Last Wishes
Title: Last Wishes
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/Unholy Union
Rating: R
Pairing: Bam/Ryan, Bam/Missy
Warning: Angst!
Disclaimer: Just the runnings on of my brain...
Word Count: 371
Summary: I did it all just for you...
Author's Note: Not a death fic, not really...
All the booze and all the drugs... no one saw them for what they really were... no one saw what I was actually hiding from. And, of course, not a single one of them judgmental fuckers could remember that night so long ago... that I’d held his near limp and ghostly pale body in my arms; brushing that greasy blonde hair off of his too red and too puffy face... Because, quite simply the assholes weren’t there. They. Weren’t. There.
That night he urged me to move on. No, wait... he fucking begged me. He even went as far as to suggest that I marry Missy and settle down. Me. Marry. Missy.
It didn’t end well.
Hell, we all get sick. We’re all fucking human. Didn’t he realize I’d have stuck with him through thick and thin? Shit, you could even say... for better or fucking worse. I wouldn’t have cared if he had a month to live or flipping decades... all I wanted to do was live through it... and see everything by his side. By. His. Side.
Did he think it was so god-damn easy to move on? That I could turn my feelings for him off like some light switch? ...feelings that had taken me years to come to terms with... Couldn’t he see that the last thing I wanted to do was give him up?
Fuck that he almost died. Fuck that he was so sick that we never went out together anymore. And fuck the fact that he was too blind to see I was head over heels in love with him. In. Love. With. Him.
He thought he was saving me. Saving me from unseen and unimaginable pain... That leaving me like he did... wasn’t the most unbearable ache I’d ever experienced...
And in the end, I did exactly what he fucking asked me too. In front of the whole god-damn world, I vowed myself to a woman I loved as a friend at most. His last wishes...
Or at least they were supposed to fucking be.
But, I ain’t mad at him. How the hell can I be? What shitty-ass mother fucker gets pissed because his best fucking friend isn’t dying?
...me, that’s who.
Fandom: Jackass/Viva La Bam/Unholy Union
Rating: R
Pairing: Bam/Ryan, Bam/Missy
Warning: Angst!
Disclaimer: Just the runnings on of my brain...
Word Count: 371
Summary: I did it all just for you...
Author's Note: Not a death fic, not really...
All the booze and all the drugs... no one saw them for what they really were... no one saw what I was actually hiding from. And, of course, not a single one of them judgmental fuckers could remember that night so long ago... that I’d held his near limp and ghostly pale body in my arms; brushing that greasy blonde hair off of his too red and too puffy face... Because, quite simply the assholes weren’t there. They. Weren’t. There.
That night he urged me to move on. No, wait... he fucking begged me. He even went as far as to suggest that I marry Missy and settle down. Me. Marry. Missy.
It didn’t end well.
Hell, we all get sick. We’re all fucking human. Didn’t he realize I’d have stuck with him through thick and thin? Shit, you could even say... for better or fucking worse. I wouldn’t have cared if he had a month to live or flipping decades... all I wanted to do was live through it... and see everything by his side. By. His. Side.
Did he think it was so god-damn easy to move on? That I could turn my feelings for him off like some light switch? ...feelings that had taken me years to come to terms with... Couldn’t he see that the last thing I wanted to do was give him up?
Fuck that he almost died. Fuck that he was so sick that we never went out together anymore. And fuck the fact that he was too blind to see I was head over heels in love with him. In. Love. With. Him.
He thought he was saving me. Saving me from unseen and unimaginable pain... That leaving me like he did... wasn’t the most unbearable ache I’d ever experienced...
And in the end, I did exactly what he fucking asked me too. In front of the whole god-damn world, I vowed myself to a woman I loved as a friend at most. His last wishes...
Or at least they were supposed to fucking be.
But, I ain’t mad at him. How the hell can I be? What shitty-ass mother fucker gets pissed because his best fucking friend isn’t dying?
...me, that’s who.