i thought you had left forever

scully-loves-ruthie  asked:

11 for the writing prompts

“You’re a monster.”

Took forever to answer and think about. Hope it is okay. I live for iwtb era angst. Tagging @today-in-fic .

I did not remember when it happened. It had been so long. I thought we were getting better. I honestly allowed myself to believe that. We were better. After our trip to St. Martin, there was a little light come back into our lives.

I told him I was going to be late from the hospital that night. I left him a voicemail. I texted him twice, even though I knew he doesn’t use his phone like that. I debated emailing him as well, just to cover my basis, short using carrier pigeons or a messenger. Who am I kidding? He would probably shoot the messenger on sight in lieu of the old age adage of “Trust no one.”

Shit. I barely wondered if he trusted me anymore.

I’ve been down this road before. You remember me telling you about Diana Fowley?

I know it’s been years ago but the hurt is still there. I never want to feel like that again. It was beginning to feel like that again before the FBI came knocking on our door, asking for his help in exchange for his freedom.

His freedom.

It’s been a month and what has that gotten me? Nothing. I feel like he keeps himself locked back up in that corner office even more now. Hell, the beard is coming back. I’m sick of the fucking beard.

I thought things would be different. We could build an actual life together. Both of our names on the house and on the car. I know I haven’t talked about marriage, but maybe he would ask the question again and I would say yes. I will say yes. I’m tired of being life partners. I want to get married. File a joint tax return. Get a golden lab and he can build that white picket fence. Actually being normal and happy.

But no. I haven’t felt this alone in a long time.

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anonymous asked:

Congratulations on your engagement Felix I'm so happy for you

Thanks!!!

The weird thing for me is…

it’s not the person I thought it would be for most of my life. My first girlfriend- well, I guess, but we also agreed to get married…

She basically left me at the altar.

She was about to live with me forever. I had a friend two hours away. We were in a long distance relationship, and he was going to bring her to me.

She refused at the last second. Literally had someonw ready to pick her up and she just…. broke down.

….It hurt a lot and it still hurts, but Jessa (my current fiancee) and I were also in a relationship at the time because poly, and you know what? If she bailed like that, she probably would have hurt me here anyways.

4:18

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Part 2

  Harry Styles was the clingy type of boyfriend. When the nights came that you were finally able to share the same bed, Harry would sleep with an arm draped over you. During the night, the heat would make you want to pry his arm off of you, but every time, he would wake up and put his arm over you once again. He’d never tell you the reason why, but it was due to paranoia. Paranoid that one day you’ll be tired of having to sneak around, of having your relationship hidden, of not being able to show the world, how much you both loved each other. He felt that if you were to leave him, you would do it in the middle of night. He knew that even in your most selfish moment, you would think of him and not be able to let him see you walk away. Therefore, he never let you go.

  One night, many thoughts roamed your head. Fans were beginning to speculate about your relationship, and as much as you loved Harry, you knew that when the date came to go public, you would not be able to handle the new found attention. As you kept on thinking, the clock kept on ticking, and Harrys’ hold kept getting stronger. The hold that once made you feel at home, began to feel uncomfortable. Those arms weren’t only yours, they belong to millions of fans as well. Fans who would not welcome you. Whose words were capable of taking away those arms from you.

 Suddenly feeling overwhelmed by those thoughts, you’d try to release yourself from his hold, and Harry kept waking up, securing his hand around you once again. It went on for about an hour, going from every twenty minutes, to every ten, to every five. Neither of you were getting the sleep you needed, and by four o’clock, you were fed up with it. His hold was suffocating you, and one last time you’d try to pry his hand off, and that time he did not put them back on you. You turned around to face him, to study his features, knowing this would be the last time you’d be able to see them up close. Moving with what was probably the grace of a predator, you got out of bed, quickly and quietly, trying to not wake Harry up, not knowing he was up with you.

  Feeling the bed move, Harry woke up, thinking his worst nightmare was actually happening. You were going to leave him. When he saw you enter the restroom, he quickly sat up, not daring to move. You’d be able to hear any sudden movements, seeing as it was early in the morning. He kept trying to think of different ways to convince to stay. They ranged from “First thing in the morning, i’m going to go up to the management, and tell them we want to go public” to literally begging on his knees “I’m sorry, angel! We’ll find a way, I promise.” He wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to say, but he didn’t care. He was simply desperate to get you to stay with him.  

  You were sitting on the bathroom floor, reading the letter you had wrote months back, not believing that a day would come when you would actually use it. You smiled as you read your letters vividly remembering the events you wrote on it, when you heard sniffles coming from inside your room. As quietly as you could, you got up from the bathroom floor, and tried to quietly walk back, when suddenly, the lights came on. There, in front of you, stood Harry, with puffy green eyes, the ones that you had fallen in love with, and a red nose. His watery eyes met yours, his mouth moved, but all you were able to make out was “please… I love you… you’re the best thing to ever happen to me… I love you.” Harry kept mumbling things after, but you were unable to make out half of what he was saying.

 Harry was a mess, he knew it. But seeing you calmly staring back at him, made him become even more heartbroken, knowing that no matter what he said, he would no longer be able to change his mind. Turning away to wipe his tears, a black object in the closet caught his attention, your suitcase. The suitcase he bought you when you went on your first ever trip together. The suitcase that you brought when you moved in to his house, the one that had become yours and his home. Harry could not believe an object that once held some of the happiest memories of your relationship, could now hold the saddest memory… the ending. He saw you walk up to it, and he quickly tried to snatch the handle from your grip, only to loose his footing, and ultimately fall down.

 You saw Harry lying across the floor, and as much as you wanted to help him up, you knew that whatever he told you next, would cause you to stay. Knowing that staying here would only bring you harm, you grabbed the handle, and started to walk out the door, when you heard Harry say, “I love you, isn’t that enough?” Not being able to look Harry in the eye, you shook your head, and left the room, leaving the note in the bathroom, and ignoring his pleas for you to stay with him.

 Harry cried for what felt like hours. And once he finally decided to get up from the floor, he noticed he had slept with the watch that you had given him on his last birthday. The watch had been gifted as a joke, as Harry would say that time would stop when he was around you. You had told him that with that watch he would be able to see how time would keep ticking and it would show that no matter how much time would pass, you would still be by his side. That watch had been the first thing to come in contact with the floor, causing it to break and forever read the same time, 4:18 a.m.

 You left him at 4:18 a.m.


A/N: Hi guys! This is my first one shot, and hopefully the first of many! I originally submitted this story to another blog ( @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy ) and i decided to post it, and begin writing other fan fiction. Please let me know what y’all thought :)

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The Secret Book Club Part 4

Originally posted by the-lokis-queen

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: FLUFF, DEATH BY FLUFFY FLUFFY BUNNIES

Words: 1518

Prompt: LOKI X READER WHO SHARE BOOKS AND READ TO EACHOTHER AND LOTS OF FLUFF HHH THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE PLEASE

Authors Note: THE FLUFFS HERE! Not the longest update cause I’ve been soooo tired pulling long shifts at work, but it’s here and I wanted to end it there before I got to the *wink* OTHER STUFF *wink*. So yeah, not the end! SO not the end!

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I’ll Keep You Safe // A Stiles Stilinski AU

Collab with @sarcasticallystilinski

Prompt: What if you had a countdown on your arm telling you exactly who you’re going to lose next?

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Male on Female), Virginity Loss, Skinny Dipping, Swearing, and So much fucking angst. Make sure you have tissues ready. 

Word Count: 12,271 

Song: I’ll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last

A/N: This is without a doubt one of the best fics Hayley and I have ever written. Not just as a collab, but amongst our own works as well. We are both so fucking in love with this story and I hope you guys love it as much as we do. Words cannot explain how amazing and beautiful this fic is to me.

If you are the kind of person who enjoys reading bubbly love stories with happy endings than I must advice you now that this story is not one of those. Because I am about to tell you the story of two lovers so addicted to each other and so connected to the other that they cheated death itself — only to be struck by another wave of agonizing tragedy instead.

Y/N Y/L/N and Stiles Stilinski were the two greatest lovers time and the universe have ever witnessed… and that drove them insane. Jealousy taking over both of their features, the universe did everything it could to separate the two until finally time found a vicious way to win. How could they have known a force so much stronger and so much darker than the incredible love they shared had begun to take over?

It didn’t matter how hard they tried to fight back nor how much they begged time for mercy, their destinies were already paved. All they could do was accept its path and believe in the quote life had beautifully taught them:

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.

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a letter to everyone who’s ever hurt me;

i am so god damn tired of hearing “you did nothing wrong, you deserve better, you deserve so much love, i don’t deserve you.” it is engraved in my fucking head. i want to rip out my teeth and slam them into your heart so you know how it feels to cough up broken pieces of a person you once loved. because you shoved all of these words down my throat and i was convinced, maybe for once, someone felt it too. it’s like putting money in a machine, fuel me and make me work and I’ll confine to your needs. give me happiness and I’ll give you all my love. with one smile i will give you my ribs, with one touch, one call, i will personally rip my heart out with my bare hands and place it right into yours and I’ll do you a favor and ignore your trembling hands and instead, I’ll shoot you with a, “hey, how ya doing? haven’t talked to you in a while!” text cause i have never been one for subtlety or expressing how i feel. “im sorry. you deserve more, you don’t deserve that, you deserve so much love!” then why does this keep happening to me? if i deserve more, why is all of my love one sided? unrequited? why is my heart layered in stitches and still im the one who always gives. if you are so sorry why in the fuck do you keep letting me crash and burn? why in the fuck did you think it was okay to tell me you loved me and then not speak a word to me for three fucking months? i have always been one to remember everything and i remember the way your lips felt on mine for the very first time and how i was so in shock i couldn’t even kiss back but i swear to fucking god i felt my veins turn into fireworks and my body into a land mine and with one more touch i thought that i just mightve exploded and jesus fuck i don’t even know how you feel and i have destroyed myself pondering over it and they tell you that their touch means forever but all i can think about is you telling me i deserve better but if i deserve so much more why will no one reach out and give it to me? i am choking on water and drowning in my own house because i gave you the key and i trusted you with all i had but when you walked away you left the faucets on and i wondered why i just couldn’t stop crying. i think you slammed the door too hard, i think my water bill is too high, i don’t even bother to wipe my eyes because all i can think about is your smile and how it made me feel like i was finally safe but all i ever am is somewhere for people to go when they need to take refuge, and i am never a permanent home, just a quick little stop, a let’s take a break, unwind and ruin the foundation kind of stop. an “oh its okay it’ll only hurt a bit” kind of stop, an “i love you.” kind of stop but i always love more, so can you stop? i can’t stop bleeding, i can’t stop scratching myself raw, i can’t stop screaming because all i am good for is always loving more and i am so beyond tired of hearing how i deserve better, maybe i don’t want better, maybe i am ready for a fight, maybe i am fragile and gentle and cry all the time over the smallest thing because one bad thing just sends my heart crumbling but i want a love that rips me apart and maybe im already in pieces but i really wouldn’t mind if you turned me black and blue because i swear to god, no matter what, im always going to love more so i might as well just see how much i can take before i collapse on the floor and i am so tired of always being the one with the brave face and im tired of forgiving without even a slight trace of an apology and i don’t even give a shit that you don’t talk to me anymore because maybe i did deserve more and maybe i finally found it but im afraid this fire is unrequited too and i am so tired of burning one second and being ice cold the next and all i need is consistency but i get summer days filled with winter nights and i am sorry for always loving more. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen but we all know that is a god damn lie because my hearts already prepped and ready for the next gaping chest i see. // i think that’s my problem, im always one to give without them even asking for anything but i cannot stop stitching up soldiers in a war i wasn’t even drafted in.

brokegirlsgang  asked:

First of all,,, I love your writing so much HOLY SHIT second,,, can you write something where the losers are at a party and someone flirts with Eddie and Richie gets jealous and things,,,,,,,,,, happen

I really wanted to write something where one of them got drunk so I went with this one. big warning on this one there’s some non-con stuff because one participant is quite drunk (don’t worry it’s not between Richie and Eddie). Enjoy. 


Eddie wasn’t the biggest party person. He was usually to focused on school stuff to know where the next frat party was. The only times he really went was when Bev and Richie talked everyone else into going. Then he would tag alone, have a few drinks and forget about the papers and lab reports he had to write.

This was one of those nights. Bill had texted him at around 7 saying there was a party at one of Bev’s friend’s places and that they were going if he wanted to come.

He looked up at the half written essay proposal he was working on and texted Bill back asking for the address.

Eddie stood in the kitchen of the large two-story house. He was on his fourth or fifth drink and had a pretty decent buzz going.

He had arrived at the party with the rest of the Losers. After each of them were on their third drink they wandered away from each other. This was usually how they did parties. they’d show up together, stick around for a while and then separate. And unless there were certain circumstances, they would always make sure to leave together though.

It had been a while since Eddie had seen any of them. The last he remembered was Bev who had left to go for a smoke around 30 minutes ago. He turned to look out the window over the kitchen counter at the backyard. There were definitely more people here then Eddie had expected.

He mixed himself another drink and checked his phone for any new messages.

As he looked down at his phone he felt a pair of arms snake there way around his waist. Eddie smiled and lazily leaned back against the body behind him. He figured it was Richie who tended to get pretty cuddly when he drank, not that Eddie ever complained about it.

Eddie slid his phone into his pocket and chugged half of his drink. Richie’s hand’s spread over his stomach and pulled Eddie closer to him. Eddie spun around in the other boy’s arms.

“Hey, Rich, What’s…You’re not Richie.” He stopped and look up at Not Richie confused.

“You’re not who I was looking for either, but I’m okay with that.” The guy responded, leaning his head closer to whisper into Eddie’s ear.

Eddie’s cheeks were already red from the drinking but the shade darkened at the other boy’s comment.

The guy had one hand placed on the counter beside Eddie and the other on Eddie’s waist, completely crowding around him.

“So what’s your name beautiful.” He slurred into his ear. Eddie smiled up at him.

“E-Eddie.” He responded, turning his head to take a sip of his drink. Eddie was hardly ever the focus of someone’s attention. Mostly it was just Richie, who did it as a joke.

Eddie found out that the guy’s name was Jeff and he was a kinesiology major. Eddie stayed with him for almost an hour, drinking and talking.

At some point Eddie had gotten tired of standing and hopped up to sit on the counter, Jeff moved to stand in-between his legs. As soon as Eddie would finish a drink, Jeff would reach behind Eddie, to the counter and grab him another. Eddie was pretty sure he had had a little too much to drink, but accepted every drink he was offered, trying not to be rude.

Another half an hour passed and Eddie could feel his head and eye’s starting to droop shut. Jeff was whispering something into his ear, something about going upstairs, and Eddie was really tempted to go. Jeff ran his hands down Eddie’s sides and rested them on his thighs. He squeezed, unknowingly pressing Eddie phone into his leg.

“Wa…wait, I… I gotta check, my um phone.” Eddie mumbled, clumsily reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. Jeff pressed kisses to his neck as Eddie clicked his phone on and squinted at the bright screen.

The screen was slightly blurring but Eddie could make out that he had a lot of missed calls and texts. He held his thumb on the home button and unlocked it. he had 40 missed text messages. 5 from Bev, 6 from Bill, 3 from Ben and 26 from Richie.

Bill- Hey, where are you?

Bev-  Hey Eddie, did you leave?

Richie- Eds?

Richie- R U okay?

Richie- ???

Eddie scrolled through the notification. Also seeing he had 15 missed calls. Mostly from Richie as well.

Eddie swiped over to the missed calls and pressed Richie’s name. he held the phone up to his ear, pressing the cold screen up against his hot cheek. Before the phone had even rang once, Richie picked up.

“Eddie, where the hell are you!” He yelled, sounding extremely worried. Eddie’s head lulled to the side, away from Richie’s loud voice.

“Richiieeee, don’t…yell at me.” He whined into the receiver. Jeff’s hands moved from his thighs up under his shirt and dug into his waist. “stop, that tickles.” Eddie giggled. Wrapping his arm around Jeff’s shoulder and leaning into him.

“Stop what, Eddie, where are you?” Richie said, he wasn’t yelling anymore but the concern in his voice had doubled.

“Kitchen.” He hiccupped out. “I made a friend.” He pulled the phone away from his cheek and stared when he heard the sound of Richie hanging up. He pouted and snuggled his head deeper into Jeff’s shoulder.

It was approximately ten seconds until Eddie felt Jeff being yanked away from him. He looked up confused and saw Jeff on the floor with Richie and Bev standing above him. Bev was yelling something at Jeff and holding Richie back. Richie was also yelling and looked like he was ready to kill someone. Jeff stood from the ground and got into Richie’s face, joining in on the screaming.

Eddie couldn’t understand what they were saying but he heard the words drunk and assumed they were talking about him.

“HEY.” He called out, leaning forward to drop off of the counter and stand.

“I CAN SPEAK…FOR MY SEL- “Eddie went to take a step forward but he head decided to do a summersault. He swayed forward and almost fell over. He would have gone down but Richie had grabbed onto his arm and pulled him to his chest.

Eddie’s head spun and he gripped onto Richie’s shirt.  

Mike, Bill, Stan, and Ben had shown up and Mike pushed his way beside Bev, putting himself between Richie and Jeff. Bill and Stan grabbed Richie and pulled him, along with Eddie out of the Kitchen and into the front yard.

Richie was basically supporting all of Eddie’s weight as they walked. He was still seething.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” Eddie heard him mutter under his breath. Stan and Bill held onto Richie’s shoulders until they were outside.

“Let go, I’m fine.” He yelled yanking his arms out of Stan and Bill’s hands. Richie wrapped his arm around Eddie shoulder and pulled him closer.

“I’m taking him home.” He grumbled not looking at anyone and pulling Eddie towards the sidewalk.

They walked for a few minutes. Richie’s mouth was in a hard line and he refused to speak. Eddie was leaning hard against Richie’s side, he held himself up with his hand holding on to Richie’s shirt.

“I’m sorry…” Eddie mumbled into his chest. His still drunk brain unable to connect why Richie was so mad at him.

Richie didn’t respond for what seemed like forever to Eddie.

“You can’t do stuff like that Eds” Richie finally said softly. Pulling him closer. “We were so worried. We thought you’d left with someone.” He finished quietly.

The cold air had sobered Eddie up slightly, not totally but enough to push away and stand on his own.

“Why would that be such a bad thing. I am allowed to sleep with people Richie, is it so crazy that someone wanted to have sex with me!” Eddie was kind of offended. It was never a big deal when Mike or Bill went off with someone they had meet at a party. Why was everyone freaking out so much about him?

“Eddie. You can’t disappear for two fucking hours without telling anyone where you are.” Richie breathed out trying not to get mad again. He grabbed Eddie’s arm and pulled him along the sidewalk, towards Eddie and Stan’s place.

“why do you care so much.” Eddie pulled his arm away again. He stared up at him. Richie spun around and grabbed both of Eddie’s shoulders.

“Because I care about you, you Idiot.” Eddie reeled back and stared up at Richie as he yelled. They stared at each other. Neither moving for a solid minute. Eddie swayed closer to Richie.

Richie sighed and moved away, grabbing on to Eddie’s arm again and pulling him down the sidewalk, Eddie silently going along with him this time.

They didn’t stop until they were in front of Eddie’s apartment. Richie held out his hand for the keys and Eddie pulled them out of his pocket and handed them over without saying anything. Richie brought Eddie to his room, both still not saying anything.

Richie sat him on his bed. He grabbed a spare shirt and pajama shorts and placed them on the bed beside him.

“I’m going to wait outside okay?” He said softly and walked out of the room. He closed the door behind him and sighed, walking to the kitchen to grab a cup of water.

He walked back and lightly knocked on the door.

“You done?” he called into the room. There was a silent pause.

“…I need help…” Eddie called quietly from behind the door.

Richie took a deep breath and opened the door.

Eddie was sitting on the bed; he had managed to change his pants but his shirt was tangled around him. He looked up at Richie defeated.

Richie hid a smile and dramatically sighed walking up to Eddie, placing the glass of water on the side table.

“What would you do without me.” He grabbed the hem of Eddie shirt and untangled it.

Eddie grabbed onto Richie’s hand once his shirt was on right and brought it up to his face. He leaned his cheek into Richie’s hand and pressed kisses to the side of it.

Richie stared down at him, his mouth open slightly. He shook his head and pulled his hand away. Placing his hand on Eddie’s head and ruffling his hair around.

“Get some sleep Ed’s” He smiled down at him and turned to leave, Eddie’s hand reached out and grabbed on to Richie’s shirt.

“Don’t go.” He said looking up at Richie. “Please don’t go.”

Richie looked down at him and sighed. He sat down on the bed beside Eddie and pushed him over. Eddie sat up and waited for Richie to lay down before snuggling into his chest. Richie lay with his arm under Eddie’s head, holding him close.

Eddie fell asleep murmuring apology’s against Richie’s chest.

Richie didn’t sleep at all that night.


I’m thinking of doing the morning after but I’m not to sure. 

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Can I Be Her - (Tom Holland AU )Part 2

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I please get an imagine where the reader is best friends with Tom and Harrison but loves Tom. The reader is witnessing Tom fall in love with Zendaya and tries to forget about Tom but can’t. In the end, Tom ends up having a serious relationship with Zendaya and Tom and the reader fall apart. You can decide the end but I want it to be a sad ending. I’m sorry if it’s complicated or just plain stupid. Thank you.

Warnings: fluff, sad, happy ending

Word Count: 1,106

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/N: Hope you like it : )

(Alternate Ending Here!) ~Masterlist~

You didn’t know what to feel. You were numb all over. You got your answer, but it wasn’t what you had expected it to be. Tom choose Zendaya and that was final. You and Tom lost what you thought was a never ending friendship. You lost touch over a years time. You completely isolated yourself. You didn’t want to let anyone in, afraid you’d feel that heart wrenching pain that Tom left you in. The only person that you could only let in was Harrison. At least he had the decency to mend your broken heart, while the rest of your friends encouraged Tom and Zendaya’s relationships, not bothering to check up on you to see if you were okay.

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@majamy03 OKAY (spoiler warning???)

FIRST OF ALL, the Joker was written in a way that made him so obviously a gay character, at least if you ask me, and the hero/villain relationship between Batman and the Joker was treated like they were a couple

The entire plot happens because it’s all Joker trying to make Batman acknowledge their relationship and admit there’s something special between them

Literally all of Joker’s motivation to do what he does is to make Batman think of him the same way he thinks of him

He literally “breaks up” with Batman at one part because Batman wouldn’t say “I hate you too” when Joker said “I hate you, now, you say it”.

Istg Batman made him cry like, 3 times because he kept rejecting him

Theres a really gay, sunset scene with them at the end too tho where Batman finally admits he feels the same way. As this sun is setting dramatically they have this entire “I hate you” “I hate you more” “I hate you most” “I hate you forever~” thing.
(Since its a hero/villain dynamic they say I hate you instead of I love you but it’s still said in this stupid, loving tone that murders my soul)

just good golly man.

Batman lovingly tapping Joker’s chin and saying something like “I’ll see you around” almost killed me?

Also Robin, before he knew Bruce Wayne and Batman were the same person, thought he had TWO dad’s and was super excited about it which was precious as hell

“Please don’t leave,” he said.
I tried my best to stay but my heart could only take so much. 
His tears were rolling down his face. Like a child I tried to make things light. I cracked a few jokes. For I just wanted him to smile again ,even for the slightest second. But he ended up giving a half meant smirk. So I grabbed my things out the door. And I definitely knew this was goodbye.
But before I left the porch, I stared into his eyes. A pool of sorrow I will forever recognize. As I left he had one last appeal for me. And with a heavy heart I looked at him. 
“I will always love you,” he said.
I then saw my tears kiss the floor. So I slowly walked away from him. “ I’m sorry,“I replied. He nodded as he picked up his heart and left. And at the airport , I wondered if I made the right choice.
She told me that there was a note for me, that was left behind
She had left it there waiting, for such a long time
I was inclined to ask about it but she brought it up first
I saw a tear swelling up in her eye, and then she cursed
She told me where the letter was and I started thinking the worst
Reversed my position, stepped over and opened the door
And sure enough there was an envelope with my name on the floor
“Nobody loves you more than me carino” is what the letter said

“By the time you get to read this, I’ll probably be dead
But when you left in ‘97 a part of me went to Heaven
I thank God at least I got to know what love really was
But it hurt me, to see what true love really does
‘Cause even though we never made love, you were all that there was
It was because I loved you so much that I had to make you leave
You made me doubt the way I thought, you made me want to believe
And then I slipped up, and I let you get close to me
It was hard to not be openly when people spoke to me
This was not the way I thought my life was supposed to be
Baby don’t you see, I had a blood transfusion that left me with HIV
Hoped the end exists for me since late in 1993
I died a virgin, I wish I could’ve given myself to you
I cried in the hospital because there was no one else but you
Promise that you’ll meet me in paradise inevitably
No matter what, I’ll keep your love forever with me”



What happened for the rest of the day is still a blur
But I remember wishing that I was dead, instead of her
She was buried on August 3rd
The story ends without a sequel
And now you know why Technique, don’t fucking fall in love with people
Hold the person that you love closely if they’re next to you
The one you love, not the person that’ll simply have sex with you
Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond
'Cause you never really know what you got, until it’s gone
—  You Never Know by Immortal Technique
Diss track // Simon Minter Imagine

Summary: JJ made a diss track where he said something he shouldn’t have.

A/n: I LOVE THIS! Oh my I can’t tell you how much fun @blueminter and I had writing this! For the 11614846651 time, thank you so much for doing this Mel, I love you. For those of you who don’t know this, Mel basically wrote all those amazing bars! Everyone go tell the Sidemen they need to hire her for their diss tracks! Anyway I hope you like it!

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“Hey babe”, my boyfriend Simon called me. “Have you seen JJ’s diss track yet?” he asked. With JJ leaving the Sidemen, Ethan and Harry had released a diss track. And to be honest, they were fire. Jide coming back at them was thus no surprise. “No, no I haven’t yet. I was actually just about to though, why?”, I questioned. “Well we’re all going to watch it together and react to it and I thought I’d be nice for you to be here too?” “Oh yeah, nice. I’ll be there in five”, I beamed.

The Sidemen house was only a few blocks away so I decided to walk there. When I got to the door, my boyfriend was already waiting for me. He kissed my lips softly as a hello. We went to the kitchen where all the other guys were already waiting. I quickly hugged them all and we sat down to film.

“Hey guys! As you all may know, JJ just released his diss track. So we’re going to watch it and react to it”. The track had a good beat to it, but the lyrics weren’t that great. JJ started off with Ethan, as expected.

Yow Ethan do you still the stairs cause you better roll down every pair, WOT?!

Ethan paused the video. “And there we go with the fat jokes!”, he laughed. Josh added; “Fat joke here, fat joke there”. “You’ve got the best fat joke of the year!”, I cheered, earning a laugh from the guys. “Don’t be surprised Ethan,” Simon stated, “She’s had your track on on repeat”. “Hey! Don’t judge me. It’s absolute fire”, I laughed. Ethan gave me a fist bump and Simon continued the video.

Now for Simon. Clearly opposites attract cause you’re too skinny and your girl’s too… Ha you know it.

At that moment, my heart dropped. I never considered myself fat, but I always felt self-conscious about it. So hearing it from someone else was quite a shock. Especially in front of all the guys. No one seemed to notice my discomfort, since they just kept watching and commentating.

I had no idea what was being said or done, because I was so caught up in my thoughts. Was JJ right? Am I too fat? Does Simon think I’m too fat? Maybe he’s only with me because he pities me? Oh god, I was starting to feel sick.

Luckily the video didn’t take much longer. Josh and Harry were still discussing how often JJ implied that Ethan was fat, when Simon asked me what I thought about it. “Uhm, yeah I think it wasn’t that bad”, I lied. Apparently, I wasn’t that great at lying, since he shot me a worried look. I didn’t want to talk about it, so I just ignored it.

Simon quickly did his outro, with Ethan warning JJ for his second verse. When all the cameras were turned off, Tobi asked if they could get a take-away pizza for dinner, to which all the guys cheered. I politely declined, knowing that I probably shouldn’t eat pizza if I was planning on losing weight. My boyfriend again looked worriedly at me.

“Hey”, I nudged Simons side, “Could I maybe take a shower?”. “Yeah of course! You want me to join”, Simon smirked. “No no not with the guys here. I’ll be fine on my own”. “Your loss”, he said and kissed me.

I ran up the stairs to Simons bathroom. I stayed here so often that I had all my own stuff in there. When I was about to hop in the shower, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. I looked at myself, mentally pointing out everything I hated. And before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face.

I quickly washed myself to try and forget about everything for a second. But when I went to Simons room after I was all cleaned up, I started thinking again. What if Simon doesn’t love me anymore? Does he really think I’m too fat?

I didn’t hear him come in, so I screamed a little when he hugged from behind. “Hello beautiful”, Simon laughed. “Hi”, I mumbeled. He started kissing me. First my cheek, my jaw, my neck, my shoulder, my collarbone. His touches were full of love, but I didn’t feelt it. All because of JJ. I kept hearing his words, over and over again.

Eventually Simon noticed something was really off. “Hey Y/N/N, what’s going on?”, he whispered. I just shook my head. “Y/N please. Don’t do this to me. Don’t shut me out. I know something’s wrong. Just talk to me, love”. I sighed. “Do you think I’m fat?”, I said no louder than a whisper. Simons eyes immediately grew. “What? Where is this coming from?”.

“Never mind. Just forget about it”, I said quickly, regretting my decision to speak up about my thoughts. “No Y/N, I can’t just forget about that! Is it because of JJ? Because of what he said in his diss track?”, he asked.

The fact that I didn’t respond and couldn’t even look at him, was answer enough for him. “Y/N listen to me. JJ only said that to get a reaction out of me, okay? You are not fat. Far from even. You are the most beautiful, happy, bright, funny, smart, talented person I know. And I love you more than anything in the world, okay? So don’t you ever dare to think that you’re not perfect, because you are”.

“I’m sorry”, I sniffed, looking at the ground. Simon placed his hand on my chin and tilted my head so I was looking in his eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. JJ on the other hand… You know what? I’ve got an idea”, Simon smirked. He quickly explained his plan to me. “Simon you don’t have to do that. It’s fine”, I said once he had finished. “Oh no Y/N/N, I do need to do that. And you’re going to help me. He does not know what’s coming for him”, he laughed.

Two days later everything was ready to get the plan going. All the remaining Sidemen were there, in a car park getting ready to start recording. “Okay guys, is everyone ready? Then let’s go!”, Simon said, making everyone cheer. “3,2,1 ACTION”.

“Yow Jide. You thought we’d let you do this? You thought wrong mate and now you’re on your own. You said you had a storm coming? Well get ready cause we’re bringing you A FUCKING HURRICANE!”

Simon: Hey Jide I thought we were mates but guess what now we ain’t. If opposites attract then you and me would be good and that’s a fact. You call my girlfriend fat but have you ever looked at yourself? Man. She is my queen. You? You’re still thirteen, always dressed up for halloween…You act like a teen, you’ll light up like gasoline when you hear this fire coming at you through the fucking screen.

Ethan: Maybe I’m fat but at least I’ve got some brain cells, yours are rotten, so maybe that’s why you smell. You had a tongue twister in your rap but fam, how long did it take you to record that, man? Forget squirrel or rolls Royce, all that comes out your mouth is ‘more vag!’ You incompetent fuck, just learn how to read, and then maybe you’ll be able to drive at the right speed

Josh: So you left the Sidemen, the stacks you made are crumblin. Yeah you’ll be tremblin, struggelin, tumbelin, stumbelin without us right by your side. I’ve taken over your room whilst you’re in LA causing a baby boom, but just remember I will be daddy forever, there’s no way you can take that from me too.

Harry: It’s like you decided overnight, but leaving the Sidemen is just not alright. Thought you had a chance with my sister? Well now you’re never gonna be her mr. You’re too old anyway that soon, like your channel, your hair will fade to grey.

Tobi: See I’m the original team skrrr but not when it comes to you. I can’t tell if it’s humor but hell I don’t like your tattoos. You’re acting a little bit new yet you still send emails with yahoo. Now you’ve got a new girl but tell me, am I having deja vu? You were talking about Seana like last week, that shits antique, but I bet this new girl is just as 'unique’

Vik: You say I’m good with blocks but guess what? Now I’m blocking you. My head is square but mate, have you looked at WillNE too? No of course you haven’t, you only look at the girls you’re banging, call me savage, but I think you need to use family planning.

Y/N: So JJ, it was nice knowing you, and it was nice seeing you so relevant here on YouTube. Call me fat all you want but man look at you, could use a little bit of Facetune, photoshop just won’t do, you’re doing this just for the views so let’s stay cool. Don’t get yourself into this, I don’t really know what your purpose is, but I guess you need your stacks n that, but next time, don’t just say that I’m fat.

Strangers (fuckboi!Peter Parker x Reader)

Anonymous asked: do you do song requests?? b/c I’d love to see you write one based off halsey’s “strangers” with bucky or peter parker!! (it’s ok if you don’t tho!!!) thanks, love :)

Summary: fuckboi! Peter Parker gets a taste of his own medicine when he falls hard, for the one girl he’s never had.

Warnings: Language, implied smut

Word Count: 921

A/N: Ok, so I was gonna wait to post this later, but now I’m just like frick this, so yeah! Lyrics placed in text, to give background on Peter’s feelings/thoughts, as song fics go - this is my first one, so cut me some slack since it kinda really sucks imo :/ enjoy & let me know what you think, as always, comments/asks are deeply appreciated!!!

Originally posted by spderman

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Smut TFLN! Where he’s on tour and he misses her and ya know :) thank you love!

Thanks for the request, sweets! Hope it’s alright! (And I’m sorry this took forever and a day)

Warning: NSFW, like, it’s filthy

(Images are not mine, I had to search the depths of tumblr hell to find them) 

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the merciless flaw | one

pairing: sehun x reader
genre: soulmate!au, fluff, series
summary: the clock counts down the years, days and hours left until your being will be smudged from existence. not wiped, but smudged, because you will be remembered by your saviour; your soulmate

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

10 years 38 days 16 hours

Personally, you hated it. The clock never matched your taste, some might call it pretentious because what was the point in glorifying the clock counting to your possible death by having it look easy on the eyes? 

You remembered the day you realised it was there, how old were you? Five? Maybe six? Rolling your eyes at yourself, you realised it didn’t matter, you had dismissed it the second your eyes spotted the hideous clock pressed against under the skin over your wrist; you were just glad it didn’t protrude, it would have only made you want to cut into your skin to pull it out. Would that even work? You were sure you heard someone speak about it. About how a girl tried carving it out once her clock reached two days and still had no hopes of meeting her soulmate, apparently the knife didn’t even scratch the skin. You scoffed into the classroom’s air that was filled with hushed chatter, only to earn a dirty glance from the ever so studious Namjoon who was next to you. 

With a roll of your eyes you looked at the clock on the wall, it distinctly stood out from the wall that was painted a strange hue of green, it increased productivity according to your teacher. Another scoff made its way to your lips but never escaped, this time you were aware of the irritable boy next to you. How could anyone be productive in such a mundane room, with such a monotone teacher…well anyone except Namjoon that was. Your eyes flicked over to the boy, his long torso leaned over the desk as if to hide his intricate notes from you but it was useless, you weren’t paying attention nor would you be able to read his small, cursive handwriting. 

You subtly watched as his hand moved quickly, flicking up and down with each curve of the letters he was so adamant on writing. The tendons under his wrist pushed out, creating distance between his clock and his skin. You didn’t mean to pry but you couldn’t help but stare, what time was his clock at? Was it soon or no-

The curiosity burning inside you came to a pause as you felt slight warmth emit from the clock. The numbers changed.

10 years 38 days 15 hours

An exasperated sigh left you. You felt as if you were going to die in this classroom.


“I’m just glad I have a lot of time left, there is no time in my life right now to worry about if I’ll be able to live or not,” Wendy spoke all at once. The way she was fumbling around, throwing everything around sure proved she did not have time to worry about a soulmate. 

“But aren’t you scared? Your whole life, your whole existence depends on one person. If you don’t find that person then no one remembers you, no one except the person who refused to find you,” you replied calmly, hoping she would stop her erratic movements to listen to you. Spinning on her heel she turned to face you, “Come on, Y/N. There’s no point in depending on someone you haven’t even seen, besides everybody knows your clock could start up again if they leave you so either way your whole existence, or whatever else you wanna call it, will be gone,” your friend in a tone telling you she was probably tired of the tedious, trivial topic you always seemed to end up on. Her dark chocolate eyes flickered around before landing on the phone she firmly believed she lost.

Quickly leaning down she snatched it into her hands and unlocked it. “Just live your life as best as you can, trust can be a one way road and it takes more than just fate to make a relationship work,” she softly muttered as she typed away on her phone. 

Her words resounded within you. You knew she was right, she was always right. Yet the panic and uncertainty stayed in your heart, latching itself onto every glimmer of hope you had. Time didn’t stop for anything, not for the living or the dead and you felt like it was running out.

6 years 15 days 23 hours


The speed at which you were walking should have been an indication that you were, without a doubt, going to bump into somebody. Of course you were when you were walking on such a busy street, you would question where all these people came from but you were in a rush.

Loud chatter around you seemed almost deafening, high pitched laughter rang in your ears, birds chirped as they flew high above the clustered crowd, bodies pushed past you causing your small frame to stumble, the humidity making you feel like you were suffocating, your heart felt heavy within your chest as it hammered against your ribs, your head started swimming in the thick air as droplets of perspiration trickled down your face, you weren’t sure how your feet were still moving, another bump from a stranger pushed you to the side and suddenly there was silence.

No children running past you, no burly men forcing you into another stranger, no heat, no nothing. Except you and him, in a white expanse of nothingness. His identity masked by the bright light illuminating him from behind. You squinted, hoping it would help you make out features yet only his tall, broad figure remained. 

“Who are you?” his deep voice broke the unnerving silence. It echoed through the emptiness. Though you had never heard his voice before it bought you peace, it bought you comfort in such a peculiar way. Your silence only made him press further into the matter, “I can’t see your face, so who are you?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his statement, was he seeing you the way you were seeing him? 

“I’m Y/N”

The unknown man gasped as a soft golden glow emitted from him before the glow seemed to ooze to the ground and spread around where he stood. You heard him whisper to himself in shock, you weren’t sure what had happened, not when looking at his figure forced you to look away due to the light.

“I’m Sehun…I think you’re my soulmate.”

You instantly felt a pulse within you, it felt as if your heart was being pulled out of your chest yet the sensation wasn’t painful. Your limbs felt lighter as a glow, similar to Sehun’s pushed itself out of your skin to float around you for a few moments before it dropped to the ground. It reached the ground and spread out, just enough to blend with the glow from Sehun. A bright white light flashed in front of you and you squeezed your eyes shut. 

Your eyes snapped open. With a deep inhale of the chilly air around you, you sat up. Fate’s dream it was called. Once your clock reached a certain time you would have a suffocating dream only to find peace once you reached your soulmate, it was how you learned who to find. How you learned who would save you from the suffocating countdown and give you peace.

Sehun, it was Sehun who was going to bring peace to you.

3 years 2 days 10 hours


300 days 20 hours

Happy 18th birthday his voice spoke in your mind. It was a simple gesture, but from Sehun it felt like a world’s worth more than just a gesture. Turning around in the bed, you pulled the covers over you in shyness. 

Thank you you thought back. Ever since the dream you had three years ago, occasionally you would hear Sehun’s thoughts and he would hear yours; it aided you in gaining basic knowledge of the man you would spend your life with. Never once had you had to think hard to remember everything you had learnt.

Name: Oh, Sehun
Age: 20
D.O.B: 12th April, 1994
Occupation: Model
Pets: Vivi - Bichon Frise

You didn’t mind that Sehun was older than you, besides a two year difference wasn’t much. You liked it actually, it made you believe he had more experience in life so would know how to treat you. No, that wasn’t an assumption, you knew he would treat you right due to the sudden arbitrary thoughts you’d hear. I can’t wait to be with you forever was the one that held most significance, how it filled your stomach with butterflies and erupted you into a fit of giggles. Not to forget his immediate retraction of the thought out of bashfulness, how someone could be so sweet was beyond you.

With only 300 days left, your heart ached to find him and save the man you knew you would love.


In.
Out.
In.
Out.

Who knew this would happen to you? Who knew you would still be watching the disconcerting clock count down, from the years it displayed to the mere 32 days it showed you now, how could this happen even when you knew who your soulmate was?

Despite your efforts to fill your lungs with air it didn’t work, it felt no matter how much you inhaled it grew shy of wanting to fulfill the task of keeping you alive. The irking feeling of being watched wasn’t doing your weak body any favours. Keeping your head low you hoped the strange pull on your frame would diminish along with the sensitivity you now had on the way your blood hurriedly pumped around you, how your hands seemed to swell and pulse with each pump. 

The overload of information for your senses was driving you to breaking point yet the quick pace of your feet hitting the ground didn’t slow down. Gulping down your nervousness you turned the corner only to harshly bump shoulders with a man.

The impact of the collision pushed you off the pavement and onto the fortunately empty road. The strange man let out a yelp as his large hands pulled on the tops of your arms to pull into his body almost instantly, your nose hitting chest with the sudden movement. Immediately you looked at him, craning your neck back you looked at him with an irritable expression, why was he still holding you? You were going to give him a piece of your mind for sure.

“I don-” your speech cut off as your eyes locked with deep brown eyes framed by equally dark, striking eyebrows. 

“Y/N? It’s me, Sehun.”

Off Guard Part 2

Summary: When a former HYDRA agent is brought in with a change of heart, Steve and Tony disagree on how to proceed. Peter, however, takes matters into his own hands.

Author’s Note: Excuse the exact same gif as the first part, I just love it so much

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Part Two

“What are you doing up?”

Your head shot up from the mug in your hands. You’d been staring at its now-cold contents for the past half hour, lost in your own thoughts.

“Uh, just… getting a drink.”

Peter nodded, walking past where you were sitting in order to reach the fridge. You returned your eyes to the mug in your hands. He sat down opposite you at the kitchen table, digging into a bowl of cereal. The two of you sat in silence as he ate.

He’d finished a few minutes later.

“You going up?”

“No, I… I think I’ll stay a while longer.”

He gave you a skeptical look, before glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall.

“It’s two thirty in the morning.”

You tore your eyes away from your mug and looked at him. He had crossed his arms, and was now leaning against the kitchen island.

“Not tired.”

He didn’t seem convinced.

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Jumin Cheating Fan Fic~ Final Chapter.

Warning! This has some self harm/ suicide triggers!! do not read if that bothers you! - Admin Abby

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Also the song is If you don’t know by Five Seconds of Summer


Saeran felt anxiety feel his chest as you hadn’t been answering your phone. He had knew about what happened with a Jumin but had decided that giving you time was best. He had enough of guilt eating at him and immediately tracked your phone, finding that you were at your old apartment. He sped there, not caring about the dangers that could’ve happened. 

 Once he had gotten to your apartment he knocked several times but still got no response.

 "MC! Open the door! I know your in here!“ He yelled and got more anxious as time passed and you still hadn’t opened the door.

 He looked around and saw a small key in the plant you had beside your door. He quickly unlocked the door and raced to your room. The bathroom was blaring with music and the light was on. He banged on the door, calling out your name.

 "MC, open the fucking door!” He screamed, hoping you would hear him over the loud music.

 He kicked open the door and the horrific sight in front of him made him weak to his knees. His best friend, whom he had been in love with for the last four years, was lying on the floor bleeding to death.

 Rage had filled his gut. It was has all his fault. If it doesn’t for him, you would’ve still been here. Or maybe he was too slow? How’ve he let you get away so easily? How did you slip right through his fingers? He hadn’t gotten to your house in time. Your limp body was already on the floor, blood all over your clothes. You looked pale, lifeless. Hot tears poured out of his eyes as the memories of you flooded into his mind. Your beautiful smile and contagious laugh.

 The first time he had ever talked to you, he still regrets that day. The way he treated you now. He never knew that he would ever fall in love. He would crush anyone that hurt you. He held your light body in his arms as his tears dripped onto your pale face. He had called an ambulance and rocked your lifeless body in his arms. How had he let you slip right through his finger tips? He was used to people coming and going but with you it was different.

 I want you to want me to stay

 He wanted you to be with him. He couldn’t lose you. You were the person he was the most scared to lose. You had helped him though all his problems. You had believed him and had hope in him even when he did terrible things to you and treated you like you were worthless. You were all he wanted but you fell in love with another man before he had the chance to confess. 

 And I need you to need me to stay

 He needed you. All he needed was you to be okay. You still had a heart beat. He tried to stop the bleeding however he couldn’t control his tears and his sobs. The fear of losing you was becoming too real. He held you tight against his body and laid a kiss upon your forehead.

 "You idiot. I thought you were stronger than this. You saved me so I’ll the same for you. I’m sorry.. I shouldn’t have let you go with that stupid rich kid. I’ll fix you like you fixed me. I’ll crush whoever tries to hurt you again.“ He choked as his sobs got in the way.

 The nurses had rushed in the house and picked up your limp body, placing it on the stretcher. 

 If you don’t know then just let me go

 Jumin didn’t know how to feel when he got the news of you attempting suicide. He felt his heart stop and his blood run cold. He wanted to rush to the hospital and see you immediately but he felt like such a coward. All his stupid mistakes could’ve led to your death. Just the thought of you being gone forever broke him. He didn’t deserve you. After everything he did, he knew you deserved better. Maybe he should just let you go. Let you be free. He had left you to deal with all the pain and suffering while he was with another woman.

 "Babe?” His mistress called out, placing a hand on his shoulder.

 He stood up and pushed her hand off his shoulder.

 "I have to go. When I come back I expect you to not be here. I don’t want to have this relationship with you where I do not reciprocate the same feelings. I am sorry.“ He stated before exiting the room.

 "Driver Kim, please drive me to the hospital. I need to be there immediately. I am in a rush, so please hurry.” He said and got into the back of his limousine.

 Time seemed to be going in slow motion while he was being driven to the hospital. Guilt was eating away at him. He would never forgive himself for hurting the person that was so precious to him. He wanted you. He loved you. He wouldn’t let you go if his life depended on it. He never knew how tight a grip he had on your heart. He had completely ripped your heart out and broke it into a million pieces. He hadn’t expected you to ever forgive him. He won’t ever forgive himself for hurting you to such an extent to where you thought that suicide was the only answer.

 As he arrived to the hospital, his heart raced. He rushed to your room after singing in.

 Saeran’s eyes darkened with anger as the saw him.

 "What the hell do you think you’re doing here?! You don’t deserve to see her! You fucking asshole! You’re a poor excuse for a man!“ Saeran yelled in his face as he grabbed his collar and pulled him down.

 "If she doesn’t survive I swear to god I’ll kill you.” He growled and swung his fist hard against his face, letting him go.

 Jumin winced at the pain and grabbed his cheek. “I know I do not deserve her, however I will try my best to make sure she survives. I will-“ 

 "Just shut up already. Your voice is irritating me.” Saeran growled.

 Go ahead rip my heart out, if you think that’s what loves all about

 Jumin straightened out his jacket and walked into the hospital room. His heart dropped as he saw your small frame on the bed hooked up to machines. He sat on the chair next to your bed.

 "MC, I am so sorry for everything that I’ve done. I don’t know if you can hear me, but I love you. I made terrible mistakes that I regret. I never meant to hurt you. I know I don’t deserve such a wonder person like you. I am sorry that I’ve caused you so much pain to the point of you finding the need to end your life. I know you are stronger than this. I need you to fight okay? I can’t lose you. I need you. The RFA needs you. Please just-“ he interrupted by sound of the heart monitor going flat.

 Tears started to fill his eyes realizing what that meant.

 "M-MC! No! Someone help!” He called out as he felt his blood run cold and his hands shake.

 Nurses and doctors rushed and lead out the door.

 He couldn’t breathe. He felt his whole world come crashing down. You were gone. There was no going back anymore. He could never fix his mistakes. His heart was beating fast and the world around him seemed to be blurred.

 There was no light at the end of the tunnel. Just a world of darkness that was swallowing him up. There was nothing left for him. Never in his life had he ever felt this much pain before. He never even had the chance to say good bye.

 The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained.

Preview Of Part 2 Of Unfinished Business (Pennywise x Reader)

| So I managed to get some of part 2 written, and thought I’d share what I have so far|

You stretch your legs out as far as they can go, curling your pruning toes over the cold metal tub stopper. You’ve been in the bath for at least an hour now. The water’s still surprisingly warm and the lavender bath oil still smells warm in your nostrils.

You’d stay in here forever if you could. Just relax your cares away, put a washcloth over your face and forget all your problems.

You haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since Pennywise left your apartment. It’s been about a week now. A week you’ve been spending looking over your shoulder.

As far as you know, the rest of the loser’s club are all ok. Bill called yesterday and said he hadn’t seen or heard from the clown and neither had the others. The plan to meet back up in Derry was still on and you’ve already bought your train ticket.

Nonetheless, you’re still terrified. You know the clown could come back at any time and probably easily kill all of you. It’s a reality that’s not easy to live with. You’re so tired.

You sit up in the bath, pulling your knees into your chest, contemplating if you should get out and try to go to bed.

Letting out a sigh, you reach over to pull flip the stopper up to drain the tub, but just as your finger slips underneath the metal switch, an long arm darts up from the water, quickly grabbing you by the forearm.

You scream and flail in the water, trying to get loose. Your arm is slippery from the bath oil, and you manage to get loose.

You immediately fling your upper body over the side of the tub - grunting as the cold porcelain edge hits you in the stomach. You push yourself all the way out - your wet naked body hitting the hard tile floor with a thud.

It’s hard to scramble to your feet. The floor is slippery and your body’s aching. Before you can stand up, the hand wraps around your ankle, trying to pull you back into the tub.

Turning around quickly, you see red, wet stringy hair and glowing green eyes bobbing in the tub. You kick him in the face as hard as you can, breaking free of his grip once. More.

You crawl on your stomach over to the sink cabinet, quickly grabbing a box cutter you kept under there. Sitting up with your back against the cabinet, you raise the sharp piece of metal up, pointing it toward the bathtub - your hand trembling, barely able to hold onto it.

The clown in the tub slowly starts to rise up above the water, eliciting an eerie drippings sound until all six feet five of him has resurfaced.

You just watch in horror as Pennywise throws a leg up over the side of the tub - his movements stiff and Frankenstein like. When his feet touch the tile, he shakes himself dry like a dog just out of a river. Water flies everywhere and you have to squint your eyes almost shut.

The clown starts to walk toward you in a zombie robot like fashion, creeping you out even more.

He stops for a second, twitching his neck and bending down a bit to look at you. “Time to float.” He says, taking another step toward you.

It suddenly hits you…if Pennywise has come back for you, that means your friends are dead.

Tears start streaming down your cheeks as your throat swells up, making you choke up.

“You killed them.” You cry - your voice shaking. “You killed them.” You barely get the words out as you start to sob.

“Boo hoo hoo.” The clown mocks. “You killed them.” His voice mocking in a childlike manner. He gets down in your face, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes.

“Yes, I killed them.” Pennywise growls, curling his fingers around your wet neck. “And now they float. And when I’m done, you’ll float too.” He giggles gleefully.

Sniffling, you squint your eyes at him angrily. “Ff-fuck you.” You choke out - your voice shaking.

The clown cocks a brow - his lip curling into a devious smirk. “Funny you should mention that"….