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targaryenluvs · 3 months

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— UNCHARTED WATERS

pairings: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader, percy jackson x sister!reader

summary: four months of keeping percy in the dark were over, you could only hope he’d understand your reasoning for keeping him there. or the one where percy finds a polaroid of luke and a girl eerily similar to his sister, donning not a lot of clothing.

warnings: suggestive content/photos, poor percy’s eyes, arguing, confrontation, makeups, hugs & motherly reader, protective percy

a/n: the end has come 😭 i’ve absolutely adored writing this series and i’m glad it’s here sad it’s here and sad it’s over.

taglist: @songofthesun @gayforyelena @taloulalila @honeydanny @7s3ven @sssi-nr @percabethtears @gr1mes-cc @2hiigh2cry @10ava01 @ahh-chickens @fangirl-swagg @anotherblackreader @midmourn @lovelyforesst @urfavpogue @lilacspider @mysteris-things @whoreyzontal @lunalixya @dangelnleif @wordsarelife

part i, part ii, part iii, part iv

iv. uncharted waters

luke’s mouth was currently held hostage by your hand, tightly clamped over his as you waited for the kids to pass by. you were currently hidden behind large rocks in the pond, and half-naked. “if you lick my hand i swear i will drag you under the water, and you know i can.” you whispered to him. luke’s amusement was no where near yours, you could tell by the fact that he jabbed your side which caused you to shout.

the two campers turned at the sound of distress, eyes frantically scanning the area, before turning around and continuing their way back to camp. “that was close.” luke grinned whilst you hit him, “that was all your fault! now come on, before the sun sets.”

“why, is my girl scared of the dark? don’t worry i’m right here baby.”

“am not!”

“are too!”

“am not!”

“are too!”

“you’re so annoying luke.” the two of you made your way into the cold, clear waters. the day had been pretty busy and the idea of swimming before showering all the paint and grime was nothing but appealing to you. but your peace would only last so long around your boyfriend.

“what’s that shark movie y/n? and what does the music sound like?”

“jaws? and the sounds like, dun-a, dun-a.”

you should’ve seen it coming. luke repeated the sound, as you closed your eyes and faced the sun, he waded through the water before you looked his way. he was gone.

“luke? luke where did you—,”

you screamed as luke came up from below you, tipping you face first. “what the hell!” as much as you loved to hear luke laughing all you wanted to do was drown him. “it’s one thing to mess with me above ground, but in the water?” luke’s grin was wiped off as a wave came from behind. “wait hold on—,”

it was officially your turn to laugh as luke resurfaced, gasping for air. “not cool.” you covered your smile with both hands, “kinda cool.” you murmured as he made his way to you, hands around your waist as you looked up at him. “you think that was funny?” you meekly nodded as his hand tightened, another wrapped around your neck to draw you in.

the night was fast approaching and the two of you were currently laying on the shoreline. “i knew i brought this for something.” he whipped out the camera, “you look perfect as usual, would you do me the honour of modelling for me?” you grinned, “of course.”

luke wouldn’t stop staring at the picture, the whole way back to camp. so instead of allowing him to ogle the photo the whole night you tucked it into your jean shorts. claiming the decision to be for the greater good.

if there was one difference between you and percy, it was tidiness. he wasn’t terrible but he wasn’t as obsessive as you. so imagine his surprise when you passed out, towel, shorts and swimwear laid around. “kids these days, i tell you.” percy muttered as he picked up the clothes to be washed the next day. but as he did, a certain polaroid fluttered to the floor.

“what the?” he turned it over, and then had a heartattack.

“WHAT THE F—,”

“ow! why on earth are you shouting? and no swearing.” you groaned out loud. percy stomped his way over to you then waved the picture in your face, “what on earth is this? huh?” you snatched the picture from his hand before sitting on it, “nothing, what’re you talking about?”

percy clutched his head, before dramatically flopping down on his bed, “i think my eyes need to be rinsed.” you rolled your eyes, “stop being so silly, it’s a cute photo. just not a lot of clothes.” percy quiickly sat up, “exactly! and some guys hand tucking your hair behind your ear. i didn’t even know you were dating someone y/n, let alone taking weird photos.”

you’d been caught out, it was bound to happen sooner or later so you might as well tell him. your feet hit the floor before moving over to him, “i’m sorry i didn’t tell your perce, really. i just— i didn’t want to freak you out. i wanted you to continue getting adjusted to camp and all before i told you anything about it. it happened recently, and i didn’t mean for it to but feelings… are the one thing you can’t control. i’m sorry, i really am. and i’m so grateful i have such an amazing little brother who feels like he needs to protect me but you are my little brother. i’m eighteen, and more than capable of making my own decisions.”

percy didn’t want to understand what you were saying. he wanted to go find this guy and let riptide work it’s magic. but annoyingly enough, everything you said did make sense. “fine, i won’t go maiming tonight. i’m still mad you kept it from me, don’t you trust me?” your eyes teared up at the notion, “oh god no! i mean, yes, yes i do. i trust you with every bone in my body and that’s why i knew you’d try and hurt the poor guy. you’re so incredibly strong that you’d send him packing perce.”

percy’s lips twitched, a grin forming, “i am pretty amazing arent i?” you wrapped an arm around his shoulder, “that you are brother, that you are.” he hugged you so hard that it knocked you both back onto the bed.

“i guess i won’t hunt him down today.”

“thank you percy.”

“there’s always tomorrow.” he muttered.

“no perce!” he smiled up at you before wiggling out of your arms, “who is it huh?” you covered your face before sighing, “luke.” percy’s shoulders dropped, “stuff tomorrow.” he charged out the door as you ran after him, “no wait!” coincidentally the two of you rammed right into luke, “i heard shouting, i was concerned. are you okay y/n?” you smiled as he percy huffed, “no yeah, forget about the 12 year old you pummelled over viciously. continue focusing on my sister please.”

“he knows, i told him.” luke’s eyebrows raised, the reasoning behind percy’s jabs and stare revealing itself.

“oh.”

“you’ve got ten seconds castellan.”

“for what?”

“to run.”

“what did i do?”

“that photo didn’t take itself.” percy pulled out riptide, tapping it against his other hand as you stood behind him, watching luke laugh. “he’s, he’s kidding right?” you shook your head, “he’s giving you a head start castellan, i’d advise you to take it.” luke’s smile dropped as he began to step back, “i… you’re kidding.”

“ten, nine, eight—,”

luke’s shoes collided with the floor as percy shrugged, “countings for losers.” you reached out for him but it was too late, “cheater!” luke kept looking back as you sat down infront of the cabin, you officially had two idiots to look after.

#luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x fem!reader #luke castellan x reader #percy jackson x fem!reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fic #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians

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billthebullfrogs · 2 months

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sure thing.

“Hey, firecracker,” a voice—unmistakable, to you, at least —calls from behind, and you instantly knew who it was. “Need to talk to you.”

There was only one person that would call you that nickname. Luke Castellan, the bane of your existence, thought it was extremely funny to remind you of that one time you almost burnt down the pavilion. The moment they figured out it was you; you had earned the nickname you dreaded so much. He loved reminding you of embarrassing stuff you did. You desperately wanted to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off his face. What did he even want? Didn’t he have something better to do than to bother you?

He leaned against one of the posts in the arena, eyebrows raised expectantly. He just needed a change from training the newbies. He wanted to go all out, and the best person to do that with was sadly you. Well, at least the satisfaction he’d get from beating you—because he would beat you, obviously, was totally worth it.

You sighed, “What?”

“Need a sparring partner, that's all,” he said, a smirk still tugging at the corner of his lips, now accompanied by a raised eyebrow. “And I'd rather have you than anyone in this camp.”

“That sounded too nice for your standards... Are you that desperate?” Your eyes narrowed; you were skeptical.

“Desperate to beat your ass, yes," he said, an easy laugh breaking past the steely look on his face. Luke was aware of the fact that he often annoyed you, and maybe he liked it just a little. "Besides, I wanna try some new sword techniques I came up with. So, whaddya say? Pretty please?" His head tilted a little when he said that, he was giving you that look.

You were silent, biting your lips just like you always did when you were focused. After a moment, you gave in. “Fine,” you said. Maybe you’d benefit from this, too.

"That’s my girl," he said as he casually walked toward you. "I promise not to go easy on you. If you feel like you're gonna trip and impale yourself with my sword, just say the word, alright?" A smirk flitted past his lips, though his words seemed genuine enough. Luke knew you would never stop being rivals. But the feeling of respect he had for you was real. He trusted you and even cared for you, but he’d rather commit war crimes than admit that.

“Fuck you,” you spat as you got into your signature fighting stance. Maybe this was a mistake, but if you gave up already, he’d think you’d gotten cold feet.

“If you ask nicely.”

That smug bastard. You hated him with all your heart. You hated his stupid smile and the way he made everyone around him feel comfortable, even you. You hated the butterflies he gave you. You hated his guts.

With a smooth slashing motion towards his torso, you started the fight. He blocked it with ease. Without a further word, Luke went in towards you with a quick and precise strike, sword arm extended forward in a tight grip with the tip aimed towards your sternum. He wanted to overwhelm you, thinking you hadn’t improved since the last time you sparred. But oh, was he wrong.

You’ve been watching him, his rather aggressive style of fighting, and the look in his eyes when he tried a certain move for a long time now. You’ve fought him many times before, and you were getting the hang of it. You’ve been training a lot, and while he was busy with the new campers, you had developed your own, unique fighting style. He knew you as a pretty good fighter, who could almost keep up with him on a good day. Almost. But now, you’d surpass his expectations. You blocked his hit, your body moving smoothly like liquid. Instead of using all your strength to try and withstand his attacks, you just gave in. Let loose. You used the force of his hit and channeled it, transferring it into your own with ease. He did not see that coming.

You'd always had a strong sense of intuition and your body would respond accordingly, as if it had a mind of its own. Luke was quick to counter, his body leaning back with a fluid motion to avoid any of your quick strikes, all the while trying to find an opening. The back-and-forth movement that was once just a spar has now become a deadly dance of swords, the two of you constantly in motion, no pause in sight. There is a certain excitement in the air, almost a spark that has ignited your mutual hostility and aggression.

Your movements were fluid as if you could predict all of Luke's moves in advance. You were a master of timing, of anticipating all of the demigod's strikes. Not once could he match your fluidity, his movements jerky compared to your graceful flow. There was something about the way you both fought so elegantly that made you feel like you were part of an agile performance, each of you matching the other's movements perfectly. It felt less like a fight and more like an art.

Yet even as you moved with effortless ease, the clash of swords kept you both on your toes, your bodies moving in such perfect sync that neither could find a flaw in the other's defense. Your movements almost appeared as if you were both working together, but this was not the case—in fact, Luke was becoming more frustrated by the second as he strained to find a way to slip past your guard.

“You’ve improved,” he breathed out while you fought. “I like it.” The way he said that sent shivers up your spine. It was embarrassing how these words affected you so hard that you made a small mistake. It was a mistake that could happen to even the best swordsmen in history, but a mistake nonetheless. And it led to his sword held at your throat. You fucked up. And he made you feel it, the cold tip of his sword gently tapping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You prayed that he didn’t notice the color on your cheeks.

“You're distracted too easily.” He looked serious for once, that glint of smugness had left his eyes for just a moment. “I win again.” And there it was again, that stupid smile of his. He dropped his sword and held out a hand to help you up. You let him pull you up, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “Did you get what you wanted out of this fight?” You asked, and he nodded. “Much better than trying to teach the newbies not to drop their swords while fighting.”

“Good,” you turned to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist. “Same time tomorrow?”

You could’ve said no, could’ve walked away, could’ve done ANYTHING, but instead, you looked at him and said, “Sure thing.”

#pjo x reader #pjo fic #luke castellan x reader #pjo #luke castellan #pjo imagine #bullfrogscanwrite

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serafilms · 5 months

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song 53! magic (one direction) + percy jackson requested by @isabelboo (2023 spotify wrapped event)

you, you’ve got this spell on me, i don’t know what to believe, kissed you once now i can’t leave

Percy isn’t really sure how or when it started, but he’s pretty sure you’ve put some kind of curse on him.

His thoughts are consumed by you day and night. His vision tunnels in on you every time you’re around. Whenever you talk to him, all he can do is think of your lips. It’s excruciating. It’s nauseating. And it’s definitely affecting his daily activities, he thinks as he sits, dazed in the infirmary, with a stab wound (a very minor one!) in his side.

It has to be some kind of magic, he thinks, because he’s never felt like this. Maybe some voodoo? Maybe a trick by Hecate as vengeance for defeating the Titans. Maybe you’ve been slipping him potions in his food. It could be anything, and Percy is not as well-versed in magic knowledge as some other people at camp, so he has no idea.

But he finds himself always looking for you, asking after you. He finds himself trailing after you always, and depressed when you’re not around.

The strangest part is that nobody else seems to notice anything out of the ordinary, and he’s too afraid to ask them about it.

He mentioned something about it to Annabeth once, but she merely waved him off.

(“It’s like I can only think of Y/N,” he said.

Annabeth looked over her notes distractedly. “Uh huh, yeah, that’s great, Percy. Hey, since you’re not being any help here, would you mind getting Y/N so they can help me finish the Capture the Flag plans?”

Percy blinked. “Okay?”)

He thinks it must have started somewhere between all the times you held his hand to lead him somewhere, or the times he stood behind you to help correct your sword fighting posture, or the times you touched his hands and arms to correct his archery posture. He always ended up blushing furiously after each of those ordeals.

Or maybe it started that time he kissed you. Although, technically, you’d kissed him first (on the cheek, nothing crazy!) before he went off to face Kronos.

But then again, Percy had been the one to kiss you on the lips when he found you again after.

(“Percy!”

He heard the call of his name, registered your voice, and his head was already whipping around to find you. He found you, a strained look on your face as you hobbled towards him, and Percy rushed towards you.

No sooner had you steadied yourself by holding onto his forearms than he had leaned forwards and kissed you on the lips.)

But Percy couldn’t help it! He’d just been so worried about you, and so relieved to find you alive. He thinks maybe during one of those kisses you transferred your evil little spell.

Still, he hoped that kiss might have meant something to you, more than friendship, but you hadn’t gotten the chance to talk about it, since you’d collapsed on your broken ankle right after.

Even until now, you two have never really discussed what you are, or what the kiss/es entail for your future relationship. Because magic spell or not, Percy’s endless thoughts about you have him planning out your future (however much of it you can plan for two demigods who face certain death before their prime). An apartment in New York, close enough to his mom and Paul but not so close that it’s overbearing, college and planning schedules to match up, weekends out with your friends laughing and eating and watching movies and doing normal teenager things.

That’s all he wants. But he’ll settle for the lingering touches and smiles he gets from you for now.

But this curse, spell, whatever (because gods forbid Percy Jackson admit he’s in love with you before he’s sure you’re in love with him. They kissed you, Percy! What more do you need, for Zeus’ sake) is seriously becoming a problem, because somebody explain to him how from 30 feet away, Percy managed to see an Ares camper headed straight for you and make it over the battlefield in time to intercept it. With his own abdomen.

It was a stupid mistake, he acknowledges now. He’s been through countless battles, and he knows he could’ve incapacitated the camper from behind, or just knocked the spear out of his hand or something. But something about seeing you in danger just sets alight a fire in his mind that burns through any rational thought, leaving only an urge to stop you from getting hurt.

A little inconvenient now that he’s wincing on an infirmary bed with his side burning up. But at least you’re okay. And oh, look! It’s you! He’s not sure if he’s hallucinating now, or if you’re really standing in front of him.

“Seaweed brain,” you say, sniffling.

Okay, definitely you.

“Hey Y/N,” Percy says meekly. His side still feels like it’s on fire but his heart feels warmer with you here.

You take his hand and his heart aches at the tears in your eyes. “Hey, I’m fine,” he assures, ignoring the fact that he is definitely not fine.

“You’re an idiot, is what you are.”

“Yeah, that too.”

You look at him, at the ridiculous little smile he’s giving you to reassure you, at the bandages around his waist, and his hand in yours, and you lurch forwards and press your lips to his.

Percy jolts in surprise and feels his abdomen screaming at him from the movement, but kisses back nonetheless, feeling your lips on his once more and your tongue graze his bottom one.

When you pull back, he stares at you in a daze. If kissing is how you kept this spell on him, he is okay with being under it forever.

“You’re ridiculous, Percy Jackson,” you say, “but I love you.”

He swears his heart has never felt this warm. “I love you too.”

(“Sorry,” Leo says, looking rather gobsmacked, “they weren’t already dating?”

“Leo!” Piper throws her hands up in exasperation.

He smacks his cheeseburger back down on his plate and stares at the faces of his friends. Jason and Frank also look rather miffed, but the girls are all rolling their eyes. “Excuse me for being surprised! They’ve known each other since they were, what, 13?”

“12, actually,” answers Annabeth.

“12! When Percy woke up on the other side of America, the only name he could remember was Y/N’s, right?”

“Correct,” says Frank.

“And we spent ages on the Argo II, during which they got caught in the stables—“

“They were just talking,” says Hazel.

“—and they fell into Tartarus together! Because he refused to let go of her hand! They literally went all the way to hell, all the way through hell, and back out, together!”

Nobody says a word, all looking at Leo.

“You’re telling me,” Leo says, breathing very intensely as though he just found out that his pet dog has been run over, “that during that entire time, neither of them asked each other out?”

“Nope,” says Annabeth matter-of-factly, “and he also kissed Y/N on his 16th birthday.”

“Man,” Jason sighs, “talk about slow burn.”)

#percy jackson imagines #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo x reader #pjo imagines #pjo imagine #written works !#2023 spotify wrapped event !

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waitingonher · 1 year

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hii sweets!! can i request a percy jackson x child! of hecate reader? maybe reader is a witch?

percy jackson dating a child of hecate

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

content warning: nothing

word count: 835

author's note: hi! i love this request sm, children of hecate have a special place in my heart <3 sorry this took a bit. hope you like it :)

you + percy jackson = best couple ever!!

he is SO whipped for you, it’s insane. you could ask him to be your guinea pig for the new spells you’ve been working on, and percy would immediately agree. he trusts you wholeheartedly and knows you would never intentionally hurt him.

percy loves seeing you use your magic. it’s so alluring to him and if he could, he’d watch you practice all day. when percy sees how passionate you are, your boyfriend thinks he’s fallen in love all over again.

he is your #1 assistant!! whenever you’re working on some sort of spell or potion, percy’s always right there to help. it’s like he can read your mind. somehow your boyfriend always knows what you need because before you can even say it, he’s handing you the next ingredient.

“uh…” you quickly scan your work table while moving various jars and vials, “love, where’s the-” “the rosemary?” percy asks. looking at him, you realize that he’s holding the sprigs of rosemary you need, “oh yeah thanks.” you take the herbs from his hands and strip the leaves into the wooden bowl. percy comes up behind you, he snakes his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder. he’s always intent on watching you work like this. turning your head, you look at your boyfriend, “percy?” “hm?” “how’d you know i needed the rosemary?” you question. percy shrugs, “just had a feeling.”

you two are constantly messing with people around camp!! with percy’s hydrokinesis and your enhanced ability to control the mist, you guys are enemies to the public.

one time a new camper had the audacity to make an off-putting comment about you to their friend. little did they know, percy was in ear-shot and heard everything. let’s just say, the next few weeks were definitely not fun for them!

your boyfriend was out there making their sinks and toilets explode. (chiron was not happy with the plumbing issues that ensued) you certainly had your fair share of fun, too. you had enchanted their hairbrush to do the opposite of its purpose; it only tangled their hair more instead of untangling it. seeing them around camp with their hair looking like a rats nest had you and percy on the floor.

percy will ALWAYS have your back. especially when people have negative things to say about your mother, he will defend you like no other. he hates the thought of someone judging you solely based on your mother’s choices.

he was not lying when he said his fatal flaw was loyalty!!

“how about me and you, plus the fireworks show tomorrow?” the girl offers. oh. percy thinks, maybe she doesn’t know it’s normally a couples event? he scratches his head, “uh, like as friends?” she giggles at his “cluelessness” and playfully pushes him, “no silly! i obviously meant as a couple, duh!” he takes a step back, “no thanks, i already have a date to the show.” “well,” she crosses her arms, “ i don’t see her.” percy points a thumb in your direction. her eyes widen at the sight of you on the training field, summoning multiple mistforms at once. “whatever. you aren’t even that cute anyways,” she says before frantically walking away.

foraging dates!!

when your supplies run low, you and percy take advantage of it and turn it into a cute little date.

when you two initially became friends, percy asked—practically begged—you to teach him how to control the mist. ever since then, you’ve become his teacher, and you're definitely a proud one!

at least once a month, you two have self-care nights. you’ll mix up a certain tea blend depending on what your guys’ intentions are. it’s one of percy’s favorite traditions that you guys have. you’ll also perform a little protection ritual!! he always has the best sleep on your self-care nights.

star gazing dates!!!!

your guys’ favorite kind of dates when you just need to decompress and relax. laying in percy’s arms while gazing upon the stars is your favorite form of therapy.

you sigh, melting into percy as he holds you tight. “long day?” he asks, smoothing out the blanket underneath you two. you nod, “yeah.” the chirps of crickets and croaks of frogs fill the air. the water below the dock reflects the moon and the stars; you notice they shine particularly bright tonight. percy interrupts the silence, “do you wanna talk about it?” “it’s okay,” you say, shaking your head, “i just wanna lay here with you.” you feel percy pull you in closer, kissing the top of your head. “okay. i love you y/n, i hope you know that,” he responds. you tiredly gasp, “no way. you only ever tell me like ten times a day.” percy chuckles at your sleepy attempt at a joke. a comfortable silence settles between you two. minutes pass before you break the stillness, “i love you too, percy.”

uncontrollably sobbing. i need a relationship like you two

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fic #pjo x reader #percy jackson fluff #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians

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plus-size-reader · 1 year

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Never Ending Proposals

Steve Harrington x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2267 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Steve really wants to marry the reader, and will NOT give it up but at a certain point, he has to face reality.

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“Steve…no”

“No”

“No Harrington”

“God, what is wrong with you? We are not getting engaged”

With the way you just kept repeating yourself, you were sure that someone was going to have you committed but it wasn’t entirely your fault.

He just wouldn’t drop it.

No matter what you tried to tell him, Steve refused to accept that you weren’t ready to be his wife yet.

You got it, you really did. You had heard his fantasy over and over again, about all the kids and the camper van and all that.

It sounded nice… after you had secure careers and could actually afford a camper full of Harrington's. Until then, you were just going to keep saying no, and it didn’t matter how sweet Steve was, or how much he genuinely meant each proposal.

As far as you were concerned, Steve Harrington was still a child, and so were you. Neither of you had any business getting married or starting a family yet.

Just last week, you’d lost Dustin in the mall, and you were confident he was easier to handle than an infant. At least, you hoped he was, considering how much trouble he caused the two of you all by himself.

How were you supposed to juggle everything you already did on top of marital responsibilities? You couldn’t.

There was no way to feasibly make it work.

Not that your partner saw that as clearly as you did, as evidenced by the fact you were once again talking about it, this time driving down the road.

“I just think it would be nice, y’know?” Steve hummed, getting that dreamy look in his eye again, even though you’d already shot this particular fantasy down once this week.

You smiled in spite of yourself, enjoying the fact that he’d clearly given the more romantic parts of his plan some decent thought. In every way except the practical, he knew exactly how it would go down if you agreed.

Unfortunately, you had your focus placed firmly in reality, where there was no ring on your finger and you liked it that way-for the time being, at least.

“It would be nice, but we aren’t ready” you reminded, resting back fully against your chair, turning your head to meet his gaze before he returned his to the road.

That wasn’t he wanted to hear.

Part of you felt bad for shooting him down so readily. You understood the sentiment, and it would be a lie to say that his insistence on being with you was romantic but it was also crazy.

If you went through with it now, it would be like playing house. It wouldn’t actually be something you could sustain all on your own, and that was just the marriage part. You were even less ready to be parents.

You didn’t even have reliable parents of your own. You wouldn’t know how to be them.

“Why not? We always make it through, together,” he kept going, muscle memory almost entirely driving him now, as he ran his left hand through his hair, only partially focusing on the road.

From where he was sitting, it made perfect sense.

Sure, getting married young like you were was a little unorthodox, but it wasn’t entirely uncommon, especially in a small town like Hawkins. Besides, if anyone had any hope of making it work, he was sure it was you.

The two of you, getting through things together and making it work, no matter what. That was who you were and who you’d always been, for one another.

Marriage was just a formality.

A way to make it permanent, forever.

“We could definitely handle marriage” Steve shrugged decidedly, taking your silence as as much of an answer as he was going to get for now.

He knew you weren’t ready, but it didn’t bother him. You were worth waiting for and if waiting was what you wanted to do, you would do it.

…but he wasn’t going to stop proposing.

Steve made up his mind. He wanted to marry you more than he’d wanted anything in a long time and he wasn’t about to let you forget it.

Not that you could even dream of something like that.

You were painfully aware of the situation at hand, sometimes to the point that the pressure nearly crushed you. After all, Steve had dated a lot of girls before you, and of all of them, you were the one he chose to propose to and not just once.

He had proposed to you more times than you could keep track of, though the most memorable ones had certainly carved out a place in your mind.

The first time, for example, you and Steve had gone to the park and halfway through your walk, he’d made up his mind, and dropped to his knee right there.

Then there were the most elaborate schemes of all; like the time he’d sent a single slip of paper to your house every day for a month, all with the same proposal penned into the paper in blue ink, or when he’d hidden his grandmother’s diamond in a soda can.

Each and every one was crafted with so much effort and care, and he’d put so much time into every individual moment and detail.

It was a beautiful testament to how much he cared for you, and part of you wanted to say yes.

…but you couldn’t.

Wouldn’t. Not until you knew the time was right.

“We could. But first, we have to handle the video store” you reminded, pressing a soft kiss to Steve’s cheek before ducking out of the car entirely, leaving the man you loved to once again ponder over another failed conversation.

“I can handle the video store” he muttered, content to enjoy another day by your side, even if it was just as your boyfriend.

“Hey Steve” you called, rounding the corner to the horror section where he was restocking inventory, finally making up your mind, once and for all.

As endearing as he was, and as genuine as his feelings were for you, something had to change.

The pressure of all this marriage and babies stuff was going to drive you crazy, and you couldn’t feel like he was just constantly waiting for you to say yes, like you were keeping him from the one thing he really wanted.

Like being his girlfriend wasn’t enough anymore.

As soon as he heard your voice, the man stopped dead in his tracks, glancing at you over his shoulder, a huge grin on his handsome face.

“There’s my favorite girl. How were the romantic comedies?” he hummed, referring to the section you’d been assigned for the night.

Right now, it was just the two of you on the floor, given the fact Robin had drawn the short straw and was currently locked in the back room. Normally, that would mean a fair amount of sneaky kisses and misquoted movies, but not tonight.

Tonight, you couldn’t stop thinking about the talk you’d had on your way in and you needed some closure, before you drove yourself crazy.

“They’re fine. I was just thinking and I wanted to run something by you” you tried, watching as Steve immediately put down the box he’d been working on and turned his fullest attention to you, as if there was nothing else in the world.

Which, to be fair, there may has well been, in Steve’s mind.

“Sure, what’s up?”

His words hung in the air for only a moment before you finally blurted out what you’d been thinking about all day, without any of the tact you’d been hoping for.

“I need you to stop proposing to me” You started, slightly panicking now that it was all out in the open. Almost instantly, you felt that weight on your chest, no doubt punishment for crushing whatever happy family dream your boyfriend had for the two of you.

Understandably, there was silence between you for a moment as Steve tried to process what you were telling him.

Thankfully, you stepped in again before he could let his brain run wild with this new information. You wanted to make sure that he understood that you weren’t telling him no forever, or ending things, all you wanted to do was wait a little bit longer.

After all, you had ever intention of marrying him, as soon as you reasonably could.

“I love you, more than anything, and one day, you will be the most amazing husband. I just want to wait a little while longer” you cooed, speaking as quickly as you possibly could.

More silence.

By this point, you were sure that you’d upset him, maybe more than you ever had in the course of your relationship.

There was no way to know for sure considering Steve, the most expressive person you’d ever known, wasn’t actually saying or doing anything.

Until, of course, he did.

All at once, the man you loved was standing in front of you, holding your hands gingerly in his own as if you may actually slip through them if he wasn’t careful.

“What is it? Are you worried about your parents? Or my parents? Is it money? Because I can take more shifts. I’m just saying, I could definitely support you, we can figure it out” Steve assured, squeezing your hands, his face so close to your own that you could see the slight flecks of green in his eyes.

Which, of course, nearly melted you.

While you knew it was a bad idea, it was moments like this that made you want to marry him that much more.

He was so amazing.

You knew that there was nothing Steve wouldn’t do for the people he loved, and somehow you’d found yourself in the middle of that…you were lucky to be in love with him, you knew that.

All you were asking was to be with him, in this moment, instead of constantly yearning for a future that you weren’t prepared for yet.

“It’s none of that. I just can’t handle the pressure of it. I don’t want to feel like I’m letting you down” you sighed, deflating at his earnestness.

You loved him so much, and you just needed that to be enough for now.

Steve nearly scoffed at that before forcing it down. Clearly, even though it made no sense to him, that was how you were feeling and he had no right to take away from that.

“You could never let me down,”

Say what you may about Steve Harrington, but he was nothing if not determined to be happy and nothing brought him more happiness than his girl. You were his everything, and if he had to give up every other one of his vices to make you his, then he would just have to learn to live without the rest of it.

It was unbelievable to him that you were actually his girlfriend, and even a smile from you could brighten his whole day and send away the rain.

No matter what you two went through together, you had always been by his side, and the truest love he’d ever had.

The least he could do was try to return that favor for you.

That being said, this morning when he brought it up, he knew that you weren’t going to be happy with him but he didn’t really care. He wanted you to be his wife, and would do whatever it would take to get to that point.

Which wasn’t fair.

At some point, he should have considered the position he was putting you in, and since he hadn’t, Steve was grateful you’d brought it up.

The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, or make anything harder for you. That was quite literally the reason he wanted to marry you in the first place, so that he could make sure you were always content.

“I love you, that’s what this whole thing is about. So, if you aren’t ready, we’ll wait” he decided, a flood of relief washing over you in an instant.

That was all you needed to hear.

That he wasn’t angry with you, and that he was okay with putting off any greater life planning until you were actually prepared for them.

Steve wasn’t thrilled about it, of course, but he knew what you were saying. In fact, this was one of the reasons he loved you so much. You were so much more realistic than he was, and if he didn’t have you, it was possible that he wouldn’t be able to function even half as well.

“I love you” he repeated, wrapping his arms around you fully now, in what had to be the most comforting hug you’d ever shared.

Not that you could be shocked, even now.

Everything that Steve ever did made him feel that much more irreplaceable to you and he really was. It warmed your heart to know that he was so serious about all of this, and that he really did love you as much as he claimed to.

“I love you! We’ll get there. I promise” you whispered back, giving him a strong squeeze before pulling away almost completely, though not far, considering the fact that you could still feel his breath fanning your face.

“Okay, then I have a promise for you,” Steve grinned, tapping his chin, almost as if deep in thought, before he finally made up his mind.

“I promise that the next time I propose will be the last time”

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rabbittf2x · 1 year

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mercs with S/O with sensory issues?

Mercs with a Reader that has sensory issues

Pyro💖

Pyro was very understanding and thoughtful when it came to your sensory issues. Whenever you had trouble with certain lights or sounds, he liked to lend you his spare gas mask. You couldn’t hear or see as clearly in it, which helped you calm down. You could also join him in Pyroland with it on! Pyro’s favourite thing to do was skip around with you there

But if he didn’t have an extra mask on him and you were feeling overstimulated, Pyro covered your eyes or ears with his hands. He got pretty protective over you, pulling you close and hiding you in his chest if you let him

Being snuggled up close to Pyro’s suit was super comforting. When things got bad, he loved nothing more but to let you cuddle up into him and rest your senses. The loveable little firebug would even hum you a song

Engineer💖

If you had sensory issues with loud noises, Engie tried to pipe it down when you were around. Because he liked it when you came to visit him in his workshop, and didn’t want to scare you away. So when you spent time with him while working, he steered clear of anything with loud bangs or zaps

Similar to Pyro, if you had trouble with any bright lights, he lent you his goggles to wear. They only dimmed the lighting down a tad, but it was the thought that counted. Engie also thought you looked so cute in them!

When with you, Engineer was always on the look out for anything that might trigger you. He was very protective over you, and it ripped him up to see you overstimulated

Spy💖

Spy understood your sensory issues. I mean, it was pretty easy to overstimulate while living with Team Fortress. He let you come hide away with him in his smoking room. It was the perfect place to relax if you had a sensory overload

You sat next to Spy by the fire, finally feeling some inner peace again. He was sipping on some scotch while passively flipping through a magazine. He was purposely trying to be quiet so you could cool off. You knew this and loved him for it

“Thank you, Spy… you’re a pretty great guy.”

Spy was kicking himself for it, but felt an unreasonably large amount of pride hearing you say that. Like he’d let you know that though

“De rien.” Spy muttered passively, not looking up from his magazine (he was giggling on the inside)

Heavy💖

You did not need to worry. Heavy would keep you safe. If he could, he’d crush every stupid little thing that gave you sensory issues to dust. Please tell him one of those stupid things was Scout. He’d love to crush Scout

You were lucky to be around Heavy most of the time. Because it was rare that anything he did would overload you with sensory issues. Er, well… unless you knew him on the battlefield. When at war, Heavy was loud, and fired this big, mean minigun. Being around that definitely wasn’t good for your mental health

Like said before, not to worry. Heavy never acted like that around you. With you, he became the softest, most gentle teddy bear of a man. He kept you close at all times, loving to snuggle or soothe you

Heavy may of acted like a saint when cuddling up with you, but if anyone rubbed one of your senses the wrong way? Dead :)

Sniper💖

“Nah, don’t worry, mate. Come hang out with me in the van!”

You could’ve considered yourself lucky that Sniper invited you into his camper… um, I think? It wasn’t like he ever let anyone else in there

Sniper felt for you. He didn’t like seeing you overwhelmed with sensory issues. It made him sad. :( so he often stole you away to come chill in his van. He kept the lights down low, as to not hurt your eyes. And he even offered you some coffee or a beer

Sniper kept stealing glances of you from across the camper, quietly taking in the subtleties of your beauty. He wanted to sit in this warm, comfortable silence with you forever. Little did he know, you felt the same way

“Thank you for letting me come in here, Mr Mundy. I really appreciate it.” You said softly

Sniper had to stifle the wobbly smile that tried to force its way onto his face

“No—no worries, darl.”

Scout💖

Scout finally learned how to keep his big mouth shut. It really hurt him the first time you flinched or shied away from him because he was being too loud. He felt so bad that he made you feel that way. Later, Scout caught up to you and set his hands on either of your shoulders

“I’m so sorry. I promise—I swear, I’ll talk less… loudly. I didn’t mean to scare ya like that.” He rambled

Your shoulders shook under his hands as you chuckled softly. “You’re so sweet, Scout. Thank you, but it’s okay.” You smiled

Scout was about to protest, to say he didn’t want to overstimulate you in any way… but you cut him off with a small peck to his cheek, making him blush deeply

“I like you just the way you are.”

Soldier💖

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M TALKING TOO LOUD?”

It took Soldier awhile to understand your sensory issues. He didn’t get at all that him yelling right in your ear was making you feel bad. Some of the other mercs may of needed to explain it better to him

Once Soldier finally realised what his constant yelling at you was doing to your mental health, he was very sorry. He didn’t mean it in a malicious way at all. In fact, quite the opposite! It was one of his ways of showing you affection, believe it or not

Soldier now resorted to more… conventional ways of expressing his love for you. Instead of shouting or firing weapons near you 24/7, he tried being quiet! :0 to show how sorry he was for causing you grief, he hugged you a lot more. He also made a good habit of whispering sweet nothings in your ear

Demoman💖

Demoman felt a little useless when he first found out about your sensory issues. He didn’t know how to help you. He usually just tried to make you laugh, which wasn’t hard. Especially when he was shit faced

If certain lights or bright screens were hurting your eyes, Demo just yanked the eyepatch right off his face and gave it to you. He covered one of your eyes with it, then shielded the other with his hand drunkenly

“Is that better?” He slurred

You couldn’t help but find his hasty attempt at soothing you cute. “Yes, Demo.” You laughed. “Yes, thank you. That helps.”

Spending drunken nights with Demo were a great way to steer clear from all things triggering to your senses. After a certain few drinks, he grew quiet and sleepy; the perfect cuddle buddy. Demoman loved to snuggle up close to you in your bed

Medic💖

Medic came up with many experiments and concoctions to improve your sensory issues. Don’t take it the wrong way. He was only trying to help! (I wouldn’t take anything he actually gave you though)

Medic got super cranky with the other mercs if they accidentally gave you a sensory overload. Whether it be by their loudness, weapons or unnecessary explosions, there was always something going on that was gonna shake you up

Medic hated seeing you all upset over loud noises or bright lights. It killed him to know there wasn’t anything long term he could do to help you

“Medic, stop it.” You shook your head with a smile. You wrapped your arms around the doctor in a warm hug, nuzzling into his chest. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine! Everything’s all good.” You reassured

Medic pouted, throwing his own arms around you a moment later. “I know, dove. I just…” he sighed

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voltronisanobsession · 8 months

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Heyyyy

Could you write Percy Jackson with a fem s/o who is drum major? (If you don’t know what that is, it’s the person conducting the marching band!)

Percy with a Drum Major Reader

HEEYY!!! Since my sister is in the band at our school, she lowkey kinda helped me with this😍😍

Hope I did you justice pookie, this was new territory for me💋‼️

You’re probably one of the few people that has a life outside of camp LMAO💀

You’ve been doing this for who knows how long, you take a lot of pride in what you do!

When Percy finds out you’re a drum major, he thinks it’s the actual drums (like me lmao) until you explain what you actually do

He really respects your position once he knows what a drum major does. He jokes that he would accidentally mess everyone up with his lack of rhythm hehe

Being a drum major takes a LOT of your time outside of school

He knows you’re pretty serious about your position, so whenever he can, if you’re nearby, he’d probably drop by your school to see you and your band practice!

He loves watching you practice, he’s so supportive and excited when he sees you. It’s like you’re a whole different person when you’re in your zone, so lively and full of energy!

He’s always encouraging you to continue when you begin getting frustrated that you can’t get down a certain toss or routine

He definitely has a cold bottle of water waiting for you when you take breaks too. If he can fit them all in his backpack, he also brings water for your band mates as well

(He actually started carrying two backpacks full of water after Sally found out how much people are in your band, Percy’s poor back lmao)

Everyone at this point knows it’s Percy when he arrives to your practices. They love him lol

I like to think that you all might force him to join you as a drum major for a practice or two

And because of his his demigod genes, he does a pretty good damn job in keeping up with you and everyone else

Don’t get me STARTED on when he actually sees you performing on a field, in front of SO many people

Like this dude is screaming and yelling the loudest, clapping whenever you nail a trick with extreme precision

“LET’S GO! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT! I KNOW THEM, I’M DATING THEM!”

He’s so loud that you swore you heard him yelling from the bleachers one time LMAO

But alas, because of how demanding your role is, you’ve unfortunately had to miss a year or two of camp

He’d be so devastated if you tell him near the end of the school year that he’d be going to camp without you

“Percy, I have bad news…”

*squints* “What is it?”

“I’mnotgoingtocampthisyear-!”

“NOOOO!”

He promises to send you letters though, like the romantic boyfriend he is😍

A lot of the half blood campers joke about you betraying them for your band camp

But they all know how passionate you are about being the drum major in your band, so they can never bring you down for too long

Honestly, Percy is super supportive of you, he only wants to see you succeed in what you love to do most😔💔

You’re a natural leader on and off the field, and he admires you so much for being able to juggle the life of a half blood and a drum major😫😫

#pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson headcanon #pjo headcanons #pjo #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #percy jackson #Percy jackson pjo #headcanons #x reader #Percy pjo

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demigods-posts · 8 months

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I’ve only read PJO and HoO so idk if this is still the case but I don’t like how the Hypnos cabin replaced the Aphrodite cabin as the butt of the jokes. Does there really have to be ‘that one cabin’ that everyone makes fun of?

Initially in PJO the Aphrodite cabin wasn’t taken very seriously and they were kinda seen as useless in comparison to the others. Obviously Selina disproved the stereotype and getting Piper’s perspective/ journey in HoO further established them as a respectable cabin. But it feels like as soon as that started we got the brand new Hypos cabin to fill the role as the comic relief?

Like sure Clovis tries to help Jason with his amnesia and he helps carry messages but most of the time Clovis is mentioned he’s just falling asleep and waking up at comical times. He doesn’t get a enough recognition imo

And the Hypnos cabin is just sleeping all the time?? I get that they navigate the dream world and stuff, that’s important. But shouldn’t they train as well? In the Lost Hero, Clovis is described as looking ‘like he’d never lifted anything heavier than a pillow’ which is obviously hyperbolic. But still! A huge part of CHB is teaching campers to fight for their lives in case they need to fend off the literal monsters that can smell them and track them down? Seems pretty inconsistent that the Hypnos kids wouldn’t be able to defend themselves

And I want to know more about them! Why are they sleepy all the time? When Percy was about to get the blessing of Achilles, Nico put a bunch of skeletons to sleep which made Nico very tired, is it like that? Are the Hypnos kids using their powers every night to help the insomniac demigods get some rest? Are there other powers they can have besides putting ppl to sleep and navigating the dreamscape? ‘Cause it seems like Nico can sorta do those things a bit as well. Is there anything specific Hypnos kids?

Sorry if I’m going on and on but I’m just so curious about this very underrated and vaguely-described cabin.

You have very valid questions that I don't have the answer to, lol. But I do agree with you that it seems inconsistent that chb is designed to train demigods to fight for their lives, yet some demigods just...don't? why wouldn't they at least train, you know, just in fucking case lmao. and also, i don't see why certain cabins are the butt of the joke either. i'd argue it's for the sake of the plot, something to pace the story by giving the reader a break when the tension is thick. but the demigods making fun of other demigods? like, come on now. y'all's life expectancy is way too low for y'all to make fun of each other :|

#answered

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tiredlilguy · 11 months

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omg would u do. vampire dazai x reader 👁️ u can decline this request since it technically falls as a AU :)

a/n: no need to worry! AU's that are easy to understand are fine with me :D hope u enjoy, anon!

pairing: Vampire!Dazai Osamu X GN!Reader cw: not proofread, suggestive//, mentions of blood desc: after a long day of working at the Agency, instead of coming home, you ran off to go meet your beloved in an abandoned building not too far from the city.

“ I’m off Kunikida!,” you waved at your blonde coworker as you had hurriedly walked out the door. You adjusted your messenger bag over your shoulder as you practically skipped out the door with a smile. Kunikida raised a brow at your chipper attitude, but ignored the thought, continuing to write up his report for the end of the day. You fidgeted with you bag, digging for a pair of keys as you walked over to your car that was parked on the street. You had been waiting for quite a while to see someone in particular, someone who you’d fallen in love with. Though you had to make sure that your meetings only happened every few days out of the month. This person that you were going to see… didn’t exactly want to be seen amongst the public. It wasn’t for the reason that they were a criminal, or that they’d simply never wanted to go outside… No, you were off to see your beloved partner, Dazai Osamu: a vampire.

You had made your way off to the outskirts of Yokohama, making sure that no one was following you. Your partner had sent you a letter mentioning how he’d missed you dearly, wanting to see your face again. Obviously, you obliged and were now headed towards the location where you were to meet him: an abandoned mansion just on the way out of the city.

On your way, you contemplated how you had even got into this situation in the first place. It all started off with an innocent job: trying to find out the source of certain animal and camper killings on the outskirts of the city… then finding out it wasn’t just a crazed bear or even a wolf… and then trying to cover up the story in your own way while also falling in love with the said perpetrator: Dazai.

Eventually, you made your way to the abandoned mansion that he called a home. You stepped out of the car and walked up to the old stone steps that were becoming entangled in vines, similar to it’s walls. You stared at the dark wooden doors for a moment before pushing them open, as they creaked under the pressure. The heels of your shoes hit the ground, making a clacking noise as you stepped inside with no fear in your eyes. Though, on the inside, you felt like your heart was beating out of your chest in excitement.

You were met with the inside of the mansion: rather dark and brooding. The interior being a pattern of black and white, but all the lights were off. “ Osamu?,” you called out into the void of the room. Suddenly, a gust of wind flew past you in a rush, but you did not flinch… even when a cold hand held your warm one: the other leaning you neck back as you felt a breathe on your neck. “ There you are, sweet angel” a rough, yet sweet voice dripped into your ears like honey. It was Dazai’s voice, that which made your chest swell up. He gently kissed your neck, making your shiver. He let out a soft hum as he felt your body react to his action. Once again, he left another kiss on your neck, and then another until it turned from soft pecks to open mouthed kisses. You hums turned into soft moans as he had only kissed deeper. You let out a gasp as he gently grazed his teeth over your neck, but had pulled back to prevent himself. “ So sensitive…,” he muttered, before turning you around in his arms,” I missed you.” “ I missed you too,” you muttered, putting a hand over your mouth, as you’d felt slightly embarrassed for letting out such noises. Dazai frowned, pulling your hand away from your face and gently caressing your face with his nimble fingers. You only looked up at him in awe as his face grew into a toothy grin, showing off the fang that had touched your neck. Eventually, he put a thumb on your button lip, opening your mouth slightly. He chuckled to himself, letting go of your face,” I’m getting a little hungry.” You blinked out of your daze and shook your head.

“ You can just take a bite if you really want,” you muttered, shoving the side of your collar out of the way. He smirked, nodding and then moved towards your lips. Your forehead was touching his as his red eyes looked into yours. It was almost as if he was asking for permission. Not wanting to wait any longer, you moved to connect your lips with his. He accepted, kissing back as you opened your mouth. While you were kissing, his hands moved to unbutton a couple buttons off your shirt. You let out a moan as his cold hands touched your skin. Tongues dancing, he broke the kiss and gently kissing up your jaw and down to your neck. He stopped himself again before kissing that spot gently once again. Despite his desperation and hunger, Dazai still tried to be gentle with you. You let out a whine and he knew you were growing impatient, so he grinned before opening his mouth: the fangs of his canines moving to sink into the skin of your neck. You let out a loud groan as Dazai had bit you. He watched as blood fell from your neck and he quickly sucked it up, though retracted his teeth to relieve you from your pain.

He pulled away, licking his lips. You seemed dazed once again as you watched him do so: your face feeling hot. “ That’s better…,” Dazai kissed your lips before looking at you. “ Yeah…,” was the only thing that came out of your mouth before you looked into his eyes, now filled with lust. “ Should we leave it at that, or can I feast on my lovely dessert,” he whispered close to your face. This time, you were the one to smirk,” Do with me what you want, ‘Samu…”

#bsd x rea #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #gender neutral reader #dazai osamu #mono writes

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merakiui · 2 years

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Yan twst camp au where Octavinelle are the lake Cryptids that drag campers and counselors under the water.

YES OMG AAAAA please don’t mind my ramblings!!! also, I know you said lake but!!

(cw: yandere, drowning/death, brief injury/blood descriptions, unhealthy behaviors, implied stalking)

Every place has its fair share of legends and rumors—fun gossip that gives a city or a town character. The small island you grew up on, which houses a population of just half of a thousand, isn’t exempt from scary stories ranging from underwater beasts to creatures that can take on the form of a human and hunt at night; the island has lots of stories like those and it capitalizes on them. After all, if you can’t see these beasts firsthand then a keychain of their silhouettes or a postcard of a poorly edited shadow on water’s surface are bound to do the trick. Tourists eat it up, especially those who claim to be monster hunters or fans of the unknown and mysterious. They’ve even started doing tours to various locations where supposed sightings and attacks have taken place.

You believe in every legend because, ironically enough, you witnessed them when you were young. It’s a foggy memory now, but you remember the fear and the churning water and the claws that dug into your ankles when you were yanked under. At the time, you were none the wiser when you foolishly accepted the dare to ‘summon the sea beast,’ as your friends called it. Looking back you realize they weren’t really your friends because they often made you prove your loyalty in (mostly) harmless rituals. And because you were so desperate to fit in with a cool group of kids, you agreed.

You were fifteen then and sneaking out of the house thirty minutes before midnight was, in your young self’s mind, the scariest, craziest, coolest thing you’d ever done. You fretted over the scolding you’d no doubt face should you get caught, but your excitement outweighed any fear; and so you made the ten minute bike ride down to the beach. Your friends were already there and they were all going on about the ritual and the witching hour and how this will make you ‘one of them.’ You thought it would be amazing when they finally accepted you. Then you’d be considered an equal and they wouldn’t treat you like their errand runner anymore. And all you had to do was play some silly game.

The first stone of unease settled deep in your gut when one of them brandished a knife and told you to make a cut along your palm. You faintly remember staring at him in disbelief, wondering how this would help at all, to which he explained that sea beasts are attracted to blood and if this particular sea beast liked the smell of your blood he’d most definitely show up. Even though you were against it, you didn’t want to look like a coward. So you snatched the knife and, squeezing your eyes shut, ran it along your palm. It wasn’t enough to draw blood; it was a mere scrape. Your friend had grabbed your wrist and you remember thinking he was so forceful about it before the blade sliced skin and blood bubbled to the surface. It stung; tears sprung in your eyes, but you willed yourself to stay calm.

After that, you had to do some stretching and run in front of them while they hyped you up as the lot of you awaited midnight. When midnight finally came, you were told to chant some words (you’re certain they made it up) before wading into the water and slicing your other palm open. “Be lucky you only have to do it twice,” someone had said when you complained. “We’d make you do it eight times, but there’s no time for that.” This time you were able to make the cut, but more blood came out than usual and you suddenly didn’t want to do this anymore. But just as you shoved your hand into the dark waters in hopes of washing the crimson off, your feet just barely touching the seabed and your friends cheering you on from the shore, something brushed against your leg.

You screamed. They laughed.

It’s just seaweed, you assured yourself, but you were whirling around in hopes of finding the culprit so that you could put your frazzled mind at ease.

Just as you were about to relax, frigid fingers wrapped around your ankle and you didn’t have any time to get another breath in before you were tugged under. The rest of that night is a hazy blur. You can recall your struggle as you thrashed in a monster’s grip. Briefly, you caught sight of something green and long—like a winding snake—and flashing teeth as sharp and serrated as a razor’s edge. You were certain you were going to drown. It was impossible to get out of this thing’s grasp and just when you thought you’d free yourself another pair of webbed hands had caught hold of you. Something thick winded around your waist and you were held in place for a moment. Eventually, your consciousness had fizzled out and things truly went dark.

When you awoke, you were on the shoreline and the moon was high in the inky sky. The cuts on your palms had closed up, healed into fading scars, but there were strange markings on your stomach and legs. Jagged, angry scrapes and the undeniable imprint of suckers from a tentacle. Your friends were nowhere to be found, and despite whatever had happened in the ocean you forced yourself onto wobbly legs, retrieved your bike, and walked back home. No one spoke about it the following day and you were threatened to keep quiet when your friends realized you weren’t dead as they had initially thought. You stopped hanging out with them after that.

Now you’re an adult and you’ve come to regard the memory as a cautionary tale of sorts. You have no problem sharing it with the kids at the camp you work at, who sit on the edge of their seats around a campfire, breath bated and s’mores-making put on temporary hold. Every summer for two months the island hosts something known as ‘marine camp.’ It’s really just two months of fun, water-based activities that are meant to foster companionship, teamwork, and kindness amongst the youth. It’s also good at teaching them valuable island skills, like how to fish, how to perform CPR, how to rescue someone who’s drowning, how to properly utilize a life ring, and so on. The campsite rests on a stretch of beach, with small, shack-like cabins dotting the sandy grounds. Beyond that, a thick line of trees stand tall, and past the greenery is the thin road that leads into town. It’s not entirely isolated—there are still some people who live nearby—but it’s a perfect getaway for those who want to tough the rugged, beachside wilderness.

Marine camp has always been fun for everyone. You’ve watched campers form friendships, you’ve listened to their own twisted versions of the island’s tales, and you’ve even made a few friends among your fellow counselors. It’s always a good time and you enjoy doing what you do.

It’s a few weeks into marine camp when a camper goes missing. No one knows where they are, but everyone is determined to find them. You’re especially worried. In all of your years as a camp counselor, you’ve never had to deal with this before. When a body is discovered on the shoreline the following morning, cold, stiff, and waterlogged, your worst fears are confirmed. It’s the missing camper. She was shy and didn’t really associate with many kids, but she was nice and loved to tell stories to the counselors. You remember her from last year’s marine camp. She was a good kid.

“How could this happen? She’s on the swim team, isn’t she?” one of your counselors had questioned, raking her hands through her windswept hair. “This makes no sense...”

You stared down at her, ignoring the chatter from the campers as they were led back to their cabins, and frowned. Her arms had faint scratches, as if something had halfheartedly struggled to hold her still under the water. The authorities are called shortly after that and they come down with questions. When the girl is taken away, everyone’s certain she drowned. You don’t quite believe it, but that’s the story they’ve decided on and you have no choice but to follow what the majority says.

Lunch is strained and tense; no one says much of anything. You realize, while in the middle of poking at the food on your plate, that she wasn’t wearing her locket when she washed ashore. She always wore it. Always.

It takes a week and a few days, but things slowly return to normal. The counselors offer their ears and shoulders should any camper need it. They’re desperately trying to go back to normal, but in your mind this is far from normal. This has never happened before. How can it possibly be an accident? How could she have just drowned? What really happened? The counselors tell you not to dwell on it. The police will handle any investigation should they suspect foul play.

And eventually you force the poor girl to the back of your mind in order to focus on camp activities.

The next incident is, thankfully, not as severe as the previous, but it rattles you all the same. You happened to peer out the window while preparing the tables for dinner when you spot one of the counselors wading out into the water to retrieve a ball for a group of campers. One minute he’s lifting the inflated thing, a proud grin on his face, and the next he’s disappeared under the water. You’re not sure what propels you into action, but you’re snatching up a fork and grabbing a life float as you rush out of the dining hall, across the beach, and into the water.

You see him wrapped up in something. A tail? Seaweed? Trash? But when you look closer you realize it’s a dark tentacle that’s connected to a half-human monster-creature-thing. When his head snaps up to meet your horrified stare, his glacial eyes blown wide with thrill, you react on pure instinct. The minute another tentacle wraps around your ankle, intending to drag you down with your friend, you grip the fork and, with as much force as you can muster, drive it into the thick muscle. It punctures it—thank the heavens the forks here are new and sharp and perfect for skewering—and he withdraws from you. The next thing you know, the water colors black and you’re breaching the surface with a gasp, your arms wrapped around the counselor as he hangs limply over the float. He’s unresponsive as you paddle the both of you back to the shore, your legs burning with the effort.

When you perform CPR and he coughs up seawater, you feel the unmistakable glower of a pair of icy eyes boring into your skull. But when you glance at the sparkling ocean reflecting the beautiful sunset, the waters have gone still and the feeling of being watched has vanished.

There are monsters out there. That’s what everyone’s started saying. No one wants to go in the water. And when you wake and find a familiar-looking locket on your bedside table, you realize these aren’t just monsters. They’re hunters—intelligent creatures that seem to only come out at night.

Maybe it’s because you’ve started dwelling on your past ever since the two attacks have happened. Maybe you want to end this madness once and for all. Maybe you want to find these monsters and make them pay for hurting two innocent people and stop them from hurting any other unfortunate souls. But when you stand at the water’s edge with a harpoon and a life vest snugly hugging your shivering frame, you’re met with something else entirely.

Under the silver glow of moonlight, a human male wades in the water and he’s beckoning you with inviting hand motions. Two other heads pop up in the water, mismatched eyes gleaming.

Your grip on the harpoon tightens.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #yandere octavinelle #aaaa summer concepts like this are always so fun #thank you for feeding me with this anon <3

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The Loud House oneshot request! “Tumble In The Jungle” = During a school trip to the jungle, Lincoln ends up lost thanks to Chandler and must team up with Sid to find his way back.

“You know, this kind of reminds me of a movie you know?”

“Sid, lots of movies involve jungles.”

“No no no, I mean getting lost in a jungle. But now that I think some more, I believe there was also a show, or maybe a movie but can’t name it at the moment.”

Lincoln sighs, pushing away the cuff of his hair out of his eyes, only to be meet with a large leaf he pushed away also.

It could have been days, hours, he’d honestly wasn’t sure since it seemed tree after tree would block any view of the skylight.

“Why does Chandler always be like this? It’s one thing to do simple pranks and name calling, but we could literally die out here.” Lincoln mumbles as he trudges on.

Sid walks behind him, looking around the vast nature around them, “Yeah it is pretty awful what he did to us, but I’m sure we can find the class campsite sometime.”

She looks over at Lincoln, whom just looks ahead with a blank look, “Lincoln?”

He quickly stops, Sid almost bumping into him, before sitting on a rock nearby one of the million same looking trees they’ve passed.

“I’m sorry you got wrapped in this Sid. I’m no survivor, heck, not even the skills and tips my sisters have could get me out of this. I got no talent what so ever….and now because of that we’re going to die out here.”

Sid frowns, sitting on an adjacent rock, “I won’t go that far. From what your sisters, Bonnie, and Ronnie Ann told me, you got some skills.” She looks up to hear some birds calling out in the air, “And I’m certain we’ll make it out of here. I’m the daughter of animal lovers remember? I’ll get us out of here in no time!”

With that she gets up, a smile upon her face as she uses every skill, ever survival book she’d ever read.

Animal markings, plant direction and clarification, climbing up trees to see any sign of…

“Lincoln! I see a trail of smoke a little ways from us! That could be the campsite!”

She quickly zooms down the tree, landing on the ground effortlessly as she grabs Lincoln’s hand and drags him over in the direction.

“Uh Sid, you sure that isn’t some forest fire or something?”

Sid shakes her head as she pushes away another big leaf, “No way, I’ve camped hundreds of times, and I know a campfire fire when I see one, heck, can’t you smell it?”

Lincoln sniffed the air, the closer they got, the more that, “Well, I smell something cooking.”

Sid laughs as they finally are in view, to see a bunch of campsite tents up, and campfire roasting some sort of meat.

“We did it!”

The two shout as they hug one another.

It didn’t take long for their teacher to come over and check them over.

They explained everything, Lincoln more so to the other students of Sid’s mad survivor skills, with it ending with Chandler being escorted to the teacher’s tent for a “talk”.

“Hey survivor partner!” Sid winks as she wraps an arm around him by surprise, “We should adventure around more often.”

Lincoln rolls his eyes playfully as he turns to her, “As fun as that may be…perhaps just ask your girlfriend to go with you next time, I’ll leave the surviving to you.”

Sid turns away with a slight blush, before grabbing her backpack from the other camper’s pile, and quickly texting Ronnie Ann about the whole thing.

#fandom #tumblr #writers on tumblr #tumbler #fanfiction #love #cartoon #the loud house #loud house #lincoln loud #oneshot #writing requests #inbox requests #fill my inbox #fandomstars33

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Alright, y’all wanted more t4t wolfstar cowboy AU so here we go! Here’s Part 1 if you haven’t read it. Gotta make up from yesterday so our prompts are gonna be blooming and camper. Is this a microfic anymore? I don’t know. @wolfstarmicrofic

Bloom

There is something to be said for the experience of becoming yourself, of watching all the other layers melt away until one day you catch a glimpse of yourself in a puddle or you laugh, actually laugh and you just think “oh, there you are. You were waiting inside of me all along.”

Since being at the ranch, Sirius had found himself blooming. Hard labour turning shoulders broad in a way that made his hips look more square, breasts not disappearing but slipping into pectoral muscle in a way that felt more like home. Somehow after years of dirt and mud, he was finally washing clean. He was finally breaking through.

Meanwhile, Remus was wilting. The strong confident stranger Sirius had seen on the horse that day seemed to be getting smaller and smaller and when he’d catch glimpses of Remus around the ranch, he was becoming more certain that it wasn’t Remus he was looking at; it was someone else. It was that name some of them still called him.

Sirius was in the middle of lugging another bag of feed into the barn when Remus came barrelling out of the main house, the door slamming behind him. Some of the ranch hands whistled at him as he went which only made him seethe more. He untied Terra from the fence and climbing over her back in one smooth motion before digging his heels in until she was galloping off in the distance.

Sirius dropped the heavy bag down onto the ground. “Give me a horse,” he said to James, another ranch hand and Remus’s friend, who was watching him go.

“What?” James said, turning back to him.

“Give me a horse. I need to go talk to him.”

Sirius watched the worry on James’s face replace itself with a smirk. “Okay city boy. You can have a horse.”

Sirius didn’t get what he was being so smart about. Riding a horse couldn’t be that hard. You just got on its back and went, right?

He was wrong. Sirius was so wrong. He was sure he’d never been more wrong in his whole life. He’d barely gotten onto the back of the horse before James was slapping its flank as it was galloping away at speeds Sirius couldn’t keep up with. Before he knew it was clinging desperately to the horse’s neck in a last ditch effort to not end up beneath its hooves.

“Woah!” A voice called and Sirius managed to just make out the blurred figure as Terra as she looped around Sirius’s horse until she slowed down enough for Sirius to let himself slide off and onto the ground with a thud.

He heard the heavy sound of Remus’s boots and then he was looming over him. His cowboy hat blocking out the sun.

“Are you okay?”

Sirius groaned. “Would you believe me if I told you I was coming to save you?”

Remus laughed but it was a hollow sound and died out quickly. He sighed deeply and flopped down onto the grass next to Sirius. “Why is it so hard for them? They say they get it but I don’t really think they’re trying. I keep telling them about the ranch hands who won’t call me the right name, who won’t listen to me and they just shrug it off like they can’t do anything about it. They own the damn farm. They pay their wages. Sometimes I just want to go somewhere else. Somewhere I can be myself.”

Sirius squinted up at the clouds, shielding his eyes with his hand. “If you do choose to run away may I recommend taking a car that actually works.”

“Sorry,” Remus mumbled.

“Don’t say sorry. It’s shit that my parents didn’t get me at all and it’s shit that your parents have given you the bare minimum. Just cause it hurts differently doesn’t mean the hurt means any less. It’s shit that we have to leave anywhere to be who we are.”

Remus was silent for a long time. Sirius was okay with that. He knew sometimes there are things you can’t say out loud because then they will be real. You can’t say them because they’re too heavy and once they’re finally out in the world you can’t stop them from breaking you anymore. Sometimes you have to hold it together because you can’t afford to fall apart.

“I think we should go camping.”

“Camping?” Sirius asked. He’d never been before but then again he seemed to be doing a lot of things he hadn’t done before lately.

“There’s this pasture we take the cattle out to sometimes. No light pollution. No roads. No nothing. It’s like the world doesn’t exist out there. Like it can’t touch me.”

Sirius thought that the field by the road where Remus had found him might be another one of those places. Another place where Remus could let himself bloom and he’d give anything to see all of Remus’s petals in their full glory again. After all, flowers can’t just grow anywhere. They need the right environment. They need the right kind of care. They need the right kind of people to care for them.

“Yeah,” Sirius said. “Let’s go camping.” If this place was the right kind of soil for Remus he’d take him there. He only had to hope he could be the right kind of water, a gentle touch, a bit of sunlight, to help him through the drought, to help him remember what it feels like to grow again. To help him look in the mirror and finally see a whole damned garden. After all, everyone deserves the chance to sprout into something new.

#wolfstar #wolfstarmicrofic #t4t #t4t wolfstar #t4t cowboys #wolfstar fic

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the-pjo-analyst · 2 years

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Chapter 8 - We Capture a Flag

Theme of the day: Hidden motives

The most mild chapter title so far lolol.

Let’s start with Percy’s hidden motive: bringing his mother back from the underworld. At this point, Percy assumes that his mom died in the Minotaur attack and based on his mythological knowledge, knows that spirits can be brought back from the dead by going to the underworld and physically getting them back to the land of the living. I haven’t really touched on Percy’s grief, but we also only get small moments on it: his brief grieving after he wakes up in the Big House (when he’s like the whole world should be black and cold nothing should look beautiful 😭), his small toast to her with a blue drink, even his whole plan to go to the underworld is likely denial or bargaining. Tbh Percy hasn’t been given a lot of time to really process Sally’s apparent death since he’s been going from one thing to the next in the few days after it happened. But I think since he found a small ray of hope like... an hour after waking up at camp, he grabbed onto that and isn’t letting go anytime soon. What else is a child supposed to do after losing their parent? He’s certainly not given the guidance he’d need as someone who’s recently experienced that kind of loss either.

Compared to Percy or the other characters with hidden motives, Annabeth’s isn’t that extreme lol. After capture the flag, Percy finds out that Annabeth put him on border patrol to draw Clarisse’s attention, knowing she’d go after him bc of her hurt pride. And it went all according to keikaku. This might be far off, but I’ve been wondering if Annabeth had inklings that Percy is specifically a child of Poseidon? When she has that confirmation, she doesn’t really finish her thought of “I didn’t want...” so maybe it’s possible? Like “I didn’t want it to be true that you’re Poseidon’s kid, I assumed it would be Zeus bc he’s already has a strike. Having one god of the Big Three break the pact is bad enough” kind of thing? Could be another reason to put Percy on border patrol since it’s by the creek and she could possibly test out her theory? Again this might be a bit of a stretch 😂

Speaking of Poseidon, claiming Percy at the moment he did just screams hidden motives. Or maybe it’s a secret’s out might as well lol. Imagine Poseidon just chilling in his underwater palace and being like whelp the jig is up ig ahaha. But anyway, I think this was addressed later in the book? That Poseidon is accused of using Percy as a tool? Like he chose that moment instead of anytime earlier because he needed Percy to go on the quest for the master bolt. Maybe it’s a bit of both options lol.

While not revealed yet, Luke also has hidden motives as an agent of Kronos. So far the only indication that something is amiss is Chiron stating that someone from camp summoned the hellhound, when they’re not supposed to be in the camp’s forest. I can remember if he did anything else besides the obvious stealing of a certain lightning bolt and shadow helm and blaming it on Percy lmao. I’ve already talked a little about Luke’s reasons for being Kronos’s agent in my previous chapter post and I don’t have that much to add to it probably until the last chapter lol. So I’ll hold off on it.

Shout out to the characters without hidden motives like Grover who really wants to be a searcher! Clarisse who just wants to beat up Percy 😂 All the campers who only wanted to have a good game of capture the flag and have their side win without all this hellhound-Big Three-child-claiming nonsense haha. Also Annabeth because her main goal rn is going on a quest.

Small things:

Luke being a good mentor makes me go hnnnnngggg

GROVER’S SHADE AT ZEUS THAT HAVING AFFAIRS IS HIS JOB NOT HERA’S SJDFHSDFJ

Oh dear Percy’s already feeling inferior of Thalia and she’s a tree rn

Previous: Chapter 7 - My Dinner Goes Up in Smoke

Next: Chapter 9 - I Am Offered a Quest

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #luke castellan #poseidon #grover underwood #clarisse la rue #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #the lightning thief #tlt analysis #pjo meta #pjo analysis

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At Death's Door, Chapter 15

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: mentions of death, depiction of corpses.

The smell in the cave was nearly enough to make her vomit. The stale, musty air mixed with the smell of decay, the stench of the corpses that were a combination of man and animal alike. If she had anything in her stomach left to give up, she would have thrown up into the corner. But the smell only continued on in a nauseating fashion, pushing her between an exhausted babble and a frenzied need to escape.

“It’s all your fault!”

“WHY WOULDN’T YOU HELP ME?”

“DON’T LEAVE US!”

“Hannah!”

“I-it wasn’t my fault!” she began, trying to argue with the mass of rotting and decomposing flesh, “I didn’t do this!”

Behind her she could hear the echoes of screaming from the deeper caverns. She didn’t know if it was a man or a woman, but it didn’t matter.

The echoes began to feel like a piercing shriek, until finally her hands were reaching up to her ears and she was begging for it to stop.

“HANNAH!”

“Stop…”she begged, “please stop!”

“HANNAH!”

“I’m sorry!” she cried, “I’m so sorry!”

“Hannah!”

Hannah shot up from her spot in the back seat. Her eyes were wild as she tried to focus on the current surroundings.

It was nothing like her dreams.

She wasn’t in the cave that she’d been stuck in with those campers and the Wendigo.

She wasn’t staring at the cold lifeless bodies that had seemingly become reanimated enough only to blame her for their deaths.

She was with Sam, Dahlia, and Dean.

“Wh-where are we?” she asked groggily.

“Are you okay?” Dahlia asked, avoiding the first question. She went to reach out to the younger woman, but Hannah retracted from her touch.

“Where are we?” she repeated.

“Ohio!” Dean began, his gruff voice cutting through the hair metal band that was playing in the background, “got a case…”

“I-I thought we were going back to the hotel after th-“

“Case came through first,” Dahlia shrugged, bringing the attention back towards her, “you were passed out so we grabbed your stuff and let you sleep!”

“You should have woken me up!”

“You and Sammy haven’t been sleeping, Han,” Dean said quickly, “me and Dahl here agreed to let the two of you sleep if you fall asleep.”

“Jerks.”

“Assholes.”

Hannah’s eyes met Sams, and the two shared a small smile.

“We were going to get a hotel and get settled in while the boys check up on the family,” Dahlia said quickly, breaking the moment of solidarity between herself and Sam, “we can scour the neighborhood and see if anything else like this has happened while the-“

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” she spat, glaring at her, “I’ll scour the town…you research from our hotel room.”

The two brothers gave one another a look, but said nothing to argue with the women.

“Fine,” Dahlia shrugged, “but if anyone finds anything we call each other. Immediately.”

“Agreed!” Dean replied, shooting Sam and Hannah a look, “no one gets to go rogue cowboy on any of this.”

“Dahlia…”

Dahlia stood from the bed, surprised to see Death standing in front of her. She hadn’t noticed that her ring had begun to glow from the night table.

“De-death…”

“You’re disappointing me greatly, niece.”

“I’ve been keeping up on what i-“

“You should not be here!” he said simply, cutting her off, “you should not be anywhere near here.”

“What’s going on?”

“I cannot protect Hannah and yourself against certain things in this world,” he said firmly, “and this…this is one of those things. I know of the price that one must pay once they cross her…”

“Her?”

“You need to stay out of her way!” he replied, “Make sure that you and Hannah do not get in her way.”

“Why?”

“Because her power comes from the guilt of another’s death,” he answered honestly, “and the two of you have that on your souls. I cannot hide that from her, not even with your ring.”

“Then why are you here?”

“He’s been following you…” he replied, “at first, he sent you on a mission, but what you didn’t see is that he’d been following all of you since Manitoc. It is time that you split off, niece. Your journey in this world takes a direction that is different from The Winchesters. You have served your purpose to them. Take Hannah away from here, before the lines are crossed beyond a point from which you can come back.”

And just as she was about to respond, he was gone. She took a deep breath and looked around the room, searching for any additional answers to the questions that she’d had.

Until a short double buzzing noise interrupted her thoughts. It happened again, and she followed the sound of the noise, stopping when it led her back to the bed. With a third and final time, she pinpointed that it came from the bedside drawer.

Opening the drawer she saw a simple burner phone. The outside of it was lit up, the bright light that read ‘3 unread messages’ contrasting with the simple black design. Flipping it open, she saw that the number wasn’t saved.

‘Diner down the road.’

’15 minutes’

‘If you’re late, I’m gone.’

Backing out of the messages she put the phone in her back pocket and made her way towards the room’s door.

She was supposed to be looking up any type of information that could help out with the case, but something in her gut told her that this was far more important. Rushing towards the diner, she pulled out the phone when it buzzed again.

‘Corner table, by the kitchen entrance.’

The doors chimed above her, reminding her that she was in a public space. In the corner of the diner she could see a man dressed in all black. He wore an equally dark baseball cap that was shielding his face from view, but somehow it was like an alarm bell went off in her head.

She knew exactly who it was.

Her suspicions were only confirmed when she paused in front of the table. She felt like her breath stole away in her throat, “John…”

He smiled up at her as he held the coffee mug between two hands, “hey Dahl…”

“You’re following me…”

“Sit down, sweetheart…we’ve got a lot to talk about.”

Chapter 16

#supernatural #at death's door #dean winchester #sam winchester #angels #demons

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