#that i threw up and exploded and died. badly.

[moe-broey]

Three of them

[cat3ch1sm]

🎻~ kurapika kurta losing his temper and pinning u against a wall⁉️⁉️⁉️ absolutely

this is set during the yorknew city arc at the auction at which chrollo and the zoldyck heads fight! i guess this is sort of kinda an au? the events aren’t by the book, that’s for sure, so idk😅 reader and kurapika are “just friends” here

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ fem!reader, implied nsfw, language

The two of you were both badly beaten, black suits ripped in several places and blood dripping from a number of exposed gashes. There was a dark red streak in Kurapika’s rumpled blonde hair and your nose was gushing blood, which you kept wiping away over and over again to no avail. The auction hall had been blown to smithereens behind you with terrified attendees and mafia members alike scattering all over the city. Your coworkers were nowhere to be found, nor were the perpetrators of the massive explosion that had occurred just seconds before. Meanwhile, you and Kurapika were both left wandering through the remains of the building. The mood was so tense you could practically hear the crackling electricity in the air.

Kurapika was seething beside you, his eyes glowing a brilliantly furious scarlet and his glare burning into your own. “What the hell were you thinking?! Why would you run back into the damn auction hall when you knew it was about to be destroyed? You know the Spiders are here, right? Are you insane?”

Your fists clenched, and something in your chest tightened; Kurapika’s incensed gaze was met with an equally inflamed one. “I was trying to help you, you asshole! I went back in there to get the goddamn Scarlet Eyes because I knew how much they meant to you. And now you’re calling me insane? Did you tell me about the Scarlet Eyes being here and expect me to not do anything about it?!��

“No, because that was my job,” Kurapika snapped. Now he stopped in his tracks; you’d never seen him so angry. ”Retrieving the Eyes is my mission and mine alone.” He threw up his arms, slightly wincing as he did so, and gestured heatedly to your crumbling surroundings. “And now look where we are- we are stranded in the ruins of this hellhole with no damn communication with God knows how many injuries and no Scarlet Eyes! Your efforts have only made things worse. Are you happy?”

“You say that like doing nothing would have made things any better!” you countered sharply. Blood was running down your lips and slipping into your mouth as you spoke, but you were too occupied to care. “I didn’t cause the explosion! And I certainly didn’t ask for you to run in after me!”

Kurapika took a few steps towards you, making you back up instinctively. “How could I not have gone after you, Y/N?! If I see any one of my friends running into a disaster waiting to happen, I’m going to go after them!”

Both of you were screaming at this point, the stress of the night finally bubbling over. You let out a long sigh, burying your red/stained face in your hands. “God, I don’t even understand why you’re so upset?! I didn’t know the whole damn building was going to explode when I ran back in there! And I definitely wasn’t trying to get either of us hurt.”

Now Kurapika advanced on you a little too quickly, barely giving you any time to react before you were completely backed up against a cracking wall. His shadow obscured your vision almost totally, and the only thing you could see was his blazing red eyes. You felt your heartbeat speed up to twice as fast and your stomach twist, your eyes wide as you glared up at Kurapika. Had you crossed a line?

“What the fuck do you mean, you don’t know why I’m so upset?” He said this with such ferocity that you couldn’t help but sidle up even further against the wall, your nose inches away from his collarbone and the metallic scent of his blood filling your aching nose. The chains on his hand just above your head dangled down beside your face, brushing your cheek and the cold silver making you flinch. “You could have died, Y/N! What the hell gives you the right to scare me that badly?!”

Your jaw almost dropped, and you were quick to counter Kurapika’s statement. “Me?!” You let a bitter laugh escape your lips, red staining your chin and your voice shaky. “How the fuck do you think I felt when you went to kill the Troupe’s strongest member by yourself with a handful of chains? That’s the whole reason the Spiders are even here, isn’t it? Because you were an idiot and killed their best member? You can barely control your rage for even two seconds! You scare me every goddamn day!”

Kurapika slammed his other hand on the wall as well, making you jump and squeeze your eyes shut for a second. “No! I’m supposed to do things like that- it’s all I know how to do! There isn’t one fucking second where I’m not angry-“

“I don’t care! You aren’t being-“

“Jesus Christ.” And then he leaned down and kissed you.

It was so unexpected that you just totally froze. Your entire body stiffened and your eyes remained wide open. Kurapika’s lips tasted like blood and salt and you didn’t know whose was whose. But eventually, you started to kiss him back- and he kissed you harder; you felt him groan into your mouth. He took one of his hands off the wall to wrap around your waist and pull you in closer with his brow furrowed. Your entire body began to heat up and you brought a hand to the back of his head, which was sticky with half-dried blood, but you barely noticed as his body engulfed your own. With your eyes shut, all you could perceive was him.

After a full minute, you broke apart, breathless and even more disheveled if that was possible. Kurapika’s eyes lingered on your red lips as he stepped back, releasing you from his grip. Flustered, you averted your eyes to your hands, ignoring the blood from your nose that was still rushing down your face. You both were silent; even Kurapika seemed stunned.

“Kurapika-“

“Y/N-“

“Oh, there you both are.”

Surprised, you and Kurapika both turned around to see an only slightly battered Melody, standing with her hands folded in front of her stomach. She tilted her head at the two of you, and you silently prayed that she hadn’t seen anything. But your fears were extinguished when she said nothing about it.

“Yes… hey, Melody,” Kurapika greeted her a little sheepishly, trying not to glance in your direction. “We were looking for you- where are the others?”

“Oh, they’re all back at the boss’s hotel. The auction is in shambles, so many people are either dead or have cleared out. We will want to leave before the authorities get here,” Melody added pointedly, to which you nodded.

“Of course, let’s- let’s get going.” You sniffed back more blood and began walking towards Melody, face burning as you avoided Kurapika’s eyes. You could still feel the sensation of his kiss on your lips. You wondered if he could too. Anyway- it was probably safe to say your argument was mostly resolved.

Kurapika eventually took the lead, walking in his usual respectable manner in front of both you and Melody. The only sounds for a while were those of the crumbling building and debris falling, and you’d begun to zone out. However, Melody abruptly brought you back to earth when she stated aloud:

“By the way, I did notice both of your heartbeats were unusually rapid. There is a certain rhythm that heartbeats take on when the host is experiencing attraction, whether it be sexual or emotional, to another person- and your own rhythms matched that specific rhythm.” She smiled a little bit. “I’m sure the two of you will make a wonderful couple.”

[galaxywarp]

I broke my grandma’s star projector.

My grandma passed away on February 26th, 2023 at 2:05pm.

In the absence of my shitty father, grandma moved in with us and helped raise me ever since I was very little. She was more like a parent than a grandparent in that sense, but she was also still very much my soft wonderful loving amazing grandmother. I don’t remember a time when she wasn’t right down the hall, always there and always happy to talk to me or hold me or play with me. Until…now, I guess.

I had bought a star projector a few years ago. She came into my room and was amazed by how beautiful it was. We sat on my bed together listening to some of her favorite Dean Martin songs and watching the colorful lights dance across the walls and ceiling. She loved it.

I ended up putting it in her room. Every night I would come in and ask her which color combination she wanted — it could be blue, green, red, or white, or any mixture of those. She usually preferred blue, and she liked when the green laser stars would fade in and out, instead of always being on. I would turn it on along with some music I had put on my old iPod for her. It was a 2nd generation iPod nano that I had used as a child but now had a playlist simply called “grandma <3” and was filled with all her favorites. I would put on the star projector and the music and sit with her for a bit until she fell asleep, watching the pretty lights with her and happy that I could do this for her.

She couldn’t bring the star projector when she moved into hospice, but she did bring her iPod. I would play it for her at the nursing home and it was beautiful to me that even with her advanced dementia, she could still sing along to her favorite songs. She could sing easier than she could talk. My mom told me that had something to do with how the brain processes those two actions differently.

After she died, we had to clean out her room. I decided I wanted the star projector. To remember all the nights we enjoyed it together, and how I had been able to give her something beautiful.

As I was packing my things, I had set it down on my couch and briefly left the room.

I heard a crack.

It had fallen, and broken all over the floor.

My entire life, I’ve survived by running from my feelings. By burying them down and repressing them. Trauma after trauma, locked in a vault I refuse to open.

When I saw the broken pieces of our star projector, I went numb. I cleaned it up, and I threw it away, along with my feelings about what had just happened.

It’s August now. Nearly half a year since she died. And grief is now exploding out of me in the form of breaking that star projector.

I wanted to keep it. I wanted to keep it so, so badly. I wanted to keep this beautiful memory we shared together. I wanted to sit beneath those lights and think of her and all the times she had looked up at them in awe and wonder.

But I broke it. And now it’s gone forever. Just like she is.

I broke my grandma’s star projector. and I don’t know how I’m ever going to be okay with that.

[viscerax]

Aughh..! i love your Vance x reader ficsss!

Theyre just soo..good *sniffles* :'>

Anywaysss...please ignore if you dont want to write this request or anything m'k?

I was wondering if you could do like.. Reader gets kidnapped by the grabber and she's like..mid dying on the mattress and then the grabber throws vance in the basement. Angsty moment when the reader dies, grabber gets her body and buries her then vance like..also dying soon after? Fluffy ending pleaseeee?? I love these afterlife fluffs.

Stay With Me

Everything was blurry. A mix between the tears, sweat, and hunger made everything blurry. There was a pounding in your ears. You wished you never went up there. You wished you didn't take the chance. Theres no way the Grabber was that dumb to leave the door unlocked. You should've known it was a trap.

Amidst the tears and the splitting headache, the sound of the door opening caught your attention. You figured that he had come back to finish you off, and you couldn't even muster up the strength to fight back.

You turned your head, and amongst the blur, you saw a familiar face staring back at you. Those eyes that you had found yourself getting lost in so many times before. You felt everything seem to freeze as you stared at his face.

Vance.

You reached up. Maybe you were hallucinating. Your fingers brushed his face and thats when you knew it was real. Vance sat down on the bed next to you. He pulled your head onto his lap, trying his best to hold back his own cries.

"Y/n?" Vance spoke and you winced. The voice echoed, and the feeling bounced around your head. You felt like you were going to explode. Vance hummed and lowered his voice. "Y/n? Are you okay? What happened?"

You stared at Vance, a sort of longing in your eyes. He was right there, and yet he felt so far away. You knew what was coming. You knew you couldn't prevent it, and yet you wanted so badly to fight. To show Vance that you wanted to stay with him.

Vance stared down at you as you didn't respond. Through your tears and exhaustion, you could see the expression on his face. It was a look of anger and sadness, the kind of look you've never seen with so much intensity.

"Get out, for me? I love you." Those were your last words. Those words stuck with Vance. Those words stuck with him when that monster came to collect your body.

Vance wanted to attack him, but he knew he couldn't. He hated the way that man carried you so gently. Like he actually cared about you.

Vance tried everything he could think of. He tried the window, he tried the freezer, he tried digging out. Nothing worked.

The door was unlocked. He thought it was a mistake. He thought he would get out. He thought this was his chance. And he could get out, and he would get revenge on the man that killed you.

But he was stupid. He was dumb enough to think that everything was going to work out for him.

And that's how he ended up like you. He ended up dying in that basement, on that rickety old mattress. He felt like he could still feel you as he laid there in his last moments, staring at the ceiling.

Dying was the best relief Vance had ever experienced. It felt like every weight that ever held him down was lifted off of his shoulders and he was free.

Afterlife was... different. It wasn't dark. It wasn't bright. It was just there. It felt like wandering around in a place you didn't know.

The longer Vance spent in this "afterlife" the more familiar it felt. It felt like his soul was being tied to this new plane of existence, and he started to recognize his surroundings, recognize the items in his field of vision. He could smell things, and touch them. He began to feel like he was at home.

"V-vance?" A familiar voice called out from behind him. Vance swiftly turned around to see you.

You were perfect. You were like a breath of fresh air. Without thinking, Vance threw his arms around you.

You smiled at the familiar feeling. You hugged him back, resting your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get out, Y/n. I was stupid. I thought he left it open by accident." Vance murmured, resting his head on top of yours.

You sniffled, trying to hold down your tears.

"Its not your fault, Vance. I'm just glad its all over."

The whole world could be falling apart. But that didn't matter. All that mattered to the both of you was that you were there, and you were with each other, and no one could take that away from you.

[overstuffednpadded]

WARNING: +18, Diaper usage, Scat, Farting, uhhhhhhh sexual use of a...unalive person (I DONT WANNA SAY IT), also G*tham

An average person might despise working late into the night, especially if their job involved examining dead bodies. Edward, however, was not your average person. Edward worked as a forensic specialist at the GCPD. He had always been morbidly curious about the things that his job entails, and working with corpses didnt bother him. So while it was true that Edward enjoyed his job, it was a good cover up for his truer intentions.

Edward was only a little ashamed to say he wore diapers to work. The length of his lab coat was plenty to hide any bumps or bulges. And the smell of chemicals and decay overpowered any...odors...that might come from his diaper. He knew he shouldnt indulge himself in a public space like this, but there was just something so thrilling about discussing a murder case with the detectives while discretely wetting his diaper. And getting away with it! Or pushing out a big mess with the knowledge that anyone could barge in on him. But those momentary pleasures were nothing compared to his late night endeavors.

Tonight, Edward was examining the body of a recent murder victim. The guy was seemed to be only a little older than him, maybe even the same age, and had died from a single gunshot wound to the chest. So he was still perfectly intact. Ed made a show of carefully looking around the body and prepping his tools as if for further examination. He'd worn a thicker diaper today which had meant limiting his movement so he didnt crinkle, but now he moved freely, bending and squatting unnecessarily just to jostle the noisy plastic.

He teased himself like this for a while. He'd held it as best as he could that day, but he'd still had a few accidents. He was moderately wet and earlier that afternoon he'd pushed out little more than what he thought was just gas. But despite that, his bladder and bowels still felt overly full. But it wasnt enough. He wanted to wait until he was about to burst.

As Ed bent over once more he let out a sharp gasp. His tools clattered to the ground as he threw his hands between his legs. Even after all these years, it was still quite the sensation to genuinely wet himself, like on accident. It started as a stream that would quickly turn into flood if he did nothing to stop it. He squeezed his legs together and gripped himself hard, his whole body shaking as he tried to clench himself shut. It was odd to feel desperate to stop and keep going, but he didnt want to go like this! His breath hissed through his teeth, quick shallow breaths making the air hot while he tried to force himself to stop peeing his diaper. But the stream only seemed to slow and not stop. It didnt help that he was beginning to feel a fart brewing in his bum, one that promised to bring out all of his poop. 

"O-oh dear, oh dear! I-I need to go." Edward panted out breathlessly. It was time.

Still dribbling in his diaper, Edward somehow managed to climb onto to autopsy table and  straddle the torso of the cadaver without exploding. He looked down at the man, blushing profusely from holding everything in for so long rather than shame. Still, he felt the need to speak.

"I'm-nngghhaa-so sorry, sir. But I-gUUHH-neeEEDd you for this!"

 

His poop was definitely coming, and he still hadnt stopped peeing. His bladder and bowels ached for release and he couldnt wait a second longer.

"Ggghhh-ggAAAAHHH!"

PHBLRSHHHHHHRRTT

Edward was so focused on his bladder that he hadnt realized just how badly he'd needed to poop. He'd thought he'd at least push it out slowly, but as soon as his bottom opened up he'd been forced to push out a very large poop that oozed and mushed up against his butt, filling his diaper as if he hadnt pooped for days instead of 24 hours. And when he'd pushed, his stream of pee became fire hose of hot urine that began to loudly soak his pamper.

It was exhilarating.

His diaper bulged out and squish against the dead man's torso as Ed used the bathroom on top of him. His tummy heaved and pushed while Edward grunted soundlessly, his breathing coming out in small gasps. Edward unfortunately kept his pants on, but it was not without good reason. The last thing he want was to leak on top of the cadaver, and he felt the edges of his pants becoming wet with pee and runny poop.

Edward began to pant louder and more desperately. He wanted more, he needed to further indulge in this moment. Ed leaned back, bracing himself on the man's thighs and scooted his bottom up just below the chin of the cadaver. He took a deep breath and then pushed as hard as he could, ripping a loud wet fart in the dead man's face and filling his diaper with another fresh load of poop that the dead man luckily could not smell.

Edward was close, he was so close. It all felt so goo. In a rush of pleasure he hoisted himself back up and lifted his bottom, momentarily feeling the contents of his diaper squish and slosh before planting his messy behind firmly onto the victim's face. Edward let out a long, intense moan and then began to rub himself back and forth across man's face. He wanted to use the man's hand to stick down his pants, but Edward went with his own for the sake of, again, not leaving incriminating and hard-to-explain evidence. He rubbed the front of his diaper while the back dragged across the face of the cadaver he was supposed to be examining. He moaned louder, and louder, before finally climaxing hard into his diaper.

He sat there for a while after he came, panting and sweating, searching inside of himself for any hint of shame or disgust. He almost reached something that felt like it when he peed his diaper again, the sensation making him consider a round two.

[floridamanmike]

Ninjago/ATLA AU bc there's not enough of those.

Lloyd is the avatar and the Fire Prince and this boi is going thru it. He begins Fire Bending Training very young so by 10 years old he's pretty good but has not mastered it. When he was 11 he accidentally waterbent while feeding the turtleducks with Wu. Wu of course was like 'well shit' and helped Lloyd understand what it meant and also kept it a secret bc Garmadon would either get his son to help him take over the world or if he couldn't he'd probably just imprison him (to make sure he's not reincarnated.) He does actually care for his son but he cares about power just a bit more. When Lloyd turned 14, he and Wu left to travel the world and find teachers for Lloyd so that he could defeat Garmadon. They left at night undetected and now are being hunted down by the Fire Nation. Wu for 'kidnapping' and Lloyd to be brought back to the palace.

Fire Lord Garmadon. After taking the throne he decided he wanted to take over the world and started the war. :|

Wu. This mans never helped out in the war because he didn't agree with it at all. He hung out in the palace doing whatever it is the fire lord's brother does and helping raise Lloyd. When Lloyd was like 2 he left on a 'spiritual journey' for about a year- he just kinda wandered around the world.

Firebender Jay but he only uses lightening bc he went a little backwards in his self taught learning adventures. He accidentally figured out he can control lightening before fire. Upon trying to firebend he either can't even produce a spark or he basically just combustion bends but really badly and it explodes in his face. He doesn't keep trying bc he doesn't really care. Lightening is cool af dude who needs fire. Grew up in the middle of nowhere in the Fire Nation at Ed and Edna's Swap Shop. (Basically a junk yard.) Ed and Edna are nonbenders. (lmao just imagine you own a swap shop and someone just leaves a whole ass baby and takes a lamp or something while ur sleeping) Wu and Lloyd met Jay not long after they left the palace. They were taking back roads and less populated areas to remain unfound when they stumbled upon the Swap Shop. They figured, 'hey we should get less nice things because rich people are very noticeable actually.' Jay who is 16 was like 'mom and dad can I please join these travelers who are actually the fire prince/avatar and his uncle (jay saw a wanted poster) because a- the avatar needs to learn to control lightning bc it would be useful, and b- I want to travel please please please' and thus Lloyd and Wu gained their first moron.

Non-bender Misako. She left to find the avatar when Lloyd was still a baby- not knowing the avatar is her fucking son - bc she wants to stop FL Garmadon and figured committing treason wouldn't be the way to go about it. She wanted to take Lloyd but Garmadon wouldn't let her.

Cole (17) is an earthbender. He wanders the earth kingdom climbing mountains and shit after running away from home. His dad is a performer in Ba Sing Se. After Lilly died, Lou just threw himself into it, ignoring everything else and forcing Cole into dance lessons more often. He didn't want Cole using his bending/fighting because he relates it to Lilly's death. (Instead of resting and receiving treatment for her illness she continued fighting in the army until she got too sick to continue.) Wu meets Lilly while he's off doing his soul searching. Later when he's trying to find teachers for Lloyd, he searches for her, and they come across Cole instead. Cole had been taught by badgermoles after he ran away, and also earned cash by occasionally joining fighting rings in random towns and is a skilled earthbender so he joins to teach Lloyd and beat tf out of the fire lord.

Firebender Kai (16) and Waterbender Nya (14). Kai is a blacksmith and they live in an Earth Kingdom colony. He figured out he's a firebender when he was 12. Nya still hasn't figured out she's a waterbender. They don't know their parents were benders bc they died when Kai and Nya were both pretty young. (FALSE they were arrested bc mixed relationships were illegal in the fire nation. Kai and Nya don't know this bc from their pov their parents just kinda didn't come home one day.) Maya went with the warriors as a healer when they left the Southern Water Tribe. She and one of the men had stayed behind in a nearby earth Kingdom town bc he was wounded badly. She met Ray while he was making blacksmith deliveries. Wu finds Kai and Nya in the village when he's looking to repair Lloyd's sword. He learns of Kai's hatred of the war, and Nya's desire to Do Something and they end up joining the crew. Lloyd and Kai train together since Kai hasn't really had any proper training, and Lloyd is still learning firebending.

Zane (18) is a waterbender from the Northern Water Tribe. His fighting style is like 97% ice, 3% water. Wu and the gang travel to the NWT to find a waterbending teacher. (On the way Nya gets pissed at some fire nation soldier and accidentally freezes him - learns she's a waterbender) When they arrive, Lloyd starts his training under the prev. Master of Ice (do we ever learn his name??) but he won't teach Nya - very Pakku of him - She gets pissed off and Zane is like 'Master why not teach her? She clearly possesses the ability and desire to learn? To which Ice is like fuk that shes a girl. Anyway Zane agrees to teach Nya since he's pretty much a bending master already and Lloyd is like well I'd rather learn from a guy who's not a prick, too. Ice gets mad that Zane is teaching Nya and Zane is like well if she can't learn in the NWT perhaps we should leave so that she isn't in the NWT and then she can learn. Thus Zane has joined the group.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s7e10 death's door (w. sera gamble)

"dick is coming." *cut to "the rise of dick" graphic* i literally facepalmed. "he's making the doctor eat himself" you know. these leviathans, the special effects are so bad. this is supposed to be a sad bobby episode, quit snarkin.

i like bobby but i don't really have any emotional attachment to him either, i just can't seem to connect with jim beaver. and this feels like an honoring the special character we're killing off type episode. we'll see if they manage to get any tears out from me (if they do it'll be almost definitely via the boys' feelings)

BOBBY No, listen to me, Rufus. I’m gonna die! RUFUS Oh, now that’s a realistic view of the mortality rate on a ghost hunt. RUFUS is holding an EMF reader, which lights up and makes noises. RUFUS Whoa, whoa, Nellie, red line. All right, baby boy, here we go.

(see now there's an actor i can connect with! i'm glad we have this excuse to bring rufus back)

obligatory comment that this reaper is young and cute. winchester and co get the fresh ones, apparently

RUFUS I'll be a prima ballerina. Wait, wait, Bobby. Are you trying to tell me I'm just one of your better memories?

♥️

BOBBY You're coming with me, Rufus. RUFUS What? BOBBY I need my partner on this. Please.

--

BOBBY So, you're telling me that the way out was through your worst memory? RUFUS It's an important door, Bobby.

so er uh WAIT

the magicians s4e5 escape from the happy place

this is like the magicians episode s4e5 (periodic reminder sera was showrunner there too) escape from the happy place! eliot has to go through his worst memories to find the door to talk to quentin while he's possessed by the monster! lol

CHARLTON There's a door somewhere. Hidden deep in a forgotten remembrance.

ELIOT Huh. So just my most repressed and traumatic memory.

that's just. so funny. because that's the episode that really attracted a bunch of people to the fandom because it's where queliot became like.. canon with a possible future, as opposed to something that happened in the past (in a time loop). oh and hey i made some dumb parallels/comparatives thing with the smith/wesson spn episode and that episode here and i painted the queliot kiss from that ep to

all right. back to the spn. not telling your wife you don't want kids when you knew she did? not cool, bobby.

speaking of not cool. that startled me badly and poked that DV trigger. wanna show manly idiot grief exploding in aggression, do it not right next to a person's head. have him turn around and hit something. ugh.

DEAN He's not gonna die. SAM He might. DEAN Sam. SAM Dean, listen – we need to brace ourselves. DEAN Why? SAM Because it's real. DEAN What do you want to do? You want to hug and – and say we made it through it when Dad died? We've been through enough.

dean handling this as well as i expected. gotta lean on each other, man. don't leave sam alone with his satan-vision.

BOBBY (on phone) No, we didn't shoot rifles, as a matter of fact. We threw a ball around. He's a kid, John. They both are. They're entitled. Yeah, I know I ain't their dad.

you know i'm always here for john winchester shade.

BOBBY’S FATHER Good. You break everything you touch. BOBBY Uh-huh. Well, as fate would have it, I adopted two boys, and they grew up great. They grew up heroes. So you can go to hell!

nice to hear bobby's proud of them. his best memory being movie night with the boys bickering did get to me.

tw cancer / parental death under the cut

that fight with dean being in denial about bobby possibly dying and leaving sam alone in the hospital.. just got the mental calculation of how realistic is this type of clash, but then okay my dad died from cancer when i was 16, he was at home with hospice care. but my mom.. she died when i was 32. in the hospital, from cancer.

me and my brother were out there, she lived in az and i was in minnesota at the time, my brother in new england. she checked into the hospital for some biopsies and then rapidly declined and died 2 weeks later. we didn't even know she had cancer before then. so we were with her the last week. obviously real life is different from a show.

but i did have a moment where i had to leave. my brother was trying to help my mom have some ice chips but she was really so out of it, she couldn't deal with a solid in her mouth and she started choking. brought up one of the worst memories of when my dad was sick. mom woke me up, frantic, pulled me downstairs because my dad couldn't breathe and he was trying to sign something to her in ASL in the alphabet but she didn't know the letters. he was saying he couldn't breathe.

anyway. this show manages to jab me in the dead parents feelings routinely.

[alwaysupatnight]

I don't want to ask you personal questions, but can you talk about Seth Culebra stories? For destractions of course

lbr i probably wouldn't have answered the really personal ones anyway. 🤣 By “seth culebra stories” I assume you mean the giving up the ghost fanfic I'm supposed to be writing? 😅 I promise I'm gonna update it. 🤦‍♀️ I’ve been stuck on the next chapter for the longest time, but I haven’t forgotten about it! I have so many wips idk where to start. 😩 And now the eddie/chrissy ship has me in a chokehold and I regret everything and nothing.

Here are a few snippets from chapter 5 and upcoming chapters of culebra seth that I shared a while back in case you missed them [here], [here], and [here].

And because I feel bad for taking so long to update this fic I’ll share this from the next chapter too (at least I don’t think I’ve shared this before lol):

“Kate, it’s not safe out there. Something… something happened back at Jed’s—”

“Well, you can tell me about it later, okay? Give me the keys.” Kate reaches for the key fob in his hand, but Scott yanks it out of reach. “Give me the keys, Scott!”

“I’m trying to tell you—” With a growl, Scott slams the door closed.

“Hey!” Kate whirls around to glare at her brother. She catches the frustration on his face, the yellow threat flashing in his eyes, there and gone again. But her brother’s temper tantrums aren’t gonna be enough to deter her. Not after how he’d handled last night.

“Would you just listen to me for once?” he cries.

“Scott, he needs me!”

“I need you too!”

Kate shakes her head sadly at her little brother. This boy she’d so badly wanted to protect ever since that day a decade ago when she decided they were a family.

But Seth is her family now too, and right now, he comes first.

“Whatever it is, I can’t deal with it right now,” she says. “You’re gonna have to figure it out on your own.”

That isn’t what her brother wants to hear, clearly, as Scott’s face twists in anger. “No, just admit it! You don’t care about me! You never did! You just needed something else to fix when dad died!”

Kate gasps, her mouth dropping open in outrage. “How can you even say that? I have given everything for you!” She stalks towards her brother, so hot with anger that she can practically feel it take on a life of its own and threaten to explode out of her. “I never stopped looking for you.”

“You found me. I’m right here!” he cries.

“No,” Kate shakes her head. Because once again she’s that eight year old girl staring into the face of a strange little boy. This boy who has done nothing but rip her family apart. “I don’t know who you are anymore.”

Something changed in him that day at the Twister. She used to think that if she tried hard enough, if she threw all of her love behind it, she could still save him. He could still be that boy who felt like a piece of home. There’d been a time when she believed that love was all she needed.

She’d been wrong.

“Do you, Scott?” she asks.

She watches him sway with the weight of her words as if they were a physical blow, his face twisting with pain.

Yes, they’re arguing about Seth. messy boys 😩

[cherry-bomb-boom]

Chapter Three

Spider Gas (A.K.A Aurora Jackson)

Aurora and Hobie stood at the top of a building watching the street below them. They could not find this anomaly for the life of them. It was Colorpop again, how-- they don’t know-- but Aurora’s just happy that it’s her and Hobie facing Colourpop and not Hobie and Delighla, she would never forgive herself if something happened to Delighla by her earth’s villain.

Just as she was about to bitch about it, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something flying at her. She dodged just before it hit her head-- Hobie only dogged it due to his spidey senses. Crazy giggling could be heard.

“Gas… I found you!” Colorpop said as she jumped onto the roof.

“What the fuck is ‘at thing?” Hobie asked as he looked at her.

“No time to explain, really! But don’t be confused about how cute she looks, she’s fucking creepy,” Aurora snapped as she tossed the male a gas mask. “Put that on over your mask,”

Snapping and cracking could be heard as Colorpop started to extend her body parts.

“Bloody hell! You deal wit’ this ‘ing!?”

“Yep, three days straight, and then she goes away for a month!” Aurora snapped as she dodged a swing by Colorpop’s enlarged arm.

“Fuckin’ hell mate, I feel bad for ya,” Hobie said as she shot webs at Colorpop’s face.

Colorpop screeched once it hit her and started to claw it off.

“Alright, I’ma gas her!” Aurora yelled as she knelt down and reached into her backpack, trying to find one of her gas grenades she made.

Once she pulled it out, she quickly pulled the string and threw it on the ground at Colorpop’s feet. Colorpop screeched once it exploded and a neon green gas exploded around her, engulfing her until a loud thud could be heard.

~*~

“Great work you two. Put her in a holding cell,” Miguel said, not even looking at them as he typed away on his computers.

Aurora shot him a thumbs up before dragging the cocooned Colorpop away. She screamed and screeched and Aurora dragged her off. Aurora opened the door to the holding cell and dragged her in before walking out, not even caring enough to take Colorpop out of the little cocoon that she put her in. Aurora sighed as she walked away; another long day done and over with. Now she can go back home and get some sleep. God, she was exhausted and that wasn’t even a lot of work, probably because she went to bed so late. Aurora grounded as she looked at the watch before seeing that date… August 13th, the day her mom died… Great… just fucking great… She was only 16 when it all happened. Her mom was a scientist for Alchemax-- a good one, too-- that’s how she and her dad met, actually.

They were both spectacular scientists for Alchemax working on a project with another woman. All three of them became friends and Aurora’s parents obviously became more than that, got married after two years of dating, and had Aurora six months later. Her mother named her after Sleeping Beauty because that was her favorite Disney character. When Aurora was ten, her father died from cancer. And then six years later, she became Spider Gas after being bit by one of her mom’s projects and then a month later her mother died at the hands of Colorpop, and she was too late to save her. Aurora still remembers crying into her mother’s chest like a baby as she slowly died, telling her it was okay and not to be scared or sad. It fucked Aurora up badly. After that, Aurora went to live with her best friend, Skunk. Aurora sighed as she looked back and the little shit before leaving back to her earth

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 43

Chapter 43: daddy’s here

As dad recovered, Mr. Vegeta showed us where the ship had extra armor. It looked funny, but cool. He said they stretch, but they don’t look it. Once I did try one on, it did stretch, and it feels comfy too. Krillin complained about the shoulder pads, but I was able to move in them. But we were jealous that Mr. Vegeta had one without the funny padding. I’m just surprised that Mr. Vegeta put Krillin as lookout, and me to watch over the dragon balls. It’s also surprising how fatigued Mr. Vegeta seemed, even though he tried pulling off that he wasn’t.

Mr. Vegeta is mad that we started making a wish without him. He’s also angry for the fact his wish can’t be granted. But now we’re all in deep trouble cause Frieza’s here, and we’re being toyed with. I really hope dad recovers soon. NO! Why did that monster kill Dende! Me and Krillin try to hold him off, but clearly, he’s way to strong. Then Mr. Vegeta goes off about being something called a Super Sayian.

Frieza is now brutally beating Mr. Vegeta. Even Mr. Piccolo is here, but he can’t do anything either. Everything seems completely hopeless. Frieza is even enjoying causing Mr. Vegeta agonizing pain. I can’t stand to watch or listen, but there’s nothing I could do. Daddy! Mommy! I’m so scared.

Just when things was looking over for Mr. Vegeta, did Frieza finally threw him to the side. He now how his sight on us. He started making his way towards us, and panic started running down my spine. Daddy! I need you!

…

I was starting to feel just about heal, when I felt something strange. It felt like I could sense Piccolo was on Namek. I could also sense that strong power growing, and it’s making me extremely uncomfortable. What’s worst, is that I can feel Vegeta energy draining with every passing moment. I can sense how everyone is trying to stand their ground, but it’s no use. But what’s scaring me, is that, I could feel how terrified my son. Daddy! I need you! I’m coming Gohan!

…

Daddy finally showed up. Just in time too! Daddy doesn’t look too happy. Mr. Vegeta is begging for his life; he’s even crying. Poor Mr. Vegeta. WHY? Why did Frieza killed him? Mr. Vegeta couldn’t do anything. That monster!

Is the fight over? Did dad win? Dad looks pretty rough up, but I’m so happy to see him. “Daddy!” I just can’t help run over to him, and give him a hug. “I was so scared.” He hugs me back. I don’t ever want to let go. “I want to go home. I want mom.” I could feel him rubbing my back. I’m trying so hard not to cry. Its ok, daddy got you. I hope this moment last. I really almost forgot what it felt like to be embraced by my dad. Right now, I wish with all my heart I was back home, and me, daddy, and mommy are all happy. I wish I was curled up in mommy and daddy bed, with them hugging me to sleep. Mommy would be humming a tune, while daddy hugging us protectively, like always.

The moment just had to be ruined, by that damn monster! Not only did he badly injured Mr. Piccolo, he killed… he killed. “KRILLIN!” Oh no! Daddy! Mommy once told me that Krillin died before, but daddy never saw it happened. But now… Now it’s not good. I could feel the anger and pain rushing through the air, like a violent storm. Daddy’s hair is even changing color. Everything about daddy is just exploding with energy. I’ve seen daddy angry before, but never like this. It feels scary.

…

“KRILLIN!” NO! It can’t be possible! I wasn’t there to stop him from dying the first time, but this time… This time… I hopelessly watched, as he screamed my name in pain. The horror written all over his face. The fear, the moment he was lifted up. This wouldn’t have happened if I was strong enough. This wouldn’t have happened if I was sure I killed this monster!

The bastard will pay! I just felt my anger and pain consume me. I didn’t even try to stop it. I don’t care anymore. THIS BASTARD IS GOING TO PAY! “YOU’RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS! FIREZA!” At that moment, everything went still as I heard something snap. Then an unimaginable rage exploded from my core. I felt engulf in torment, and a thirst for blood. I wanted blood. I wanted to kill the bastard. I want to make him surfer till the end of time. I want to rip him till there’s nothing left.

“Daddy?” For a moment the storm had calm, as I look towards the source of that word. My son. With every ounce of strength, I tried to control myself, and tell him to get back to the ship. To leave, and to save Piccolo. But instead, he’s shaken with fear, as he tries to walk towards me.

“Damn it, boy! I have spoken! Now get the hell out of here! And take Piccolo. Don’t worry about me!” Your safely is more important. One last look at him, he nods and starts to make his way. That’s when I saw Frieza aiming at my son. Oh no you don’t, you bastard! I let the rage take over, as I face this beast.

…

As I flew Piccolo to the ship, I felt a sense of pride. My daddy is so strong. Was that what Mr. Vegeta meant by Super Sayian? My daddy is a super sayian? My daddy is a super sayian! So cool.

The moment I reach the ship, everything feels off. I could barely stand up. I try to find a safe place to leave Mr. Piccolo, since I had to go back and get Bulma. That’s when the monitor came down, and on it was mom. Mom is so worried, but I can’t stay. I need to save Bulma. Don’t worry mommy, I’m coming home. But first things first. I love you mom.

…

My baby boy. Why didn’t he stay on the ship? It looks dangerous. My baby. I could feel the tears starting to form. Damn it! “DR. BIREF! GET THIS SHIP MOVING! MY BABY IS IN TROUBLE!” For a father, who also has his daughter on that horrid planet, he sure is calm. Doesn’t he get that she too is in great danger? It’s like I’m the only one who actually cares for their child.

Just when we’re finally about to launch, does he tell us that everyone is on earth. Does that mean, my baby’s home? I rush to him and beg that he takes me with him. I need to see my baby boy!

As we’re reaching where Bulma said they were, I come to see a sea of Piccolos. I don’t care about that. I’m trying to locate my son, amongst everyone. When we land, I rush out and start asking where is my son. They all pointed to a tree, and I rush on over. That’s when I see him, sitting on a rock, not facing me. He’s also next to Piccolo. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m actually happy to see him alive.

I go and pick my baby up, in a tight hug. Thankfully he hugs me back. “Mommy’s here. I’m not letting you go now.” I could hear the soft muffles of crying coming from him. I hug him tight, and I could feel my own tears starting to build. I then remembered what I promised myself I would do, if I ever get the chance. As much as I hate this, I walk over to Piccolo. Even though seeing him gets me so angry, I try to stay as nice as possible. “Thank you.” I don’t even give him a chance to reply, as I walked away, back to the ship.

Once inside, I couldn’t help to keep my baby close. I stopped caring about what was happening around me, since all that matter was my baby boy. Then I heard that Bulma was calling out to one more person. Out of curiosity, I watched the doors. It was a male figure, almost looked like I’ve seen him somewhere. Then I remembered what happened before Gohan was brought to the hospital. It was one of those guys. It’s a sayian. I remembered Krillin saying his name. What was it again? Oh, Vegeta.

He almost had some similarities with my Goku. They both had spike hair, very muscular compared to normal body builders, and those black eyes. “Mom stop staring, Mr. Vegeta is giving us a mean look.” Oops. Sorry. I then brought back my focus to Gohan. And asked him all about his trip. He didn’t seem like he wanted to answer. That’s ok baby, you don’t have to say anything.

“Does my baby boy want me to cook him something special?” No mom, it wouldn’t feel right. “Nonsense. When daddy comes home, I’ll make him something special too.” He smiled at that and hugged me tighter. I did feel I was being watched, and when I looked up it was Vegeta. What? He just shock his head. Weird.

Once we came to the Brief’s home, was when I felt eyes on me again. I looked back and again, Vegeta was looking at me. I couldn’t stand it, so I faced him and flat out asked what was his problem. He just laughed, shock his head, and walked past me.

…

As we waited for the Namekian dragon balls to be recharged, everything seemed to be back to normal. Mom still didn’t like Mr. Piccolo, but surprised that she allowed me to see him. With the only rule being that he didn’t come near the house. She also let me go to Bulma’s, to play with Dende. I even saw Mr. Vegeta walking around the area sometimes. I was still mad with him, about what he said about my dad. Same time I felt really sorry for him.

I wonder if Mr. Vegeta is actually sad that he’s technically the last of his race. “Kid shut the hell up!” Oh great. He’s actually here today, instead of disappearing like usual. “Kid, if you got something to say, fucking say it!” I’m out of here, I don’t need this. That’s when Mr. Vegeta grabbed me by the hair, and pulled me into a near by room. What the hell— “Shut up and listen. Can you stop thinking so damn loud, it’s fucking annoying. Don’t you know how to control it?” Why he even getting mad at me? “I’ll take that as a fucking no.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m leaving.” As I try to leave, he pulls me by the hair again. “What the heck do you want from me?”

“Didn’t you fucking have questions? I’m giving you the fucking opportunity to fucking ask. Now speak brat!” Oh! I couldn’t help but smile at that. “Ask before I change my mind!” With that said, we had a long conversation about what were sayians. And our history, and what we could do, and how were we different from humans.

…

The battle is finally over, and I nearly escaped with my life. I’m so glad this pad was in time. Wherever I go I know it’s not home. But at least I’ll have time to figure out how to get home. I hope Gohan isn’t giving Chichi any trouble. My little man is really something. When I get home, I’ll make sure to make them feel happy. After what just happened, I’m not sure if I want to continue training. I missed my life before this whole mess. I was bored, to an extent, but it was peaceful, and my family was happy.

For some reason I feel unnaturally exhausted. Maybe a little nap is in order.

…

I wonder where Gohan ran off to. I came to pick him up, but not even Bunny knows where he is. Gohan where are you? That’s when I see a door opening, and my little boy’s hand, singling me to come. Once inside the room, I come to realize he wasn’t alone. I felt anger building, as I stare at him. “You didn’t hurt my baby, did you?”

“Calm down, woman.” He could sure use some manners. “Even when you think you’re load. Damn it, harpy.” So, wait. You can— “Yes. And I’m getting sick of it. Now listen up. I’m only going to say this once. For the love of god, learn to turn that off. And from what the boy told me; you’ll actually be able to do so.” Confusing. “You’re a rare breed indeed. Especially on this back-water planet.” He then looks to my son. “You sure she’s human?” He nods. Then Vegeta looks back at me. “You sure abnormal for a human.”

That comment actually pissed me off. For years I’ve heard that. And now some alien, that doesn’t even know me, says that to me. To my face. In front of my son! I just saw red, and all I can recall is aiming a punch at his face. What brought me back was how my hand felt, as if I punched a steal. He then grabbed me by the throat. “How dare you hit me, you worthless—” I just took a big bite out at his hand.

He let go of me, and backed away. “Don’t ever touch me! Ever again!”

He just smirked, and started working past me. “Kakarot truly is a sayian after all. Especially mating with a strange, abnormal female.”

…

Mom punched Mr. Vegeta, and even bit his hand. My mom is either super brave or just crazy. Then again, telling mom to back down from a fight is near impossible. Sometimes I question, who’s really the strong one between my parents. And if I get my strength from mom, compared to dad. Who knows, but I do know one thing. Mr. Vegeta isn’t going let that slide a second time. “Mom.” She looks down at me. “Don’t do that again. You might not be lucky the second time.”

She doesn’t look fazed by my concern, and that worries me. Dad was right. Mom doesn’t know when to back down. But now I’m curious about mom’s reaction to being called abnormal. Mom is pretty normal to me. “I wasn’t always this way. Besides, you’re my son. Of course, I’m normal to you.” I smile up at her. “So, what did you talk about with Vegeta, that made him say that able to control it? And what is it?” I then tried my best to tell mom, what Mr. Vegeta told me. Mom even was blushing at some parts, but I didn’t get it. She also her hand over that weird mark, on her neck.

Whenever I asked about that mark, mom always got mad. But I couldn’t help asking again, especially what’s going on. “Your father gave it to me, on our wedding night.” I don’t get it. It looks like it hurt. And how come it lasted this long? Plus, why is mom blushing like crazy and looking away?

That’s when Mr. Vegeta stormed back in the room. I got in front of mom, just in case he tried anything funny. He just looked at my mom, and asked how long. “Five years.” He then said how that doesn’t seem right. And go about asking how long my parents knew each other. “Since we were 12. Why should it matter to you, anyway?”

“Because sayian chose their life mate before becoming 5 years of age. It’s rare for a sayian to chose a life mate after he’s grown. The fact that he mark you proves he knew you, way before you two were 12.” With that Mr. Vegeta walked again. And this time I made sure to sense that he was off the compound.

I looked back to mom, and she looked shock beyond belief. “Mom?”

Oh great. Mom’s angry. Grandpa better run for his life.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

; good enough

© @pedropcl

lee bodecker x fem!reader.

summary. your father invited you to his birthday party and things ended badly.

words. about 2.3k.

warnings, tags. nsfw, +18!!! drunk state, language, unprotected sex, daddy!kink, very brief degradation, mention of bodily fluids, very brief mention of violence. and i think that's all.

a / n. first time writing for this man that has me obsessed, so i hope y'all like it! none of my writings contains reader's body descriptions to be inclusive. if you find something out of place, please send me a message and i'll change it.

You didn't want to be there, but it was your father's birthday and you couldn't miss it. More than thirty minutes had passed since the last time you saw your husband standing in a corner of the large living room, sipping from his glass of whisky and judging every guest around in silence. Lee hated your parents, your family, their friends. And you didn't blame him. Your family never accepted him, always repeating that he wasn't good enough for you, nor your interests. Except for your mom. She wasn't the only one who didn't treat him like dirt.

Once that you escaped from your father's arms, showing you as a trophy and trying to set you up on a date with one of his best friend's sons, you stepped out of the house to the back garden. It was cold outside, having to close your jacket around your chest as you closed both arms over it. Following the footprints on the grass, you reached the improvised parking where different cars were stationed. The smoke coming from nowhere called your attention, glimpsing Lee sitting on the hood of his black Ford. Cigarette in his left hand and bottle of whisky in his right.

You doubted for a second to interrupt his moment of peace for the first time in two weeks. Two long weeks where you barely had spent time together. He started holding over his shifts because, apparently, there was too much paperwork to attend. You couldn't help but think that he was raving mad about you, or about something you did unconsciously. But the real problem was that your husband never used to talk about his feelings or what was going in his mind.

“I think you've drunk enough”. You uttered watching him raise the bottle to his lips.

Lee chuckled ironically, shaking his head. “Lucky me I don' care”.

Frowning and with your mouth pressed closed, you walked towards his position to face him. He had never talked to you like that, but he was being honest, shrugging his shoulders to point it out a little more.

“I do. I do care”.

“Don' worry, darlin'. I ain't gonna shame you in front of your family”. He scoffed bitterly, finally sipping from his drink. “Watya' doin' here anyway? Party's indoors”.

“You're here tho”.

“And who fuckin' cares, uh? You were having so much fun inside with that… pretty boy who works in Wall Street”. Your husband mocked taking a drag from his cigarette. “We should divorce, don' you think? So you coulda go with him to the big city, and don' be stuck in… How d'your father call it? Knockemshit. Stuck with a… fat sheriff of a shitty town”.

Lee didn't notice the tears blurring your gaze till he raised his face. The bitter smile curving his lips suddenly disappeared, putting his pale blue eyes away from you because it was too painful for him to watch you cry. Your husband gulped hardly, kissing his teeth as he threw the cigar somewhere on the ground. You couldn't believe he really wanted to divorce you, wrapping your heart with a suffocating sorrow that barely let you breathe. He was your life and, after three years together, he seemed to not give a shit about it sometimes.

“I ain' like them”. You whispered sniffing.

“Tha' doesn' change the fact that you don' deserve a man like me. Your father is right. 'M a fucking loser compared to anyone inside his damn house”.

You loved Lee with all your heart, soul, mind, body. He was everything you want in your existence —your life. So damn obsessed with his touch, his kisses, his smell of wind and leather, his smile, that beautiful pair of pale blue eyes. You refused to believe he was talking seriously.

“You should be there. I— Imma go home, tell your mo—”.

Before your husband could finish his goodbye, you interrupted him by slapping his face. He didn't see that coming and you'd never imagine yourself hitting him. But you needed it, seeming the only way to stop him from abandoning you there. He kept his face away from you, trying to comprehend what had just happened. His drunkenness suddenly disappeared, pressing his inner cheek with the tip of his tongue whilst rubbing his hand over the reddened skin. You were so mad right now that you could set on fire the whole world.

And you were about to do it a second time when Lee caught your wrist in the air, painfully gripping his fingers around it to push you closer —chest against chest. Then, he raised his index finger. “Don' you fuckin' dare to try it again, y'hear me?”

You were furiously breathing, but not filling your lungs with air in reality, keeping your eyes on the blue ones that used to steal your heart every single day. It was like a contest of dominance you knew he always won. Any time.

Your husband didn't give you the chance to say sorry, slamming his lips on yours. A moan died in his tongue when it invaded your cavity while releasing your arm to fly his rough big hands to your ass, almost grabbing it all with his long fingers. Your digits went to the lapels of his leather jacket, not lasting too much there till finishing on the back of his head.

Lee was hungry for you, just like you were for him after two long weeks barely touching each other. Your husband devoured, sucked, and bit your lips, urging you to turn around enough to push you on top of the hood of his car. His hands pulled up the skirt of your dress, wanting to reach the waistband of your panties, receiving the great surprise that you weren't wearing any.

“You little dirty girl… Don' wantin' your Sheriff to lose time, uh?” He grunted with such an animal and eager tone, as he took care of the belt and the zip of his pants.

“I need you”. You sobbed against his lips, feeling his hands maneuvering between your legs.

At least, you were fast enough to cover your mouth with a hand when Lee rammed his rock dick into your soaked cunt, drowning in your palm a loud cry of pure satisfaction for being filled by your husband. Back and forth, he hit your body once and once, impaling you against the Ford still being furious by the way your father and friends treated him as if it was your fault. Lee was mad, really mad, digging his fingers in your hips to pin you on place and don't move, continuing fucking you harder and harder —challenging you to not be able to be quiet and make everybody heard how good he used to made you feel.

“Goddammit… you're so damn ti— tight, baby doll… So tight fo— for your daddy, ain' ya?”

“Yes… Yes, daddy”. You cried hiding your face into the crook of his neck.

His strong scent filling your lungs caused you to roll your eyes white, letting your soul leave your body while his cock attacked fiercely your pussy with no mercy. Your vocals were in sync with the screeching noise the car produced in every thrust straight to your guts. The pace was insane, intense than never before, and more pleasurable than you could imagine in your life.

Lee was aware how much you loved him, that you felt devotion for him. But sometimes —sometimes like those— he couldn't help but think he could lose you as soon as you realized who he was in reality. You didn't care. You weren't blind. You knew about his dirty laundry, his past, his sister (...). And you still wanted him with all your heart and body.

“Fu— Fuck, gonna put a… baby inside you”. He growled, wrapping his right around your throat to urge you to face him. “Y'want it, uh? D'you want dad— daddy to put a baby in that… beautiful belly?”

“Yes… please, Lee”. You whined with teary eyes, being too much pleasure for your body to handle. “Please, daddy… I wa— want you to… get me pre— pregnant with your child”.

Your husband's lips curved up in a petty smirk, pulling out from your dripping cunt, causing you to sob in disappointment. Lee managed to put you down on your shaky feet to turn you and force you to bend over the hood of his car. Ass upped, legs spread. He only took a second to stare at your glistening and abused folds in your arousal, prior to impaling you again. With a hand on your lower back and the other tangled in your head, your husband obligated you to arch your back as he continued banging your anatomy once and again.

At this point, you had forgotten your name, where you are, and if someone could hear how you cried pleased any time he crashed against your g-spot. It was a mix of pleasure and pain as Lee wasn't having any kind of compassion with your cunt, clenching unconsciously around his hard length. He knew then how close you were to cumming for him —because of him—, increasing the pace while you tried to find a place to put your hands on and find some balance to stay in place. As soon as the hand tangled in your hair landed back to your throat, you gripped five fingers around his wrist, enjoying the brief lack of air because of it.

“C'mon, my swe— sweet whore… Y'wanna cum for daddy, don't ya?”

His raspy and wrecked voice fell into your ear like an angelic melody, not being able to hold your moans anymore within your mouth. The knot inside your lower belly was bigger and bigger and suffocating, feeling how it could explode at any time. Lee shoved his cock non-stopping producing a sloppy obscene sound when his pelvis crashed against your ass, along the chink of his belt against the back of your thigh.

“Daddy… Daddy…” You called him while the tears started to fall again through your cheeks, this time, of absolute satisfaction.

You couldn't help but bite your lip strongly till the metallic taste of blood covered your tongue, letting yourself go as the knot bursted within your belly. The orgasm threw you above the edge with your husband's palm covering your mouth to not be heard or it would be really awkward to be caught by all the guests, even if he didn't care. He wouldn't mind showing that pretty boy from New York that nobody could fuck his little dirty girl better than himself. Oh, how funny it would be to see his face while your husband was ramming his cock into your abused pussy, cumming inside your tight walls, digging his teeth in your neck to mark his territory.

Lee came with a sensual and passionate hoarse gasp causing you goosebumps bristling your skin, burying himself balls deep to hold it inside the mix of your juices filling up your center. It felt like being in Heaven, although you weren't sure if you could walk after such an intense quickly, feeling your walls burning as his dick still twitching and stretching your cunt.

Your husband wasn't a man of kisses after sex, that's why he surprised you when tilted your face to his and pressed his lips on yours, panting, not caring about the lack of breath. It wasn't a lustful kiss either, more than a tender and fondly one, tasting your mouth, playing with your tongue.

Pulling out his semi-erection, Lee helped you to clean yourself with a tissue before using it to clean your arousal on him and toss it to the ground. As he put on his pants, you fixed your dress and your hair, turning around.

“You meant it?” You dared to ask, still having sorrow covering your voice. “Gettin' divorced… You mean it?”

“What?” He inquired, squinting confusedly until he realized what you were talking about. He chuckled holding your chin with two fingers. “You married me, darlin'. There's no other way you're gonna spend your life but with me. Willingly or not, you hear me?”

Lee raised both eyebrows very sure of his word before you nodded your head with a fleeting smile crossing your lips.

“Can we go home now…?”

“'S that what you want?”

You nodded your head a second time, while your husband placed his arms around you with hidden possessiveness to guide you back to your childhood's house. And of course, your father was enraged when you told him that you were leaving with your husband. He yelled at you and nobody tried to stop him till the moment he had the brilliant idea of pretending to lay a hand on you.

Lee punched him. Lee broke his nose. Lee made your father fall to the floor between the pretty boy's arms. And Lee never felt better in his whole damn life.

“Don't you ever come back to this house, if you leave now with this… bastard”.

“She doesn' need you”. Your husband cooed wrapping your neck with an arm, leaning slightly to borrow your purse. “Ma'am, my pleasure a see ya' again. The beef was delicious. G'night”.

You were yet processing what just happened, ashamed of the desire for your husband himself awakened inside you after watching him hitting your father. Lee could be a total asshole sometimes but one thing was undeniable: he loved you with all his heart and soul, he was obsessed with you since the very first time his oceanic eyes contemplated you walking down the street, smelling a bucket of roses you bought for yourself.

Never again you knew anything about your family. Not even when your son, called after your husband, was born. But you weren't sad. As Lee said, you didn't need them. You had your own family to take care of.

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[snelbz]

Life As We Know It {Chapter 23}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

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Nesta was torn.

Half of her thought that Cassian was overreacting, but the other half of her thought that his anger and frustration was perfectly justified.

What exactly were they getting into? And, was it what was best for Nyx? Yeah, the last month had been great, but if it didn’t work out, what would that mean for him? Would it be better if she and Cassian had simply remained two friends, co-parenting under one roof?

Nesta’s heart began to beat a little faster.

She felt like she was going into a panic attack.

Cassian and Nyx had been gone for an hour, and every second that passed became more and more unbearable.

She needed him to be there.

She needed to figure this out.

She just didn’t know what the answer was.

Alis had gotten into her head, there was no doubt about that. A little over an hour ago, she was living in a dream, then Alis came in, out of nowhere, and brought her back to reality.

She was sitting on the couch, almost exactly where he’d left her, when he finally returned. He was covered in sweat, his t-shirt sticking to him. Nyx was having a conversation with him, more to himself though, since it didn’t seem like Cassian was even close to paying attention to him. But his eyes went directly to Nesta as soon as he walked in.

She’d changed. She no longer wore his t-shirt, instead in a loose shirt of her own and a pair of jeans, and her hair was loose and wet around her face. As if she’d need to shower their night together, shower him off of her. Not a shred of that beautiful skin was showing, not like she’d been doing lately. Leggings and shorts and tank tops. She’d been comfortable around him.

With a scoff, Cassian set Nyx down on the floor. He headed for the stairs, but Nesta stood, nearly toppling the cup of coffee she’d been clutching over as she set it on the coffee table. “Cassian, we need to talk about this.”

He paused, waving a hand towards her. “What for? It looks like you’ve already made your decision.”

“I need you to calm down,” she said, steadily. “I need you to think logically.”

Cassian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I need you to tell me.”

Nesta hesitated. “Tell you what?”

“If this is something you want to pursue or if I just wasted the last couple months falling in love with you,” he finished.

His voice may have lacked emotion, but Nesta felt every word like a stab in the chest. Falling in love with you. Those were the words she was going to tell him today, under much different circumstances.

Now, she didn’t know what to think.

Now, she was overwhelmed.

Now, all of her thoughts were rushing toward the same spot in the middle of her skull at a thousand miles an hour, and when they got there, her head would explode.

“It’s not that easy,” she said, and her voice cracked.

“But it should be,” Cassian said. “If you feel the way that I do, it should be that easy.”

“We have to think of Nyx,” she breathed.

“I am thinking of Nyx,” he said, struggling to keep his voice low. At the sound of his name, the baby turned to look at him. “I want him to grow up in a happy home, seeing two people who love each other, and damn it if that isn’t how it’s been for the past few weeks.”

“It’s not that simple,” Nesta said, shaking her head. “What happens if we break up? What happens if we get in a fight or something happens to one of us? What then?”

He had strode down the stairs and was in front of her before he could stop himself. He framed her face in his hands, like he had so many times the past month, to kiss her, to make love to her, to show her how he cared for her. “Why are you worrying about the what if’s? Why are you worrying about what could go wrong, rather than how right everything has been?”

Because everything goes wrong eventually. The only reason we’re together is because we were shoved into this house after the worst thing imaginable happened. They died. We took over. What right do we have to be happy?

The words flooded her mind, but stilled on her tongue.

Nesta didn’t push him away. She wanted to reach up on her toes and kiss him, softly, but she didn’t.

Instead, she met his gaze. “Cass,” she breathed.

The pain in his eyes nearly shattered her heart into a million pieces.

Nyx had walked up to them and was hugging Nesta’s leg, as if he knew that she needed the comfort.

“Dont say my name like that,” he whispered.

Nesta slowly shook her head. “I just think this has all happened too quickly. We haven’t been thinking, we’ve just been acting-.”

“You’re pushing me away,” Cassian interrupted, swallowing harshly. “Damn it, Nesta.”

“You don’t understand,” she pleaded.

“Because you’re not making sense,” he argued. “Things have been perfect—”

“They’re dead!” She cried, pulling from his grip, scooping Nyx up. “Things have been far from perfect. We’re only like this now because Rhys and Feyre are dead.”

The words seemed to freeze something inside of Cassian and he stepped back as well. “So what? We go back to how we used to be? I’m back in the guest room and we awkwardly exchange good mornings over breakfast?”

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of him, the scent of him, everything. “I don’t know, Cassian, I don’t—.” She took a shuddering breath, her arms wrapping tighter around Nyx. “I just need some time to think, to breathe…”

When she looked back up at him, his jaw was set and he was slowly nodding. “Fine. Take your time.”

And then he was moving, back up the stairs before Nesta could even ask what he was doing.

A few minutes later, he was back with a duffle bag in his hands.

“Wh—what are you doing?”

“Giving you space,” he said, refusing to meet her gaze.

Nesta opened her mouth but nothing came out. She was frozen where she stood, her feet stuck to the floor, her mouth hanging open, that panic rising from the pit of her stomach into her heart, which was beating far too quickly.

Cassian kissed Nyx on the forehead as he passed, but paid Nesta no mind as he went for the door.

“Cassian!” She called, at last.

Cassian stopped just in front of the door, keeping his back to her, one hand on the doorknob.

“You're just going to leave?” She asked, quietly, bouncing a sleepy Nyx on her hip. “Just like that?”

Cassian didn’t turn around. “Are you going to ask me to stay?”

Yes. No. I don’t know. Nesta said nothing.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he grumbled, exhaustion lacing his tone. “Maybe I need time to think, too.”

He opened the door and shut it softly behind him.

*

He didn’t know where else to go. He didn’t have anywhere else to go.

He knew where he wanted to be, but right now…

He couldn’t look at her.

It didn’t escape him that when he’d told her he’d fallen in love with her, she didn’t say it back. He couldn’t even act like he hadn’t seen her eyes flare in panic. So he couldn’t stay there. Couldn’t go back to sleeping in that guest room, not when he’d become so used to sleeping with her in his arms every night.

So Cassian had ended up here, knocking on his brother’s door, thankful that his car had been parked in the driveway when he pulled up.

He needed a drink. He needed someone to tell him he was being an asshole. He needed someone to listen while he vented and bitched. He knew Azriel would do all that for him.

When he answered the door, Seph was in his arms, pulling on his bottom lip. She smiled when she saw Cassian, but Azriel’s surprised smile quickly faded.

“Do I want to know?” He asked, looking at the duffel bag tossed over Cassian’s shoulder.

Cassian sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Can I sleep here tonight?”

Azriel stared at him for a second before stepping aside and letting Cassian pass.

“Are we talking about this now or later?” Azriel asked, shutting the door behind them.

“Beer?” Cassian asked, dropping his bag beside the couch.

“Fridge,” Azriel said, slowly, watching him.

Cassian made his way to the kitchen and threw open the refrigerator door, grabbing a cold bottle and chugging its contents.

Azriel followed, leaning against the countertop and Seph continued to play with his lips.

“Where’s Elain?” Cassian asked, tossing the empty bottle into the trash and getting another.

“Work,” Azriel said, sighing. “So, if this involves smack talking Nesta, you may want to get it out now.”

He shook his head. He didn’t want to do that, barely wanted to think about her. But he owed Azriel at least some explanation.

“The social worker stopped by this morning,” he sighed, leaning back against the counter and opening the beer. “And honestly, yeah, it was unexpected, but I figured it’d be fine. Last time, Nes was drunk off her ass, but we— I figured, since we were more of a family this time, things would be great.”

Azriel blinked. “They’re not taking Nyx, are they?”

Another shake of his head. “No, gods, no. They— She could tell he was in good hands, but she immediately picked up on Nesta and I. What we’ve…become.”

It seemed, just like Cassian, Azriel didn’t see it as a problem. He wasn’t following. “And?”

“And Nyx was hungry so I left the social worker and Nesta alone to get him breakfast. I came back and she’s gone and Nesta is second-guessing our relationship. She asked if I’m just fucking her out of convenience.”

The thought made him sick to his stomach, almost as badly as it hurt his heart.

“And you replied with…” Azriel began, trailing off, waiting for Cassian to finish the sentence.

“I went for a jog,” Cassian said, shrugging.

“So you ran away?” Azriel pushed.

Cassian shot him a look. “No. I went for a jog.”

Azriel sighed. “And when you came back?”

“She said she needed space,” Cassian said, emptying his bottle.

Azriel set Seph on the floor with a plastic spatula, which she instantly start banging on the cabinets. “And that’s when you ran away?”

“I didn’t run,” Cassian snapped. “I gave her what she wanted. I gave her space.”

Azriel slowly shook his head. “Did you even try to talk things out?”

“Yes,” Cassian said, the word clipped. “Told her I was falling in love with her, and guess how she replied?”

Azriel watched his brother.

“Didn’t say a fucking word,” Cassian finished.

When Azriel didn’t speak, he walked back to the trash can, dropping the bottle inside.

“Quit looking at me like I’m the bad guy here,” he said, unable to turn around and look his brother in the eye. “She was ending it. She was calling things off and I’m supposed to, what? Just keep living there like we were before? Pretend nothing has changed?” He swallowed hard, willing the damn tears clouding his vision to fade. They wouldn’t. “She didn’t even ask me to stay.”

Azriel sighed, opening a cabinet beside the fridge that Seph couldn’t reach. He produced a bottle of whiskey and set it on the counter. “I can’t drink until Elain gets home. And I absolutely think you need to talk to Nesta, but I think you’re right. You need to stay here tonight. Give her space.”

Cassian blinked, and a tear that was holding on slid free, down his cheek. He angrily wiped it away. He felt ridiculous, but it had been a long time since he had told a woman that he loved her. He’d never said it in his adulthood. A couple times in his teens, before he knew what the word really meant, but never as an adult.

He’d said it.

He’d meant it.

And she hadn’t felt the same.

Cassian nodded and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

*

Nesta stared at Cassian’s contact on her phone screen.

She wanted to press the call button, but didn’t.

She did open a blank text a few times, but couldn’t type anything.

She didn’t know what to think, didn’t know what to do.

She knew what she wanted.

She wanted Cassian.

But, she didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

She had never been one who was dependent on a man, had spent most of her twenties single and having no problem with it. But suddenly, she couldn’t imagine her day to day life without Cassian in it. And that terrified her.

She heard murmuring on the baby monitor sitting next to her on the side table and glanced over to see Nyx sitting up in his crib.

It had been nearly three hours since Cassian left, and aside from putting Nyx down for a nap, Nesta had barely moved. She still sat in the same spot on the couch she’d been in when the social worker had shown up and when she’d ignored that Cassian had said that he loved her.

The words should have filled her with joy and she should have screamed from the rooftops that she loved him, too. Instead she locked up and thought she was going to be sick.

What was wrong with her?

Wiping away the tears she didn’t even realize had fallen, Nesta hurried up the stairs, and into Nyx’s nursery. He reached for her the moment he saw her, his own big, blue eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“What’s wrong, bubba?” She cooed, resting his head against her shoulder.

After a deep sigh, he looked up at her and reached for a tear that had fallen down her cheek. His lip began to wobble.

“I’m okay,” Nesta promised, even though her voice cracked and those tears continued. “I’m okay, buddy, I promise.”

Nyx knew, though.

He knew something wasn’t right.

He knew Cassian was gone.

He knew Nesta was heartbroken.

Little did he know that her heartbreak was self-inflicted.

Nyx laid his head back on her shoulder and clung to her. He stayed like that as she walked back downstairs and sat back in her spot on the couch.

He held onto her, looking around the room. She knew he was looking for him and was about to tell him he wasn’t here when he spoke. The word wasn’t a mash up of noises like it had always been. No, it was a true and steady word. His first word.

“Dada?”

Nesta froze. She didn’t even know what to say. Should she tell him Cassian wasn’t his father? He probably wouldn’t even understand, just like he didn’t understand where Rhys and Feyre had gone.

But…for all intents and purposes, Cassian was his daddy now. And she was his mama.

So she pressed a kiss to his dark hair and whispered. “He had to leave, baby. He had to go for a little while.”

Nesta hoped and prayed that Cassian would walk back through that door, and yet, she couldn’t muster the courage to ask him to.

That night, instead of Cassian taking up the spot next to her, it was Nyx, who held her hand until they both fell asleep.

[bbangsoonie]

11:11

member: changmin (q) genre: angst word count: 6,802 synopsis: when changmin finds himself trapped in the past, repeating the day of your death, he’s convinced that he’s been given a chance to save you. warning(s): death

Changmin woke up with a dreading feeling. He hadn’t set an alarm despite it being a weekday. He was hoping to sleep through the day and wake up the next morning. Unfortunately for him, the sleeping pills he took the night before only allowed him rest until noon.

He checked his phone, staring at the date. A year had officially passed by since that fateful day. Groaning, he threw his phone back onto his bed. He stayed under the blanket for a while, not wanting to get up. However, the sunlight shining through his window refused to let him go back to sleep.

Declaring defeat, he sat up and scowled at the sun. It was annoyingly bright today. The weather had no regard for his mood and was unusually warm for a winter day. It pissed him off.

He heard his phone vibrate and chose to ignore what he guessed was Chanhee’s daily check in. Still not fully awake, Changmin walked towards his fridge to grab a cold water bottle. After gulping half of it down, he let out a sigh.

His brain was still at war with himself. Half of it felt obligated to visit you and half of it wanted to drown his feelings in alcohol. He stood there, zoning out, contemplating his options.

Eventually, his guilt triumphed and he found himself throwing on whatever clean clothes he could find. He trudged out of his apartment and down the stairs. On his way to the main road to find a taxi, he passed by a flower shop. The same sense of obligation from earlier made him backtrack and step inside.

It had been over a year since he last visited the place. It felt strange to be back. The emotions he came here with were entirely different from the emotions he had back then.

He asked the worker for a small bouquet of daisies and muttered a word of thanks after receiving his change. After flagging down a taxi, he braced himself for the long ride.

The car escaped from the noisy city and headed towards a more remote area. He almost laughed, remembering how often you would mention that you wanted to be buried in nature and not locked up in a jar behind glass. He used to always chide you for thinking of and planning for your death but in the end, you had been the insightful one. He never thought he’d be traveling to your grave—at least not while he was still in his twenties.

When he finally arrived, his feet rooted itself and he couldn’t bear to walk further. He hadn’t been here since your burial a year ago. A wave of embarrassment suddenly hit him. He truly was an asshole to you until the end. He couldn’t even make things up to you even after your passing.

He hadn’t made any efforts to visit you but it was painfully obvious to those around him that he was still grieving. He blamed himself for letting you die. That burden prevented him from continuing to live life without you. His friends watched as he willingly ruined his own life. He gave up dance and even came to resent music. He spent the past year surviving and not living; he filled his time with part time jobs that would earn him the money he needed for rent and food.

In Changmin’s mind, he didn’t deserve to be happy when your life was cut short. He wished so badly that he could trade places with you.

With another sigh, he made his way towards your grave. He could tell your family stopped by earlier that morning. Someone had left a big bouquet of pink flowers for you. Beside it was a photo of you smiling, oblivious to the tragedy that would occur just a few months after it was taken.

He forced a smile, recalling how you used to complain about how everyone would bring you pink flowers instead of daisies for every occasion. Daisies were your favorite flower and Changmin was the only one who ever remembered.

He placed his own bouquet down and sat next to it. Holding up your photo, he spoke to it as if you would reply.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it, Y/n?” he attempted to say in a cheery voice. “I’m sorry it took me so long to come back. I… I was afraid. Seeing you like this really makes reality hit as if waking up in an empty bed isn’t a strong enough reminder.”

He set the picture down and turned around to face your headstone. Hesitantly, he wiped at a spot and fell into silence. 

“Everyone tells me that the accident wasn’t my fault. I don’t believe it but even if it was true, I still hate myself for letting you leave when the last words I said to you weren’t that I love you. Not only did you die a painful death, but you died with the hurt I inflicted on your heart,” his voice cracked as he choked back tears.

Flashbacks of that day flooded his memory. He winced, finally confronting what he couldn’t for a year.

Changmin had left the dance studio angry. Angry at himself. Angry at his inability to perfect the choreography. Unlucky timing had you outside waiting for him to finish. He had planned on blowing off some steam by meeting Sunwoo for drinks but was stopped by you. You had noticed how upset he was and wanted to cheer him up but was brushed off.

Changmin knew he was snappy when he was pissed and didn’t want you to be on the receiving end. He wanted to spare you from walking on eggshells around him and knew that Sunwoo would quietly let him rant without getting hurt by his actions or words. Instead of clarifying, however, he let you misunderstand and walked away.

You watched him leave, staring at his back. The past month with him had been rocky. You knew he was stressed from preparing for the upcoming competition but you still missed the bubbly Changmin. Nowadays, he was more sensitive and on edge than happy and affectionate.

You had bought matching couple rings in hopes of brightening up his mood. They were simple rings made of silver and meant for the pinky finger. It was to symbolize your promises to each other—to always love and appreciate each other. Yours was already on your pinky but his was left in the box you were hiding in your pocket. You sighed and figured that you’d get the chance to give it to him later.

Except that chance never came. Changmin only came across that ring later when he found it on his table back at his place.

“You know, I left you knowing you probably thought I was irritated with you too. It was because I assumed I’d get to clear that up later. Like always. But later never came,” he fidgeted with the ring that now never left his own pinky.

What a cruel way to teach him a lesson.

“I guess at one point, I started taking you for granted. Taking our time together for granted. Who would've known that death would literally do us part before we even made our vows?” he chuckled at the irony. “I never told you but I intended on proposing to you as soon as we graduated. I got ahead of myself and was planning things way in advance. Would you believe me if I said I already decided where to go for our honeymoon?”

He could almost hear you laugh. If you were next to him, you’d lean on his shoulder as you doubled over in laughter. You had loved and teased him for his sweet side.

“That’s how sure I was that we’d get forever together. You spent the rest of your life with me but now I have the rest of my life ahead of me without you. A little unfair, don’t you think?”

Changmin had so many regrets. He wanted nothing but to go back in time and re-do things. After bottling everything inside him for a full year, everything was spilling out now that he was there with you.

You and Changmin hadn’t moved in together but you often slept over. That day, you waited until night for him to come home. He never did.

Sunwoo had called you from the restaurant they were at, asking you to come pick Changmin up. He wasn’t completely wasted but he was definitely too drunk to go home by himself. Sunwoo apologized, saying he couldn’t take him home because he had a prior arrangement to attend.

So you ended up sitting across from your boyfriend, waiting for him to sober up a little more before leaving the restaurant. This was not how you thought you would spend your anniversary with him. When he stormed off from the dance studio after spending the whole day there, you had already presumed he forgot what day it was for you two. You tried to be understanding, knowing that he felt extreme pressure about the competition.

You didn’t expect any gifts but you had hoped that you would at least have dinner together. But now that was also out of the window. You suppressed your annoyance and reminded yourself of how happy Changmin was when he was dancing. You wanted to be supportive of him.

“Why did you come here?” Changmin asked. Something about his tone irked you.

“What?” you frowned.

“I’m a fully grown man who can find his way back home fine,” his words dug a knife into your heart. You wondered if he forgot that you were the reason why he made it home safe and sound after drinking.

“You should be thankful that I always take care of your drunk ass,” you huffed. “You know, you can’t just count on me to do all these things for you. I do it because I want to but that doesn’t mean I don’t deserve to be appreciated.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he sighed.

You hated that look on his face. He had that look often nowadays. That tired look that screamed that he was too tired to even argue with you. It scared you. Even arguing took interest that he didn’t seem to give you these days. You would rather fight with him than live in such silence.

So you did. You exploded at him.

“No, Changmin, I don’t know. I never know what you’re thinking anymore. You don’t tell me anything and just assume that I can read your mind. And it feels like I’m expected to play the role of your girlfriend when you don’t even act like my boyfriend. You need to take a step back and realize how grateful we should be towards each other.”

After your outburst, you waited for his response. You waited for him to either yell back or apologize. Anything to show that he still cared. Instead, he said something that made you wish that he just didn’t say anything at all.

“Why are you being like this today?”

You felt the knife dig deeper into your heart and his words stunned you into silence.

“You’ve changed,” you whispered.

And with that, you got up and left. Realizing he screwed up, Changmin ran out to chase you. It had gotten late and dark while he was inside and the sky was now pouring buckets. Without an umbrella, you were getting hit by the rain that hid the tears wetting your cheeks. When he finally caught up to you, he grabbed onto your wrist and spun you around to face him.

“You asked why I’m being like this? Today? Well, news flash, Changmin. Today’s our third year anniversary but I guess I’m the only one who cared to remember,” you cried.

His heart shattered at the sight of your face. He never meant to upset you. And he certainly didn’t mean to forget your anniversary. It had slipped his mind while he was focused on practicing. All that seemed futile when he saw the pain on your face.

You didn’t give him a chance to reply and shook his grip off of you. Wanting to avoid him, you ran to cross the street before the light turned red. At that moment, however, a car failed to break in time and the rain caused the driver to lose control.

Changmin’s eyes widened as he watched the vehicle crash into you. The noise was terrifying but seeing your body fly in the air and fall to the ground was even more horrifying. His legs moved before his brain processed the scene he just witnessed. He ran to your side and tried to shake you awake. His hand trembled when he saw that it was bloodied by the wound on your head.

The driver came out of the car, feeling both disbelief and guilt about what just happened. Changmin screamed at him to call the ambulance before returning his attention back to you. He begged you to stay alive but you took your last breath that night at 11:11.

After Changmin came back to Seoul, Chanhee caught him outside of his apartment and dragged him to dinner. He knew that his friend would be mourning all day and not remember to eat. So they went to a nearby restaurant and he practically had to shove the soup into his mouth.

By the time Changmin arrived home, it was late. He washed up and plopped onto his bed, wishing the day would hurry up and come to an end. Staring at the ceiling, he waited for sleep to take him out of his misery for a while. Eventually, his fatigue took over and he fell asleep the second the clock turned to 11:11.

When he awoke, he didn’t feel as groggy as he normally did. He felt strangely well rested. Wondering how long he had slept for, he checked his phone for the time. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he saw the date. It was yesterday’s date but with the previous year. He figured it was a cruel glitch on the device’s part and threw it back down.

He got up to get ready for his shift and fumbled around to look for the sneakers he just recently purchased. No matter how hard he looked, it was nowhere to be found. He found it odd but settled for an old pair of sneakers he hadn’t worn in a while.

After he put them on, he turned the doorknob to leave. He swung the door open and was shocked at the sight in front of him. You were standing there, holding a bag of groceries. Just like you did a year ago.

“Uh Changmin?” you stared at him, waiting for him to move so you could walk in.

Changmin was speechless. His brain felt like it stopped functioning; he didn’t know how to react to the familiar scene in front of him.

“Is this a dream?” he asked out loud.

His heart was racing. You hadn’t shown up in his dreams in so long. Now that you appeared to him, there were so many things he wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you that he didn’t mean to hurt you. That he was sorry. But in that moment, all he could manage to do was pull you in for a hug.

“Is something wrong, baby?” you asked.

“Everything. N-nothing,” he stuttered.

Was he supposed to talk to you about everything that happened? Was he supposed to just enjoy reliving this day? He couldn’t decide.

You chuckled at the peculiarity of your boyfriend, finding him endearing. You motioned for him to move over and let you in, which he complied while still in a daze. You placed the groceries on the table and began to put away what needed to be refrigerated.

“Are you going to the studio to practice today as well?” you asked, opening a small carton of milk for your boyfriend.

He slowly took the drink you handed him and nodded. He then shook his head, not wanting to repeat his mistakes.

“Today’s our anniversary. We should do something special,” he suggested.

You lit up, excited to go on a date with him. You were glad you chose to dress up today.

“What do you have in mind?” you asked.

“Hmm how about that art gallery you’ve been wanting to go to?” he smiled at your happy expression. “I haven’t had lunch yet so we can eat some pasta before we go.”

So you two headed out to your favorite Italian restaurant and he ordered a bunch of dishes. You had protested, insisting that you wouldn’t be able to finish but he insisted that he wanted to spoil you that day.

He felt like he was on cloud nine as he watched you enjoy your meal. He missed this. He missed seeing you wiggle in your seat because of how good the food was. He missed cutting your steak for you because you were clumsy with knives. He hoped the dream wouldn’t end any time soon.

Noticing that he wasn’t eating much, you picked up a slice of pizza and held it in front of his mouth. His cheeks filled up after he took a bite and you laughed at how cute he looked. Your laughter prompted him to laugh as well, showing off his dimples that you loved.

You left the restaurant stuffed and was ready to fall into a food coma. Yet you couldn’t refuse when Changmin bought you your favorite ice cream. You strongly believed that people had a second stomach for dessert. You walked with the ice cream in one hand and with Changmin’s hand in the other. You stuck closer to him and leaned your head on his shoulder. He turned to look at you and didn’t want to ever look away.

After spending a couple of hours at the art gallery, you found an arcade and tugged him inside. You bet on dinner over three rounds of a vintage game, which you won. You cheered when your victory flashed across the screen, making him chuckle. To be honest, he let you win by pretending to slip up at the end but seeing your joy was worth it.

To Changmin’s discomfort, you chose the samgyupsal place that you two had fought at. Of course, you didn’t know that and just wanted to spend the night eating meat and drinking beer. Although hesitant, he agreed to your menu selection.

Changmin was indescribably elated to be able to sit and chat with you for hours. He didn’t even notice the rainstorm that began once again outside. He was too busy listening to you talk about one of your assignments for a random elective class you took but ended up liking. You rambled on about how your professor was extremely kind and lenient with grading.

By the end of the night, you two left the restaurant and he grew anxious, anticipating the end of the dream. You took notice of his sudden change in demeanor and questioned him about it. Before you could hear an answer, however, your hat was snatched and taken away by the wind. Not wanting it to get wet and dirty, you chased after it.

It all happened so fast. Again. Just as you were about to catch the hat, it blew further away, causing you to step out into the road. And again, there was nothing Changmin could do about the car that crashed into you.

This time, Changmin woke up with the feeling of falling from a tall height. The sensation startled him awake and he jumped up gasping. He scanned his surroundings, unsure of what he just experienced.

“A blissful dream turned into yet another nightmare,” he groaned.

He paused, reaching out for his phone to check the date. Both his jaw and phone dropped at the repeated date.

“No way,” he muttered. He shook his head, refusing to believe what was happening. “This doesn’t make any sense.”

He racked his brain for any plausible explanations. Surely this was another dream. A dream within a dream. Or maybe he’d finally lost it and was hallucinating everything. Believing in the latter, he made up his mind to finally go to the therapist Chanhee had been bugging him to go to. He quickly got dressed and put his shoes to head out. He paused when his hand grabbed the door.

“Surely it won’t happen again… right?” he wondered out loud.

To his surprise, you were there again on the other side of the door when he opened it. Trying to figure out what was going on, he slammed the door shut and froze. Outside, you blinked at the door in your face. Puzzled at your boyfriend’s behavior, you knocked.

Inside, Changmin flinched at the sudden noise. He was bewildered and beyond confused. This had to be a joke. Or a dream. Or a hallucination. How could you be real? There was no way you were actually back.

Or maybe, it was his chance to set things right. Maybe, if he did everything right, he could prevent your death. The idea sounded ingenious and insane to him. Taking a leap of faith, he flung the door back open and gazed at you. Still skeptical, he extended his hand out to hold yours. It felt warm, unlike the last time he held it in the rain. He wanted to cry in both shock and joy. He swallowed the lump rising in his throat and took the groceries from you.

“Are you okay, baby?” you asked, following him inside.

“I’m okay as long as you’re with me,” he said in a shaky voice.

You chuckled as you began to organize the groceries just like you did the day before.

“Are you going to the studio to practice today as well?” you asked, opening a small carton of milk.

Changmin stared at the milk you offered again. So many thoughts ran through his head as he tried to understand the situation. He determined that this was a blessing. He was given an opportunity to go back in time and change things. To save you.

“Let’s go watch a movie today,” he said.

He thought out and planned the rest of the day. He would sneak out in the middle of the movie to go buy a present for you. Using the excuse of an upset stomach, he went and bought a necklace he had been eyeing for months. It was quite expensive so he had saved up little by little and now he could finally afford to give it to you.

With the corner of his eye, he saw a couple looking at the ring section together. As if caught in a trance, he found himself walking towards the engagement rings. He gaped at the endless options of diamonds that sparkled as bright as your eyes. He bit his lip, contemplating if he should buy a ring as well. He initially wanted to wait until you both graduated but graduation never came for you. It was one of the biggest regrets of his life.

So he carefully took a look at the rows of rings until he saw one that immediately felt like it was meant for you. He quickly asked the worker to help him with his purchase and ran back into the theater to finish the rest of the movie with you.

You didn’t suspect a thing until he took the necklace out after lunch and put it on for you. You beamed at the surprise gift, eager to show him yours. Shyly, you retrieved the couple ring from your purse.

“It’s a promise ring meant for your pinky,” you explained as you slid it onto his finger. “A promise to always love and appreciate each other.”

He smiled at how proud you looked.

“See?” you showed him the ring on your own pinky.

“I love it,” he held his hand next to yours, admiring the view. “But uh I actually have a ring for you as well.”

With his heart pounding, he pulled out the square box and stood up. He took a deep breath before getting down on one knee, making you gasp. You felt tears brimming your eyes as he opened the box to reveal the diamond ring.

Watching proposal videos had always made you cringe. You didn’t get why people would cry. But in that moment, it all made sense when you found yourself unable to verbally reply. As a college student, you never expected him to propose. Sure, you had thought of marrying him but that seemed like such a faraway idea. You knew Changmin would always be in your future and didn’t see yourself marrying anyone else but him. So you managed to nod before he placed the ring on your finger.

“I know the timing may seem premature but with you, I want to have the courage to do what my heart desires. I want to see you walk down the aisle towards me. I want to show the world that I’m yours. I want to spend our honeymoon at Bora Bora and have two kids together. I want to raise a dog with you, just like you always dreamed of. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he confessed.

After hearing his words, you couldn’t hold back your tears anymore. He embraced you in his arms and you buried your face into his chest as you sniffled. Resting his chin on your head, he wished time would stop. All he wanted was to stay in this moment forever.

By the time night approached again, he made sure to keep you away from the street and from any vehicles. You wondered why he was being so overprotective and clinging onto you. He didn’t offer an explanation and just gave you a nervous smile.

Looking at his watch, he let out a deep breath when he saw that it was almost 11 PM. His leg shook anxiously as he held your hand tighter. You had insisted on enjoying the sounds of the city in the rain so you two were sitting at a random bus stop.

All of a sudden, the cry of a child was heard. You turned around to see a little girl who seemed to be lost. You stood up to go help but Changmin sat you back down.

“You stay here. I’ll go,” he said, feeling uneasy.

While he brought the little girl to the bus stop to avoid the rain, a young boy caught your attention. He was playing with a ball and you wanted to warn him to be careful. Before you could open your mouth, however, he dropped the ball and ran into the street to get it back. You panicked, seeing a motorcycle speeding towards the kid.

You ran out to pull the child back but was hit instead. Changmin’s heart dropped at the sound of the collision. When he turned back to find you, you were laying on the wet ground with blood pooling around you. Seeing you die for the third time wasn’t any less traumatic. In fact, it broke him even more. He hated himself for letting it happen again.

“Y/n, please please wake up,” he begged as he held your face in his hands. “You can’t leave me. Not again. I promised myself that I would change your fate. Y/n, please!”

Every time Changmin woke up, that day repeated itself. And each time, he would try to keep you alive. But no matter how hard he tried, that cursed time of 11:11 always ended his brief time with you with the same outcome.

When he kept you inside, you fell down the stairs. When he tried to make you sleep by tucking you in early, you never woke up. Thinking it was Seoul that was the problem, he even took you down to Busan. Paranoid, he even spent the whole day and night with you at his place. But every time the clock hit 11:11, the inevitable would occur and he would wake up to repeat it once again.

The seventh time he awoke to the same day, he screamed in frustration.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” he yelled out.

He cried into his sleeves, wondering if this was his punishment for being unable to save you. While he wallowed in grief, he heard you knock on his door. He wiped away his tears and got up to greet you. Oblivious to his mood, you walked in and opened the refrigerator like you did the previous times.

“Are you going to the studio to practice today as well?” you asked, opening a small carton of milk.

“Let’s just stay in today. I’ll cook you something,” he bitterly smiled when he saw that the engagement ring was no longer on your finger.

He rummaged through his kitchen, looking for ingredients. You sat down next to the counter and watched as he made you kimchi fried rice. You enjoyed watching him cook. He didn’t do it often because he wasn’t very confident about his skills but you loved the gesture. You thought it was cute when he had that concentrated look he usually saved for dancing.

After lunch, you spent the next few hours watching movies. You had eventually noticed how sad he was. You looked over at your boyfriend who seemed preoccupied with his own thoughts. Mustering up some bravery, you proposed watching a horror movie. You knew it was his favorite genre but didn’t watch scary movies with him often because you got scared easily. Slightly surprised by your suggestion, he agreed and let you choose one of the recommended movies on Netflix.

At every jump scare, you snuggled closer to him. Throughout the whole film, you clung onto his arm and he comforted you by stroking your head. Treasuring the time he got to spend with you, he allowed himself to feel at ease for a bit.

For dinner, you convinced him to go out to eat. On the way back, he lured you into a gift shop, kicking himself for not preparing a present ahead of time. While you were busy looking at the dolls, he managed to pick out a bracelet and slid it into his pocket after secretly paying for it. He knew it would be gone when the day reset and dreaded having to see your listless body again later.

When you two returned back to his place, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He wanted to savor every second he was able to spend with you. Noticing his gaze, you stared at him back, bringing a smile to his face. You poked his dimple, laughing at his expression.

“So I got you a little something. I hope you didn’t think that I forgot our anniversary,” he said as he put it on your wrist.

Smiling, you took out the gift you had prepared.

“It’s a promise ring meant for your pinky,” you said as you slid the ring onto his finger. “A promise to always love and appreciate each other.”

“See?” you revealed the ring on your own finger.

After hearing those words for the nth time, he finally broke down. He began to bawl, catching you off guard. For a few minutes, he wept as you tried to soothe him.

“Okay, spill. What’s been bothering you all day, Changmin?” you demanded.

He sighed, knowing what he was about to say was insane. He didn’t want to scare you but it all came out as word vomit.

“I’ve been reliving this day multiple times. I know it sounds crazy—it is crazy—but I was sent back in time. It’s actually supposed to be a year from now, a day after today. But instead, I’m stuck in this endless loop trying to save you. You died, Y/n. You died a year ago and you keep dying again and again! I thought I was given this opportunity because of all the regrets I had. The day you died, I was a complete jerk and you got into an accident after we argued. I blamed and resented myself. I had so many “what if’s” and “if only’s” that it tormented me,” he paused to catch his breath.

“I thought I had to repeat this day until I successfully prevented your death but nothing’s working. I can’t change things!” he cried. “I’ve tried over and over and over again. I’ve tried keeping you away from the street, taking you out of the city, and even locking us up in this damn apartment and nothing’s working! Every time 11:11 comes around, the same conclusion happens.”

You sat in silence, unsure of how to process all the information he just threw at you. He was way too emotional for this to be a joke and too upset for it to be unreal. But at the same time, you wanted it to be fake. You didn’t want to believe it. You were still so young. You had hopes and dreams you had yet to achieve. You wanted to crumble but you couldn’t bear to do so after seeing how heartbroken Changmin was. After thinking for some time, you finally spoke up.

“Maybe you were given a chance not to save me but to let me go,” you said quietly. ”You said you regretted the day I died. Maybe this is your chance to get closure. Send me off in peace. Find peace yourself.”

“No. No way. I’m not letting you leave me again. Not after all I’ve been through,” he said, desperately hugging you. “I finally get to hold you in my arms again. It’s okay if I have to relive this day forever. As long as I can see you, I’m okay with that.”

“Changmin...” your heart broke at the sight of his crestfallen face.

You let him keep his tight hold on you. He was so afraid you’d disappear again that he refused to let you or himself fall asleep. You looked at the clock and saw that the time was approaching.

“Baby, you know you can’t. I’m not coming back to life. I can’t. That’s not how the world works. We were blessed to have the chance to say our final goodbyes. Not everyone gets that. We’re lucky. We get to remind each other of how much we love each other and I get to tell you that I want you to be happy even if I’m not by your side. I’ll still be with you. In your heart. As long as you keep me there,” you pulled away to meet his eyes. “I don’t want you to be miserable without me. I want you to live your life to the fullest. Let me live vicariously through you.”

“But I have so many things I want to do with you. So many things I never got to say to you,” he stammered.

“Nobody gets to fulfill all their desires,” you smiled sadly. “Just know that I know how you feel. I know that you love me. I know that you want to grow old together. I know that you want to see mini me and mini you. I do too. I’m so sorry I won't be able to do that with you.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks. Admitting it out loud made it feel real.

“You have no idea how badly I want to walk down that aisle with you. I want to live happily ever after while bickering with you. I want to see you dance and I want to succeed in my own career. I hardly lived over two decades but you made me so happy for most of it. I’m glad I got to love you. It’s a shame I won’t get to get my degree after studying so hard but there are bigger regrets. Like wishing I had spent more time with you. Wishing we took more trips together.”

Changmin looked at you with a pained expression. He wished that he had taken more pictures with you. That he had gone on more dates with you. That he made you laugh more.

“I guess we were given this opportunity in exchange for all of that. At least now I’ll get to leave knowing that I’m loved and that you know I love you. Our last day wasn’t spent arguing but hugging,” you pointed out.

The two of you lain wordlessly on his bed. The only sound was the clock on his wall ticking.

“Can you tell my family that I love them? And my friends too. I wish I could say goodbye to everyone but that would be greedy of me,” you said wistfully.

At his silence, you turned to look at him. When you saw the guilt on face, you sat up and beckoned for him to do the same. You glanced at the clock, taking note of the time.

“Ji Changmin, I love you. Thank you for making me the happiest girl in the world,” you smiled with tears in your eyes. “While we make promises with this ring, can you also promise me another thing?”

You waited for him to nod before continuing.

“Promise me that you won’t blame yourself for anything and that you’ll move on. I want you to have all the extra happiness I’ll miss out on. I’ll be expecting you to lead a fruitful life for my sake too,” you held out your pinky, waiting for him to wrap his around yours.

“It’s okay if I start to fade out of your memory over the years,” you added. “I’ll understand when my face starts to become fuzzy to you. I’ll even understand when you get married and have kids. I’ll be your kids’ godmother and look out for them. I can’t wait to see little baby Ji’s.”

“But I don’t want that if it’s not with you…” he whispered.

“Don’t be silly. You’re still young and have the rest of your life ahead of you. I’ll be mad if I’m the one that’s holding you back. Now, hurry up and promise me. My arm’s hurting,” you shook your pinky at him, urging him to lock fingers together.

It tore him apart but he shakily held out his hand to make his promise. More tears escaped his eyes each time he blinked.

11:05.

Changmin held your tear-stained cheeks in his hands, staring into your eyes. You hated the sad look in his own eyes but knew yours was the same. He hated the ominous feeling that predicted that this would be his last time in the loop. Now that he came to terms with the fixed ending, he would be freed from his desperate desire for a different outcome.

“Thank you, Y/n, for teaching me what love is. From when I first met you up until now, there hasn’t been a single moment that I didn’t cherish. I love you. I love you so so much. I spent the past year unable to forget you and I never will. I’m going to believe that you’ll be watching over me and I’m going to make you proud. I’m going to experience both my and your share of happiness. So don’t worry about me. I won’t be able to follow you soon but I’ll join you up there one day. Please wait for me.”

“I may be your first love but I certainly don’t hope I’ll be your last. Instead, I hope that I’ll be your endless love,” you hummed, feeling drowsy.

“Of course,” he affirmed. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Changmin.”

Changmin awoke feeling oddly comforted. The sun was shining through the window again and his apartment didn’t feel as empty for some reason. He eyed his phone and hesitantly picked it up. He was filled with mixed emotions when he saw that the year was finally set back to the present.

Out of habit from the past week, his eyes lingered on the door. You weren’t going to come knocking again but you also weren’t going to die again. You were finally sent off in peace.

His phone vibrated, notifying him of Chanhee’s daily text message. Chanhee was a persistent one as well.

Changmin decided to reply and asked him to grab breakfast together, which earned him an immediate “yes”. He told his friend to invite Sunwoo as well and got up to get ready for an outing for the first time in a long time. This was his first step in the healing process.

a/n: tbh i kinda cried writing this. i hope you cried too hehe also idk if you noticed but the line “endless love” is actually from the boyz’s “priority”. i really like that phrase and it’s been stuck in my head ever since the song came out

[rose-wild]

heroes of olympus ranked by the saddest/worst childhoods:

(my opinion. you don’t have to agree, that’s okay).

1. HAZEL - i think this is self explanatory. black girl in southern america in the 30s, bullied badly. then watched her mother get possessed by the earth mother, father didn’t care, forced to move on her thirteenth birthday to alaska. was repeatedly told she was a bad, sick child. then was forced to do unspeakable things by marie/gaea, used her powers to make a body for a giant, then had no other choice but to kill herself and her mother to stop gaea from rising. THEN gave up elysium so her mother wouldn’t get the field of punishment. in the Son of Neptune, during one of her backstories, Hazel says, “Hazel felt as if she were expanding to the breaking point, just like that spire in the pit. Her misery would soon become to great to hold inside, and her skin would shatter.” excuse me while i go and sob 😭

2. Reyna - girl her backstory is so fucking sad. watched her dad become insane and paranoid. her dad collected weapons and turned their house into a fortress, and locked her in her room, and when she and her sister would sneak out and get caught, he would throw furniture and yell at them. then he becomes convinced that reyna and hylla are the enemy. ghosts of her ancestors would watch reyna from afar (creepy af). then julian becomes a mania and after they snuck out one day, reyna was TEN, julian got so angry he started glowing, ripping up their house and threw a chair at hylla. reyna then thought her sister was dead as it knocked her unconscious, then had no choice but to kill her own father. a ghost appeared before her and taunted her, telling her she would never flee her crime and never forget her past, calling her a murderer and traitor. then she went to circe’s island and that got destroyed by yours truly percy jackson and annabeth chase, then she was kidnapped by the pirates (who did gods knows what to her) for months and then managed to escape. then she and her sister parted ways after all those years together where they had no one but each other. okay, maybe reyna should be number one.

3. Nico - lots of people would think he needs to be 1, but i don’t think so, and i’m talking about backstories only. he saw his mother walk into a hotel and then watched it explode after it got struck by lightning. then he got his memory wiped and then they were left with a bank trust and a lawyer would come in to check them every once in a while. oh, and then he got stuck in the lotus hotel for seventy years, which they only thought was a month. then westover hall. then bianca dies. yeah.

4. Jason - ugh this boy. his mother left him at the wolf house and told him that she’d be back, but never was. so jason, a little two year old boy, was left crying in the ruins and yelling for his mom and thalia. he was then taken in by wolves (can you imagine how scary that must’ve been for a little boy?) and was raised and trained like a roman soldier. there was no weakness. he wasn’t allowed to, or else he would be eaten alive. yeah. then he made it to camp jupiter and was offered first cohort for being a son of jupiter but denied it. he befriended the least popular kids and went on the least glamorous quests, but was still considered a prince and had everyone’s eyes on him from such a young age. he spent twelve years in the legion and was always the leader. then he led the assault on mount othrys and defeated the titan krios with hand to hand combat, and toppled kronos’s throne. this isn’t tragic, but what is tragic is that he and the legion never got a thanks from the gods.

5. Leo - his fucking nanny tia callida laid him in an actual fire pit and sang him lullabies like some sort of psychopath. and tia callida gave him knives when he was three. she told him to poke a rattlesnake in the grass with a stick (oh that’s super smart for a four year old boy to do). his cousin raphael bullied him. his aunt rosa made him eat with dead people. then, when trying to hurt gaea, she made him angry and made his hands catch on fire. leo fell into a rage and tried to save himself and his mother, but accidentally killed his mother and burned her alive. and then his aunt rosa turned his entire family against him (called him the devil) and told the social care workers to take him away and stuffed him into foster care. he was bullied badly and would run away from his foster care homes and, when he was in between foster homes, would sleep under an actual bridge.

6. Annabeth - since she was a demigod, annabeth was a target for monsters which caused constant fighting between her dad and her stepmother who felt like she was putting everyone (as in her two twin stepsiblings) in danger. she was assaulted by spiders, her worst fear, for three days each night as a seven year old girl. she would scream for her father but he was never there and her stepmother didn’t believe her. as a seven year old girl, she believed her family hates her, so she ran away and smashed monsters with a hammer with the guidance of her immortal mother for MONTHS. then she was taken in by luke and thalia and they became her family. then they found grover and were chased by monsters sent from hades, who was looking to kill thalia for revenge. grover took wrong turns and led them into a cyclops lair on accident. then the cyclops lured everyone except annabeth, who stabbed one of the cyclops in the foot. the group was chased by a pack of hellhounds and all three furies on their way to half-blood hill. she was forced to watch thalia be overran by monsters and killed and dragged away by luke. she heard the great prophecy when she was ten and had nightmares about it because chiron told her she “would have a big part to play”, and that brings us to tlt. damn.

7. Percy - strangled a snake at a day care center when he was two (this is pretty traumatic). was bullied and abused by his stepfather from a very young age and had to watch his mother be in an awful relationship. was bullied badly by other people. he was in military academies where they believed “paddling is good for the soul.” he was stalked by a cyclops in the third grade.

8. Frank - his mother died in a military accident and was then raised by his grandmother. he was then told, at his mother’s funeral, that his whole entire life depends on this little piece of fire wood that if burned, he would literally fall over dead. then, that same evening, he was told he was going to be shipped off to wolves and then to camp jupiter (if he survived its trials ofc).

9. Piper - she fell off a horse when she was six and drove past a meat processing place that made her sick 😭 (this is a joke). but for real, her rich super star dad avoided her and didn’t pay any attention to her, which caused her to act out. she was bullied for being cherokee. and then she finds out months of her life was just a trick of the mist and that her boyfriend doesn’t actually like her at all? sad man.

[yellowcabdriver]

love language

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: Javier wants to love you the right way.

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Warning: none

A/N: this was written in like 20 minutes before I went to sleep so sorry in advance for mistakes 🥲 Also, a kiss on a head for those who guesses Javier’s love language I tried to force in here 🥰🤣

“What form of love language do you prefer?”

You raised your head from the paperwork you had been filling out for what seems like an eternity.

“What?”

Elena shook some heavy-looking glossy magazine in her hand.

“There’s a test in here. Wanna find out?”

You went back to filing the report and shrugged your shoulders.

“How many love languages are there anyway?”

“Umm…” Elena quickly flipped through a few pages. “Five.”

Usually, you were not the one to indulge in magazines, especially not at work but… it had been a long day at the embassy. Very long. You spent the first part of the day typing out reports for Noonan, then you had to go to the archive and sew together some old documents in a badly lit backroom in the company of, you were sure of it, a ghost of someone who died in that backroom choking on an ungodly amount of dust. Your back was aching, high heels required by the dress code were straight up slaughtering your feet one step at a time. And also, you were bored out of your mind.

“Wow, okay.” You sighed and plopped down on a chair. “Sure, let’s see. I needed a break anyway.”

With a victorious shriek, Elena started reading out questions and marking the answers down on the pages with a pencil that desperately needed to be sharpened.

“Okay, you got…” her lips inaudibly moved as she was counting the results. “You got words of affirmation.”

“Oh, bullshit!” You threw your head back in sardonic laughter and stretched out your legs. “I don’t enjoy being complemented at all, I always get super uncomfortable!”

Elena shrugged her shoulders as she was erasing her pencil notes from the magazine.

“Maybe you do, somewhere deep down.”

“Nope, not a chance,” you snickered. “Your magazine is full of lies.”

“Hey!” Jokingly offended, Elena hugged the magazine to her chest. “It’s my only entertainment in this lifeless pile of paper!”

“What did you get then?” You asked, propping your cheek with your palm making you sound all muffled.

“Acts of service.”

“Well then, I’ll tell David to serve you up real nice.”

An enemy missile in the form of a crumpled piece of paper landed on your table.

“Oh screw you!”

“What’s the hustle?”

Elena and you immediately straightened up at the voice of a visitor who, upon further inspection, turned out to be your boyfriend, Javier.

“It’s just me, not Noonan,” he raised his palms slowly walking to your table as you two relaxed into your previous positions. Javier sat down at the edge of your table next to your chair and leaned down to kiss you on the forehead, this was his way of saying hello.

“Are you ready to go home?” He asked. Boy, were you ever.

“Of course, I am. So tired,” you complained suppressing a yawn. Javier smiled, soothingly stroking your hand.

“Let’s just go home, they don’t even pay us any overtime anyway,” Elena muttered, shooting a resentful stare at the piles of documents in front of her.

“By the way,” Javier turned to look at Elena. “David is downstairs, I think you’re gonna catch up.”

These words were enough for Elena to throw away her magazine, which honour she was just defending by violating a Geneva Convention of friendship, and bolt out of office without further ado. You and Javier looked at each other in amusement and burst into laughter at the same time.

“We should also go.”

“Yep, let’s go home.”

Nominally, “home” was Javier’s apartment, it was closer to the office and was overall much nicer than your place. Driving down the familiar street—the next turn after that yellow house, you were thinking, is home—Javier put his hand on your lap and asked you:

“Why were you arguing with Elena? Did she do something to you?”

“Oh, she did, she Inflicted the pain of knowing the content of a beauty magazine,” you half-heartedly complained, enjoying the warmth of Javier’s large hand on your thigh. Javier grinned at your remark.

“That harsh, huh?”

“We were just bored and decided to take a dumb test from the magazine.”

Javier chuckled as he quickly glanced at you, his yellow aviators catching a glimpse of the setting sun.

“About what?”

“Something about love language.”

“And what about it?”

“Well, found out that my love language is apparently words of affirmation.”

The car slowly stopped in the driveway as you reached Javier’s apartment building.

“Really?” He smiled at you, kissing the back of your hand. You almost melted at the gesture of his casual affection.

“Yes, who would’ve thought, right?”

Javier laughed again, exiting the car and jogging to your side to open the door for you. You jumped down and placed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth as a thank you.

“So it means you need to hear words of affirmation every day? Like your Cleo?” Javier asked, locking the car doors and turning slightly to look at you with a smile. You snorted. “Your Cleo” was a plant sitting comfortably on a windowsill of your office. She was a dying little thing until you saved her from being literally abused in the dark hallway of the embassy. Once you got her into a well-lit room and started watering her properly with actual water and not residue 3-in-1 coffee, Cleo turned into a stunning blooming beauty. You did talk to her, mostly paying her compliments—yes, weird, but you read somewhere that plants responded to positive affirmation. Javier, of course, didn’t believe any of that but for you, and he highlighted that specifically, he would greet Cleo every now and then when he entered your and Elena’s office.

“I am not like Cleo!” You huffed, making Javier smile as he hugged you by your waist and you two started walking towards his apartment. “But I believe everyone flourishes under kind words, don’t you think?”

Javier opened the door to his place and let you enter first.

“That’s a fair point, hermosa.”

The evening went by as it usually did: you two ate a dinner that Javier quickly put together—you maybe were a better cook but a slow one, for sure. Then you went to put Javier’s clothes into a washing machine, a dreadful loud thing that was tumbling around so hard you were afraid it would explode, while Javier washed the dishes. Finally, you two settled on the coach to watch some classic evening telenovelas because nothing relaxes a person more than an intricate plot of a tv show where somehow everyone ends up being everyone’s relative.

You were very engulfed in an episode—main character shot a man who turned out to be her biological father,—when Javier quietly asked:

“Am I saying enough compliments to you?”

“What?” You let out an involuntary laughter but as you turned to look at Javier, he didn’t seem to be joking.

“You said your preferred love language is words of affirmation and I’m… cariño, you know I’m not good with words,” Javier let out a bitter chuckle rubbing his temple—a nervous habit. “Am I showing you enough love?”

Oh.

Oh.

That you didn’t expect.

You turned the volume down and quickly climbed on Javi’s lap. He uncomfortably glanced up at the ceiling with a vulnerability you never saw him exude before. You could see something you would believe was more of your thing��an insecurity of being not enough.

“Javi, please, look at me,” you took his face in your hands and he immediately left a quick kiss on your palm, like a reflex.

God, that man was gonna be the death of you.

“Javi, my love, I never said anything about my preferences, it was just a dumb magazine. And besides, I don’t need to hear compliments, you know I can’t even take them well!” you said causing Javier knowingly to raise his eyebrows in agreement. Your left hand found its way to the back of his head and into his soft curls making Javier groan quietly.

“I love you so much and I love your ways of showing affection. I feel loved, if anything I feel adored.” You let your right index finger trace his aquiline nose and Javier closed his eyes at your tender touch. You began to press soft kisses all over his face.

“You love me so well, Javier Peña. You are so caring, so wonderful, so handsome, and sooooo sexy…” you exhaled as your kisses reached his jaw and you felt him smile. “I love you, Javi. So so much.”

Javier opened his eyes and pulled you in for a proper kiss.

“I love you, too, mi corazon,” his hands gently squeezing your thighs.

As this gesture pressed you closer, you felt the tightness in his jeans. Jokingly widening your eyes you glanced down, between your bodies, as Javier offered you a shy boyish grin.

“Ohh, but I see that someone else’s love language is definitely words of affirmation.”

Javier’s hands slid under your shirt and tightened around your waist as he began to leave open-mouthed kisses on your neck prompting you to let out a shamelessly loud moan.

“Oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that,” he softly said, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “I really love to hear your praise, mi amor.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Small fic about Tord's sibling almost talking him down in the climax of The End until Tom throws the sofa at him and harpoons him. Anfst timw bby.

"Tord..is this really what you wanna do?"

The massive red robot glanced down at you as its blue window became transparent. Its occupant, your one and only maniac of a brother, grinned at you widely.

"Yeah! I mean..this is all I came back for! C'mon søsken, let's leave all of this behind and start anew." Kneeling down, the robot extended its hand to you. "We'll rule the world together and be unstoppable!" Tord laughed like some cliché comic book villain.

But you weren't laughing at all. You didn't want to "rule the world" or cause any mayhem.

You only wanted to meet Tord's friends..that's the only reason you decided to come back into town with him. They seemed like such nice people, too, though you could tell he and Tom did not like each other a bit.

So how did that turn into you standing on the roof of a house, face-to-face with his giant robot, and trying to talk him out of destroying everything?

Part of you regretted coming here. Had you known his true plans...you would've stopped him way sooner.

He frowned as he saw you avert your gaze. "Oh come now..no reason to be sad. How about I make you your own robot? Any color you want! E-Except red, of course..that's-"

"I don't want a damn robot!" You snapped, clenching your fists. "I just...I want a normal life, with a normal brother. If you wanna show off your robot to Paul and Patryk, fine. But don't hurt them."

Edd and Matt perked up as they saw you gesture to them. You noticed their worried gazes and smiled sadly, hoping that they trusted you. You promised them that you'll try to talk sense into Tord.

Right now only you could. The fate of this neighborhood--and possibly the world--was literally in your hands.

"I don't know why you suddenly hate them but...they seem pretty cool." You looked back at your brother. "Whatever grudge you have against them is not worth destroying their lives over. It's never worth it, Tord. So please..let's just leave them alone."

As the robot stood rigidly, Tord looked uncertain now. Of course he noticed how much fun you had with his friends. He may have his own selfish desires but above all else, he wanted you to be happy.

And today you were especially happy to meet them.

Perhaps you were right.

Maybe this wasn't worth it.

"[Y/n]...I-"

"HEY!! SUNSHINE-LOLLIPOPS!"

Startled by the voice, you looked down to see Tom emerge from Edd's house, holding a cube-shaped gadget. "Take a SEAT!!" He threw it towards the robot as it transformed into a large piece of furniture-

Only to bounce harmlessly off its chest.

But something in Tord snapped, forgetting all about your words, as the arm turned into a massive rocket launcher. "Oh, SHUT UP!!!"

"TORD, NO!!" You yelled as he fired a rocket at the house, causing a massive explosion that shook the entire neighborhood. In horror you saw him fire another rocket at Eduardo's house right when the three occupants stepped outside to investigate the commotion.

Although you nearly fell off the roof, you managed to steady yourself as you scowled up at Tord, absolutely livid. "What the hell?!! I thought-!!!"

"Yeaaaah I changed my mind. It's best you forget about him [y/n]. Now let's go."

"You'll have to catch me first, asshole!!"

Racing to the ladder, you avoided his grasp and climbed down. Clearly your refusal to go with him earned his ire. "Ugh, I'm losing my patience with you!! I never should've let you come!!" He chased after you.

But he didn't get too far as the robot abruptly stopped and began punching itself.

"OW!"

You were confused until you noticed Matt pressing random buttons on the control panel, which somehow survived the house's destruction. Edd soon joined in, determined to buy you enough time to get away.

From the cockpit, Tord was being attacked by smaller robot arms, causing the mecha to stumble around. But even though he threatened you, you didn't want to see him get too badly hurt.

So you ran over to Edd and Matt. "Guys, stop. You're gonna kill him!!"

"Sorry [y/n], but I can't forgive him for ruining my face!!" Matt retorted.

"Besides, Tom's dead and we're probably next-" Edd started, only to be interrupted by Eduardo's voice.

"Jon?!"

You three stopped arguing and saw him holding Jon in his arms. But sadly he died a few moments later, succumbing to his injuries.

It was then you all realized..

Tom was still alive.

You then yelped as a laser beam destroyed the control panel, disintegrating it instantly, before noticing the robot retract its arm. "Fine. Stay here for all I care, [y/n]. So long, old friends!" He began to fly away.

With sadness you watched him leave. 'Why didn't you listen?'

For a moment you thought it was all over...

Until Tom emerged from the house rubble, wielding a giant harpoon gun, with tears in his white eyes. "I AM NOT. YOUR. FRIEND!!!!" He screamed as he fired the harpoon at the robot, impaling its head.

You covered your mouth in horror upon seeing it malfunction, soon exploding in a bright flashing light. Off in the distance you could see a figure falling from the sky.

You glanced at Edd and Matt for a moment, nodding to them, before you raced over to wherever your brother fell.

Sure enough, amid all the debris from the robot, you found him laying on a hill. Shockingly enough he was alive, but as you knelt down you realized half his face was scarred; same with his arm.

Paul and Patryk were already there, looking just as horrified. Though they decided to just sift through the wreckage so you could help Tord sit up.

He was a bit dazed, but surprised that you were here. As you reached out to him he flinched, convinced that you were going to slap him for being so stupid and foolish.

He deserved it for basically abandoning you, right?

Instead, however, you..hugged him. "Dumbass, I thought I lost you.."

The waver in your voice broke his heart, though he said nothing as he wrapped his good arm around you, resting his head on your shoulder. His hold on you was tighter than normal.

You were right.

It wasn't worth it.