, he said grinning. “Did she surrender?”, Sasha asked nodding over to your knife while you heard Negan chuckle. And to be honest, you were eagerly on what he was about to respond in front of his men. “Well Sasha, you do know that you can’t compare your situation to her’s, right?”, Negan said looking down to her. “So did she?”, Sasha asked again and before Negan could respond you glanced over to him before you turned to Sasha. “No”, you said sternly while feeling Negans glance on your body, it got quiet for a moment and Sasha looked over to Negan. ”Yeah, yeah she’s right. But you have to know Sasha, that’s a singular exception. Not did it before, not doing it again and there’s no fucking other way for everybody else. That has to be clear to you”, he said before he continued. “Well, we got to work on some things, Sasha. But I fucking promise you, I will try to make it fun”, Negan said before he stepped closer and turned a little more serious. “Cards on the table a little birdie told me that Rick and the rest of your people are up to no good. And, well, that needs to change, and you’re gonna help me change it. We’re gonna find us a win-win”, Negan said while Sasha looked questioning at him. “How? What are you-?”, she said but got cut of by him. “Well hey, I’m gonna let Eugene get you some stuff to make you more comfortable, let you have a taste of what it is we have to offer. Spend the night enjoying it, ‘cause tomorrow is gonna be a big day”, Negan said grinning. And with that he didn’t just leave Sasha irritated, also you. You didnt know about him finding something out, having a spy or anything else, but to be honest, that didn’t surprise you. Him having those suspicions would have, if they would turn out to be true, consequences for your friends, maybe even deadly ones. And for some time now he avoided telling you those things or talking about suspicions about them That could just be a single action coming from her, as well as the consequences for them or your brother probably knowing too well that he would endanger the small and fragile bond you had build up to him. The door shut again leaving you with him standing on the hallway while his men went back to their work. “Big day?”, you asked knowing too good that big days usually were only good days for him. “Isn’t everyday a big day with me?“, Negan asked chuckling while biting his lip as you raised your eyebrows. “Well that sounded like an especially big day,…what are you planning?”, you asked knowing that when he was hedging that way, you could expect something you probably didn’t like as the real answer. “Why ruin the damn surprise, Sweetheart?”, Negan asked grinning while you scoffed slightly. “'Cause I don’t know if I’m that much into your surprises, Negan”, you responded sternly while crossing your arms. “You better are ‘cause surprises are something I’m pretty good at”, he said smirking wolfishly, alluding something that just made you roll your eyes. “Anyways”, you said before you continued. “I just hope that it’s not including you killing or punishing them again”, you said with a serious undertone. “Sweetheart, when my damn suspicion is wrong and they’re up to nothing but damn good and don’t fuck this up again, then nobody’s getting hurt and everything is peacy. Just like the agreement says. I’m a man of my fucking word as you know”, he said still grinning but more serious while you nodded slowly, still with your arms crossed. You just nodded still looking serious at him before you began to walk back to the bedroom. It was already late as you got yourself ready for the night and finally walked over to the bed, Negan already laying under the sheets while he watched you walking over to your side and slipping under the blanket before you laid back into the pillows. “So the same procedure as almost every fucking day?”, he asked chuckling while he looked over to you. “Huh?”, you muttered before you looked irritated over to him. “You close your pretty eyes on your side, far far away from me just ‘cause you rather get a fucking nightmare than overcome your stubbornness and come over to me even though you fucking know they fuck off then”, he said chuckling while you scoffed shaking your head slightly. “You think I don’t know you good enough now, after the assload of time I spend with you, that it’s just your stubborn head right now that’s holding you back?”, asked Negan chuckling while you huffed because you knew that he was right. If you really didn’t want something, you wouldn’t do it and you were sure that he absolutely knew that and this time it was just your mind preventing you. You looked at him before you saw his smirk slowly vanishing from his face and he swallowed slightly before raising his voice. ”Jokes aside just that you know, I’m not into seeing you flinch and whimper. Can’t fucking stand it to be honest. Now I don’t know what shit you’re seeing there but it seems like some fucking hard crap to me. So do whatever you want, come over or stay there, but you don’t have to deal with that shit alone”, he said in serious tone. You looked at him, seeing in the way he looked at you that he meant it. For some moments you struggled with yourself before you made your decision on what felt right in this moment even if it probably was nothing but wrong in the eyes of everyone else you loved. Slowly you moved towards him and soon you felt how he laid his arms around you and pulled you closer. You felt his body close to yours, his arms wrapped tightly around you while you felt his warmth creating another one in your body, his warm breath on your skin creating goosebumps and your body relaxing slowly while you couldnt deny that it felt good. And while you slowly dozed off into a sleep without any nightmares, you just hoped deeply that all what would happen tomorrow, wouldn’t turn out for badly for your friends, that nobody would get hurt and that the bond to Negan that slowly but surely grew stronger wouldn’t be endangered by himself.

part 15 - the season finale

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today was one of the most roller coaster days i ever had. its started in the early morning like 1 am i was talking to this beautiful girl on tinder who i didn't believe she was real. when we talked on snapchat she was real but for some reason i wanted to hear her voice to confirm it. she never responded but she wrote back in the early morining i woke up and for some reason i just kept messaging her its not normally like me but i did it and eventually she blocked me. i don’t know why i was so aggressive i think it had to be because i sill i thought she wasn’t real. i tried reaching out via text from another number but she never responded so i have to learn from that lesson of being to aggressive. i should been chill and kept it low key. i beat myself up all day because i fealt it i would have been chill this may have been the perfect situation for me. but instead its a lesson to be learned. also today was probably the last time me and karla will ever talk again. we hung out last friday it was our 2nd date and it probably went more bad then good in all honesty. from the things she talked about and even me the things i said to the way she would check her phone, to the way she talked about her other baes i just fealt like i didnt mean much to her and i tried to come up with other topics and it would click for a bit but i fealt at times it was forced.we then left the place we were eating at and we kissed a few times again and walked through wicker park and sat at the bench i usually go to it just seemed nothing was working in all honesty we walked down milwuakee ave and when you saw your old high school friend the way you talked to him and hugged him without even introducing me i knew that it was pretty much a done deal for us.after you stopped talking to him you told me it was your high school friend and i was a little bothered by it so i was giving you short answers you said “mad much” and i said who me and you said yea your answers are so serious. i said i wasn’t mad and we somehow walked into a karaoke bar which was terrible as well i knew this would probably be the last time i see you so i said cheers to you having a good summer. we had a drink and then we waitied for the uber i think we both know it was probably the last time we would ever see eachother so we joked hugged and kissed a few times and i have a video of you dancing on the street. i wish the way it was when it ended was our whole date. i knew when the uber came id never see you again you texted me thank you for everything and let me know when you got home. we didnt talk for a few days after and i texted you and we talked for a little then you never responeded but in defense i gave you a close ended answer. i texted you today so wish you a safe flight for tomorrow, you didnt ask about me but you responded and then i texted at the end of our short convo good luck & take care. i really thought you would be in my life for awhile so to see it end like this is a bit of a letdown. i really enjoyed the vibe me and you had i knew it was real and genuine i just wish the 2nd date went better but thats how life goes sometimes. i know you want to experience more life, i just wish you just appreciated our situation as much as i did. i know im going to miss you in the future but i’m still trying to figure out why i met you in the first place but i will be honest and say i enjoyed the time i spent with you from the conversations to bongo room and even big star i apprecite it and i hope one day if you ever think of me or miss me you reach out so we could have one last convo and end it on good terms. later that day i ended up adding nina back on snapchat and we messaged and it was actually a nice convo going down memory lane then i told you the i miss talking to you and to my surprised you said you missed it too and that we vibed really well. i was happy to hear that because for a second i thought we might start talking again until i asked for a picture since i havent seen you in awhile. you then told me that you are actually pregnant. i was surprised to hear that and i was a little sad because i knew that it was over for us as far as talking again. i was also very happy for you because i know 100% that she will be an amazing mother and i told her that. i feel like i will always have a special place in my heart for nina eventhough her and karla were almost the same length i actually knew nina liked me where in karlas case their was always someone else and we were never exclusive. i never had a day where i closed the chapter on so many friendships or relationships i stopped talking to 3 girls today me and nina will remains friends from a distance and i will respect her relationship. i fealt really sad today because 2 girls i really liked karla and nina i knew i would never see them again and it is most likely over as far as anything being romantic with them. i couldn’t help but feel sad and have pitty for myself because it seems like im never the guy that wins in the end. i feel like i never get the girl i want. and i know i dont make it easy with lieing or talking to multiple woman. but when i was talking to karla and even nina i didn’t want to talk to anyone else but them. i really wanted to karla to be in my life for awhile i truly believe in my heart that she would. but as you know she is not. i wish all the girls i stopped talking to the best today and if for some reason life has us cross paths again i hope only great memories follow. Til our paths cross again good luck & take care

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roughentumble · 8 years ago

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i watched a movie called Last Shift and it was Good

i went into it expecting low-grade garbage but it actually ended up being really good

the decision to keep everything in one building (literally every shot, there isnt a single other location featured in the film) and focus on one character meant that their small budget went MUCH farther than it usually would in the special effects department, and made the film just generally look head-and-shoulders better than some other comparable-budget films.

it occasionally had moments that felt exposition-y, or where the tension dropped a bit too much, or where our main character’s actions felt out of place(when she’s talking to officer pierce, for example, and right before this scene she was VERY shaken up and VERY determined to get other cops to fuckin Believe Her Already, so her lack of cooperation or willingness to share details with him and encouraging him to leave was all like... what? you are asking cops to come there and stay with you and now one will but you want him to...leave? what?)

another major flag is the ending. i wouldn’t call the ending a FLAW, but it is... hmm. it’s. well. hm.

it’s a plot twist that feels like it would’ve been new and inventive back in the 70s. but it’s ALSO handled with much greater care and quality and talent than this twist is usually given. the entire film takes time to really force you to question your perception of events, and the ending DEFINITELY makes you question what you think happened and how you interpret things...

but god it just didnt feel all that satisfying! plus it leaves me with questions. not with general perception questions but with logical, calculating, “what makes this world tick” type questions

why did she hear her father? was he genuinely contacting her to try and help her, was she hallucinating him, or were the other ghosts just putting on his voice to try and fuck with her and keep her in the station?

why did pierce ACT like that at the end? it was so taunting, so mocking, the way he put his fingers in his mouth and mimed blowing his brains out... only to actually blow out his brains as some spooky Ghost Effect. he literally repeated his earlier line “i’m not fuckin’ with you, i swear” as if HE was part of the grand reveal, but does this mean he was working with the ghosts(as in, somehow in death he realized they were right and joined them, or was just tortured into compliance or some such) or that his image was being worn around, but that’s NOT ACTUALLY HIM? is it maybe not his spirit/soul/whatever that we see, but instead another mirage sent to distress our leading lady?

why did they seem to be converting her/welcoming her into the family? why did they seem to have pulled the murdered girls into their fold as well? were they right all along, and not actually part of a cult but instead just... literally right and now others that die are realizing the same and joining them in death?

i understand that he said he “liked” loren’s father, that he said he would come back and take everything he loved. i even understand him coming back from hell to torment this girl. but then why act welcoming, and why would she begin singing their murder song in the final moments of her death?? unless the action wasn’t welcoming so much as simply claiming her... marking her in some fashion(or unless you believe she hallucinated the entire event, in which case the final scene probably IS her dying brain’s interpretation of “i have been claimed by these ghosts and am going to hell now and here is how they claim me, putting this sheet over my face to strip me of my identity”)

why did the Main Bad Dude say “just let me die”? is he suffering in hell too? is it not what he thought? why even come back in this specific manner, as this homeless man, why scream in fear when he sees his two dead family members as well as HIMSELF hanging in that isolation cell with bags on their heads? to get her attention? to scare her further?

did he come back ONLY to claim her in some fashion and bring the remaining living members of his family down for a road trip to hell?

WHEN DID ALL THIS TAKE PLACE????? because they say that monica young died A YEAR ago, which implies that the entire paymon police showdown only happened a year ago. but everybody ACTS like it’s been a long time, SHE acts like she last saw her father when she was young, why would she be so fuzzy about the details of a case that happened so recently(even if they didn’t tell the news everything)? plus, there needs to have been enough time for the paymons to get caught, commit suicide, people to start noticing the building being haunted, AND the police chief dude asking for a new building, AND for all his pleading to finally be heard, AND for the new building to be finished

and you’re tellin’ me they did that shit in ONE YEAR? but also marigold didn’t seem old enough to have been in isolation right next to the paymons if it had been a while ago(or at least like it’d be pushing it, age-wise) so it feels like NOTHING in this movie really tracks wrt timelines. the more i examine the timeline the less of a grip i have on it

was cohen evil or simply incompetent? was he in cahoots with the ghosts or was he simply a worthless human garbage sack who is literally responsible for the death of every single sanitation worker there and should be put on death row????? its one of those two. either hes evil cuz he works with ghosts or hes evil because he:

-learned that building was haunted

-pressured his superiors to get them a new building

-got MULTIPLE calls from his rookie(literally her first day on the job!!) stating that she was seeing things that werent there and that she wasn’t ok and she needed him to come down

-he responded with “ok well if i have to come down there Youre Fired”

-???? what. what did he fucking expect. her to Magically Stop Seeing Things(ghost-induced or not) through the Sheer Power of Fear Over Loosing Her Job????????????

i suppose it’s possible that the stuff about the building being haunted and the dude pressuring higher ups for a new one could’ve also not been a real conversation but he STILL got multiple calls from a rookie officer saying that she felt unsafe, wasn’t thinking clearly, needed help, and was seeing things(she literally said the words I’m Seeing Things) like dude. asshole. come the fuck on

and most importantly:: WHO WAS PHONE??????

i kid, i kid. all of this complaining aside, i genuinely enjoyed 99% of the film, and it even managed to scare me with a dollar store halloween mask on the back of a dude’s head. the ending is one that i cant honestly tell if i like or not, but i cant argue that it doesnt fit with the rest of the film. it was Good Movie i think maybe check it out sometime

#last shift tag #movies tag #i luv movies

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survivor-all-stars-blog · 8 years ago

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EP 9: “I'll Be a Fucking Pawn For Y'all If It Saves My Ass" - Carson

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK WHEN WILL THINGS ACTUALLY GO MY WAY? NEVER. :/

This sucks so much, y'all are awesome for getting Kait to her SECOND win.

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That could've been cleaner. Yikes.

This vote obviously put me in something of a weird position. I was never going to vote Kait because of our alliance. And yes, I firmly believe she'd side with me over the alleged Malay-cult. She and I have been closer than a lot of allies I've had in these games so far. We're in lockstep, we're keeping each other sane, and we're not even talking exclusively strategy. The best alliances are formed by people who like each other's outlooks and attitudes, right? That's me and Kait right now.

I was also never going to vote Jack or Lydia because of our awesome Thotse quad with Wes. And I was not likely to vote Steffen unless there was a critical mass going his way. That left us with Ruthie (immune,) Carson and Jakey (on Kabru with me.) So, shit.

Anyway, I told MJ I might try to protect Jake if I could because they both want to work together. But the momentum started swinging his way, and it became even more locked in when he started targeting Kait. His best play would've been to target Steffen or Carson, and even then I'm not sure he could've rallied the votes.

Not wanting to be totally screwed on Kabru after a blindside, I didn't really engage with Jake too much. He came to me asking me to vote with him, almost as a last resort I feel? We hadn't talked since the swap, and he only came to me at 6:30, even though I know for a fact he was talking with others throughout the day. He told me he had Ruthie, Jack and Steffen locked in. I knew the latter two just weren't true. So rather than give him false hope, I checked with the latter two that their votes hadn't changed, then told Jake the votes weren't as locked in as he thought.

And he, somewhat predictably, lost his shit. He didn't want to accept that, telling me that if I voted for him, he'd stay... that my vote was the difference maker... that I was too far up Kait's ass to see it... that I needed to grow a fucking backbone... that I'm pathetic.... that I'm terrible at the game...

Yeah, I've played enough games by now to know nothing good comes from engaging in someone who's resorting to personal shots. So I disengaged. And I think Jake may have forgotten there's a second game going on, in his blind rage? As a multiple-time pre-juror, I know for a fact that it's so not worth getting upset over. Shit happens, the game doesn't break your way. But attacking people over it accomplishes exactly nothing. From what I hear, it sounds like I got off easy too. Apparently he ripped hard into Carson, Kait, Lydia and Jack too.

I don't like when people are sore losers. I don't like when people go for personal shots in a game that's meant to be fun. But I especially don't like when people do both of the above to my friends. Fuck that noise. Any chance of me wanting to work with Jake on Kabru went out the window with that, and I'm sure he feels likewise based on that vote. If it makes sense, I might vote with him as a matter of necessity, but he's not long for this game if I have my say. Bye Felicia.

Normally I would've been more upset about the vote being delayed a few hours, but between the extenuating circumstances out of the hosts' control and the fact that Jake still would've been in the One World chat anyway, nothing noticeably changed. So, fuck it, what's two hours of waiting?

Anyway I like slither.io. It's not my best game, but I enjoy it. Can't wait to put up a high score and show Jake that he's not God's gift to competitions. "Oh mind you I’m the best competitor on this tribe. Not tooting my own horn, just looking back at past performances."??? Like, fuck you? One unnecessarily long endurance run in an early comp doesn't mean we should all just bow down to your *~clear challenge superiority~*. Different people are skilled at different things.

I'm so glad nobody responded to his diatribe in the OW chat. The last thing he needed was to be enabled. His perspective is just that – HIS perspective. It's clear he doesn't really have a grasp of how this game is playing out, or else he might not have been the one to go last night.

Gage is super duper cute! But he never responds to my messages, so I am super duper not happy about that! Like, Gage, please. C'mon, Gage. Get it together. C'mon. I sent him what I did in the adventure, and you know the response I got? It was a riveting, rambling silence. Like...? What!? Didn't Gage WIN once or something?? How did he manage that??? Did he sleepwalk there, or were the other people in the final tribal council just that bad? I am completely befuddled.

Oh MJ really just threw me under the bus eh? I can't believe I got the full Olympics experience in one night. Choke.

Oh not me getting one of the highest scores on both my tribes for a flash game!? What a foreign concept.

safe in both games, so i have time to work on RELATIONSHIPS and read my book on how to win survivor so i can win this!!!!

please help

mj and pat treating me like pawns for the adventure! love it.

ill be a fucking pawn for yall if it saves my ass but an idol or something WOULD be nice.

In other news, Jimmy is the bee's knees. Yes, he is! He is so very cool! Yes, he's hip!

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i think theres an imbalance of trust between mj and i.

i trust him wholeheartedly as hes my only close ally, but he sees me as expendable from what i get from our conversations. he barely responds and i obviously seem to be of lesser priority? but idk maybe im just paranoid, but im holding on for dear life

me pressuring mj into sending his screenshots of his latest chats and seeing almost all of them are about the game! how iconic.

LISTEN I REALLY WANNA KILL THE OA TONIGHT. LIKE I WANT OWEN TO LEAVE. i'm just in this STUPID FUCKENING SPOT in the middle of jenn and jimmy and LOGI-WAN????????? IS LEAKING SHIT TO JENN THAT I WANT JENN OUT ??? OR SOME SHIT LIKE WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT SDGJSDKLSD; GOD.

i have more to say but i will wait for after class but i'm still like i legit don't know what i wanna do

i'm gonna need a pair of cargo shorts for all the people logi-wan thinks i have in my pockets!!!

Sorry that I've been kinda AWOL but it's because I've been feeling pretty shitty about my position in the game as a whole. I'm very lucky to have Matt in the game who is always willing to have strategic conversations that I know will provide me with a secure outlet that's not going to make my position even worse. I told him I planned on making a fake idol but idk if I'll go ahead with exposing that I have an "idol" to my tribe due to current changes in circumstances that I'll talk about later. Jakey's exposing of the tight Malaysian core alliance has made them change their tune which I'm really happy about because I'm sure I'm the target tonight (thanks Owen, you suck), but thankfully Jimmy exists and wants to work with me to pull off some move because the Malaysian's are going whack and he is thankful I saved him all that time ago back in Easter Island? I- I didn't do that much except kill my own game but thank you for willing to switch shit up!

It looks like their might be a chance I will stay tonight, however there are several different stories being played out on this tribe. Logan told me flat out it's me. However Jimmy told me Logan approached him and Jenn to vote out Gage? I don't get why when clearly Gage showed him loyalty? I'm not complaining cuz it means the vote would not be on me. But I think it's gonna be on me since Jenn reassured that it probably was. So it would come down to MJ voting with Jenn/Jimmy over Owen/Logan. Alternatively I could be a total bitch and expose a plan if I'm totally unsure what to do, or 10 minutes before tribal I could post my fake messages and idol that I found to hopefully send them into a panic and switch their votes off me and onto someone not me. It's a tough position to be in cuz I don't want to reveal I've an idol and for it to backfire somehow, but also how it may look untrustworthy to my alliance if I "had" an idol and didnt "play" it. So hmm. I'm concerned because Gage seems to be going after Logan now but is trying to get Owen? I fear this is where it could blow up. 4 of these people are going to both tribals so it's a very tricky situation. If the plan falls apart, the votes might just all fall back onto me because I'm the "easy vote". I have to see what happens and make a calculated decision before tribal that will work in my favour.

It could be game over, or game on.

So like, I want Gage to go home. He is going to both tribals like Jenn, Jimmy, and Owen. Lydia and Owen are in the minority in Game B, so I'm thinking they're going to be easy boots because Gage is close to Kait. Well, I don't want that to happen, obviously. They're both my allies. But I'm also on good terms with Jenn and Jimmy, so I don't want them to go. Kait isn't an option because Kait isn't going to both tribals, and no one wants an angry, scorned Kait in the game. That's like leaving a provoked bear in the game. No thanks! Plus I'm good with her, too. That leaves Gage, and he made it super easy for me to want him gone by not speaking to me at all, lol. I sent you the receipts of my adventure, the least you can do is respond! Rude!!! Anyways, yeah, Gage should go. Also, he is trying to target me, I guess? Which is also not cool. Good Guy Gage is going down.

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WHOA I WON THAT IMMUNITY HUH!!!!!! im honestly not that worried if we lose just bc ik i have mj ruthie and matt on my side no matter what and that would at least tie it. but basically i tried to go on call with owen and kait to smooth over some relationships... i rly intended to work with owen if he would let me but he went and told kait the one piece of information i told him which was that i heard that lydia and kait made a deal to stay.. owen u rly know how to piss me OFF huh

i had a pretty good call with kait and i hope it was enough that if mj did keep me if we lose on tribe b, she wouldn't flip her shit and come after mj. mj is literally the saving grace of my game and ill do anything for him in this game. if that means i gotta be fake with kait and pretend like i wanna smooth things over and work together then ill do that. anyway ruthie is a legend and will win this season bookmark THAT

I've been laying SUPER low. Like, I apologized to Kait and told her I was close to voting her out because she scares me as a player or whatever, but that I really wanted to work with her because we didn't get a chance to work together in Trashy, and then I also threw in how my good friend Ashley Sarah liked playing with her so much when Kait was catfishing in Canaries and hopefully we bonded a bit. SHE FREAKING TERRIFIES ME but if working with her keeps me around longer, I'm all for it. I'm not going to try to make anymore big moves for awhile because as much as I want to, I don't want to piss off the rest of the people in the tribes.

My goal now is to stay close with Steffen, Steve and keep talking to Pat because he's just so nice. He's genuinely the nicest person playing in my opinion. I'm also going to stay close to Jakey, he's my number one, and I'm going to stay close to Carson as well, and just try to stay on his good side and stuff. I don't want to take Carson to the end, there is no way. As much as I love Steffen I'd rather not take him to the end either. Jakey I could see, going all the way with but we both have to stay in order for anything like that to actually happen.

I don't know if I made the right choice in putting my foot down about voting Jimmy over Gage. Every option seems bad in my opinion, but I think I've made it pretty clear I want Gage around, just to turn my back and vote him next time... I don't know. This will probably bite me in the ass somehow, like maybe Gage is lying to me and Lydia will end up going, or idk god knows what will happen....

Nobody has really talked to me since I went to dinner at 6:30... So part of me just feels like I'm getting clocked on both tribes. Either way, I guess I'll see what happens.

I don't want this to be the end, really, and I don't know if it's smart to try and take control in a game where everything spreads like fire and is painfully obvious. I just gotta keep crossing my fingers, huH!

Time off???? from this game????? A concept! I don't know what to do with my hands.

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gage is leaving????? maybe.... even tho i'd prefer owen leaving but... everything is so risky and shaky at this point im so KJDFHJKDHS NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

This may be my last confessional! I decided against playing the fake idol card because I didn't want it to blow up the plan currently in place. If it goes how I hope I should survive but I've still got low expectations. Secondly, I'm a bad explainer of things and I didn't want to get caught out and laughed at because I made a silly idol. It's a card I'll keep in my pocket if I survive. If not, I'll be thankful to those who tried to keep me in the game and I'll wish my allies luck in surviving. But fingers crossed and all the other stereotypical survival things to say. Lets goooooooo

I guess Gage is coming for me, so I had to switch my vote against him. If he knew how much I'd been doing to protect his ass, maybe he'd think differently.

It's a shame when people's stupid decisions prevent others from doing the right thing. Oh well! STUPID.

I had three calls the hour before tribal with Jenn, Lydia, and Owen and they were all concerned with getting Gage out, and then he gets voted out unanimously in both games. I'm glad all that time I spent trying to get him out wasn't wasted. Bye-bye, Gage! Don't target me next time, okay?

Whew I am so happy I survived but extremely sad that it came at Gage's expense. I really would've loved to work with him because he's honest, caring, charming etc. He's just a all round good guy and buddy. I'm also interested that suddenly I'm making a whole pack of new friends? Kait (although drunk) is talking to me for the first time since day 1 and secondly Owen has found his voice to chat to me! So I'm very interested to see what position this could put me in. I'm also shook that Matt thought my idol was real? I told him it was fake before I made it gdfihgkol. Maybe I should pull it out if it's convincing enough! Also I'm surprised Lydia came to me and goes "you're welcome". Um. I'm not sure you swung the vote on my tribe to Gage considering there was talk of it being him at lunchtime today? Like. I'm crediting Jenn and Jimmy for that one so sorry this isn't Port Royal and I'm a different player. Just cuz I'm in a shitty position doesn't mean I'm not beginning around for whatever scraps I can find. I HOPE this tribal is turning point for me, but you hosts are sending us all to tribal again so I'll probably get taken out as the easy vote, but I trust Jenn/Jimmy to at least tie it for us.

#confessionals #ivebeenbamboozled

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