#only one gif stick out because it didn't work out so boo

[stydixa]

I suddenly realized that unless something changed soon, I was going to live a life where my major relationship was with a bottle of wine, and I'd finally die fat and alone and be found three weeks later, half-eaten by wild dogs. BRIDGET JONES'S DIARY (2001) Dir. Sharon Maguire

[someotherdog]

character: bill open: f/nb — 24+ only plot: bill is part of the notorious los lobos locos gang; your muse is very much not part of the criminal world, but recently was held hostage by masked men after a bank heist gone wrong. a few weeks later, your muse starts to date a nice man named bill that works in real estate development. unbeknownst to her, her new boyfriend bill was actually one of the men that held her hostage. only dating her to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't recognize him or rat on his crew, he might be falling for her for real. ( based on the town ) the only requirement is no jessica henwick fcs, as that’s his sister’s canonical fc, and nothing t*boo. it's up to you if she's completely oblivious or maybe has her suspicions! this post was made using beta editor, please do not reblog it in legacy as i no longer have access to it!

at first there had been a perverse excitement to it. naturally duplicitous, bill often felt duper's delight in his normal life, but there was an extra thrill to his current con. she had no idea that the man that held a gun to her head a month ago was the exact same man that had taken her on three dates so far. it only started because gabriel got paranoid that she'd recognized them and then logan suggested they'd go back and finish the job. so really, in a way, bill was saving her life. of course he found her beautiful when he was holding her at gunpoint, but there was rarely a woman around that bill didn't find beautiful, and by 'saving' her, he was saving himself and the lobos. it wasn't the worst way to spend his nights, so he didn't mind sticking around just to figure out what she knew and who she was going to tell. that night, on their fourth date, he had taken her to a piano bar that was on the other side of the city. taking a sip of his whiskey, he set the glass back on the table and leaned back in the booth, "so how are you feeling? are you still have nightmares about the heist?" bill asked, desperate to ask her if she had seen or suddenly remembered the wolf tattoos that decorated the masked men's necks—the same one that was inked onto bill's, sitting just beneath the collar.

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SIREN [PART I] | YANDERE!MAKOTO x MERMAID!READER | FREE!

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators. Content Warnings: Yandere / Kidnapping A/N: I always wanted to be a mermaid as a kid. I blame H20. The song I quote at the start is from the M. Night Shyamalan movie [The Village]. And, I will die on this hill; that movie is REALLY GOOD and so beautiful and people just hated it because they expected a horror and got a period piece romance instead. Boo.

“Baby sleep...gently sleep. Life is long and love is deep. Time there'll be...sweet for thee. All the world to see...”

The dark waters that surrounded you were an odd comfort, though perhaps that was thanks to the bright, pure moon that hung above you in the sky. The song you sang while sitting upon that rock and letting your glittering tail dance below the sea's surface, was not intended to lure any unsuspecting soul into danger. Yet still, you wanted to sing, and that was why you always chose the most secluded time and spot to do it.

Or so you thought.

Yet you had become aware of a strange feeling recently, each time you had swam out here to this obscure part of the Japanese coast. The sensation that you were being watched by a pair of gentle eyes. Somehow though...it didn't discourage you.

But it should have.

That fateful night happened when you were singing that soft lullaby again into the open air, and you heard sudden footsteps nearby up on the shoreline. Immediately you made to leap into the water again when someone called out to you:

“Wait!”

That voice. It sounded so soft and tender. It made you hesitate, and you dared to turn and look at the human standing there on the outcrop.

You didn't think you had ever seen such gentle green eyes. Not among your own folk, nor among any humans you had happened to catch a glimpse of. They glowed in the dim night, looking over at you with intrigue and hope. The tall boy had his hand stretched out towards you, as if he wanted to clutch you and keep you from vanishing.

Socializing with humans was the number one no-no for mermaids. These worlds were meant to remain separate, for those who were the elders among your family and friends believed that humans would only take your kind in for testing and freak shows, not to treat them as equals. They were a marvel to be...marveled at, so to speak.

Yet the younger ones such as yourself, well you didn't quite see it that way. There was so much intrigue there. The desire to meet and understand these tailless people. It grew tiresome, always having to avoid busy beaches and bays. It grew boring, never being able to spend time with anyone but those who were native to your own ocean.

Plus...the dry land...the 'surface world' so to speak, well there was something so fascinating about it. Sometimes you would swim at a far distance past exciting piers, and you'd see glowing wheels and spirals that intrigued you, picking up on the joyous sound of people just having fun.

You couldn't walk among them though. No matter what you and your peers may have wanted, it wasn't up to you. The elders decided the rules, and you had to stick with them, or you'd be banished and left to swim alone forever.

“...” Knowing that, you made to dive again, but that boy was persistent:

“No don't go! I just want to talk!”

Talk...just a little talking...

That wouldn't be so bad, right?

Torn, you found yourself slipping into the water anyway, but you didn't swim beneath it just yet. Instead you turned your head enough to look at him again, peeking just above the froth.

The moonlight illuminated a surprising number of his features. Those emerald eyes of course. Short and slightly shaggy olive brown hair, and a figure that truly towered on that rock. He didn't look like any businessman nor evil scientist. Just a regular teenager.

Just a normal person.

...You couldn't help yourself. Normal people were just so...fascinating.

…

Makoto Tachibana.

You came to learn his name that night you first saw him, but the other details came to light over several more visits. You didn't stop coming to the rock, and he didn't quit coming to the beach. Though you still kept your distance, you would sit there calmly while he perched on his spot, and you would converse with one another.

Over time, you came to learn a lot about him. He was a swim club member at Iwatobi High School. He liked cats. He was the type who got scared easily, but he still liked coming to this peaceful beach at night, since few people knew about it. As it turned out, he had actually been coming here longer than you, but had made more frequent visits when he discovered your presence here.

“You see...when I first saw you I thought that you were in a costume...or that maybe it was a trick of the moonlight. But then I realized you really were a mermaid.”

Makoto let his long legs dangle off the rock edge, the tips of his trainers just managing to grace the water.

“And...were you shocked?” you asked him, keeping your spot on the smooth flat rock but still watching him with a feasibly trusting gaze.

Makoto hummed and tilted his head to the side, palms patting against the outcrop he was sitting upon.

“I guess I was but...it wore off quickly. I heard your singing and I was just amazed. You have such a beautiful voice...”

When he looked at you, straightly so, the first thing you thought was how he had a gorgeous tone without even trying. The second that came to mind was one of guilt.

“...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you hear me sing. It's dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” Makoto questioned, cocking his head the other way, and you sighed with a nod.

“Yes. A mermaid's song...in our history it was used by some to lure unsuspecting sailors into the water...so they could be drowned. Though of course-!” you were quick to hold your hands up, “-I would never even dream of doing that to somebody! But these little lullabies...they can still have an effect on people. That's the superstition anyway.”

There was a pause between you, where all you could hear was the gentle shifting of the waves.

“...If you're worried that I'm only here because I'm in a trance then you're wrong.” Makoto suddenly piped up, and your own eyes went wide. He smiled so genuinely that it gave you a pang in your chest. Was this wrong or was it right? You were breaking the rules technically but...but those rules were so ancient! How did they have any relevance anymore?

No. This had to be some turn of destiny. Why else would you have both ended up in such a secret place at the same time? Why else would you have connected straight off the bat like this?

Swallowing down any remaining hesitations you had, you decided to just go for it. Smoothly you let yourself plunge into the water again, and Makoto almost stood up.

“Wait, are you leaving?”

“No.” you surfaced quickly again so he knew you were still there, and saw him relax.

“Then...what are you-”

“Just stay right there.”

As confused as he was, Makoto obeyed, and he watched in ever increasing awe as you swam towards him smoothly. Eventually you reached his shoes, and tentatively you reached up past the tongue of one, allowing your fingertips to very gently, very gracefully, stroke his ankle.

Makoto stiffened, but didn't jerk away. He was just shocked that you had decided to do this...but of course it made him so happy.

As for you, well, you were fascinated. It was so weird, the idea of someone having legs instead of a tail. They seemed so alien, yet they were soft and...nice. Everything about him was nice.

Makoto was nice.

Humans were nice.

You didn't know why you'd ever worried.

“...Shall we swim together?”

Your bold suggestion came as the second surprise for him, but damn if he was going to reject the offer. Makoto nodded shyly, cheeks already flushed magenta as you pulled back a bit and gave him room. Probably for the sake of modesty, he only took his shoes off before he leapt right in, plummeting into the water beside you.

It was hard not to be even further enthralled. His form as he had dove...it was so effortless and smooth. You'd been swimming all your life, literally, yet you were certain he was far more graceful than you had ever been. When he surfaced next to you, you finally got the chance to look straight at his face rather than craning to look up at the miniature cliff.

He really was just as handsome up close. Not that you had assumed he wouldn't be.

Though you had assumed some other things, and you were sorry for it.

“Makoto...”

You reached beneath the water, taking his larger hands in your own.

“I should have trusted you sooner. I apologize.”

Only smiling, he pulled you a little bit closer to his chest. The moon reflected around you bot as he leaned down a little closer, until the tip of his defined nose was touching yours.

“It's okay. I'm just happy I can be a part of your life now...”

Your eyes fluttered closed, and you just let him take the lead. His lips tenderly pressed to yours, and you relaxed against him, kissing him deeply in the clutch of the sea.

When you eventually parted, he looked down at you again and smiled ever so gently, just as he always did.

“Can you tell me your name then? I still don't know.”

“Ah, right.” you'd deliberately withheld it, but there was no point in that now. “It's [Y/N].”

“[Y/N]...” he softly stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “...I'm so happy I found you...”

Smiling too, you allowed him to embrace your almost unbelievable form, and you wrapped your arms snugly around him in return.

You didn't realize it then. You couldn't see.

Those gentle green eyes of his didn't quite look the same anymore...

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[shellshockedgay]

Mikey Fluff w/ Shy M!S/O

A/N: I'm sticking with male reader since it wasn't specified and it works with Leo's. I used to be kinda quiet as a kid and I also have adhd, so please excuse the absolute bullshit this is, I'm sorry.

Leo's Outgoing S/O

Donnie's Sassy Crackhead S/O

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Listen. Ya'll are ADORABLE EVEN AS JUST FRIENDS I-

Wanna talk about DYNAMICS.

Like, he loves to lay on you. He's so tiny, let him do it. He's only 4'10 I-

Like the others, when he has a crush, he can not stop talking about you, but it's literally constant.

"(Y/n) really likes this movie, we should wait to see it." "Jeez, Mikey." "Look, if you like him so much, just marry the guy." "..... I CAN DO THAT?!"

Immediately runs off to plan your wedding.

Literally eats the paper after to keep it safe and to make sure you don't see it.

The guys let out a collective sigh of relief when you two start dating, but the sigh turns into a scream because he somehow talks about you MORE.

Makes up words to describe you in nice ways.

Yes, he is loud and fast and amazing and your soft and quiet and just as amazing and you guys balance each other out.

You somehow manage to bring his volume down?? No one knows how you do it, but they absically beg you to stay at the lair.

Oh my gosh, but sometimes he brings you up a few notches and then the true choas begins.

Dudes got ADHD, ok?

Some days he's a ball of actual energy, next few days he's just kinda like "meh, I was born into this life, I didn't choose this shit"

During those days, he lounges around more, so expect him to really cling to your side. Also, his head can get mean, so just kinda hold him.

His emotions range on the extreme side sometimes, too, so he might cry in your lap, be careful, but shell scratches always calm him down.

He won't tell you, but you just being next to him helps calm him down.

He also won't tell you he has bad nightmares and most of them involve you getting hurt in some shape or form.

If he asks for coffee? He had an especially rough night with nightmares and got maybe 20 minutes of sleep.

Anyway, if his brothers try to pick a fight with you, he's always going to defend you, especially because of your quiet nature.

Mikey will deck Raph if he has too. No one hurts his boo-bear.

Unless your quiet but have a RAGING temper, then he just sits on the side lines with popcorn and watches you verbally obliterate his bros.

Kinda just goes "OOH, GET BURNED" from the side lines and laughs. I love him. I'd die for him.

Dr. Prankenstein and his lovely assistant are here to brighten up moods so get ready to be whisked away from an angry older brother covered in orange paint.

But you guys are always doing different stuff together.

For example: you come over to hang out, but you spend the time reading a book or coloring and he's listening to music right next to you and then like 3 hours later you're like "Ok, I gotta go" and he's like "Ok, I'll walk you home" and they're like "???"

But it's so nice.

He's also really good at reading emotions so he can tell the difference between your content quietness and your sad quietness.

You guys color together and it's so cute and it's his favorite thing to do with you.

He'll go your pace tho if he begins to over whelm you.

He keeps your coloring book safe as fuck in his room, by the way. He wraps it in plastic and sets it ontop of his comic books. That's if you like to color.

If you're more of a gamer, he never plays your shared game without you. If he does, he feels terrible and apologizes like 20 times before quickly getting over it.

Is the kind of dude to clean his room to impress you and it lowkey scared his bros because they walk in and expect to trip but nah, it's really clean. New bed sheets and everything.

Is always asking for you to sleep over so he can see you in your cute pjs.

ASKS FOR MATCHING PJS I-

If you text him saying you had a nightmare, expect him to not respond because he's already coming over, give him 3 minutes. *taptap* he's here. Open the window.

That's probably when he confesses to be honest. Like he's holding you really tight and he's like "No one's gonna hurt you, not while I'm here" and it kinda spills out while he's comforting you or he whispers it against your forehead and leaves a soft kiss when you fall asleep.

Also, he either gets 2 hours of sleep or 12, but either way he's still a ball of energy. Please expect insomniac face times at 3:42 am.

Calls you because he loves your voice, even if it's soft and quiet.

Dumps compliments on you because it makes you blush and it only makes you cuter.

OH MY GOSH IF YOU GET SICK, HE'S NOW NURSE MIKEY AND HE WILL TAKE CARE OF YOU.

You guys come up with hand signals for if your social battery does or if your uncomfy, it's the cutest.

Has a habit of just... Holding your hand sometimes.

First kiss with you happens on accident. Mikey was dropping you off at your house and held your hands and gave you a kiss on the cheek and left like he didn't just make your entire night.

Brags about his first kiss being with you.

-

This dude.

This absolute DUDE.

Oh my gosh.

Dude basically runs on solar power but it never stops.

He's always talking to you, even if you don't say alot back. He loves reading to you, talking to you- everything.

Flirty but in a cute, clumsy confident way.

Does not try to hide his crush but does get super embarrassed if he falls in front of you.

Like close to hiding in his shell kind of embarrassed.

So the guys take turns taking you home because if it was up to Mikey, he'd be gone for hours every time he went to drop you off. So when they get back, they're bombarded by Mikey asking if you mentioned him at all.

"Did he mention me?" "This garbage again?" "Raphie! It isn't garbage! I need to know!!" "*sigh*" "Did he mention my skin?? I worked extra hard to moisturize before he came over! My skin have never been this soft! Oh, what about my eyes??" "Mikey, baby bro, I love ya but please shuddup."

He's a chatter box, what can I say?

Anyway, he's good with reading people's emotions, he's just not focused on it very much.

Like he'll read the important ones: happy, sad, depressed, ect, ect. But he won't like notice if you have a crush on him.

He does, however, have a horribly written list of gifts you'd like for holidays/birthdays.

He's a huge gift giver.

Mikey'll hand you your gifts in private so you don't get all that unwanted attention on you.

He'd sweep you away from situations that end up making you uncomfortable. And I mean that. Like he'd literally sweep you away.

Like dudes got you over his shoulder and sprinting fast enough to bat Sonic the fuckin' Hedgehog.

But he sets you down gently enough to make your heart go budbudbudbudbud but quickly.

Oh my god, he's just always gentle with you.

Never, ever, ever raises his voice at you. Like he'd never yell at you. He goes struggle with volume control sometimes when he's excited, but if he's angry, he never yells at you.

And if he does want to scream he's like "excuse me, my dearest friend, for I am feeling strong amounts of rage. Let me go handle this, like a gentlemen, in the next room" and he leaves and you just hear him scream "fuCKINGFUCKWHOTHEFUCIAAAAAA"

And he comes back like nothing happened.

It's kinda scary, but ya know. Gotta get them feelings out somehow.

WATCH MOVIES WITH HIM WAIT.

Superhero movie marathons 24/7.

LOVES MARVEL AND DC EQUALLY.

You can tell his mood based on what he's watching!!

If he's having a slightly rough day, he watches marvel to brighten the mood (specifically Captain America or Thor Ragnorok because those are funny)

If he's having a great day, DC. Specifically the Dark Knight stuff. He loves the Joker in this and has definitely cosplayed him at least 2 times.

Mikey's the kind to keep spouting facts about what your walking all the time.

He cooks, obviously, (the others simply arne't allowed too) so he'd sit you down and make you a full fuckin' meal, right? And it's lowkey something he'd love to do. I can see him wanting to be a stay-at-home husband 🥺

His s/o works and he stays home and cleans, takes care of Klunk the sweet baby, waters the plants and makes them a hot meal and sets up their favorite things I-

I got off topic.

He's a great cook tho!!

Mikey's got so many talents: voice acting, cooking, hand-eye coordination. Dudes not the best at drawing tho. He can draw items better than people, so if he tries to draw you, please go easy on the criticism. He's trying.

He'd ask you out on a date, but it's like not that different than what you guys normally do, so he's in his apron and cooking but then he dims the lights and it's cute and he lite some candles.

SPEAKIN' OF DATES

He confesses to you when you guys are alone. And he's all awkward and cute and he's rubbing his hands together when they're not flailing as he talks.

And you're like "Ah yes. A cutie." because he is. Have you seen his face?

First kiss.

First kiss, oh my god.

Also on the first date. He's known you long enough at this point.

It's spontaneous as FUCK.

Like you're gushing about your favorite stuff and he's not even eating, just looking at you.

And you start apologizing for gushing but he's shaking his head and suddenly standing up, planting a hand firmly on the table.

And he just goes "Come'ere" and leans over, reaching out to cup the back if your neck and pulling you across the table and just kissing you. His hand moves down to your shoulder.

*ahem*

I got lost in thought, sorry.

Lowkey gets self-conscious of his green eyes sometimes. He feels like they blend in with his skin too much, but they're beautiful so.

[mcmusing]

Respect for life, specifically how there's no real sign of it, is one of the most frequent grievances I have against the X-Men movies. I'm not referring to Batman's no-kill rule- that's a whole other discussion. I mean the way certain works depict death with no gravity or realistic consequences.

From x2 on, the X-movies entered their moral descent. Magneto tried to kill the entire homo sapien population out of petty revenge. As the FC sequels would eventually prove, whenever he's given the chance to be the better man, the moron of magnetism goes out of his way to be the worst one instead. Never does the narrative hold him accountable for his misdeeds. In fact, he's usually painted as sympathetic, even when he treats fellow mutants as disposable cannon fodder.

Meanwhile, Professor X suffers at every turn when he commits even the smallest error in judgement. Worse, his kindness gets thrown im his face as he's tormented and betrayed by almost everyone he loves.

There's also the ongoing theme of mutant lives being superior to homo sapiens. For a franchise that is supposed to tackle real world issues, it has so many horrible messages. I stand by my belief that the franchise is one long assault on mental health.

Now, let's look at how the MSU handles this.

As a half vampire, Blade's story can be interpreted as an allegory for children conceived in rape. I realize I am the only person on the planet to assert such a notion, but hear me out. Like the rest of us, Blade had no  control over his parentage. Still, he's such an outsider and stigmatized for his paternity. Instead of imitating his evil origins, he takes on a mission to exterminate vampires. While his human half might never truly accept him, he still risks himself for their protection. Children from rape are similarly reviled and dehumanized with many advocating for their termination before they even take their first breaths. In actuality, their lives are just as sacred as everyone else's- deal with it.

There is an attempt made at a respect for life message in Daredevil, but the execution mishandled it. Matt Murdock started off as willing to kill rapists and murderers who rig the court system. After his persona frightens a little boy, he comes to the conclusion that he doesn't want to be the bad guy. But he picked the worst possible time to put this epiphany into practice. Want to be merciful to petty hoods-for-hire? Fine. Want to be merciful to the ruthless, Machiavellian Kingpin? NOOOO! I love Matt, but I didn't like the implication that he was going to play the revolving door of the prison system the way Batman does with his random roaming psyche patients. Ironically, Ben Affleck's Bruce Wayne handled the respect for life message better- more on that another time. Still, I give Daredevil a point for the attempt, thus keeping him ahead of the X-madness.

Here's another heaping helping of irony. The Punisher has a pretty well done respect for life theme going. Yes, Frank goes on a personal vengeance quest. But only because his so-called brothers in law enforcement let mafia intimidation prevent them from getting justice for the massacred Castle family. During his mission, he stays focused on who the real enemy is. Whatever money he comes into, he shares it with civilians. Even though he only knew his housemates for a short time, he expresses and demonstrates his gratitude for their loyalty and kindness. These are three borderline impoverished youths we're talking about. Society might not consider them valuable, but an angry, heartbroken, vigilante widower certainly did.

After returning from death by the power of- what the freakin' heck, Sticks??!- Elektra pursues the assassin career path. She's compelled to do this by reason of- dang boo, you okay??!  But when she's ordered to kill a single father and his teenage daughter Abby, Elektra not only refuses but takes it upon herself to do whatever it takes to protect Abby and her dad. Throughout the movie, Elektra struggled with rage from childhood trauma. It is not until Abby is killed that Elektra is able to put her anger aside so she can use her new powers to revive the girl. The script might not have been great, but Elektra's story arc with Abby crushes modern Marvel maidens. The superheroine acts not out of ego and glory seeking but due to the natural feminine instinct to safeguard young ones in leonine fashion. Love and life ultimately win the day against anger and death.

Funny enough, respect for life is actually what sent the Fantastic Four into outer space. Reed sought to use the cosmic storm as a means of curing diseases and extending the human life span. Compare this to NASA who use countless tax dollars to go to space.... cuz it's there. After the cosmic rays alter their DNA, Ben's body is mutated and his fiancee is repulsed by him. Despite being at his lowest point, when Ben sees a man attempting suicide, he immediately urges him not to. Said man was ready to jump off a bridge, but the compassionate orange rocky guy somehow scared him into causing severe vehicle mayhem. Reed, Sue, and Johnny go to find Ben and all Four wind up using their unstable powers to save everyone on the bridge. Being superheroes has not crossed any of their minds, but because they're needed, they jump in and do everything they can to prevent casualties. Most initial hero fights are all about showing off the protagonists' special effect powers, but the Four felt as human and vulnerable as anyone else. It shows that nature already existed inside of them without them realizing it.

Be still my heart for the Amazing and Definitive Spider-Man. Similar to his darling of an actor, Peter doesn't carry himself like some sort of duty-bound demi-god unable to interact with the mere but helpless mortals. Even though this Peter is more handsome and masculine, he still sees himself as a regular guy. He nonchalantly removes his mask to emphasize this to members of his protectorate. He reveals himself to Gwen so early and confides in her instead of believing her to be an overly fragile damsel. Peter also pushes through his own fear and injury all to put others at ease. These are not only traits critical to respecting life, but also the qualities of a real man.

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The Way You Make Me Feel

M'Baku x Black Plus Sized Reader

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{This is low-key just filthy M'Baku smut. I'm sorry lmao. 18+ as always and umm. Also this is for my fellow 200+ pounds club girls too. ✌🏾}

Hearing your fiance announce that he was home and immediately go to his office after pecking your lips was a clear indication of a bad day.

You usually don't get more than a casual conversation in until the first six inches of him is snuggled into you.

“I made veggie burgers and some waffle fries love, if you’re hungry. You wanna talk about it?” You ask from the doorway of M’Baku’s office. 

You know that in his country he was a warrior. A man that defended his people with great honor, strength, and braveness.

He had agreed to move to America when your engagement happened because you couldn't bare to be away from your family and especially your mother for so long. His adjustment to the new people, new customs, and other differences was quite difficult for him.

“No thank you. ” He says but he never looks up from the paperwork on his desk. He was less than thrilled with his new job. You knew that he's far more qualified for almost any job/career, and sticking him with the label 'intern’ and having him put stamps on envelopes/file papers only agitated him. 

“This is is only temporary, boo. Only until we can find something better. Just for now. And then we raise our babies in Wakanda. Deal?” You say quietly as you watch his shoulders tense and he puts the pen down before leaning back in the chair.

“Come.” He says and you waste no time padding across the room to him. His large form engulfing you as you sit on his lap and lay your head on his shoulder. 

“Love you” you mumble to him as he massages your back. You let out a sigh of relief as you feel him relax against you. 

“You know that even in my time of frustration. My heart is always with you , right?” He says lowly as his strong hands move down to run his fingertips against your bare thighs. You shiver feeling the goosebumps rise against your skin. It didn't take much due to the fact that you were only wearing one of his old t-shirts. 

It was late at night and both of you slept nude anyways so you didn't bother putting on anything but his old shirt. When you heard your fiance walk through the door your only thought was that you wanted to be with him.

“I know. I never doubt that. I know that you aren't going to be cheery everyday babe. You know that I've got you and we can spend your off day tomorrow looking for something else but for tonight. Let me make you feel better, yes?” You whisper against his ear before leaning up to massage his shoulders over his unbuttoned dress shirt. He sits up to kiss your forehead and slide his hands under your shirt.

You take a moment to strip off his white dress shirt and then unbutton his pants.

You grab his large hands in yours before leaning into kiss him sloppily for a moment. Slowly letting your tongues work together before tugging on his bottom lip.

You slowly make your way kissing down his neck and chest before kissing over to his nipple. You chuckle softly as you feel him shiver when you swirl your tongue around his nipple and suckle it softly before switching to the right one.

You ghost your fingers light down his soft stomach over and over watching him squirm slightly. You feather your fingertips over his erection that's already starting to become constricted against the black boxer briefs. You nip at his stomach and suckle a few hickies into his deep rich hickory skin. 

Placing a kiss to his left hip and then his right before finally making your way onto your knees and sliding his boxers off.

You slide your hands ups and downs his thighs dragging your nails down his thighs and lean in to place a kiss to his balls before licking from the base of him to the tip of his dick. Your hands never leaving his thighs and never breaking eye contact.

His breathing has now become jagged and you can tell the anticipation is becoming too much for him.

"Is this for me?" You ask as you grab his dick stroking him slowly working your hand up and down.

"Always" he says in a low hushed tone waiting for you to finally take him into your mouth.

All 9 inches of him was now standing proudly and started to throb as you take in the tip, your hand still working over the base of him and massaging his balls. 

You never stop massaging his balls as you take the first five inches letting your soft pillowy lips run up and down his shaft. As you hollow your cheeks and work him into your mouth and towards your throat to deepthroat him. 

He scratches softly at your scalp as he grips our hair gently urging you to take all of him. 

"Good girl. You're such a good girl for me aren't you? Look at me." He commands as you look up at him. 

Your eyes are already starting to tear up as you approach inch 8.

You gag softly and relax your throat more breathing through your nose as you reach inch 9. You watch as he starts to thrust slowly letting you adjust and you moan softly loving the feeling of being engulfed by him. 

You use the spit slowly dripping down and massage over his balls as he thrusts a bit faster.

You hear him groaning your name over and over giving you all the praise in the world.

"My pretty fucking queen. My slutty fucking baby. Phefumla (breathe)."  He moans as he massages your jaw before gripping your face in his hand. He smacks your face softly and you smile against him.

This sometimes quiet and reserved man who is always too afraid that he'll hurt you is finally giving you what you asked for. 

"You like that?" He asks as he smacks your left cheek. But of course never hard enough to hurt you.

He pulls you up slowly off of him with a quiet pop and you breathe slowly already missing the feeling of him. 

"On the desk." Is all that he says before standing up and pumping himself slowly while watching you follow commands.

"Yes sir." You reply quickly tossing the shirt to the side and laying back on his desk. 

"Uh- uh vula (open). (Dlala ngayo nditsho ndimanzi (Play with it. Get it wet for me)." He demands while watching you run your fingers over your clit and down further teasing yourself as you close your eyes. Your lips already turned in a pout.

"Yes sir. Please sir, it feels so much better when you do it." You moan as he wraps his large hands around your thighs and slides you closer to him. 

He spanks your pussy repeatedly and held your legs open for him and chuckles softly as you grip his wrist and he brings his hand to his mouth,  licking his fingers.

M'Baku runs his dick up and down your pussy before leaning down to suckle your nipple. Tugging at the brown bud until your whimpering and then moving on to the other as he slowly enters you letting you adjust to him.

He kisses as your neck before fully standing up and snuggling into you as he wraps your thick thighs around his waist.

"You're so fucking pretty baby." M'Baku looks over you in awe as he stretches you out slowly at first and you smile up at him. 

"Shiiittt , you feel so good baby daddy." You whine as he picks up his pace. His hips rolling into you at an angle that hits your spot just right as your eyes roll back. 

"Baku fuck, I can literally feel you throbbing. Bae how are this fucking hard for me" you whine as he grips your hips and begin to pound into it. He loved watching your breasts bounce and you try to brace yourself by holding onto the desk but found it no help. 

Before you knew it he was wrapping his hand around your throat and giving you everything he had. 

"Oooh bae, fuck- stop playing you're gonna break the desk." You half whimper and half laugh as he chuckled lowly with you. 

You were grateful that sex with your best friend could be like this. Even while he's fucking your walls up y'all are still laughing at breaking his desk. 

"The desk? That's what you're thinking of?" He asks as he stops thrusting.

"No sir, please don't stop. Please?" You say to him with a pout as he pulls out slowly and drops to his knees. 

He latches onto your clit slowly working his tongue over it and sucking it before eating you out like it's his last meal. You grip the back of his head letting out a long drawn out moan of his name.

"Permission to cum? I cant-" you were cut off by him simply saying "no". 

The tears fill your eyes again as he stops again. 

You couldn't take him edging you again as he sat up your wetness given a glisten and sheen to this thick beard and mouth. 

"Baaab" is all that you could get out before he's already lifting you onto him and against the wall next to the desk.

You shriek softly thinking that being apart of the 200+ pound club wouldn't make it easy for him. This man lifted you like a feather placing you against the wall securely before lowering you down onto him and attaching his lips to yours. Letting his mouth drown out all your moans. 

"I know. I know, give it to me. You have permission to let it go baby. Are you going to make a mess for me?" He asks sweetly as he kisses the side of your face and neck while fucking into you at a pace that makes you feel like you can't even catch your breath.

You start to feel overheated and dizzy as your orgasm starts to hit you hard.

Your toes curl and you close your eyes trying to brace yourself as he pulls out and you waterfall. 

M'Baku gives you a section to catch your breath before he lays you back on the desk and chases his own. 

 You take him into your mouth again massaging his balls as he stands on the side of the desk. 

His groans are louder as he gripped your chin and let's go in your mouth.

"Fuck." He says quietly as you swallow and you wipe your mouth before he leans down to kiss you sloppily. 

"Sir, you nasty." you say laughing softly

"Mmmhmm" he replies before helping you up and grabbing towels for y'all to clean up.

"Love you." You call after him 

"I love you. Thank you." He says returning and massaging your thighs and kissing your forehead before offering a bubble bath.

[dreams-of-wings]

Being a part of the Core VK's, and daughter to Hades

Relationships with the Core Four:

You and Mal are half sisters - same dad, different moms. Mal hated you for a long time, even when she had yet to meet you, she knew of you and that made her blood absolutely boil. You were the daughter Hades raised, while he just left her and her mother. You both eventually get along, and once you do, you're inseparable, as thick as thieves, partners in crime, the works.

Evie thinks you're cool. She doesn't have a problem with you- then again I don't think she has a problem with anyone really. She likes your style, she wouldn't wear it, but she likes it because you work it and make it look good. She gets to know you more when you and Mal start hanging out and she kinda becomes like your sister as well.

Jay thinks you're awesome. He witnessed your hair burst into flames one day when someone pissed you off, trying to steal something your rightfully *coughcough* found. Definitely asked you about your powers and wondered why you could still use magic. It was kinda hard to explain, but basically on the island you can only do a few things - all of which require direct contact. Lounging/parkour buddy.

Okay, but please tell me why the thought of harmless, got bullied a lot, soft boy Carlos/intimidating, protective Daughter of Hades, just makes me melt. Like, you save his ass a lot. You knew Carlos before you knew the rest of the core four - back when it was Mal and Jay, Evie did her own thing, and Carlos was just kinda left to fend for himself. It's okay though, you'll protect him.

Background:

No one knows who your mother is

Not you

Not Mal

Not even Maleficent

Hades doesn't like to talk about her

She died before you had the ability to retain memories

She wasn't the first or the last of the people that were claimed by the terrible conditions of the Island of the Lost.

Medical care wasn't exactly top notch, and no one really cared about the ones who passed the first few years.

Just ment more supplies for the rest of them

You weren't allowed to wander the isle as a child, he kept you locked away - worried Maleficent might try something (and worried that if anyone found out about you being his daughter, they would have something over his head).

It was thanks to Hades tucking you away, that Maleficent was never able to find you.

You started sneaking out when you turned 10

You proved you could handle yourself, so Hades let you run free.

Besides 10 years had passed since you were born and he figured maybe Maleficent didn't care about you anymore.

It took you and Mal a while to trust eachother.

When you trusted her enough, you told her about your dad.

She didn't say anything and just left you - she was so angry and conflicted, on one hand she wanted to hate you because you were the child Hades' stuck around for, the one he raised, and fathered, and protected from Maleficent.

After a few weeks she found you in your own little corner if the island you carved for yourself, and explained everything.

Suprise, you're sisters!

Evie knows you're sisters

To be honest, you could be leader of their group, and also could be considered one of the most problematic kids on the Island, but you're too laid back.

You could go out of your way to cause trouble and make life on the island even more miserable than it already is.

But that takes too much effort.

Uma and Harry have no beef with you other than the fact that you're Mal's friend.

They try to get you to join their crew almost daily.

"Nah, you guys are good at what you do without me."

You're welcome at Ursula's fish and chips any time.

Uma doesn't even find your rejection insulting, you're just. So chill?

Her crew has rules, training, errands to run, collecting protection fees, and helping her at her mother's restuarant.

No thanks

Too much work

You like Mal's mom's way of doing things, "When you're evil, doing less is doing more."

Mal's crew just kinda hangs out together and roams the island being cats basically - lounging and loitering where you're not supposed to, subtly stealing things, knocking things over, just chilling and having fun doing whatever you want.

Your kinda crew.

Storyline:

When they go to Auradon, they take you with them

You weren't invited because again - no one knows who your parents are.

But you guys are kinda a package deal.

Ben was all for it when they called him.

"The more the merrier!"

He thought it was just an early sign that this was a great idea and he was making a difference.

You dont get to say bye to your dad because it was a very last minute thing.

You just kinda disappear.

But to be honest he's used to you just not showing up for weeks or even months at a time.

It's the reason why you were able to keep who your father is a secret for so long.

You come out the limo looking as cool as a cucumber, with your arms crossed as you stand next to Mal.

"This is more than you said there would be!" Fairy Godmother is not so subtly whisper-yelling at Ben.

"They wouldn't come without her- it was all of them, or none of them."

"Well maybe that should have been a sign, Benny-boo!"

"You know we can still hear you," you say while purposely chewing your gum in an obnoxious manner, just to get on their nerves.

They're already getting on yours.

In all seriousness, you whisper a, "Just say the word and she's toast," to Mal.

Screw Audrey.

Of course they split you all up for the most part.

They're worried if they put all the VK's together in one class, it may be too much for the teachers to handle.

They're not wrong.

To be honest though, you're a handful all on your own.

Your teachers wonder how things managed to burst into flames for no apparent reason all through out class.

Some jerks thought it would be okay to pick on Carlos when Jay isn't around him.

For some reason they think that just because your a girl, you're weak?

Must be the stupid "princely boy needs to save the day" mentality that runs rampant in Auradon.

You set someone's hair on fire.

And someone else duffle bag.

This would probably be a good time to mention that the VK's already know you can conjure fire.

They just think that your parent/parents are witches and you just have an affinity for fire.

Carlos normally either sticks to you or Jay when he isn't practicing with Ben.

You dont see your fathers statue in the hall of villains when you guys break into the museum - mostly because he's in another hall completely.

There's a whole hall dedicated to God's and goddesses as well as Hercules story.

You dont bother to offer up your powers when you're escaping, you know Mal's got it covered.

Helping Mal bake love potion cookies.

While the others are doing this because their parents would have their necks, you're genuinely doing this for your father. You know all he wants is to get off the island.

Causing a small lawn fire when the Sleeping Beauty's family and Chad get in Mal's face.

Your bursted into blue flames when Maleficent crashed Ben's coronation.

Having Mal's back after she was announced to become a new Lady of the Court.

Honestly you dont know what the big deal is about Mal using her magic.

Of course you go with Evie, Ben, Carlos, and Jay when they go to the isle to get Mal.

When Evie goes to talk to Mal you go visit your father.

He's a bit upset with you because he's seen you on TV so he knows you left.

But he can understand you not wanting to be trapped on this island forever.

"I'll find a way to get you out, soon."

"Say 'hello' to Mal for me"

Of course you couldn't.

Harry flirting with you and trying to recruit you again when he snags Ben.

When the battle at the docks ensues, you dont need a sword to fight.

Like Hades with his Ember, and like Mal and her Mother with their eyes, you dont need magic to use your flames because they are a part of you.

Sure the island managed to hold you back, but you can bring just enough to the surface to make any sword you grab on to too hot to handle.

Your powers are useless against Uma when she crashes cotillion.

You know, being surrounded by water and all.

"See ya, Y/N."

"See ya, Uma."

Surprisingly hard for you to make enemies

Except for Audry you know.

Of course you are Mal's planned maid of honor for her wedding.

Evue already has a dress made for you, and it was super hard for her not to gush to Mal about it because that would have given away the suprise.

You pretending to be defenceless against Hades when you all go to pick up the next chosen VK's to come to Auradon.

You keep your flames concealed of course because this would be a terrible time to show that both you and Hades share the same flaming blue hair.

You honestly surprised no one put two and two together sooner.

Definitely not there for the meeting where Mal decides to close the barrier for good.

But you were there for when Mal told Evie.

You were also the first to figure out Mal was hiding something. She wouldn't tell you right out though, but you knew something was up because that pause to answer Evie was too long.

Going back to the isle with the others to get Hades ember after Audrey turn Mal old.

"Hey girls~" was the greeting you both got from Hades when Mal tried to grab his Ember.

"Long time no see, Y/N."

Mal just glares at him.

You sit on the table where the Ember was while you let Mal and Hades have their little musical number. Mal kinda let her anger come through.

"Hey!" You would not be dragged into this, thank you.

You went to stand next to Mal when she asked for the Ember one final time and looked at your father with a shit eating grin, because you know deep down he won't say no to his girls.

"The Ember won't work for you."

"Yes it will. We're blood."

"You're only half Hades."

"Well then I guess two halves make a whole, right?"

"Those are my girls~"

You, Mal, and Uma joining together to break Audrey's attempt to keep you guys trapped in the cabin.

Helping Evie be the peace keeper when you all battle the suits of armor in Ben's castle.

You chase after Uma and Harry when Mal breaks the news about the barrier.

Which means you didn't get turned to stone.

Helping Uma reignite the Ember so Mal can take on Audrey.

Telling Mal you want to go back to the Isle along with Uma, Harry, Gil, and Celiea.

She's heart broken because you're her sister and it was kinda supposed to be you both against the world.

You can't turn your back on the kids from the isle. Like Mal, so many of the younger ones look up to you. On top of that you also can't imagine not ever seeing your dad again.

She understands, and when Hades comes to wake up Audrey, you go back to the Isle with your father.

You finally agree to join Uma's crew when you return.

Shes happy but also let's you know shes sorry you had to leave your sister.

You're hanging out with your new crew at the Fish and Chips when it's almost time for Mal to announce that they will be closing the Barrier forever.

You, Uma, Gil, and Harry are huddles up together around the TV.

But when Mal announces they will be opening the barrier for good you all cheer and you run to go get your dad.

Yay big family reunion!

[farawaysoph-ie]

It happened. Hyena ended. And now I'm sad and a little empty. I usually don't stick with dramas, I tend to skip ahead or to leave them unfinished. But this one I loved so much! So here's one of my very long and very spoiler-y lists.

First the stuff that really didn't sit well with me:

What in the name of all that is sacred is this?

Because sure as hell THAT is NOT pizza.

The jealousy trope, why Lawyer Yoon, you were doing so well, why become a whiny child for a couple of episodes? That was your only uncool move so I'll let you off

They are all bad people, so I often felt bad for who they were using

I think they got off the hook too easily when everyone found out about the dating, but I can suspend my disbelief

Now the good!

A female lead that was badass and unstoppable, and stayed that way until the end! I may cry, I loved how lawyer Yoon was the one with a troubled conscience, and she was kinda of a bad person

I felt so sorry watching lawyer Yoon falling more and more in love, even if at the trial lawyer Jung was amazing

Their antics while working against each other were so FUN (what can I say, I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers)

But watching them destroy other people together later on was even more satisfying

Of course when lawyer Jung set foot at Song&Kim our lawyer Kim was so in denial, but their first trial? The wink? The secret high-five?

Can I thank the kdrama gods for lawyer Boo? I mean she was smart, competent, elegant, a good person working among sharks, but more than anything she was like NORMAL?

No hysterics? She started to respect and learn from the female lead? Wow, thank you

Oh Gyeong Hwa was precious and her story broke my heart, like she was always there on the background never asking for anything or doubting her savior (also the GPS thing xD)

What were we? Two people in love (SOMEONE SEND HELP)

The chemistry between our leads was something else

So you think of me like an ex-boyfriend (touchè)

The bickering

Lawyer Jung is one hell of a woman, I mean her past? The sole thought of how many times she was beaten up to toughen up so much. I'm not saying that stabbing herself and falsely incriminating her stepfather is okay, but you know neither is waiting until someone who should have taken care of you beats you to death.

She was literally ready to die

But no matter how much a case resembled her past, she never swayed. Never letting stuff clouding her judgements and goals

Sometimes being a woman sucks, I mean look at Seo Jung-Hwa. She had to be with an obsessive lover and when she was almost free, someone else killed her, bc that's what powerful people do if you cross their path.

Lawyer Jung was an excellent detective and I loved her relationship with Park Joo-Ho, he was the little brother who always stick up for his big sis (real ride or die guys)

The stepfather coming back asking for an apology: ???

Like dude? Don't you think you should at least apologize first?

When she took a step back, it broke my heart

Use me, my feelings are mine to deal with (legit died here)

Keving Jung who?

I told them I loved you

Rich boy

Lawyer Yoon's father, disappointment of the year: what the hell dude? How can you do that to the son that stayed with you through everything?

This ⬇⬇⬇

And then this ⬇⬇⬇

They were cute *.* I loved them being vulnerable with each other

Also him telling her she was the only one who would have grabbed a knife with her hand... dude what was she supposed to do? Die? ^^'

The best friend and the divorcee, were often the drama comic relief, but she gave him very good advide, especially about loyalty at the end: they make the girl always go after the money in this case, so I was pleasantly surprised

The criminal lawyer had less will to live than me sometimes, I get it dude

Finally we didn't get a proper final kiss, but they were going around hug-walking, which in this case translates as married, I don't make the rules

So as always I feel like I loved this story more than my words can convey (and I'm totally forgetting stuff, feel free to add), but I just loved this drama, by far one of my fav of the year.

Gonna be hard finding the next one to seriously obsess with. Now I'll go listen to HYENA by Giriboy, again.

[har-rison-s]

ask me why

IT: CHAPTER TWO SPOILERS!

request: I love your stan fics!! could you possibly write a sad, angsty one where the reader and stan were childhood sweethearts and they move away and forget each other because of the magic of derry and then when she comes back she’s heartbroken over his death. maybe the scene where they are in the neibolt with the spider-stan(😭😭) and she freaks out and has like a panic attack because she realises he’s not there to help her anymore? idk if that makes sense? thank you either way❤️keep the stan coming!!

A/N: Oh, my goodness. I am the reader and the writer in this one, my feelings are one with her on this one. Oh, god... I'm heartbroken. Also school is tomorrow and I hate gooooiiinnnng but I gotta. Anyways, hope you like this and that it's what you're looking for! Happy reading!

warnings: death, grief, panic attack, descriptions of blood and suicide. Take tissues cause this is very emotional, trust me. Get ready.

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“The bathtub.” Beverly says into the phone before Patty can. Beverly realises that what she saw twenty seven years ago had happened. What a tragedy. She thinks of how Patty feels and then glances over at Y/N, who waits for Bev to end the call and tell everyone what Patty said. How ever will she tell her? It'll break her heart, it will break the girl herself. “Patty, I'm so sorry, honey. You can call anytime, alright?”

“I'm sorry, I have to go.” Patty tells Beverly and hangs up. Beverly puts her phone in her pocket and turns to her friends. All their faces awaiting, impatient and nervous of what she might say. Is it true what the fortune cookies told them or is IT playing tricks on them? 

“Stanley's gone. In--In the bathtub. There's blood everywhere, Patty said.” Beverly says, but she's looking at Y/N while she's talking. Her face falls. Her eyes empty in a second, looking hollow and abundant. Everyone gasps and mutters words of shock and disbelief. In her ears, everything fades out and she can only hear his voice. Stanley.

“Let's go swimming.” He turns to her with the biggest smile. She tilts her head to one side. “I won't scare you, I promise.” Stan raises his arms up in mock defense. She sighs.

“Okay, fine.” Y/N agrees and raises to her feet. The pair lock hands, taking steps towards the lake, skipping here and there. They're both smiling at each other. Y/N leans towads Stanley's shoulder with her head, resting it there and humming. 

He didn't scare her in the water for the first time. He usually tells her there's something big underwater and when she looks under to see if there is indeed something, Stan would grab her thighs and she'd scream. No more of that, he said to himself after Y/N told him she's starting to get scared of the water.

She feels her heart being crunched up by someone's hand. Fate, it could be. But it's IT. IT is responsible for this. For all of this. 

Her lungs collapse, too. Y/N feels like she can't take breaths anymore, like she never will. Feels like her lungs have closed down, stopped working. Like they're filled with water or something even heavier. Like there's never going to be air in her lungs, like they're filled to the brim. Never possible of saving.

She opens her mouth to try and breathe, but she's hiccuping, coughing almost. 

Stanley. Stanley Uris. Her Stanley. 

The most beautiful boy she's ever layed her eyes on in her whole life. Anyone she saw as a person of potential interest in her so-far life was lacking something, she realises now. One thing. They weren't him.

His radiant smile that made her smile when she didn't feel like ever smiling again, when she had forgot how to. Lightened up the room and shone like the sun. Made her feel like there was nothing bad in the world. 

His voice. The boy could sing, but only she knew that. He never sang in front of anyone else, none of his friends. Only her. And she loved it.

He thought he was bad at singing but God, did he sound like an angel. He was very insecure about it, that's all.

“Sing what you want to. I wanna hear it, whatever the song!” She beamed, resting her head in her hands, her elbows on Stanley's desk surface. Stanley sighs, sitting in a chair not so far from her and his desk. He looks down, lip bitten, deep in choosing the song he could sing. 

“Okay, okay,” he says, lifting his head and breathing deeply in and out, preparing himself, “but don't laugh.” Stan points a finger at Y/N. She shakes her head.

“I would never, baby.” She says. “Go ahead.”

Stan takes a breath in and out and, after a few more seconds, starts finally singing. “I love you, whoo-hoo-whoo-hoo, cause you tell me things I want to know,” He sings. He doesn't look Y/N in the eyes as he sings, he focuses on one of the furniture facing him. He's so shy about it, “and it's true, whoo-hoo-whoo-hoo, that it really only goes to show...

“That I know, that I, I, I, I should never, never, never be blue-ooh!” He hits the highnote perfectly. “Now you're mine, my happiness still makes me cry. And in time you'll understand the reason why if I cry, it's not because I'm sad. 

“But you're the only love that I've ever had.” He looks at her at once. Because he means the words, wants to sing them to her, wants to tell her those words. They're true. 

Y/N smiles wide, happy tears in the corners of her eyes. Stanley smiles wide and rushes over to her. He kneels before her and his face is mischievous, up to something.

“I can't believe,” he resumes singing, a theatrical facial expression on his features, which makes Y/N giggle, “it's happened to me. I can't concieve of anymore,” he extends his arm in the air, “mi-se-ry!” He exclaims, a mock-brave and determined look on his face. As if he was playing Superman, who's flying through the air after saving a particular girl form danger. 

Y/N giggles histerically, looking at Stanley and holding his other hand. He drops the act and leans closer into her face. Not too close, not that intimate. At least not yet.

“Ask me why,” he sings quieter, “I'll say I love you,” with each verse, he gets closer and closer, keeping their eyes locked on each other, “and I'm always thinking of you...” Stan drifts off and kisses her on the lips tenderly, sweetly. Just like he sang a second ago. 

Her knees buckle in, her feet give out. Gravity or rather, horrible pain and grief, takes over her completely and she's falling down to the ground. In the street, between her friends. All of them immediately get closer to her, huddle around her. 

They see the terrifying look on her face. It's everything mixed. Pain, memories, grief, terror, fear, anger, longing... It's all in there, in her wide, wide, as-big-as-buttons eyes. Mouth agape. She looks just like a person having a stroke would look. And her friends are actually scared that she is having one.

“Y/N!” Beverly calls to her, hoping to get her out of this horrid and scary trance. Ben pushes Y/N in a sitting position from behind so she wouldn't be laying on the wet, dirty ground of the Derry street. 

She gasps and hiccups and tries to regain control over her body and brain. But her mind can't help but go back to the best memories of her childhood. And her body is completely out of order, out of anyone's control. Her friends try to shake her, bring her back to them pysically first. 

The only thing they get from her before Y/N completely shuts down, is one word. “Stanley.” It's a quiet whisper that they barely heard. It was like a mutter between her lips, something meant for only her to hear. 

Her wide eyes close instantly and her mouth, too. She's limp in Ben's and Beverly's arms. “No! Y/N!” She exclaims, afraid something serious has happened to her. Some sort of internal, physical damage. But she's having a very pleasant dream, unconscious to her friends.

“Let's see that!” Stanley takes her sketchbook from her, making Y/N gasp and pry after her book, her pencil still in hand. 

“I'm not finished!” She exclaims, but it's no use. Everyone's huddled around Stanley holding her sketchbook and already looking at the new drawing she really has not finished yet.

“Oh my God, that is so pretty!” Beverly says.

“I'm the prettiest one, of course, thank you, Y/N.” Richie boasts. 

“Then I shall draw your horrible witch nose bigger, Rich!” She says and the kids both stick their tongues at each other, mean faces showing. Y/N comes closer to Stan holding the book.

Everyone's gasping and pointing at themselves in the artwork, saying how alike the drawing is to real life. And though Y/N loves the compliments and thanks them, she really needs to finish the piece so that it could be even more prettier and perfect.

She puts her hand firmly on the sketchbook and pulls it towards herself. Stanley looks at her with his delinquent famous smile and holds the book tight in his hands.

“Give it back, I need to finish it.” She requests. Stan takes the book closer to his chest. 

“What will I have for that?” He bargains and she narrows her eyes at the boy. 

“If you give it back,” she starts, “I'll give you the whole book. For your own exploitation.”

“Come on! We're hoping for something more enticing, Y/N!” Richie cries and Eddie hits his arm, despite snickering.  

“What about a kiss?” Stan suggests and Y/N lets herself smile at him. She throws herself at him, kissing him hard on the lips as they both smile wicked smiles. 

“Ew!” Everyone exclaims upon the action and turns away from the couple. 

“Guys, they're so cute.” Beverly cheers, but everyone boos her, already finding new things to do. Beverly laughs to herself and turns back to her book in the hammock. 

Stanley and Y/N pull apart, smiling and looking at each other with heart eyes and looks of pure gratitude and appreciation. Though their friends exclaim in disgust whenever the two show a bit of affection towards each other, they really love them and can't help wishing for the same kind of love in their lives. They're happy for the most loving best friends in their group, very happy.

“Guys, she's waking up!” Eddie calls out to his friends once he sees Y/N opening her eyes slowly. He hopes she's really waking up, not just a flutter of the eyelids in-between dreams or nightmares. Richie, Bill, Mike, Beverly and Ben come up to the hotel's lounge sofa where Y/N is laying, now conscious. 

“Hey, honey,” Beverly tries to smile at her. She takes Y/N's hands between her own, “how are you feeling?” She asks.

“I would love not to answer that question.” Y/N says and sits up. Her friends sigh, somehow relieved by her answer and her healthy look. “How long was I—how long ago—” She can't seem to form the question she wants to ask.

“A couple hours.” Eddie answers her un-finished question. “Do you need some Advil or Morphine?” He questions. Y/N furrows her eyebrows at the man. 

“No, thanks.” She says. “So, what are we doing, what's our plan?”

“Well, since Beverly has seen us all die,” Richie starts to say, oblivious that his words might trigger tears and intense emotions in Y/N. Unwantedly, tears start dripping down onto her sweater and jeans in hot streams, “we need to kill the stupid clown this time. Otherwise, we'll die. Just how Bev's seen us die.”

Y/N sobs, pulling her knees to her chest and letting it all out. She sobs and she cries and she hiccups and she wails, heartbreaking sounds for her friends' ears. 

“I don't care.” She cries. “I don't care. I'll die, then. I don't care.” She shakes her head, repeating the phrases over and over.

“Well, that was my plan.” Richie admits. 

“We can't let you die, Y/N.” Ben tells her. But she doesn't listen. She doesn't want to hear support or any positive comments from anyone now.

“Listen, Y/N/N,” Mike starts to say, sitting closer to her, “there is a way to kill him. For real this time.” This is what makes her look at Mike, or look at anyone, really. He's caught her attention. Is it true?

“Trust us, Y/N. W-W-We can end IT he-here and n-now.” Bill joins in. She looks at him, she looks at Beverly, she looks at Ben, and Richie and Eddie. They're all nodding. Quite sure that there really is a way for them to get rid of this horrid creature that's ruined so many lives. Finally do it. And they get to do it. 

No one will know it if they do, no one will congratulate them and put crowns on their heads and give them flowers. But it doesn't matter. They'll be heroes to themselves and to the people who have lost everything because of this stupid killer clown. If they succeed and don't die in the process.

The whole point was to find an artifact from your childhood here. It had to be burned. Y/N's was a portrait of herself that Stan did. He tried really hard. And she doesn't want to burn it now. 

She sat in the clubhouse alone, after everyone left, crying. Full-out sobbing and wailing in her deep sorrow. She was completely spent after it, save Pennywise spooking her out of there, the portrait crumpled up in her fist tightly. 

IT thought it'd be funny to portray itself as Stanley who was drowning in his own blood and almost taking Y/N with him, if she hadn't ran up the stairs. It's not real, it's not real. Her fear was drowning and losing Stanley. And the fact that one of them came true is just so unacceptably sad. Devastating. (A/N: I want to cry.)

She layed in the grass above the Clubhouse for however long she needed to calm down and pick up her broken pieces, mentally and physically. She slowly rose to her feet and started her way back to the hotel. She thought she saw Bowers on her way back, but she told herself she's just mistaken the man for Bowers. But, when Eddie came out of his room with blood gushing out of his cheek and said that Bowers is in his room, she realised she wasn't mistaken with who she saw.

After an argument and Richie trying to flee the town, the Losers Club reunited and bravely went back into the Neibolt house to kill IT once and for all. Y/N was scared, hollow, but with the realisation and perk that she had nothing to lose anymore. She had lost the most important thing in her whole life. Nothing can be worse than that.

They were a mess. Not five minutes into the trip in Neibolt and they had split up, everything was in shambles and they couldn't get a hold of themselves or each other.

Y/N was crouched down, turned inwards, in the corner of the must-have-been kitchen. Her head between her hands and her eyes on Stanley. Or Stanley's head. The one that now had spider legs grown out of it. His eyes are... horrid. No sign of life or love or anything good. Death, hate, anger, maliciousness. None of these qualities were something that Stan ever contained.

Tears are streaming down her face in a quick pace, scorching her cheeks and eyes, irritating the skin. Her throat is already dry from the screaming and crying for the past twelve hours. It hurts to cry, but it hurts to see... this weird Stanley Uris. She can't help but cry.

Her love. Her life. Her only love ever. The boy that was ready to give her everything he could give from him. The boy who was ready to show her the world, who was ready to take the moon and stars from the sky if she ever asked, the boy who was ready to protect and love her like no one else could ever try.

He's dead. He's dead because of IT and its wrath and its toll on Stanley. How unfair. How unfair for IT to do this to such a caring, innocent young boy. How dare he. Stanley had done nothing wrong in his life to get this end. Stanley hadn't done anything wrong for something or someone to bite him back in the form of IT, a killer clown or a weird-looking woman. 

She's filled with fury. She's still crying, still bawling and moaning in emotional pain while her friends are in panic. Stanley's spider form is not getting off Richie. Bill is trying to help him, Eddie's in another corner, frozen in fear, as well. God, he can't even help his friends. He's so scared. His fear and traumatic memories have been so repressed and now they're coming back in a second's time, all at once, and hitting him in the face like a brick. Quite physically.

Y/N picks up a spike from the floor. She figures it must be laying there since Pennywise got it out of his head when Beverly stabbed him. Twenty-seven years ago... When Stan was still alive... When they were all in one piece. Her face twists in utter anger and she growls, almost. Eddie's eyes flicker over to her, scared of her, too. He hopes she's not another form of IT.

Y/n holds the spike in her hands so tight it makes her hand hurt. But she doesn't care. She must do this. At least this. She staggers over the room to where Richie, Bill and Stan's head are with the spike in her hands and, upon reaching them, immediately starts hitting the damn spider-head with the spike's sharp end.

She's screaming and crying and calling IT names, calling the entity out for what he's done, for what he is. Her every emotion is spilling out into each hit and each word and spit of her tongue.

Richie and Bill start screaming, and Y/N tries hard not to hit Richie in the process. The spider-head grows weaker and falls off of Richie, who now has a very bloody shirt. Bill helps him get up, and the men both watch Y/N completely destroying the spider-head with the spike. 

She's yelling, she sounds like an animal, there's anguish and rage. The only things they see existing in her. Blood is everywhere, the head is screaming, as well, blood and guts and brains and pieces of spider-legs everywhere. Horrid, disgusting scene all around.

The moment the head is hit to complete pieces is when Y/N finally groans out, relief in the groan, and drops the spike. She collapses on the floor next to the destroyed head, her hand on her stomach. 

That was a big thing. A big step. In stepping over her fears and in starting to get over Stan's death. If she's ever capable of that. 

“Y/N!” Bill and Richie go over to her, helping her stand up. Eddie's in terrible shock from everything he's seeing, he can't move.

“I'm fine, guys, I'm fine. That just took a lot of strength.” She says and takes a few deep breaths, panting as the two men hold her by her sides and back supportively. 

“You're a fucking hero, Y/N.” Richie says. She doesn't say anything, and nor does anyone else for a while. Richie and Bill exchange looks, thinking the same thing.

Y/N could destroy a thing that looked exactly like the love of her life. While her fear is losing him, Stanley dying or just... going away in any other way. She is so brave. Much, much more brave than the two of them combined, at least now. She is so, so brave and strong. She could be the main key to destroying IT when they get to the layer.

A/N: Maybe this was very dramatic, but just... imagine being in the Losers' place. Imagine it, just... swim deep into the thought and concept. It couldn't be otherwise.

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[hanaridulsetcheese]

The Cotton-Floss Man

Han Jisung X Reader

Plot: It was your 3 year anniversary with Han and you wanted to do something special for him. You decided to recreate the first time you met him as a reminder of the best day of your lives.

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You woke up to the smell of pancakes cooking, this caused a smile to come up on your face. You turned around in your bed to find the spot Jisung slept in empty, so you walked out of bed and to the kitchen.

You were met with your shirtless husband standing next to the stove, flipping the golden disc of happiness while quietly humming. 

You snuck up behind him and snaked your hands around his waist. He smiled, shutting off the stove and turned around in your arms, giving you a kiss.

"Happy anniversary baby. " he wraps his arms around you, giving you a big Hannie hug, specialised for you and only you.

"Happy anniversary Hannie. " you both shared a sweet kiss before pulling away, smiling like kids in a candy store.

"I made you breakfast. " he lifts up a plate full if golden, delicious pancakes.

"You didn't have too. " you said, looking at him with love in your eyes.

"I wanted to treat you today, it's a special day and you're my special person. We agreed on not doing gifts so I thought I could do this.  " he winked.

"Hannie~ " you smiled.

The both of you sat down and ate the amazing breakfast Jisung had made for you, you were a little jealous because you could never cook as well as him, it was his special hidden talent.

After breakfast, Jisung insisted that you two cuddled while watching one of your favourite movies, it was a simple gesture but sweet nonetheless.

You and Jisung have been close friends ever since he was a trainee, you actually met him at a fun fair one day, he snuck out and came to see the opening of the fair and got placed with you on the Farris wheel since you couldn't go alone.

It was fun with Jisung, he was a stranger but you felt like you knew him for a long time, you both admired the view from the height of the Farris wheel when you were at the top, the light from the setting sun illuminated his face allowing you to take in all his features. He was a really good-looking stranger.

After two years of knowing him, he had asked you out and you had dated for four and a half years before Jisung decided it was the perfect time to make you truly his.

When ever you and Jisung would cuddle, just like this very moment, your mind would always slip back to the fair. It was the greatest day of your life.

The both of you were alone at the fair, your friend ditched you for her crush and he came alone so you two had decided to stick together, you got to know Jisung a little and found out you had the same passion for music.

Later that night you both had went your separate ways, forgetting to exchange phone numbers. You were saddened at the fact that you might not see him again, but that didn't stop him from always being on your mind, the same went for Jisung, he couldn't stop thinking about you, it went to the point where he actually wrote songs about you.

You were sure you wouldn't see him again, but destiny had other plans. You were scouted but a JYP manager and you had decided to take the opportunity so you auditioned. It was possibly the greatest decision you made, you were so shocked to see Jisung there as well, he hadn't noticed you until you started singing.

Your angelic voice caught his attention, causing him to look up and see you, he smiled so wide as he watched you sing.

"(Y/N)- " you heard Jisung call out to you.

"Y-yeah? " you snapped out of your daydream.

"I thought I lost you for a second. " he laughed. "What were you thinking about?"

"The day we first met. " you said, blushing slightly.

"Sneaking out of my dorm room was the best thing I ever did. " he smiled, remembering the day as if it were yesterday.

"I'm kind of glad you snuck out too. " you giggled.

"And we have to thank (Y/F/N) for ditching you that day. " you both laughed. "If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have been asked to join you on that Ferris wheel. "

"I have an idea. " you said, a light suddenly lit up in your head.

"What is it? " he asked, pushing his hair back.

"It's a surprise, go out on a hoodie and jeans with your high tops. " you said, smiling widely.

"Why, where are we going? " he asked again.

"It's. A. Surprise. " you say, kissing him after every word.

"Fine. " he smiled and runs up stairs to change.

You made a few phone calls to make your plans comes to life before heading up to change as well.

When you were both done, you got out pulled out a blindfold, the silliest one you could find of course, and handed it to Jisung.

"Put this on. " you gave it to him.

"I can't drive if I can't see. " he says, dangling the car keys in his hands.

"You're not driving today boo, I am. " you smiled sheepishly at him, snatching the keys from him.

"Just tell me where we are going! " he whined, using his squirrel like visuals on you.

"Not gonna work today Hannie. " you put the blindfold on him and placed a small kiss on his nose making him laugh at the ticklish feeling.

You helped him out the door and into the car before getting in your self and driving off to your suprise location.

When you arrived, you couldn't help but feel nostalgic at the site in front of you, you wanted to cry at the memories it held but you didn't want to spoil the surprise for Jisung.

"We're here. " you told him. You helped him out if the car again and walked him to the entrance before stopping.

"Can I take of the blindfold now? " he asked eagerly.

"Okay, in three, two, one..."

He pulled if the blindfold and looked at the place in front of him. You saw a smile form on his face before he looked at you.

"Is this- " he started slowly, before turning to you.

"The fair where we first met? Yes it is. " you smiled.

"I can't believe we are back here, this is amazing. " he said, giving you the biggest hug in the world.

"Come on let's go! " you grabbed him hand and pulled him toward the ticket booth.

"I didn't being any money. " he said as you approached the man inside the booth.

"Shush, this is my idea, so I'm playing for everything. " you smirk at him.

"But (Y/N/N)~ "

"But Hannie~ " you mocked him. "I want to spoil you for once, let me please. "

"Fine, but only this once. " You squealed and bought both your tickets.

You both ran into the fair like little kids, looking around at the familiar place, everything was just like how you remembered it.

"Where do you want to go first? " you asked him.

"Remember that candy floss guy who gave us that crazy fortune? " he said, while you two were at the fair when you both met, Jisung bought you candy floss and the man told the both of you that he could sense that you two would be inseperable when you heard the sound of glass shattering.

You didn't want to believe him then, because he was just a candy floss man that was just saying random things until the day you became an official trainee for JYP, there was an accident in the practice room next to you and you heard glass shattering, you went to check it out and saw that the mirror had fallen due to there being a loose screw, Jisung entered the room at the same time having been the another practice room you both wondered how the screw had lossened.

You didn't know what was happening so you decided to go and report it to Park Jinyoung, when you remembered the room to show him, you accidently stepped on a piece of glass and bliss started gushing out of your foot, you screamed in pain and Jisung came after shearing the sound, he immediately took you to the nurse after seeing you.

He didn't want to leave your side when he found out you needed stitches because the cute was deep, he helped you walked everywhere, even carried you because he didn't want to strain yourself. After that day, he always stuck with you and you two became closer and closer.

"We should see if he is still here, I guess we have to thank him. " the both of you walked towards the middle of the fair, trying to find the man and the candy floss stand.

"What was the name of the stall again? " you asked him.

"Moon Jihoon's Floss I think it was. "

You two walked around a little in search of the stall, but it was no where to be found, until-

"Jisung, is that it? " you pointed to the bright pink stall at the fair end of the fair.

He squinted trying to get a better look at the stall, "I think so, let's go check it out. "

You walked toward the stall ready to the face the man who had somehow knew you two would get together, bit you were disappointed when you reached the stall.

"Hey guys, can I interest you in anything? " a middle aged man asked, he was definitely not the one who you remembered.

"I'm sorry, is this Moon Jihoon's Floss? " Jisung asked the man.

"It:s named after the creator of this devine recipe himself- " the man gestured the a small frame on the counter, it was an old looking picture of the same man you were looking for.

"Jisungie that's him. " you said. Jisung looked at the carefully.

"Who is this man? " Jisung asked the man politely.

"That's my great grandfather, I named the stall after him. " the man said.

"May we speak to him? Is he here? " you asked him.

"He died fifty years ago. " the man said looking down at the picture.

"Excuse me? " Jisung looked at you, not knowing what to believe.

"He died fifty years ago. " he repeated.

"That's impossible, a few years ago he told my wife and I something. He was here and we spoke to him. " Jisung said in disbelief.

"I think you're getting confused with someone else because he was definitely not alive a few years ago, the only reason I opened up the stall is in honour of his memory, he taught my grandfather the art of candy making and my grandfather taught me. " he said in a slow tone.

"This is really strange. " you said.

"I'm sorry? " the man said.

"Um, thanks anyway, well just have a regular candy floss. " you said and handed him the money, noticing Jisung pout as you did.

You took the candy floss from him and thanked him before walking away with Jisung.

"I clearly remember that man talking to us. He was definitely alive too. " Jisung said, stuffing some candy floss in his mouth.

"Maybe we saw someone else, maybe it never happened. " you said, not fully believing the words coming out of your mouth.

"We couldn't have been seeing the same thing together. " Jisung said, you nodded knowing that something was off.

"I honestly don't know what it was, but you have to admit, it feels like one of those movies. " you laughed.

"It does. I'm waiting for the secret service to pop up from the ground and kidnap us, telling us to go on this secret mission and find treasure. " he said, 'looking' around for the secret service.

You two continued to walk around the fair, stopping to play games and here and there, genuinely having a good time. Before you knew it, it was almost sunset and you had the final piece of your plan to execute.

"Let's go in the Farris wheel. " you said and Jisung nodded, holing your hand and walking to the ride that started it all.

You waited in the line until it was your turn to go on the ride.

"Next. " the man at the Farris wheel called out.

You saw the smile smile at you and you smiled at him back, giving him the signal.

"I'm sorry ma'am. " he said to you.

"Excuse? " you played along.

"This ride is meant for two people, you can't go alone. "

Jisung looked at the man confused, he was about to say something before the man interrupted him.

"Ah, this young man seems to be alone as well, how about you both go together. " he opened the cart of the both of you and let you both go in.

Jisung suddenly realised what was happening and he laughed. "I can't believe you did this. "

"Did what? " you asked innocently before giggling.

"Did you really just recreated our first meeting? "

"I'd wanted it to be special. I thought you'd get a kick out of this. " you saw Jisung with the cutest smile on his face.

"Buckle up love birds. " the man took of his cap that covered his face, revealing himself to Jisung.

"Moon Jihoon?! " he looked at him in complete shock.

Moon Jihoon smiled at the both of you before pressing the button, the cart slowly ascended into the air, taking you higher and higher.

"I'm always right Han Jisung. The next sound you would hear will be crying, but it will mark the beginning of your new chapter in life. "

Jisung looked at you, hoping you would explain to him what Moon Jihoon had said, but instead you grabbed his hand and kissed it before placing it on your stomach.

Tears formed in your eyes as you saw Jisung slowly start to comprehend what was happening. He looked at you with the brightest smile on his face, tears threatening to spill from his own eyes.

"Are you serious? " he whispered.

You nodded and watched his smile brighten, "You're gonna be a daddy. "

Jisung hugged you tightly, burying his face into the nook of your neck, you felt his tears on your neck so you slowly broke away from the hug and wiped his tears.

"You are the greater thing that ever happened to me. I can't wait for our new life with this little precious, " he rubbed your stomach. "I promise you, I will do my absolute best to help you with this pregnancy, I promise I will be the best dad ever. " he kissed you sweetly.

"I know you are going to be the best dad, you are already the best husband and best friend a girl could ask for. "

You cupped his cheeks, kissing him again.

"I'm really glad to have you in my life. "

[groovyzombiellama]

Shoutout To My Ex 2

Title: Shoutout To My Ex 2

Requested? Yes.

Plot: You start dating G-Eazy after breaking up with Colson, but after hearing he had an accident and he was in hospital, you rush over to see him, with your new boyfriend, resulting in a somewhat awkward situation in the hospital when your new partners realize you two are still not over each other.

Word count: 1224

Part 1

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It took you so long to let go of the grudge you were holding against Chantel and Colson, and to crawl out of the little hole you've built for yourself to just exist in. Meeting Gerald and spending time with him got you out of feeling sorry for yourself, of feeling like it was something you did that made Colson want to cheat on you. You spent your time asking yourself what you did to make him want to do something like that, or maybe it was something you said. Because to you, a drunk person was in a way at their most honest, and that's the time their inner feelings emerge and they act according to that and not their head. It was only when you started coming out into the world of socialising again did it hit you that you were not the problem. That you should not be blaming yourself that the man you loved not only ended up in another woman's bed, but also made her his girlfriend. So why couldn't you get Colson out of your head? Why is he still the first thing you think about when you wake up, and the last image that passes your mind before falling asleep? 

You should be sticking to what you said, being gone for good. Colson didn't really spend his days asking for you to forgive him, he was instead spending time with his new boo. And in reality that wouldn't change anything if he did. You're too stubborn to even listen to him, but in the back of your mind, you wished he at least tried. You really cared about Gerald and you knew he cared about you, so you spent a lot of time focusing on getting Colson out of your head and filling it with your music and your boyfriend. But Colson's face would always somehow manage to cloud your vision and at the same time give you a bundle on inspiration. And that irritated you more than anything, that the one guy you wanted to hate the most was the reason behind some of your best songs. But you didn't really know how much you were still in love with him until one night, when you received a call from an unknown number. You were in the shower at the moment, and since you had absolutely nothing to hide from Gerald, you told him to answer it.

If only you didn't. When you walked our of the shower, you saw him sitting on the edge of your bed with his head in his hands. Putting away the towel you were drying your hair with, you kneeled in front of him, worry in your gaze as you asked him what was going on. He looked at you with a strange look in his eyes that you couldn't quite decipher before telling you something that made your blood freeze and your eyes widen. Your heart started beating like crazy.

"Colson had a car accident, he's in the hospital now. His condition is critical."

Watching the change in your features along with how fast you were on your feet, getting ready to go and see him made Gerald think about the phone conversation he had previously, with Chantel. She was the one to call your phone while you were in the shower and told Gerald the news. But she didn't exactly tell him the same thing je told you. Colson's condition wasn't critical, he was knocked unconscious, but he was gonna be fine, with just a few cuts and bruises. The reason why she told your boyfriend to change the story was to show him that you were still in love with Colson.

"The two of them are still in love with each other and are failing miserably to fall in love with us. I'm calling only because as Colson was coming back to consciousness, out of all the names he could have said, he called out to Y/N. I feel terrible for being half of the reason why they ended their relationship, but if this works and you see that she's still in love with him by her actions, we should probably stop fooling ourselves with thinking that they will love us more than each other."

Those words played inside his head, as he had memorized them. He knew that you might still have feelings for your ex, but this confirmed for him that not even you were aware just how in love you still are. The car ride was silent and as soon as you entered the hospital, you were rushing towards the doctors, asking if Colson was gonna be alright. After they confirmed that he's gonna be fine, you sunk into one of the chairs in the waiting room, Chantel giving a meaningful glare to Gerald, who sat down next to you. He suggested that you two go home since now you know he's gonna be fine to which you quickly protested, saying that you were not leaving until they let you see him.

"You're still in love with him."

You shift your gaze at your boyfriend, who raised his eyebrows and nodded at you. That was when realisation of your behaviour hit you and you began explaining yourself to him. But Gerald  grabbed your hands, and shook his head slowly, telling you that you had nothing to explain yourself for. He already knew this would happen, but he just wished it didn't, or maybe that he was more ready for it when it did arrive. Chantel had already talked to Colson and told him that it's for the best that they end things, and that he should go back to pursuing you and asked your forgiveness, before exiting the hospital. You didn't want to lose Gerald and tears were streaming down your face as you apologise to him, telling him that you never wanted to hurt him.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. You can never lose me, I love you too much to let you go. But I know your heart belongs to him, so it's better for me to step back and let you be with the man you love. Perhaps he's the one who's gonna change your policy on never forgiving a cheating. Considering how much you still live him. Go be with him."

You gave Gerald a big hug, thanking him for his big heart and everything you two lived through before he also left and you were informed that you can enter the patients room now. As you did, Colson tried lifting himself up in the bed, but when he winced in pain, you were quickly by his side, and he gently took your hand in his.

"Im so sorry baby girl. You mean the absolute world to me and I love you more than anything in the world. If you agree to give us another shot, I promise to do my best to gain your trust again."

You smiled at him, before leaning in, and pressing your lips to his. A sigh of relief left Colson's lips before you both chuckle at your next words and he pulls you in for another kiss and a hug.

"Don't ever scare me like that again. I guess you're my fucking kryptonite after all. I love you too, always have, always will."

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I hope I did you guys justice with this one, I kinda like it a lot myself, not to brag, and I hope you guys like it too <3

I don't know why, but on my phone it keeps telling me that people liked my photo post even though it's a text post. I hope you guys can see it correctly and it's the first time I've added a link for another part over the app, I usually use my Mac for doing imagines, but I'm trying to get used to the app too, so I hope it's all good 😂❤️

Another MGK request and another part of another fic and I can go back to the ask box and finally work on some Diego Tinoco 😍😍