#Also once had the nightmare of going camping

[a-timely-problem]

Nightmares are interesting. BC my sister has those stereotypical ones with monsters and stuff. I've never had those. Instead I've dreamed that I said something mean to my old art teacher last night, which meant that she was mad at me and proceeded to wake up, drenched in sweat and feeling terrible

[drdarine]

BBC News

Israel says it will expand its offensive across most of Gaza

AFP A Palestinian woman holding a child lines up for a hot meal at a food distribution point at the Nuseirat refugee camp in central Gaza.AFP

Israel's defence minister has announced its military will soon "vigorously" expand its offensive throughout most of Gaza.

Israel Katz also said the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) had completed the takeover of a "security zone" in the southern part of the Gaza Strip, separating the cities of Rafah and Khan Younis.

Israel's military also issued evacuation orders for Khan Younis and its surrounding areas, saying it was preparing to carry out strikes in response to the launch of projectiles from Gaza, which Hamas has claimed responsibility for.

Israel resumed its offensive against Hamas on 18 March following the collapse of a two-month ceasefire.

Since then, it has seized large areas of Gaza, displacing hundreds of thousands of Gazans once more.

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Where do we go from here?

I'm running on empty, no money, no strength, no will to keep pretending I’m okay.

Everything feels heavy, like I'm trapped in a nightmare I can't wake up from.

When does it end?

I just want to open my eyes and find peace… even just for a moment.

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In these harrowing moments, Jabalia Refugee Camp is under relentless assault. Israeli military tanks and aircraft are bombing the area of Sala Mazaya and Riyadh Al-Salihin, where our family home stands. A place once filled with beautiful memories is now a scene of destruction. They are not only demolishing the walls and stones, but also our dreams, our childhood, and every joyful moment we've ever had.

My relatives and neighbors are trapped inside their homes, unable to escape. They are pleading for help from the Red Cross, but no one can reach them because the army is everywhere, and the streets are soaked in blood and littered with bodies. The sky is dark, lit by the flames of warplanes circling above. These drones are hunting anything that moves, even in the narrow alleys.

I spoke to my loved ones, and fear echoed in their voices as if they were saying their final goodbyes. They are speaking from beneath the shadow of death, from the heart of this nightmare, and you now have the chance to witness death through the eyes of the victims. The sound of explosions is deafening, the sky is an orange blaze, and the chaos feels like the edge of the apocalypse. Women and children roam the streets, unsure where to go, their eyes filled with despair and terror.

This crime being committed against our people is a crime against humanity, against all of our feelings and dreams. We are not just numbers or names on a screen. We are people with hopes, emotions, and a longing for a dignified life.

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[at-this-point-i-dont-even-know]

Always and Forever

Jack Abbot x Reader

About: Jack Abbot lost his wife in the war, and her memory haunts him for six years, three months and twenty four days.

Warnings: I don't know anything medical or anything military so everything is just a guess , this also might get angsty

part two

Six years, three months and twenty four days.

That was how long Jack had been considered a widower.

Six Years, three months and twenty four days since he kissed his wife goodbye and put you on a helicopter never to see you again.

And every night, for those six years, three months and twenty four days, he has woken from the same nightmare.

He’s standing in the desert, the camp behind him as he waves his wife off, your face smiling down at him from the open door as you yell out something he can’t quite hear. He smiles up at you and then turns his back, just slightly, for a half a moment to talk to someone whose face he no longer remembers, and then the blast forces him onto his back, his face burning from the explosion and the helicopter he had just put you on is alight in the air. Your screams cut through the ringing in his ears as he tries to crawl to the rubble falling from the sky. Trying to get to you as you fall, gracefully and lightly to the ground. A dead weight against the world as he finally gets to you, your face and body burnt beyond any recognition.

Every night he would wake screaming from the dream, his hands clutching the sheets and his breath ragged as he tried to pull himself back to reality.

A reality that didn’t have you in it.

He hadn’t been there the moment you died, no one had, your helicopter had gone down over enemy territory after a routine day. There were no survivors and no opportunity to retrieve your body. 

So every day Jack got out of bed, poured a strong cup of coffee with equal amounts of coffee, sugar and milk, before turning on his police scanner and doing the work outs given to him by his physical therapist. Every day he goes through the motions, eating, drinking, chatting to friends, talking to his therapist, helping in the ER and every single day he is reminded that you are gone.

He moved to Pittsburg once he had been honourably discharged a year after your death and after his reckless actions had cost him his foot. Before Pittsburgh, your home had been an army issued backpack and whatever tent you both collapsed in after performing surgery for 23 hours straight in a makeshift hospital. Your address in the States had been a house in Arizona that you both had put all your life savings into, bought without seeing and sold before either of you had moved in a single box. You were gone before the ink had dried and Jack couldn’t go there without you, so it had gone back on the market and he had moved to Pittsburgh at the insistence of your sister, a woman so much your polar opposite he could not believe you were related let alone see you in her.

Emery Walsh was a force to be reckoned with, and while she may never forgive Jack for talking you into another tour (in her opinion, you were going to go no matter what your husband decided), she had taken one look at him at your gravesite, an empty coffin below his feet, an empty wine bottle in his hands and moved him to her city. Got him a job in the Emergency Room, where she could keep an eye on him without hovering. 

And the days went by.

Six years, three months and twenty four days to be exact.

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It was a better day than most when everything changed.

Jack had been rostered on the day shift, which he was starting to think wasn’t as bad as he had originally thought. His friend Dr Michael Robinavitch had brought him a coffee and the Nurse Dana manning the ship it was easy to fall into a comfortable banter with his colleagues. 

“I don’t know how you can drink that stuff!” Dana quipped, as she scrunched her nose at Jack's coffee order, and sipped her own black coffee.

“It brings me joy- which is a good thing i’ve been told.” he laughed as she rolled her eyes.

“If you keep seeking joy, people are going to think you’re more than a grump.”

“Who called me a grump? I am a pocket full of freaking sunshine!” he said, as dryly as possible.

“Sure-” Dana said before her next words were swallowed up by an incoming emergency. 

And the day continued on, Jack was working on a teenager with too many bullet holes in his chest to survive, when Walsh slammed her way into the Emergency Room, it was her day off so instead of the surgery scrubs she normally wore she was in jeans and a fluffy jumper.

A joke about her outfit was on Jack's tongue when it faded away the moment he caught her face.

Emery Walsh was a stone cold bitch, with a face that normally gives nothing away as she deals with life's challenges. 

Jack keenly remembered her face on the day of your funeral, dressed in Military garb she had remained stoic beside your parents, she had made an emotionless speech about your character with no stories of your shared youth and when your empty coffin had been put in the ground she had simply walked away. 

Jack had never quite forgiven her for that, but on the other side of that argument, who was he to judge, you died, he drank and then marched head first into a firefight with no backup and no worries for his own safety. It was Walsh’s unit that had pulled him out, screamed at him and then Walsh had taken leave of her own tour to stay by his bedside, not for emotional support but by some kind of twisted familiar duty for her sister.

But today, her face is white, and her eyes bloodshot red as she scanned the ER, her hands wringing as she fidgeted on the spot.

Jack moved towards her, ripping off his bloodied gloves and apron and yelling at someone else to help the kid, and grabbed her by the shoulder pulling her attention to him.

“What's wrong?” His voice is commanding, military, which pulls Walsh a little bit back to herself.

“I need Robby, now.” She says, each word an effort.

“Emery-”

“I need Robby- not you!” she hissed before turning on her heels and marching to another end of the ER.

“Dana?” Jack called out as the Charge Nurse rounded a corner.

“Yes?”

“Where’s Sad Boy?” The nickname had stuck months after the Pittfest Shooting much to Robby’s disgust. 

“Ambulance Bay- I think he’s trying to get some second hand smoke.” she laughed as she wandered away. 

It was a running joke, Robby trying to quit smoking, every couple of months he goes a few weeks before giving into the temptation. Jack always thought it was the biggest joke in the medical world, the fact that so many doctors, who all know the risks, still smoke so much. But who was he to judge, he ends most of his shifts at the edge of the roof. 

“Marsh!” the brunette turned to him, her eyes wide and her hands still shaking, “Ambulance bay!”

He wanted to follow her, to find out what had made the woman so shaken up but as he stepped forward he was bowled over by Dana who called him over to the incoming trauma.

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It was almost an hour before he was finally back into the bullpen and away from any patients. 

Jack couldn't get the picture of Emery’s pale face and shaking hands out of his mind the whole time he coded his last patient, he didn’t even celebrate the small moment when they came back to the world of the living, instead briskly walking away leaving one of the residents to tell the family the good news. 

As he walked past Dana’s desk, he couldn't locate the charge nurse, Robby or Walsh. 

Where is everyone he thought to himself as he looked subtly behind curtains.

He wandered through the ER, nodding to people and stopping to ask some where Robby or Dana was but everyone was none the wiser.

He was starting to get frustrated, it was unusual for both leaders of the ER to disappear at the same time, normally they take turns having little meltdowns. 

As he headed towards the peds room he finally stopped the Charge Nurse. Dana was leaning against the door and typing quickly on her mobile.

“Hey! Have you seen Robby or Walsh?” 

The nurse looked up, like a deer in headlights, she went immediately ridged and stood between him and the door.

“He’s busy, can you man the front?” she asks, gently trying to push him back but he pushes his heels in.

“Dana? Where is Robby?”

She flicked her eyes between him and the shut door behind her.

“Please Jack- Go back out the front.”

“Why?”

“Jack-”

“What's going on Dana?”

“Sweetheart, I need you to go back out there.”

Icy filled his veins and suddenly he felt like he was back in the desert, having the worst news delivered to him by a patchy radio and uncaring radio operator who didn’t know who they were talking to on the other end. Whatever was behind that door was enough to have Dana calling him a pet name, and her eyes almost brimming with tears. 

He gently moved her to the side and slammed the door open to peds. 

The sight before him stopped him in his tracks. 

Robby and Emery stood over a bed, Robby putting in an IV line while Emery sat on a stool holding the hand tight of the person in the bed. 

“Who-” he whispered before taking one further step into the room and Robby turned to look at him. The attending eyes are wide and filled with emotion as he realises who walked into the door but Jack couldn’t look at him further. 

Jack felt his knees buckle as he took in the patient in the bed.

Pale and sleeping with a ragged breathing pattern, covered in black and blue bruises and a scar now running from brow to lip but he would know that face anywhere.

Jack Abbot had been a widower for six years, three months and twenty four days.

But it was you.

You were there, in the bed.

Alive.

“What the fuck-” he whispered before his knees gave out and darkness took over.

[hitomisuzuya]

one odd way scaramouche says i love you. fluffy fluff fluff. soft but grumpy scara. fatui!scaramouche x fem!reader.

i'll link part one under a cut at the end, but i suddenly got an idea for a part two. so here is some fluff instead, i have had a few asking me when i would write fluff<3

scaramouche hovers around the fatui medical support assigned to the area he was in. he knew he could've had dottore look you over, but he really, really didn't want that man touching you.

with narrowed eyes, he accepted their assessment, and carried you still fast asleep back to camp. you were very injured, but no broken bones. bed rest was ordered for you for the next few weeks.

he was going to spend the night here in camp with you, then take you back one of the rather expensive safe houses pantalone invested in where he would oversee your recovery.

scaramouche sighs as he sets you down on the bed in his camp. "you are all banged up," he scoffs quietly, fluffing some pillows around and tucking you in under some blankets. "i don't like it when people break my toys."

for hours he sat, occasionally reading a novel before nodding off himself without noticing. he immediately snaps awake hearing the blankets rustle as you stir awake.

"sc-scara?" your voice cracks for a moment, weak and pain tinged. but there was also something else in your voice. something that shakes.

"did you have a nightmare?" he asks, frozen for a moment as he watches you. he is waiting for you to move first so that he knows how to handle it.

scaramouche is incredibly particular when it comes to you.

you shook your head, a soft sound of pain coming from you as you gingerly move yourself across the bed closer to him. "no, i didn't," you didn't get very far on the bed, having to stop because of the pain.

but, you didn't seem to want to let pain deter you.

he almost winces watching you. you are the one in pain, but it was painful for him to watch you. "stop," he barks softly, sighing as he reaches for a bottle on the dresser. "if you insist moving, take a little bit of this," he tips the cup to your lips, "the doctor on call gave it to me to give you for pain. take half of it now. it will make you sleepy."

you make a face as you drink the gross tasting liquid. once you swallow it, you close the small gap between you and him on the bed as haziness sets in, ebbing away your pain. he catches you before you fall back down onto the bed, steadying you against him.

"you weren't going to be satisfied until you were here, were you?" laying down to accommodate you comfortably, he puts an arm around you as you curl up against his side. "i told you to stop moving, didn't i?" he glares down at you for a moment, "don't make me make it an order. i don't like it when someone breaks my toys."

"huh?" you stare up at him, confused for a moment. you thought you may have heard him say that whenever you were coming to earlier. his breath hitches quietly in his throat as tears suddenly well into your eyes.

"stop that," he is frozen again. "i hate it when you do this," he says this with evident distaste in his voice as he catches one of your tears on his finger, "if you had a nightmare, quit beating around the bush and just tell me."

"no," you sniffle softly, burying your face in his shirt for a moment. "i was scared. so scared i wasn't going to see you again," the tears starts to fall more, and scaramouche starts to get anxious about it. whenever he gets anxious, he gets a bit snappy. but don't hold it against him. he is just concerned.

"then why did you put yourself through that? you could've easily just left them all, and come back to me," he tilts your head up to look at him. "answer me."

your lower lip trembles for a moment. your hand folds over a chunk of fabric on his shirt, clinging to him. "i couldn't have done that. it would've been wrong," you swipe some tears away.

"wrong?" scaramouche scoffs, "why? you could've died. you got all fucked up, and for what? just to save their pitiful lives? you gave them the choice that should've been yours alone. and now look were it got you. a pathetic, crumbled heap on your superior's bed."

you are quiet for a moment, soft sobs shaking your shoulders.

"i can confidently say they wouldn't do the same for you," it was a cold, rational, and logical answer. but one he knew for certain.

you stood your ground though. "yeah, but at least they are alive and able to make that decision for themselves."

scaramouche's jaw almost dropped. he really didn't understand you sometimes. your answer completely blindsided him. you really are something else. you never cease to amaze him.

even now he can see you struggling to fight drowsiness just to stay up and be with him.

"how foolish," he hisses, carding his fingers through your hair. "i don't like it when people break my toys. and you, you are one i don't want to replace."

you cock your head again, confused by his words. sometimes, more often than not, you have to listen carefully to what he says. then sudden realization sets in.

"scara? did you just say that you love me?" the world fades to static around you as you lift your head, heart poundinf in your chest. you wait, holding your breath and it doesn't take long for scaramouche to react.

scaramouche grits his teeth, looking away as a blush dusts his cheeks. "quiet you," he gently pushes your head back down on his chest.

"oh my gosh, you are saying that," you exclaim, a burst of pain shooting through you from your sudden burst of excitement as you lift your head again. "you are. i love you too, scara. i love you so much."

"i said quiet you," he gently rests your head back on his chest. "and i said to stop moving didn't i? fuck," to cover up how flustered he feels, he grabs your medicine cup again. "take the rest of this and calm down. you can barely stay awake."

he is right. the medicine he gave you is making your head feel fuzzy, and you didn't realize how much you were struggling to keep your eyes open. trying not to make a face, you finish your medicine. "will you be here when i wake up?"

"mhm," he mumbles, making sure you are comfortable cuddled against him before you fell asleep. once he sure you are asleep, he presses a kiss on the top of your head, his arms tightening around you for a moment. "yes, my girl, that is what i said," he whispers.

he was hardly going to leave your side unless he has to leave and get you something. and you certainly weren't going out on any missions any time soon, even after you have recovered. and if you did, he is going with you.

he can't have you making brash and stupid decisions like that again.

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part one.

[alotofpockets]

Nightmares again? | Aitana Bonmati x Reader

5k celebration prompt: "Nightmares again?"

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.3k

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Nightmares were one of your biggest enemies. They came and went whenever they pleased, not once had you been able to pinpoint what caused them. There was only one thing you knew for certain with them, and that was that Aitana would always be able to help you fall asleep again, no matter how bad they were.

It was just your luck, of course, that they decided to haunt your nights again while your girlfriend was away on national camp. It wasn’t until Aitana had been away for a week until you had your first bad nightmare. You had woken up scared in the middle of the night, and had reached out for Aitana on instinct. 

However, the bed beside you had been empty. The realisation dawns on you instantly. Aitana wasn’t there to help you fall back asleep. You laid in bed for hours, twisting and turning, until eventually you fell back asleep.

The next few days the same thing happened almost as if your night was on loop. It took every bit of energy you had left to go into work and help customers. You owned a cafe with your older sister, it had been your dream growing up and now it was a booming business in the middle of Barcelona. 

You tried to hide your tiredness behind more cups of coffee while at work, but you could feel your sister’s eyes on you, so you knew that she was aware that something was up. You didn’t want to bother her with it of course. Besides not wanting to bother your sister with your troubles, you also didn’t let Aitana know. Her schedule was jam-packed and you didn’t want to worry her.

Despite your lack of sleep and therefore energy, you couldn’t stay away from the stadium, usually you would drive but you thought it was best to take a taxi this time around. You found yourself in a bustling stadium, surrounded by excited fans, just sitting there and staring out in front of you.

To be completely honest, after the warm ups where Aitana spotted you and waved your way happily, the rest of the game had been a blur. You clapped when the people around you cheered, but not even the score was registering. 

After the match, you made your way to the family section. Along the way you got a coffee to help get your energy levels up. It would still be a couple of days until Aitana would get back home, and you wanted her to be able to finish camp without having to worry about you.

When Aitana found you in the room amongst the rest of the family and friends, she rushed your way and into your arms. Her hug was exactly the comfort that you needed, you sank into it, hoping to soak it up as much as possible.

Aitana studied your face, but if she noticed anything, she didn’t mention it. She took you to the side and sat down on one of the benches. “I’ve missed you, Tana.” She takes your hand in hers and gives it a loving squeeze, “I’ve missed you too.”

With the promise of seeing each other soon, you have to part ways again. 

You dragged yourself to the cafe again, the familiar smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. The tell tale sign that your sister had gotten in before you did and had started the first pot of the day. 

The morning went alright, you already being a few cups of coffee in, but you knew your facade was slipping when your sister kept eying you. “You need to go home.” She finally says.

“I’m fine.” You reply instantly, even though you knew that you were far from okay. “Go home, that’s an order.” She said sternly. You knew that with that tone, there would be no arguing. Her say was final. 

Once you had grabbed your things, you walked past your sister. “Call me if you need any help with the lunch rush.” She shook her head, “I will not be calling you, no matter how busy it gets. Now get out of here and get some rest.” You rolled your eyes and followed her orders.

A few hours later, Aitana walks into the cafe, knowing you’re on shift for today. She hadn’t bothered coming home first, she wanted to see you right away. After a quick look around the store, she only saw your sister. “Hey, is she in the back?” Aitana asked, already putting her bag behind the counter and ready to head through the doors.

“No, I sent her home.” Your sister replied while putting away the rest of the mugs she had been drying off. “Why? Is she okay?” 

“She looked exhausted, barely made it through the morning shift.” Aitana cursed herself for not saying anything back at the game. She hadn’t wanted to bring too much attention to it as you were in a room full of people, but she had noticed that you weren’t yourself.

“Anyway she can take the next few days off? I wanna make sure she’s doing alright and getting her rest in.” Your sister nodded instantly. “Yeah of course, as long as she needs it. Take care of her, Aita.” Aitana thanked her and with a quick hug, she was out the door and on her way home.

When she arrived at your shared home and found you fast asleep on the couch with a blanket pulled over your body, she softly sat down her bag and made her way over to the kitchen. She looked around to see if the ingredients to your favourite meal were there, and once she had found them all, she got to work.

You were a bit disoriented when you woke up. Falling asleep on the couch had you looking around the room confused, but then when you smelled food, you really thought you might still be asleep. 

“Tana?” You called out. The next second you hear footsteps in the kitchen. “Perfect timing! I was just done with dinner.” You were still confused at what was going on, but luckily your girlfriend quickly made her way over to you and explained.

“I went by the cafe, but your sister told me she sent you home. When I got here, you were asleep, so I didn’t want to wake you.” She sat down next to you and pulled you in for a hug. “Nightmares again?”

“Yeah, for about two weeks now.” You fall into Aitana’s comforting arms. “I’m sorry, mi amor. I should’ve done something to help when I noticed something was off at the match.” With a shake of your head you told her not to be. “I wanted you to keep your focus on your work. You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

“Come on, let’s have some dinner.” She took you to the kitchen and sat you down at the table while she plated the food.

“Let’s get away for a couple of days to recharge, just you and me. Maybe by the beach?” She suggested. Your brows furrowed slightly. “We can’t Tana, we both have work.” Aitana shook her head with a smile. 

“I’ve got that part all figured out. You have time off until you’re feeling more rested and I was able to take a couple days off. ” You had no idea that Aitana had thought so deeply into this, and felt very loved that she went to such lengths to help you. 

“It sounds lovely, but I don’t think I have the energy to plan anything.” Aitana stood up and kissed your forehead. “That’s okay, I’ll plan and pack. We can leave tomorrow and just have a couple days of rest.”

Even while you knew that Aitana had a busy few weeks, she didn’t let you help with anything. Not the planning and not the dishes. She said your job was to lay down and relax until she got everything figured out. So you did, with your head in her lap while she booked your trip.

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𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢, 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐬 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫…

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Shuhei Hisagi, Hirako Shinji, Kurosaki Ichigo

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hello !! I hope you’re having a wonderful day (⌒‿⌒) may I request headcanons of Shuhei, Yumichika, and Shinji with an s/o that’s Kenpachi’s daughter? Maybe with some gap moe where she has a similar aggressive fighting style as Kenpachi then is very sweet and happy-go-lucky (like Yachiru!!)

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I just love how all the Captains are getting a chance to have a daughter who practically scares all the other subordinates >.< Since I don’t write for Yumichika, I swapped him with Ichigo (cuz it’s also fun giving him stress with anything Kenpachi) Thanks for thr request!!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Shuhei Hisagi

˚₊‧꒰ა Hisagi had absolutely not a clue you were Zaraki’s daughter the first time he met you, he just knew there was something crazy, dangerous and magnetic about you, and he really shouldn’t be drawn to but absolutely was.

˚₊‧꒰ა You caught him staring when you passed him in the Seireitei gardens and shot him a grin that showed slightly too sharp teeth and zero shame, sending his brain somewhere north of useless.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he finally learned who your father was, it was from Ikkaku, who very kindly slapped the back of Hisagi’s head and muttered, “Oi, you’re sniffin’ round Zaraki’s kid, mate. Best have a bloody will ready.”

˚₊‧꒰ა That was the moment he immediately considered getting his affairs in order but realised he’d rather die than give up a chance to be near you.

˚₊‧꒰ა The first date was a mess, and he still got dragged into it; you insisted on sparring for fun, and the two of you ended up in a crumbling training yard, bruised and laughing

˚₊‧꒰ა “You know,” you called, wiping some dirt from your cheek with the back of your hand, “if you’re gonna fall for me, you better keep up.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He found it absolutely thrilling that you thought fighting was flirting and somehow adapted faster than anyone expected, even you

˚₊‧꒰ა You stole his sake once during a late night drinking session at his division and refused to give it back unless he could wrestle it off you; you won, and he still claims he let you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Other times, he would wake up to find you sprawled across his bed, limbs thrown wide like you owned it, his uniform shirt hanging off one shoulder because you tore it sometime during the night.

˚₊‧꒰ა You teased him mercilessly about his tattoo, asking if you could give him a few more “battle marks” of your own and then cackled when he flushed when you dragged your fingers halfway down his chest to show where you want to plant them.

˚₊‧꒰ა Hisagi got on surprisingly well with your father, mostly because he treated Zaraki with open respect and absolutely no grovelling fear, though he was definitely one wrong word away from getting flattened most days.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Tch. If ya hurt her, kid,” Zaraki grunted once, massive hand clapping Hisagi’s shoulder so hard he nearly face-planted, “I’ll pull yer guts out through yer nostrils.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You found it hilarious and made a point of hanging off Hisagi’s shoulders, legs wrapped round his waist, kissing him stupid in public, daring anyone to comment.

˚₊‧꒰ა He loved it when you crashed his office, flopping onto his paperwork with a loud “I’m bored. I want to be entertained,” and he pretended to be exasperated but dropped everything within minutes to curl up beside you which eventually leads to a wrestling match and a power nap.

˚₊‧꒰ა There were times he secretly enjoyed being dragged into ridiculous Zaraki family outings, like ‘friendly’ brawls, Hollow hunting, and one memorably awful camping trip where you tried (and failed) to cook a rabbit over open flame.

˚₊‧꒰ა “What are you going to do without me,” he laughed, poking your burnt rabbit corpse with a stick while you scowled.

˚₊‧꒰ა If he ever got a bad nightmare, you were both the type to pretend it didn’t happen, tangled together under thin sheets, breath evening out in the small hours without a word.

˚₊‧꒰ა You taught him how to sharpen his instincts beyond textbook fighting, how to smell blood on the wind, how to listen for the wrong kind of silence, and he taught you how to steady your rage before it burnt you alive.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t say a word about this, but he has a secret tattoo of your name inked small and low on his hipbone where nobody would ever see unless you peeled him out of his uniform yourself.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Only person I ever wanted to be reckless for,” he muttered once against your collarbone after a near-death mission, voice rough with something he refused to call love but was anyway.

Hirako Shinji

˚₊‧꒰ა Shinji spotted you once tearing through a group of low-ranked thugs in the Rukongai with a huge grin on your face and thought, Well, there goes my bloody sanity.

˚₊‧꒰ა You met properly when you were assigned as a temporary reinforcement to the Visoreds for a Hollow hunt, and Shinji spent the entire briefing pointedly not staring at the way your hips moved each time you walked, because, “My eyed were glued to your zanpakuto.”

˚₊‧꒰ა After you almost sliced a Hollow clean in half while flipping over its back like it was a plaything, Shinji sidled up next to you, hands in his pockets, lazy grin in place, and said, “Oi, yer dad teach ya that, or are you just naturally mental?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Shinji knew you were Zaraki’s kiddo before you even opened your mouth; it was in the swagger, the craze in your eyes, the grin that promised chaos.

˚₊‧꒰ა First date was not so much a date as it was Shinji daring you to join him for sake and terrible karaoke in some dive bar on the far side of the Seireitei. You had stole the microphone halfway through and belted out a foul-mouthed drinking song so gloriously badly that Shinji damn near proposed on the spot.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Yer a bloody nightmare,” he told you later, arm slung round your shoulders, dragging you close enough to smell the cheap alcohol on his breath, “and I’m already in too deep.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You sparred constantly, usually ending with you pinning him or he pinning you, both of you panting and laughing and occasionally snogging against the ground until someone threw a sandal at your heads.

˚₊‧꒰ა Zaraki didn’t hate Shinji, which was about the highest praise Shinji could’ve asked for, even though your father muttered things like, “At least the tosser’s got some teeth,”

˚₊‧꒰ა “If he so much as makes ya cry, girl,” Zaraki warned once, cracking his knuckles loudly enough to make the table rattle, “I’ll break every bleedin’ rib in his body.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You delighted in testing Shinji’s patience, picking fights with him in the middle of Division meetings, stealing his captain’s haori and wearing it as a dress, sneaking sake into his paperwork stacks.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Oi, love,” he drawled once when he caught you sneaking through his window at midnight, “you come here to kill me or kiss me?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Shinji was a sucker for your wild, reckless laughter, the way you treated every battle like a bloody dance floor, the way you made the world feel sharp and electric again.

˚₊‧꒰ა He let you crash at his place whenever you wanted, sprawling across his bed like a queen, yelling at him to bring snacks and sake as if you owned the place, which, honestly, you kind of did.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once dyed his hair pink as a prank while he was asleep; he wore it for three days just to piss off everyone at the Captain’s meetings and you laughed so hard you cried.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Don’t threaten me with a good time, love,” he grinned when you teased him about being whipped, dragging you into his lap with no effort at all.

˚₊‧꒰ა You’d drag him to family dinners with Zaraki and Yachiru where someone usually bled before dessert; and he never complained once, even when he lost three teeth once from a ‘friendly’ brawl.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once dared Shinji to fight you with one hand tied behind his back; he won, but only because he cheated and used his mouth to pin your wrist to the floor.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You’re bloody trouble,” he whispered into your hair once, after dragging you laughing into bed after a fight, “and I’m the idiot who loves it.”

Kurosaki Ichigo

˚₊‧꒰ა When this little strawberry found out who your dad was after you’d already knocked him flat during a training match, it made the whole situation even worse, because now he had bruises and the mental image of Zaraki’s murderous glare burning holes in his back.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Wait! Zaraki’s your dad?! Seriously?! That’s...that’s not even fair,” Ichigo groaned, rubbing his ribs while you leaned smugly on your sword.

˚₊‧꒰ა You just grinned and replied, “If you’re gonna date me, you’d better stop whining and fight harder, Kurosaki.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ichigo thought dating you was going to be exhausting, and he was completely right, but he also never had more fun in his life.

˚₊‧꒰ა You dragged him headfirst into chaos on the regular—training in the middle of the night, brawls in underground rings, Hollow bait missions you definitely weren’t authorised to take part in.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’d show up late home with a busted lip and grass in his hair, muttering, “Don’t ask,” while you stood behind him looking smug and completely unbothered.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Your old man hates me,” he muttered after the third time Zaraki cracked his knuckles at him in the hallway; you just shrugged and said, “He hates everyone.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He (once) tried to kiss you in the hallway before a mission. Zaraki walked past, snorted like a bull, and Ichigo very calmly walked into a wall.

˚₊‧꒰ა You thought it was adorable how flustered he got around your family, especially since he could slice through a Menos like butter but couldn’t make eye contact with your dad for more than three seconds.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You alright there, Kurosaki?” you asked sweetly, resting your chin on his shoulder during dinner while Zaraki loomed five feet away, ready to challenge him to a duel.

˚₊‧꒰ა You once kicked him through a wall during a spar and offered him a hand while laughing, “You done being a wimp yet?” and he grabbed it, grumbling, “Hell no.”

˚₊‧꒰ა He never got used to how casual you were about injuries, like returning from missions covered in blood and saying, “It’s not mine” while stealing his rice.

˚₊‧꒰ა At least he was always there to patch up your wounds even when you insisted you were fine, muttering, “Stop moving, idiot, or I’m tying you down,” and you grinned because you knew he meant it.

˚₊‧꒰ა He once snuck into your room to surprise you and ended up on the business end of your zanpakuto because you were half-asleep and reacted on instinct.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Next time,” you mumbled, sheathing the blade, “knock first or I’ll carve your name into my wall with your blood.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Like typical guys, he secretly liked when you wore his black undershirt post-battle, even though it was way too long on you and covered in dust, because it meant you were still breathing.

˚₊‧꒰ა He respected the hell out of your strength but never tried to compete with it—he wasn’t interested in being stronger than you, only in being strong with you.

˚₊‧꒰ა Despite being constantly stressed around your dad, Ichigo somehow earned Zaraki’s grudging approval by throwing himself in front of you during a mission once and almost getting crushed for it.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Tch,” Zaraki said after dragging him out of the dirt, “Ya might be an idiot, but you’re a tough one. Don’t died cuz we still gotta fight later.”

˚₊‧꒰ა You always made Ichigo feel like the world was on fire, but in a way that made him want to run toward the flames instead of away from them.

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luke x daughter of aphrodite!! maybe a super cute fluff where they help luke show percy around and just their experience with percy!

-🥽 anon

stop this prompt is soo cute ! thanks for sending it in &lt;3

"You okay?" Luke asked the newest camper in his cabin.

"Super."

"We all have them, you know." Luke clicked his tongue. "Intense, recurring nightmares. That's normal here. For the first time in your life, you're just like everyone else."

"So are you also... Do you not know who your..." the blonde boy began to ask.

"Am I unclaimed?" Luke shook his head. "No, Hermes is my father. That doesn't matter though, we're all on the same team here."

"Why is it okay they ignore some of us?"

"Spend too much time figuring out what the gods do whatever it is they do, you'll drive yourself crazy. Sooner you can stop worrying about that, the sooner you can enjoy what this place actually does offer."

"And what's that?"

Luke smiled, guiding Percy out the door to show him the rest of camp.

The two boys ran into Clarisse and the Ares kids first. Luke explained to Percy that the Ares kids were always confrontational and brutally honest, but he had nothing to worry about, as long as he was around.

"Come on, let's go figure out what you're good at."

After crossing off archery and metalworking, and dodging several near death experiences, they sat down for lunch.

"Is there a Greek god of disappointment?" Percy sighed.

"We're gonna find the thing you're good at, I know it," Luke reassured him. "We should try-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Luke's eyes lit up and a smile crossed his face, causing Percy to turn around.

A girl came over to Luke's side of the table and kissed the top of his head. "Hi, love."

Luke beamed, turning toward Percy. "Y/N, this is Percy, I'm giving him the tour. Percy, Y/N. She's in Aphrodite."

That much he could tell, Percy thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.

"Ah, bonjour! Comment ça va?" she asked him.

Percy looked confused, only recognizing the first part of the sentence. "Uhhh... hello?"

Y/N smiled softly, "Guess he's not in Aphrodite then. Any luck finding out your skill, Percy?"

"No, unforunately," Percy grumbled.

"Aw, don't worry. Soon enough you'll be like Luke here," she had moved to sit in his lap by now, one of his arms curled around her waist. "Did you know he's the best swordsman at camp?"

She looked at Luke proudly, Percy swore he saw hearts instead of pupils in her eyes.

"I think it's come up once or twice," Percy responded.

The Aphrodite girl smiled again, "Have you shown Percy the lake yet?" she asked Luke.

"No, not yet. Do you want to come with us?"

"You mean, do I want to show him the place where we met? Is that even a question?"

The trio finished up their food and headed back outside. Y/N led the way, her presence enough to clear a path in the group of campers idling outside. Luke and Percy followed a few feet behind her.

"So... how long have you two been...?" Percy asked shyly.

"Three years. Since we were 16," Luke responded. Though Percy had only known Luke for about a day at this point, he couldn't help but notice how Luke's entire demeanor had changed since Y/N's arrival.

"Oh, wow. That's a long time."

"I got really lucky."

"What do you mean?"

"Before I got here, I had nobody. I mean, there was Annabeth and Thalia, but they're like my sisters. Y/N was the one that showed me what love is."

"Is that what you meant earlier? About enjoying what this place has to offer?"

He smiled. "You might be surprised, Percy."

"Are you boys coming or not?" Y/N called back toward them.

"Yes, ma'am!" Luke yelled back, jogging up to where she was. They were almost at the lake by then.

"So, Percy, anyone at camp catch your eye yet?" Y/N asked, her hand wrapped around Luke's arm.

"Babe, he just got here." Luke said.

"So? I knew I liked you the second we met."

Luke blushed, caught off guard by her sincerity. That was one thing he wasn't sure he would ever get over, her ability to express her emotions so unabashedly. It was something he still struggled with from time to time, but for her, he would let down all of his walls.

"I wouldn't say I have a crush on her or anything- she kinda just scares me but she did catch my attention," Percy interrupted Luke's thoughts.

"What's her name?" Y/N asked.

"Annabeth, I think."

Y/N nodded knowingly, looking over at Luke. "Well, I guess we'll just see if anything special blooms there. Anyway, we're here!"

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon now, painting the sky in beautiful hues of purple and pink. A gentle breeze accompanied the three as they sat down by the water.

Y/N leaned against Luke's body, savoring the warmth he offered. He absent-mindedly twirled a piece of her hair.

"Three years ago, I was sitting right here, when I saw someone a few feet away from me. He was throwing rocks into the lake and disturbing my peace," Y/N began. "When I looked over to see who it was-"

"You saw the most gorgeous man you've ever laid your eyes on," Luke cut in.

"Hey!" Y/N playfulled smacked his shoulder. "I know you've heard this story one hundred times but Percy hasn't yet."

"Yeah, I haven't yet!" Percy backed her up.

The two older campers laughed. "Thank you, Percy. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I saw this boy with curly dark hair and soft brown eyes, and I thought that's him. He's the one. This was before I was claimed by Aphrodite, but I just had a feeling, you know?"

Percy nodded, even though he wasn't sure he had experienced that feeling yet.

"But anyway, this boy looked kind of sad, so I decided to sit next to him."

"I think that's why he was throwing rocks into the water," Percy broke in.

Y/N giggled and Luke nudged her shoulder to continue.

"You're right, Percy, I had the same thought. When I sat next to him, I sensed that he was annoyed."

"Okay, love, let me finish from here." Luke softly kissed her shoulder and she buried her head in the crook of his neck.

"I wasn't annoyed-" he clarified. "At least, not at you. I had just been claimed by my father, but I was still frustrated with the whole idea of gods having children and just ignoring them. Then, this angel sat next to me and for the first time, I felt seen."

Y/N looked up at her boyfriend, her face full of nothing but admiration. No matter how many times she heard this part of the story, she still couldn't believe how she got quite so lucky.

"Percy, our parents may never redeem themselves for their wrongdoings, but I thank the gods every day they sent me Y/N." With that, Luke gently placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her.

"Hello! As lovely as this story is, still a minor here!" Percy waved his hand in front of their faces enthusiastically, causing all three of them to burst into laughter.

[ldydeath]

Homecoming | Kang Dae-ho

Summary: Daeho is finally home from his military service and you two have a lot of lost time to make up for. Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: mentions of PTSD….smut. Author’s Note: This is the highly requested part two of The Hardest Goodbye. This is also the first time I’ve ever published smut so…bye.

PART ONE

Daeho had been planning and plotting for the last few weeks of his enlistment, lying to you about his last day. He’d had an image in his head of coming home, waking you up and not letting you out of bed for at least a day. That couldn’t happen if you were there waiting for him when he left the camp.  Much like his last day of freedom, he was planning on staying the night at his family home and sneaking home in the morning before you got up. It was going to be hell, waiting an extra day to see you but it’d be worth it. 

That evening, unfortunately, was anything but smooth. Every noise in the night caused him to jump. Anytime he’d try to sleep he was plagued with nightmares, waking up in a cold sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn’t realized while he’d been there just how many fucked up things he’d seen, but now that he was safe it was like the last two years of memories were coming out in waves.

As he sat there in the dark, on the floor in his parents house, he feared home.This wasn’t how he’d imagined his homecoming. Would he still be this way when he saw you? Would his nights always be plagued with fear. Would you still want him if he was broken? He sat there as the hours ticked by, too afraid to go back to sleep an ache in his chest at the thought of losing you after all this time. 

Once the first rays of light seeped in through the windows he gathered up his belongings and headed home. Headed towards you. He tried to shake the worry from his mind as he climbed the apartment steps. A sense of eased washed over him as he stood outside the door, there had been days he didn’t think he’d ever see that door again - or you. Being here now almost felt surreal. He’s made it. He’d done his two years and now you could plan your future together - if you still wanted him. 

He opened the door as quietly as he could, setting his large bag down on the floor. A collar rattled in the distance followed by nails clinging on the wooden floor and he came face to face with a much larger dog than he’d left behind two years ago. 

“Hey Mochi.” He whispered as the dog came running up to him. He hadn’t even thought about the possibility of Mochi not remembering him, but he’d only been with her a day before he’d left. And unfortunately the brief time he’d gotten off wasn’t enough for a trip home, you’d always met him in the middle for a few short hours once a month. 

Mochi sniffed him, offered him her paw and then moved to lay down on the couch. Daeho let out a chuckle, he’d meant to get you a guard dog not an indifferent old lady. But at least you’d had something to look over while he’d been away. Taking off his shoes, Daeho made his way to your bedroom and almost let out a sigh at the site of his bed. 

His heart nearly stopped at the sight of you. You were the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, even in sleep. The covers barely covering your body as you laid sprawled out across the bed, clearly taking advantage of the lack of an extra person in the bed. He moved standing over you before leaning over you to place a kiss on your cheek. You stirred but didn’t wake up, rolling away from him. 

“Aien.” He whispered as he nudged your shoulder softly. “Wake up.” Your eyes shot open when you heard his voice.

“Daeho?”

 You turned to face him and blinked a few times, this had to be a dream right? You moved to a sitting position staring at your fiance. Daeho chuckled at the confusion evident on you face. 

“In the flesh.” He smirked. 

“Oh my god. You’re home!” You squealed.

Your brain moved faster than your body as you tried to reach him, tripping over the sheets and landing clumsily in his arms. Daeho laughed as he sat you back upright, his arms wrapping around you tightly. God, he’d missed you. He turned his head, burying his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. 

“I missed you.” You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around him tightly. 

Daeho moved his head from your neck to capture your lips with his and you let out a sigh as you kissed him back. Two years with a few hours of visits a month wasn’t enough, you needed him. Daeho lifted you allowing you to wrap your legs around him as he broke the kiss to leave a trail of kisses down your neck.

He leaned you down on the mattress hovering over you as you made quick work of removing his shirt. You took a second to take in the new muscles he’d formed in the military and trailed your fingers up his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back to you. Your lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing in each other's mouths as your hands made their way to his pants, unzipping the fly and pushing your hand inside, pressing against his boxers, rubbing his cock through the thin material. Everything felt so rushed, so desperate you’d missed him and now was not the time for foreplay. You had all day for sweet and romantic. 

Daeho let out a hiss as he bit down on your neck, his hands moving to the end of your shirt. He hesitated for only a moment before deciding to rip the shirt off you, he’d buy you another one. Before you could even say a word, his hands were sliding your underwear off. You followed his lead, tugging his pants and boxers down his legs. Daeho leaned up to shrug them off the rest of the way and pressed your legs apart, situating himself in between your thighs, hoovering inches from your entrance. 

“I need you.” 

That was all he needed to hear before he pushed inside you, filling you up. It had been too long since he’d been inside of you like this. Daeho began thrusting inside of you at a fast, rough pace and your nails dug into his back as you pulled him closer to you. God, you’d missed this, you’d missed him. 

Your hips met his with each thrust, your moans the only sounds filling the apartment. Daeho snaked his arms around you and flipped you over, so that he was laying on the mattress and you took a breath, smiling down at him. Your hands rested on his chest as you grabbed his cock, positioning him at your entrance before slowly lowering yourself on him.

“Fuck” he moaned, lifting himself on his elbows to a sitting position, his arms on your hips. 

You could feel him twitching as you moved, slowly, before finally settling all the way. You moved your hips back and forth, feeling the head of his cock on your g spot. This was well worth the wait of him coming home. Daeho’s lips moved to your breast, sucking on one while his hand played with the nipple on the other, making sure to show them both equal love as you moved on top of him. It felt good - too good and you could feel yourself getting close.

“Fuck babe, I’m close.” Daeho grunted at your words, moving his hands to your legs, keeping them in place as he flipped you back over to your starting position. 

He was going to make sure he made you cum, not the other way around. He left a trail of kisses along your neck, to your jaw, before reaching your lips. Kissing you deeply as his thrusts got faster. Just as he reached his orgasm, you came undone. Daeho swallowed your moans as he kissed you, your legs tightening around him as you rode out orgasm. You broke the kiss to fall back into the mattress, your hand going to smooth down your hair as you tried to catch your breath. Daeho stayed inside you for another beat, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling out of you and falling back on the bed next to you.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You rolled on your side, wrapping an arm around his chest. His arm wrapping around you pulling you closer to him. “I’m so glad you’re home.” You kissed his chest, laying your head on him as you let out a content sigh.

“I missed you too.” 

You don’t know how long you laid there, wrapped in each other's arms the sound of your breathing being the only noises you heard. It was nice, having him home again. You weren’t sure how it would be, sharing the space with him again after two years, but if every morning was a wakeup call like that, you’d be content for the rest of your life.

“I have to tell you something.” You sat up on your elbow to look at him and nodded. His eyes wouldn’t quite meet yours. “I had nightmares last night.” 

“Well, that’s not so bad, is it?” You teased, pecking his lips. “I’ll protect you from the scary monsters.”

“It wasn’t like that. It was like I was there in battle again and I couldn’t do anything but sit there frozen when I woke up. I’m worried it wasn’t a one time thing.” You frowned at his words. You knew PTSD had been likely with the branch he’d gone into, but you’d hoped he would’ve been safe from it.

“We’ll figure it out together then. Find a way to cope with it. It’s going to be okay.” 

“You’ll still love me even if I’m up with nightmares every night?” He raised a brow at you.

“Honey, I’d love you even if you were bald. I’m not going anywhere.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Daeho let out a small laugh and nodded his head, pulling you in for another kiss. 

You moved to straddle his lap, deciding you had two years to make up for and now seemed like the perfect time for a round two. Daeho wasn’t going to complain if you spent the entire day wrapped up in each other’s arms showing each other just how much you meant to each other. How much you’d missed each other. You both would figure everything else out together in time.

“I love you.” He mumbled against your lips. “More than you could ever possibly know.” 

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[lullxby]

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ RAY OF SUNSHINE (p.j.)

summary : in which percy jackson feels attached, in some way, to a girl he just met.

w.c. : about 1k

a/n : part 2! thank you for all the support on the firsg part, there will be more to follow!

this is also on my wattpad: poet1cmystery

warning(s) : none!

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percy awoke near midnight, having slept for almost seven hours. he had been woken up by a nightmare, just like usual. The stars hanging in the sky painted a serene picture for him as he stared out through the small infirmary window, the view calming him quickly. for once, the camp around him was quiet. no bustling demigods, no chattering kids. just quiet. 

the son of poseidon sat up, looking around more. he was never in here for as long of a time as he had been currently. he never noticed how old the withering wood was, its brown shade falling to a reddish-beige. they were surrounded by magic but still couldn't repair the infirmary. huh. he could definitely see the imprints the apollo children had made, even just in the small room he was in. there was an overall sense of brightness, despite the late hour it was. it felt welcoming, in a way. 

he debated on going back to his cabin now or staying here until morning. the harpies would be out, so that definitely wouldn't be preferable. still, could he really stay for this long? y/n had told him to stay until he felt better...

so, he stayed, in hopes of seeing her again. he was still curious about the connection he felt to her. curious about why her eyes felt so familiar. he tried to rack his brain for answer, yet nothing came to mind. there was a faint image of those eyes on a little girl, their e/c being illuminated by a ray of sunshine. but that was where the memory faded. nothing around the young girl seemed familiar, none of the scenery. he couldn’t even tell if the memory was indoors.

percy noticed the lack of movement, even inside of the infirmary. apollo kids had to sleep too. the only sound he heard was the low chirping of crickets, occasionally seeing one of their tiny bodies hopping by, being illuminated by the fading moonlight.

the lack of light was seamlessly replaced by an orange hue, accompanying the rising sun in the distance. it must’ve been closer to morning than what he had thought. well, that just meant he got to see this mysterious girl sooner.

the stars faded slowly, as if running from the intruding daylight.

y/n walked into the infirmary, smiles and all, the view causing a small grin to even grow to his own face. the optimistic attitude she often boar wasn’t new, but still found a way to draw him in.

“oh!” she looked surprised to see him, was that bad? should he have left when we woke up? the wide smile said otherwise, but he was beginning to think it was permanent, regardless of the situation. his mind raced, and he didn’t know why. it wasn’t like this with anyone else that’d help him. why her?

“i didn’t realize you were still here. are you feeling better at least?” she questioned, concern lacing her features.

“uh, yeah,” he swallowed, trying to get the ugly taste out of his mouth, “ ‘m feeling a lot better. thank you.”

“it’s what i’m here for,” she replied cheerily, spinning on her heel and moving away from the open doorway.

 he gave it a few minutes, then slowly sat up. as the blanket fell from his shoulders, a sudden wave of cool air reminded him of the shirt he wasn’t wearing.  his eyes roamed the enclosed area, searching for the familiar orange fabric of his camp-tee. then, he saw it hanging on a plastic hanger, seemingly clean. he took slightly shaky steps towards it, eventually shrugging it over his shoulders, letting it fall past his arms. 

he walked out of the room he was in, slightly zoned out. unfortunately for him, he bumped into the girl he had been trying to figure out.

“ah, shit, sorry y/n,” he said quickly, gently reaching to grab her arm to steady her.

she didn’t seem bothered. “it’s alright, are you going?”

he nodded, releasing his grip from her arm. “i’ll see you around?” he asked, hoping the answer was yes. maybe then he could figure out where he knew her from.

“of course, percy.”

her words made him smile, even if she just meant them half-heartedly. (she definitely did, he could tell.) he stepped out into the now fully-risen sun, its rays beating down on him despite the chill held by the autumn air.

immediately, he was greeted by his short, fast-talking friend. the one and only, leo valdez.

“where have you been?” the boy exclaimed, his head tilting slightly upwards to meet percy’s eyes.

“dude, it’s been like a day,” percy said flatly.

almost on instinct, percy checked his pockets for his trusted pen. no matter how long he had had it, he still wasn’t used to the fact he couldn’t lose it. just like he suspected, it was safely sitting in the back pocket of his jeans.

percy’s gaze wondered back towards the infirmary one last time, before quickly flicking back to leo, trying to listen to what the boy was discussing as they walked further and further away.

he noticed leo looking at him expectantly, and just nodded his head, seemingly agreeing to what had just been said. “yeah, of course.”

“you weren’t listening, were you?” leo groans.

“not at all,” the boy admitted, not wanting to lie to one of his closest friends.

“tell me again?” he offered, smirking sheepishly down at leo, who rolled his eyes. still, the boy repeated what he had said, this time earning a real response from percy.

the two boys conversed, occasionally shoving each other around as they walked over the dirt pathways winding between the camp cabins. eventually, they heard a horn blow, signaling breakfast.

arriving at the pavilion, percy noticed y/n walking towards a table seating annabeth chase, piper mclean, and luke castellan. wait.

luke castellan?

why was she sitting with luke castellan? 

why did percy care? 

he didn’t. right?

no, of course he didn’t. why would he?

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Blood And Pressure

Part one

Yandere!Pjo x Fem!Grisha!reader. (Platonic Yandere gods) (romantic!various characters)

-♡ Chapters: Previous // Next

-♡ characters: Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan, Clarisse La Rue, Grover Underwood, Annabeth Chase.

-♡ this is a shadow & bone slight crossover. Reader is a heartrender and that’s all really (maybe more in the future!)

-♡ Please note that all characters are aged appropriately, so all characters are older versions of the book characters. So 17-19 characters for these, you can choose any of them really. Just that they are older teens.

-♡ warnings: short, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting, platonic yandere too, blood powers, powerful powers but not godly, and future warnings when more chapters come out.

No one knew the power you held when you entered camp. You stayed in The Big House at camp with Mr.D and many of the campers knew nothing but a few things when you walked by. You were a person of few words but spoke in glances, or at least to them you were.

You spent your days talking to Mr. D and Chiron since they didn’t like you to leave the house or their side.

“It’s just too dangerous to be around the little kids,” Chiron talks ever so soft to you.

“I mean, I don’t care if you hurt them or not but they know nothing of you— we barely know anything of your kind. So you stay with us.” He was a bit harsher when it came to you but he was also fun to be around.

No one noticed when you’d glance into a room while a patient was sick and in bed. And no one knew you visited Percy too.

You heard whispers when he arrived and wanted to check him out for yourself. His heart was beating fine and healthy but a little to high for your liking. He was having a nightmare and you could calm him down.

When you placed your hands together and calmed his heart, then his eyes open just a bit. He remembers seeing annabeth but you were new. You wore dark red and silver clothes making him wonder about you, you almost looked like royalty to him…and your beautiful.

“Sleep percy,” As soon as you spoke he was out like a light as you controlled his body and decreased the anxiety he felt. You wanted to stay there and help him but you knew you could get caught at anytime so you left. He wasn’t the only one you helped, and he wouldn’t be the last.

Another day you found yourself playing cards with Mr. D, he got too angry at you beating him that he took a break. He rests his eyes while you read a book, a very old and run down book but you refused to let it go. And that’s when the boy you helped walked in with confusion on his faces.

It was your favorite part to see someone new get welcomed.

Percy seemed to not notice you at first when his announce stayed on the god you knew, obviously he wasn’t aware of who he was talking to…and when he did he didn’t seem to care either. After a few minutes of them talking, he finally noticed you as you flip the page of your book.

“What are you looking at her for?” Mr. D tried to pull his attention away from you but he just kept staring.

“You…you were in my room that night.”

You shake your head and sit back under the gods suspicious glare. “No, no. Must have me mistaken.”

“I recognize that pin on your jacket, it was definitely you.”

“Okay kid, that’s enough now got get me that wine.” He snaps his fingers and Percy finally turns his gaze. Thankfully Chiron got there in time before Percy fell for his trick.

Percy was getting to explore the camp, train and fight and win glory. You hated how tight your at stomach got in jealousy of him. You’ve been here for two years and yet you haven’t stepped off the porch of the big house.

You stood up from your chair causing them all to turn to you. You slammed your hands on the table and started to demand that you would be going with them. You’ve had enough.

“I wanna see things too. Just for once let me see the camp, it’s cruel to keep me here.”

“You know the rules, you stay here!” Mr. D was always the one to fight with you when you threw your fits.

“Your rules suck! Let me go on the tour!” Your voice was so loud percy thought that the whole camp could hear you. Your final hope was to look at Chiron with begging eyes since he was so easy to guilt.

And like every time. He caves.

“Maybe we should. They have shown no signs of hurting anyone and it would be good to get a bit of fresh air, stretch their legs.” He tried to reason with him. You begged and prayed in your mind for it to work.

“Fine— whatever. But if anyone so mush as touc-” he was cut off by you squealing and hugging him. He was caught of guard since you’ve never do that before. He felt pride, the other gods wanted you to come to Olympus or the underworld but he got you. No one could take the smirk on his face.

Percy was happy to see you smile. It caused his mood to lighten greatly and he didn’t really know why but you seemed so familiar to him. Like he’d do anything to keep you smiling, to hold your hand…

“Come along, we have a lot to explore.” You both trail behind the centaur to take on the new adventure. Maybe this was fate.

You didn’t know it but many eyes would begin to follow you everywhere.

Next chapter

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[leonkennedybreedingkink]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

bestie!leon kennedy x reader

warnings: 18+, dubcon lol, mental health issues for both leon and reader… he’s a pervert and again ooc but that’s the fun of things. dacryphillia and he’s a little mean and sleazy.

tumblr removes fics with nsfw tags from the tag. ergo i’ve flagged the content at the beginning. you’re also responsible for your own media consumption, so if this bugs you, don’t read it.

Leon sat there on the edge of the bed with you, rubbing your back as you hid your face in your hands. “I just feel like I’m going in circles.” You tell him, lifting your head out of your hands to rest your chin on them. “I mean, I don’t feel like I’m ever gonna get better.”

He can sympathize, he really can, especially when he was in boot camp post Raccoon City and laid awake at night because he had nightmares otherwise.

He rubs your back in circles on autopilot, trying not to get bored or indulge in an impulsive thought that tells you to shut the fuck up and quit fucking crying, maybe open your blinds once or twice a day and you wouldn’t feel so bad. Eat a fucking vegetable or two while you’re at it.

You, believing the best in him, don’t really notice. “I just—“ and your voice breaks, face warming all the way to your neck as you hide your face in your hands again and kick yourself internally for crying in front of him.

You hate crying in front of everyone, your face gets splotchy and you can’t breathe through your nose. When it’s Leon, though, your best friend, it’s a little worse because you’d bet he looks cute when he cries, him and his stupid Botticelli angel face.

And, oh, that’s not really the right move.

He doesn’t remember when watching someone cry would be enough to get him off, except for an adult video he watched had a girl get fucked so good he could watch tears leak out of her eyes, openly sobbing when she squirted because that faceless phallus hit the right spot inside her.

Or when his ex-girlfriend was on her fourth orgasm of the night and she cried just a little while his face was between her legs.

He needed a stress reliever that day, it was a tough time; and he’s never really had to think while going down on someone.

Leon shifts a little and prays to a God he doesn’t believe in that he’s not seriously getting bricked up by you crying. Nope, it’s not going down, shit, he hopes you don’t notice.

You stifle sobs into your palms for a good thirty minutes, face and ears hot enough to power a fucking house. You take a break to wipe your eyes with your sleeve, sniffling wetly before you reach over to blow your nose. “‘M sorry,” You tell him, voice wobbling before you blow your nose and toss the used tissue away.

“It’s fine.” Leon tells you, his voice just a little strained. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his lap and prays you don’t notice that he’s bricked up just from you crying. God, Leon, that’s so fucked up. At least those girls—nameless pornstar and ex-girlfriend—were enjoying it, you’re crying because you’re sad and mentally ill.

Again, fucked up.

You cry a little harder when he’s being so kind to comfort you, hiding your face in his shoulder as you sniffle and keep the sobbing to a minimum. When your tears come to an end, that’s when you notice that he’s fully hard beneath you. You lift your head up after a pause, wiping one eye as you look at Leon. “Leon… are you…?”

He can’t quite hide a grimace. “I’m—um, I’m really—I’m not—“ And when he catches sight of your red face and tear-streaked cheeks, he nearly groans, his throat suddenly dry. That’s when he flips you onto your back.

You land in the pillows with a soft grunt, giving him a bewildered look. “What are you doing?” You ask him in a little voice, sniffling and wiping your runny nose.

“Do you ever stop feeling sorry for yourself?” He asks you, one hand planting in the pillow beside your head, the other untucking his shirt.

Your stomach turns and he can visibly see his words hit the mark. “What?” You ask him, eyes close to brimming with tears again.

“Jesus,” Leon swears, undoing his belt buckle one handed cause he’s had enough practice. “You wanna know what I think? I think you like wallowing, I think you like having people consoling you.” His belt comes undone with a rattle, his button and fly next.

You stare at him with your mouth agape before a couple tears slip out. He takes the chance to push up your shirt and lets out a groan when he sees the cute black bra you’re wearing, hands wandering up to squeeze handfuls of your tits.

You yelp, back arching of your own accord—he’s glad that worked, you told him enough of what you liked when venting about your ex-boyfriends not being able to find the clit or eat pussy right.

He’s never had that problem, obviously.

A slightly mean smile crawls across his face before he leans down to lick a tear track up. “Poor, unloved little thing.” He coos, sticking his hands down the front of your sweatpants to find you damp.

Leon rubs circles on your clit to see you grind your teeth and twitch, one of his hands still on your tit as you try not to react further. “You just sit here in your depression cave and feel bad for yourself, huh? Do you even open up your curtains to get some sun? The sun’s real nice, a natural antidote to depression.”

Humiliation and an orgasm lick up your spine a few seconds after he’s done talking, body locking up as your hands fist in the sheets. He tuts at you and sticks his used finger in your mouth, kneeling between your spread legs as he pulls down your sweatpants with the other hand.

Aw, you left a cute little wet spot on your panties, just for him.

You lift up your hips when he tells you to, he throws the flimsy garments on the floor where they land with a soft slap. “C’mon, I know how make you feel better.” He tells you, one hand cupping your knee to put one over his shoulder as he finally pulls down his jeans and boxers to mid-thigh.

Leon sinks in with a stifled groan, then wraps your other leg around his waist, turning his head and kissing your knee once he’s balls-deep.

Your chest heaves and he kisses your collarbone—poor thing, it must be a little much for you, he’s not even moving.

You scrabble at him when he finally does move, nails catching on his shirt before you manage to tug him closer. Each short, staccato thrust makes the bed rock and punches little squeaks from you.

Your door’s open, but he doesn’t feel like closing it, so he puts a hand over your mouth as he covers your body with his, hips grinding to hear you whimper against his palm. “I know, I know, baby.” he tells you, lips ghosting over your cheek before he licks up more salty tears that overflow. “I’ve got you. You’re all empty inside, I’ll fill you up.”

But not before you come, Leon’s a gentleman like that. He loops his arm beneath you and pulls you into his thrusts, you grow a little louder beneath his palm. He shifts so his pubic bone can grind a little harder against your clit and your thigh twitches before you sob against his palm, brows furrowing as you lurch up, more tears squeezing out.

He fucks you through it before pulling out and painting your tummy white, collapsing by your side and panting softly. You sniffle loudly and Leon feels a little bad, rolling over when you do and spooning you from behind, his release staining your sheets as you cry quietly.

He holds you through it, kissing your shoulder and the nape of your neck before hiding his face in your hair. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles after a long silence, “I was out of line.”

You shake your head and stay silent, wiping your eyes as you two cuddle in silence.

[murder-cookie-dust393]

Shadow Milk Cookie. Chloroform. Yandere. Do what you will with this information.

-🏳️‍🌈👨‍❤️‍👨

I'm gonna put you as the anon listed above since- That's what I assume you mean?

I unintentionally put shitpost aha

Disclaimer: MC is still gender neutral, they are just referred to as queen for chess role purposes.

Tw: Eyestrain for the art that goes along with this piece, chloroform-like magic, kidnapping to a different dimension, implied future murder

You find yourself in a dark void. So black, you can't see anything through the shadows that swirl in your vision. You're not sure what it feels like. Is it threatening? Or is it a sense of peace? You aren't sure. This sense of the unknown makes you anxious.

Suddenly, a big blue eye opens in front of you, the colour glowing within the dimmed surroundings. The shade of blue reminded you of Lapis. A very bright one. But the eye itself, it was terrifying. You nearly wanted to break into pieces right then and there.

"Oh, my queen! You're finally here!" A voice eagerly chirps, a slightly maniacal tone to it. It seemed ecstatic to see you, too much so. You couldn't form an answer, still processing your odd environment.

"I've missed you~ It's been ages since I've seen your face! You don't look any different- oh, maybe you're just a little prettier, you silly thing!" The voice giggled as the eye blinked. The eye squinted upwards as if it was smiling. But wait, why did it act like it's seen you before? You don't know who this entity is. Not even what it is. Is it a cookie? A beast? Confusion swelled within you as the seconds passed.

"My sweet...What is that face?" The voice slowly faded away, as your world suddenly blackened once more.

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"MC, are you okay?" You wake up to the face of Strawberry. She seems concerned, her big brown eyes down-turned. How cute. "You were shaking in your sleep."

"Um yeah, I'm okay. I just had a weird dream." You respond, still lying on the grass where you and the group are camped. You clutch onto your blanket a little tighter.

"Like a nightmare?" She tilts her head to the side.

"Not exactly. I can't put it to words..." You mumble off, trying to recall the eye that spoke to you.

"Oh okay." She glanced at the blue and violet sky, commenting, "It's almost sunrise. Do you wanna prepare jellies with me? I'm sure the others will wake up soon."

You nod and sit up before flailing your blanket to the side.

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You and your friends are going through the forests of Beast Yeast, cautious of all the creatures and evil beings lurking by. That is until your group stumbles upon a random chessboard on a glass table. In the middle of the fucking path, in the middle of fucking Beast Yeast. Instead of black and white, the board is in different shades of blue.

"What in tarnation is this?" Wizard leans closer, staring at it intensely. Fidgeting with his fake beard, or in other words, his scarf.

Chili Pepper butted in, "The fuck you mean bro, this is obviously a dumb chessboard-"

"LANGUAGE!" Gingerbrave suddenly turned out to stare at Chili Pepper uncannily, before smiling again. "I'm sure it's something dangerous! Let's not touch it."

"Guys,"

"Or it could be a chessboard and table someone decided to randomly leave here."

"Shush- I'm always right." Gingerbrave did an imaginary hair toss.

"Guys..."

Wizard raised his hand, just like a nerd, "No? I am, thank you. By the almighty power of magic I-"

"You're an ice cream. Also, you're the one who's screaming for help half the time." Chili Pepper chuckled, poking at Wizard.

Strawberry took a breath and sharply, albeit quickly spoke, "Guys!"

The whole group turned to look at her, which made her flush with embarrassment. She pointed at the chessboard. "The pieces are moving on their own." When the gang looked back at the gameboard, they were met with a surprising sight.

The chess pieces moved by their own accord. Which revealed that the darker blue side was winning compared to the lighter blue. It was a competitive fight, with both sides making quick moves. It was mesmerizing, you aren't sure why.

You reached out your hand and touched one of the pieces in curiosity. Only to feel a sudden freezing cold gust fly at you. Your surroundings become dark, just like your dream as the yelps of your friends sound out around you. A sinister chuckle joins along, as your body is thrown into a blackened world once more.

"Honey! Honey, honey, honey, my honey."

You stand before a jester cookie, covered in eyes. He grins, his clothes like the blues of the chessboard. He swiftly goes over to you, cradling you in his arms. You can't move, overcome with a freezing cold that leaves you immobile.

"I've waited much too long on your reincarnation. We could have had a wonderful marriage by now if it weren't for that bastard Elder Faerie." He spoke softer than before but had a spit of venom for the name Elder Faerie. He leans closer, uncomfortably so. He makes a minuscule hum before pecking your mouth.

"I'll just keep you here for a bit until I have everything ready." Out of nowhere, a shadow comes for you, binding you in it. You start to feel drowsy. "We'll be so happy once more, I promise." Your vision starts to swirl into darkness, to the point you can't make him out anymore.

You fall asleep, unable to fight off the dreadful binds.

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"My Queen~! Wake up! I have everything ready for you." You're nudged awake, as the binds come off you. You find yourself on a throne: cold and metal. As look forward, you are shocked to see a glowing chessboard just like the one you saw on the path. But also freaked out to see Strawberry and Gingerbrave tied up in the same binds, floating in the air.

"Wha- What is this?" You stammer, overwhelmed with all that has happened in the last few moments. Was this a joke? A jester terrorizing you and your friends, what a lovely day.

"Why, it is the moment you get to see your idiots crumble right before you by the hands of your rightful husband, me: Shadow Milk Cookie!" He comes over to you, putting a crown on your head. It was plain, just a metal crown with no jewels or anything else.

"And you're the queen! The most powerful one on the board!" He giggles, patting your hand. You tense at his touch, wanting to get away from this glorified position you were in. But time and time again, you can't move away from your spot. It's as if you were hardened glue stuck to a label that no one can seem to pry off.

"I don't know what reincarnation you talked about before, but whatever it is, stop it! My friends have done nothing! I don't even know who you are!" You plead, wanting his weird reincarnation thing to stop. You felt guilty for thinking of touching a moving chess piece in Beast Yeast. Gingerbrave was right: everything is dangerous.

"Honey..." Shadow Milk frowned, holding your face in his hands. He looked disappointed rather than enraged. "I know your memories are somewhat faded, but those cookies are distracting you. Distracting you from me, your beloved." He lightly bumps his face against yours, staring into your eyes.

"What do they have to do anything with your dead lover?" You ask, a little too harshly, but needing to get the message across.

He gasps. "They aren't dead! They're right before me!" He puts his jester hat on his head, going over to Gingerbrave and Strawberry. He glares at them briefly with his dual-chromed eyes before returning to you.

"Just let me. Just let me kill them." He hisses with a grin. His eyes scare you, the way they're wide open with insanity. "I need some desperate alone time with you and also get our marriage decided once more." Shadows started to succumb to the world, except for the light from the board.

"No! Don't you dare!" You shake your head, unwilling to let him get away with this. Your poor friends. Just what kind of madness did you pull them into?

"My Queen! When will you let me kill them? They are insignificant to our love!" He exclaims, reaching a hand out to you.

Oh, what a devoted lover isn't he? Waiting for eons for you only for you to be so disgusted with him.

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This was really fun to write. Now, I’m not quite caught up on the lore yet. I just read his profile and said fuck yeah so…mhm.

I will say, I didn’t go exactly chloroform, but the same aspect of it with his magic.

I used honey cuz I was like “Old. But also insane. Equals honey.”

Alright I’m gonna go do homework now because I’ve neglected other work (APRIL AND MAY IS HELL FOR MEEE)

- Celina

[bountycancelled]

decisions

luke castellan x child of hecate!reader

requested: yep! I hope you like it anon

warnings: allusions about death, but no character dies.

content: yall, it's 1 am rn, and I just wanna go to sleep. it's unedited and nothing bad happens I promise. I'll do a proper content thingy in the morning. pls enjoy while I pass out.

"you know those kids are probably gonna have nightmares for at least a week, right?"

you didn't need to turn to know who was behind you as you leaned against a tree trunk, toying with a twig in your hands. Luke castellan seemed to have an affinity for interrupting you anytime you found solace in being alone. you didnt know how he just... knew, when and where to find you during times like these, but he always did. you found yourself minding his presence less and less as time when on.

"they should consider themselves lucky, I was debating whether or not I should just summon a ghost for them tonight, but I figured they couldn't handle it, and this camp doesn't have any trauma counselling so." the leaves on the twig in your hand withered at an accelerated place in your hands, and a part of you felt bad. you usually kept your distance from anything living since you knew your touch had the possibility of having an adverse, and sometimes deadly affect, but tonight was just one of those nights.

Luke chuckled at your words, plucking one of the now wilted leaves from the twig in your grasp as he spoke up once more. "you know, I actually want you to help me with something, if you don't mind. I need help deciding whether or not I should do something."

you rolled your eyes, giving him a pointed look. "you know I can't make decisions for you. I don't have the ability to know what consequences you'll have to deal with."

"isn't hacate the goddess of crossroads?" Luke countered, a small smirk on his face. you knew that he was only pestering you because he thought it was funny that you always needed to explain your abilities and your godparent to people, but you couldn't just keep silent at his bait nonetheless.

"that doesn't make me some kind of fortune teller, I can't decide for you which direction to go to when you reach a fork on the path. I just have a vague understanding over what you're currently debating if you should do."

"okay okay, no fortune telling. but can you at least point me in the right direction? it doesn't matter how vague." he asked, and you tilted your head to stare up at the starry sky, because you knew that even in the dark, Luke could convince you to help him with nothing but a pleading glint in his deep eyes.

he didn't relent at tour silence or your avoidance of his gaze, uttering a small "please?" which finally broke your resolve.

you took a deep breath, finally looking at him once again, your face deep in concentration. "not a guide either. but I get the sense that... if you don't do what you're thinking of doing, you'll regret it." you felt a bit lightheaded afterwards, but the tree you were leaning against was enough security for you.

Luke on the other hand didnt seem to think so, showcased by how his hands immediately went to your shoulders in an effort to keep you up, while also unintentionally coming closer. a bit too close for comfort, but you were too foggy for the lack of distance to hit you yet.

he nodded at your advice, biting his lip before speaking once again, not missing the way your eyes flicked towards his lips and then back to his eyes, almost instantaneously.

"then I'll just go ahead and say it, I like you. a lot." he had expected a few different reactions, you immediately jumping into his arms and accepting his confession (his personal favourite hypothesis), you shyly stating that you felt the same way, you being shocked that he had feelings for you at all (he liked to believe that he wasn't entirely obvious) but he didn't expect what you did next.

instead, you blew air from your nose, giving him a look he couldn't quite place. "you have horrible taste. and you're also delusional. we've had maybe 4 conversations the entire we've known each other, and you like me?" you rolled your eyes, shaking your head at the words you were about to utter. "but I guess that makes me delusional too, because I feel the same way."

he pouted at your words, feigning hurt with a hand placed on his chest. "you wound me. if I had known you were gonna be this mean... I would've confessed sooner." he added with a slight smirk, trailing his other hand from your shoulder down to your waist, leaning his face towards yours.

you were quick to shut down his advance, maneuvering your way out of his hold. "one thing you're gonna need to get used to, castellan. no touching. at all. at least, not until I'm sure I can control my ability. you have a goodnight though." you called out as you walked away from a now needy Luke, leaving him leaning against the tree.

he quickly followed after you, trying to plead his case. "no touching? that's insane, how could I not touch you? I'm not afraid of death, especially if it comes from my hands on your body, or vice versa. I'll happily forfeit my life for a kiss. come on, I'm fine with just a peck. actually, no. I take that back. if I'm gonna die, we need to make out before I go."

you simply shook your head, reiterating your rule, unable to stop a grin from forming on your face. you stopped abruptly, turning to face him with a serious look in your eyes. "... okay. but just a peck. im serious."

it was not just a peck. but luckily, Luke made it out alive. (though, he seriously wouldn't have minded if he didn't.)

[siddyyyyyyyy]

You're Only Sixteen

wc: 2.2K

summary: last part of child soldier joins taskforce 141; six, five, four, three, two, one

warnings: mentions of death, brief mention of alcohol

a/n: I'm so excited but also so sad to end this small series !! I'm so thankful for all the support and kind people who read this through, I hoped this was just as much fun for you as for me. Enjoy!

After getting some rest and sleep, it‘s time to actually get some food into you. The team has left you alone even when they tried to check up on you, but you refused to go out of your bunk after the mission. Kyle gifted you a new sketchbook as promised, having given you some space afterwards. Your bitten ankle doesn‘t hurt anymore, only gets sore after standing on it for too long or after walking quite a bit, but otherwise it only hurts when applying pressure.

You really tried to get as much sleep as you could get since they gave you strict bed rest, but every time you close your eyes, you are back at the camp. Back with the other soldiers. Children, really. How your superiors didn‘t care about your teammates deaths. It was like another simple loss, as if it wasn‘t a big deal at all. Another life lost because of a small decision that wasn‘t supposed to have such a gruelling outcome.

Still, it happened, and there‘s nothing you can do about it but feel guilty. The nightmares won‘t let you rest and have become worse over the night. Besides that, you finally got the energy to actually come out of your bunk and walk to the mess hall. It‘s about lunch, and it proves by the loud chatters from other soldiers around you. Getting a tray and plate for yourself, you get something as simple as every other day and search for your team. They sit on their usual spot, not having spotted you so far.

There‘s already a pack of Capri Sun on the table beside Soap, the seat next to him empty. You sit next to him and give them a curt nod as a silent greeting. Immediately, Kyle smiles softly and seems relieved that you finally got out of your bunk and seem to walk without a limp.

Everything seems to go back to normal, having thought a lot about Riley as well, and there is no way you will let yourself stop seeing and petting her after getting bitten by a larger dog. Actually, you‘ve decided to visit Ghost‘s office today, just to see the K9.

Your lieutenant opens the door and lets you walk in after knocking, opening the door carefully to see if Riley will jump up or not. But no, she is close by his side, trying to tuck her nose into the large bag of dry dog food he is currently holding at the moment.

»Bane. Your foot better?«

He asks as he is currently refilling her bowl, Riley still trying to get her nose into the food. It sadly doesn‘t work, settling on watching her food being refilled.

»Yeah, it doesn‘t hurt anymore. Is Riley alright?«

Ghost nods in response, glancing back at the dog as he stands again. He is a bit confused on why you asked, considering she didn‘t get injured during the mission. Probably just trying to make small talk?

»As fine as always. Wanna give her treats? Don‘t worry, she won‘t bite.«

You tense at his joke, keeping the dog in your sight as you stay by the door. Just like the very first time you met her. Besides, the K9 is munching peacefully on her food, not giving you much attention for now. Ghost notices your body language, wanting to punch himself for making such a stupid joke.

Sighing out, you snap out of the slight panic building up in your body, looking back to him.

»Can I give her some treats later?«

Suddenly, he doesn‘t feel as bad anymore, nodding his head and already taking out the smaller bag of treats silently, so the dog won‘t notice it and eat her food first.

Once Riley has had her food, she notices you properly and tilts her head curiously, the sight of her ears flopping to one side makes you relax further. It‘s just Riley. The sweet K9 who just wants to play. Ghost stands by your side and hands you some treats, watching you carefully to see if you‘ll freak out or not. You kneel down to Riley‘s level and hold your hand out with some treats in it, watching her approach happily and immediately start munching off your palm. The feeling is a bit tinglish, feeling her tongue lick at your palm and wet nose brush against your wrist lightly as she eats, but she seems peaceful. The K9 acts too fast to have time to panic, looking at you already after some seconds. The treat in your hand is gone, Riley wants more.

This makes you look back up to Ghost, both asking silently for another treat. He can‘t help but find this amusing, handing you a few more treats before getting back to his desk and hiding the treats from the dog for now.

While you feed her more, it gets easier to feel more comfortable, and you pet her again, her tongue sticking out as she sits beside you and lets you pet and scratch around her back. The room settles into a comfortable silence as Ghost works at his desk and you sit together on the floor with Riley. Time goes by, and another knock sounds from the door, shortly after Soap comes in. He pauses once he sees you on the floor beside Riley, not having expected to see you near a dog so soon. He points at you, about to start talking, before Ghost interrupts him.

»Why are you here, Johnny?«

Soap presses his lips together before he looks back at Ghost, getting straight to the point.

»Team‘s going out to a pub, celebrating mission, and all…« his eyes land on you, he gestures once more, »you won‘t get any alcohol.«

You can‘t help but roll your eyes at that, having assumed as much and didn‘t even try to ask for any. Ghost glances briefly at you again before giving Soap a small nod.

»When?«

»Tonight.«

Soap chirps back, making the other man grumble something under his breath. Of course they would tell him that late. You continue to pet Riley beside you, her tail wagging lightly from side to side as she watches the interaction. And, naturally, Soap can‘t help but walk over and give Riley his own few pets on her head, and coo at her like a silly idiot.

»Tonight at eight, by the way. Have a good day, you two.«

Waiting at the entrance, there‘s Price already waiting beside Soap, seeing them for the first time in civilian clothes. And seeing the captain wear a beanie hat was something you hadn‘t expected to see, but it suits him. You stand beside them shortly after having the other two arrive.

You really wanted to ask how they would let a sixteen-year-old into a pub, but it seems like they aren‘t concerned about it at all.

Walking beside Ghost, you could only do so much, considering you are both not very talkative in any way and you already spent some time with him under the company of Riley. The weather is rather grey as usual, having a chilly wind with it. But the orange-red sign at the pub and other neonsigns around it seems to warm the atmosphere up. You stay beside Ghost as you walk into the smaller pub, being hit with the smell of different liquors and alcohol in general. It makes you scrunch up your nose lightly, keeping your expression as neutral as possible. The team sits down at a table in a corner, having a view to the exit and overall bar.

You take a seat beside Ghost, the table being round and seats comfy. For a pub, it seems pretty relaxing and calm, if not cosy, so far. The man orders themselves a few drinks, Price going to the bartender to actually order them before sitting back at the table. It feels useless to sit here with them, but you also actually enjoy their company. If it wasn‘t the light smell of alcohol lingering in the air, you would‘ve probably enjoyed it more. So far, the four men are chatting and poking mostly fun at each other, staying in your seat for now and just admiring the tall, different-coloured bottles sitting at the shelves behind the bartender. Watching him handle the glasses and customers at the same time is admiring.

You can‘t help but notice the table is a little too big for just five people, making you wonder if there should be more to come. Your speculations are soon thrown away once you see three familiar people walk in, one of them looking especially happy to be here.

Farah, Alex, and the friendly pilot walk to your table, greeting you all. Farah takes a seat at your left, greeting you as well. Nikolai goes to the bartender to order the rest of the drinks, sitting at the table again with a small groan. The conversations start to fill the table again, not feeling as bored anymore now that Farah is there, having some sense of excitement in you.

Before you could think more to yourself, you are pulled out of your thoughts, Farah nudging you lightly.

»How‘s your ankle? Any better?«

You nod shortly in response, glancing down to your ankle under the table briefly.

»It doesn‘t hurt anymore. Healing nicely, without infections.« Farah seems relieved by that answer, taking a small sip of her bottle of beer.

»We put the dogs into a clinic, gave them a safe shelter. I‘m sure they‘ll find friendly homes once they get better.«

This information makes you relieved, knowing very well these dogs only acted the way they were trained to. They didn‘t know why they attacked people.

Farah gets thoughtful suddenly, steering the conversation to something different as her eyes land on your team.

»How did you manage to get a kid in?«

Price shrugs lightly in response, seemingly unbothered and having no worries about that.

»That‘s how you find out that the UK‘s pubs don‘t give a fuck about that.«

He takes a sip from his drink, making Farah huff out. She‘s surprised they didn‘t offer you alcohol so far. Not that Soap forbid you alcohol even before you went into the pub.

But that makes you notice something again, wanting to ask and find out, before Price interrupts and questions you directly.

»Now, we didn‘t come here to just celebrate the mission. I, especially the team, have an important question for you.«

He leans his forearms onto the table, having the luck that he practically sits right in front of you at the round table.

»Actually, you have a choice this time. Stay here with our team, fight with us, or drop it all and build yourself a better life.« His voice gets a bit rougher towards the end, leaning back again and cocking his head to the side. »Your choice, kid.«

It grows quiet, eyes on you, and awaiting your finally choice. It‘s tough, but you are sure that dropping this, will just lead you to being even more unstable, having nothing else to do. This is the only thing you know how to do correctly, you trust these people with all your life. Getting a proper life now would make you scared, terrified even. You have no idea what to do with yourself, and school isn‘t an option as well. Before you could overthink anything even more, you answered him surely.

»I‘m staying.«

The slight tension drops, getting some smiles from the rest and an approving nod from Price. There‘s a small ‚I knew it!‘ from Soap, seemingly happy you are staying with the team. Of course, you are also afraid of never seeing these people again by choosing to get a normal life. Lacking the knowledge of their status, dead or alive. You‘d rather not think about it, instead staying relaxed in your seat.

The triumph doesn‘t last long, finally getting to ask your question as you look at Farah beside you.

»Why did you fly all the way here? Not just for this, right?«

Farah takes you in before shooting Price a short glance. »That old man didn‘t tell you?«

After a small shake of your head, she presses her lips together and sighs out through her nose.

»I guess it‘s time for him to finally clear the air. Why are we really here, Price?«

The table falls silent again, the atmosphere getting thicker again. Filled with a sense of aniticipation, but not like before.

Finally, he sets his drink down, subtly taking out a small paper from his jacket. He sets on a more serious expression than before, seeming more dark and gravy. He lets the smaller piece of paper slide towards Gaz first beside him, the sergeant taking a look at it before sliding to the next, Soap. He takes a look, sliding it to Ghost, before it finally lands to you, taking a look at the picture. Seemingly a mugshot from an older man, dark-haired with sharp features. The man does seem just a little familiar to you, letting it slide face down to Farah. It‘s too bad you can‘t recognise the man yet, trying not to make any assumptions as well. The picture makes a full round before it lands back at Price, feeling how the atmosphere shifted dangerously quick. Even Nik looks ready to kill.

Price speaks up again, shadows falling into his face that make him look about as scary as a storm.

»Makarov.«

BONUS

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warnings - 18+ smut, thigh riding, reader has anxiety and nightmares, soft! joel, fluff, season 1 joel, no ellie, emotional, age gap (reader in mid 20s), pre established relationship,

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while trying to sleep, nightmares have been plaguing your dreams. trying to calm yourself down, you find yourself going to joel for help.

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Trying to get yourself to sleep has become an absolute impossible task. It has gotten to the point in which you don't even want to sleep at all. Finding yourself tossing and turning in your sleeping bag almost every night with little to no sleep. Since the world has changed, you've changed and it hasn't helped. Living in constant fear of endangerment has made your nervous system maxed out. Anxiety gripping and straining your lungs, making your words feel unsure and hesitant. You've always had bad anxiety and now with the way the world was, it wasn't helping. However one person has helped you unintentionally, it was Joel.

Joel found you a while back when things first started to get bad. He found you screaming for your life before saving you. Now both of you have been trying to navigate this world together as Joel tries to find his brother. You've always been so thankful for Joel, he practically saved you. He's made you feel more safe and secure in this new unsteady world, which has helped you immensely. Even with him being with you, it didn't help that your feelings felt strongly for Joel. You would get mad at yourself at times for finding him attractive, hell he was handsome for his age. But it made you feel torn, he was much older than you and it felt impossible. Sometimes you would hold his gaze for a little longer, or even wanting to feel the touch of his hands. But those things felt impossible and out of reach for you. You didn't want to ruin something that you already had with him. Plus, you also didn't want to worsen your anxiety if you did loose him.

The night air was cool and bitter, stinging at your skin. Joel had found a spot just beyond a forest to setup camp for the night. You already dreaded the anticipation of trying to sleep as you knew you wouldn't be able to. While walking over to the small area, Joel settles his pack down. You do the same and start to retrieve some of the items from your bag, including your sleeping bag.

"M' grab some wood over there." Joel says with his southern drawl.

You nod as you continue to unpack your things from your bag.

Joel comes back and starts to set up the fire, trying to keep you both warm for the night. You sit on a small log right beside him as he finally gets the fire going.

"There we go. M'uch better than sitting here freezing our asses off." Joel retorts

You exhale with a sigh and shake your head slightly, resting your head on the palms of your hands. Joel notices your contempt's and tries to look into your eyes, as you stare into the fire.

"Is everything okay darlin'?"

You look back over at Joel to see him trying to hold your gaze. Nodding lightly, you look back into the fire.

"Yeah.. just sleeps been a big issue lately." you retort

"Hell, I know how that feels." Joel snickers

Joel looks at you once again seeing that there's something much more than just the issue of sleep on your mind. You look back at him and look into his dark brown eyes, seeing a hint of warmth in his lingering gaze. Joel's facial expressions soften at the way you where looking back at him. He turns back quickly to look into the hearth of the fire.

"Is there somethin' else" Joel asks

Looking back into the fire along with Joel, you sigh for a moment before speaking about your troubling dreams.

"Well yeah, I've been having more frequent nightmares than beforehand and I'm not sure why.." you state while still looking into the burning fire.

Joel looks back at you once again trying to find your eyes. His face worried with concern. Some days Joel could see the tiredness in your gaze, but you never mentioned it until now. Your eyes would appear more dark and sunken at times, along with frequent yawns. He could see how tired you would get at times which is why he would always try to take first watch if possible to let you sleep. But this time was different, he could see the pure sleepiness on your face and it wasn't hiding. Joel began to fiddle with his fingers thinking of something or someway to help you calm your sleep terrors. He turns away back at the fire once more.

"M'aybe if we put our sleeping bags closer together. I know I usually put mine far away but, we can put them closer if ya wish" Joel retorts

You look back at him for a second a bit taken aback by his statement. You felt surprised by his offer of moving his sleeping bag closer to yours. Joel would always keep his things farther away from yours making sure to give you space. You had no idea how much Joel did deeply care about you especially after saving your life. Joel would always try to do small things for you but never wanted to invade your space as he didn't want to cross any lines with you because of his emotions. But deep down, Joel really did care and love you. It was hard for him to express this as he was unsure of your feelings for him. But sometimes you would notice him staring at you for a little longer or the way you two would walk besides each other.

You smiled softly at Joel's offer and nod at his question.

"That's fine by me Joel."

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The air had finally gotten cooler as night time finally was here. Joel had moved his sleeping bag much more closer to yours, very close in fact. Joel started to get into his sleeping bag as you tried to settle yourself down and get comfortable for the night. Rolling over you look at him as he was looking back at you, his eyes looked hazy and sleepy.

"G'night darlin" Joel's southern drawl hangs before falling asleep

"Goodnight Joel" you say sleepily

You do admit, it feels much more safer having Joel sleeping much more closely by your side. With his safety you finally found yourself falling asleep.

Running through the main streets of your old city, you felt your breath leaving your body. Unsure of where to hide and go, feeling yourself trapped in a box. You run into one of the small gas stations near your former house closing the door behind you just before a clicker got inside. Racing to the back of the store, you where halted by the clicker slamming your body to the floor. Trying to fight off the clicker your body starts to tremble as you cry and scream for your life.

You wake up with a sudden jolt as your breath became very erratic. Putting your hand over your heart you tried to calm yourself down from the nightmare you just experience. Even just trying to get one night's rest has been an absolute problem and you just didn't want to deal with it anymore. Feeling yourself becoming a bit more steady, you start to well up with tears. Joel hears your tears and breathing as he wakes up suddenly and hears your cries. He get's up and out of his sleeping bag and goes over to yours.

"Hey hey.. darlin' what's wrong?" Joel coos

You take a second to calm yourself down trying to catch your shaky breaths.

"Another nightmare..." you replied back shaky

Joel looks at you with a tender expression, trying to think of something to help. He thinks of an idea but is unsure of your response.

"Do you want me to stay in the sleeping bag with you?" Joel asks his expression still soft and tender.

At this point, you just needed something to take your mind off of your dreams and help you sleep. You nod at Joel's response as you move over to let him get into your sleeping bag. Joel get's in and immediately settles you down by taking you into his arms. Both of you lying down in the sleeping bag together. Joel wraps his arms around you holding you close to his chest. You embrace his warmness, the sent of pine and oak radiating from him. Joel rubs his arms up and down your back holding you closely to him trying to ease the fever dream.

"S' gonna be alright" Joel says softly.

In that moment, you felt so safe and so sound underneath his arms. You didn't want to admit but you really liked Joel holding you like this. You began to feel your heart racing, that nervous feeling coming back to you. Joel looks down at you, trying to find your eyes. Joel was trying so hard not wanting to do more for you in that moment. He could feel your nervousness and tense feelings after having that dream, he wanted to do so much more for you. Looking up at him, you finally catch his gaze as you two both stared intensely into eachothers eyes. Joel was still holding you close, moving his hands down to your hips tenderly. You unconsciously moved your head a little bit closer to his almost as if you where grazing his lips. Joel noticed this and moved his head closer to yours. In this moment, you two where just inches from each other's lips. There was so much hesitation found in Joel, he didn't know what to do in that moment. Your breath was starting to hitch, feeling his hands over your hips tenderly grazing over them. Joel moved one hand to gently cup your cheek, as he reaches in to kiss you gently.

After so much hesitation, Joel finally kissed you in that moment. You felt a bit surprised but leaned into his lips embracing the tender touch. Joel continued to kiss you gently as you moved your hands to his chest. Joels grib became a bit tighter on your hips moving you even closer to him. At this point you where practically straddling his right thigh while you wrapped your left leg around his waist. Joel pulls away from the kiss for a brief moment.

"Darlin.. what do you need from me right now..?" Joel asks softly.

You where already straddling his right thigh while both of you where entangled in the tight sleeping bag. The space starting to become a bit claustrophobic for you. Staring at him gently, there was a little hint of darkness in his eyes. But tenderness still resided in his gaze towards you. You look away for a moment before being pulled back into his gaze. You've always had some fantasies about being with Joel like this, although nothing really super intimate as this.

"I think.. I want to sit up for a moment.." you say

Joel looks a bit confused as he readjusts himself to sit up in the tight setting. You sit yourself up as well as you find his gaze once again. Readjusting yourself, you climb ontop of his lap straddling his right thigh once again. Joel looked down briefly then realized what it was that you wanted. He moved his hands towards your waist, pulling you more towards his embrace. Looking up at the way you where straddling him, he started to feel hard. He didn't want to cross any lines with you previously, but you clearly felt a certain way about him that he couldn't help. Joel got closer to your face and whispered very softly and tenderly.

"You wanna' ride my thigh?" Joel asked his gaze darker than before

You felt yourself heat up even more than before as you didn't know what to say to his words. Not saying a word you nod as you began to slowly grind into his right thigh. You had to readjust yourself, trying to find that right spot that felt good. Joel held you closer to him, his right hand holding your back. His left hand holding onto your hip helping you steadily. You began to grind into his tigh, feeling a wave of pleasure surge though you. Feeling the pleasure you began to moan and mumble under his touch. Joel was holding you so tightly and closely that it turned you on even more. Joel never left your gaze, still looking into your eyes as he began to groan himself. Joel started to place gentle kisses down your neck, as he assisted with your grinding. Joel readjusted his thigh helping you to grind even deeper into him and his touch. You held onto his shoulders trying to steady yourself from the pleasure. Your moans began to get a little bit louder with each grind hitting that spot that sends waves of pleasure through your system. In that moment, the world didn't exist besides Joel and you together. Joel started to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, sending more feelings into your heart.

"Your doing so well darlin', keeping grinding into me just like that" Joel groans into your ear

Your pace became a bit faster as your breath hitched more and more. Joels embrace still making you feel safe and secure in his arms. Joel helped you a little more as he readjusted his thigh again helping you to deepen the pleasure. Joels moans became louder along with your's. You feel your high coming to a climax as you knew you where going to cum. Joel looks deeply into your eyes again as he kisses you once again, this time more passionately.

"Cum for me sweetheart'" Joel said breathy

You finally came as you felt yourself pooling in pleasure. Resting your head on his shoulder as he held onto you and let you settle down from your high. He pulled back to look at your face as you looked back into his eyes.

"Thank you Joel.. for always keeping me safe.." you say softly to him

"I just wanna be gentle with you.. take care of you.. love you.." Joel confesses to you.

Joel brings you back down into the sleeping bag as he wraps his arms around you. Keeping you close to his embrace, you felt his security and warmness become a fabric of your being. Finally after having that horrible dream, you fell gently into the arms of someone who wanted to keep you safe. That man was Joel Miller.