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anadiasmount · 1 year ago

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limit - jude bellingham series.

quick sum: shy and innocent uni student by day but a notorious street racer at night, meets now currently best footballer jude bellingham under certain circumstances. what happens when these two are forced to get along, in order for them to get out of trouble? will they sacrifice their careers in order to protect themselves?

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psa 🗣️: hello! this is a request mixed with an idea i had. this is a small five-part series since I didn’t want to do a large fic. i really hope you enjoy since it’s a enemies to lovers, ‘she fell but he fell harder’, car girl! reader, and jude being somewhat cocky and mean but a huge teddy bear. pls note that i don’t condone any street racing or hectic driving! this series will have mature content so minors DNI 🔞. it will also contain other issues dealing with family domestic issues, mentions of being insecure, etc, but I'll place the warning then :) please enjoy chapter one, and let me know your thoughts! 🤍

“Now class I hate to stress this enough but you have to take exquisite and thorough notes. It will not only guide you but help and take you to the correct path for this course,” said Professor Alto. I felt like rolling my eyes and walking out of the lecture room, but instead, I just turned over and laughed with Marie, who was already staring at me. “He says that every class period, I'm starting to get annoyed because we’ve been taking this class for the past month,” Marie snickers.

“True but in all honesty he does have a point,” I raise my eyebrow and look back at the Professor who was now walking back and forth presenting the slides. “Shut up. We get it you’re smart,” Marie groans and pushes my shoulder, taking out some gum and then paying attention forward. “I'm sorry, I would like to run my own business one day, and this is where I have to start first.” This time I push her shoulder, and hear her mutter a ‘Yeah yeah whatever…’

I grabbed my bag and pulled out my notebook, took different coloured pens, and began to write down the slides, using other different coloured pens to write important texts and or highlights. It’s just girly things. We would be here for a while, as this lecture would take up to three hours, so I got comfortable. “What are you wearing tonight?” Marie whispered, leaning her head on my shoulder as she typed away.

“Probably something black,” I shrugged, “I might wear this new corset top and black jeans since I'm racing tonight.” Marie looked over at me with wide eyes, “But isn't your car still in the shop?”

“No, it got fully fixed two days ago, and tonight I wanna see if the new adjustments are working properly,” I say, taking a sip of water and rubbing my eyes as they feel dry. “Y/n are you sure that’s a good idea though? You just got your car back, and knowing how you race, especially after just getting it back can be dangerous. If something happens, all that work that was done would go to waste,” Marie stresses, and I notice that because she began to talk with her hands.

“I know the risks, trust me. But I need this money for me, my mom, and my little sister. I'm working two double shifts and if I win tonight, I'm set for the next two months. It won’t be an easy race, but at this point what more can I do?” I sigh and rub my temple, a small migraine wanting to form.

It wasn't easy anymore. It became harder when we had to move out of my dad’s place as he began to become a different and mad person. It wasn’t the environment I wanted to be involved in, let alone my mother and sister. It became especially harder when he came and did mass destruction on our property, and tried to hurt us. The night repeatedly lives in my head, the screams, the yelling, the smashing windows, the red and blue lights, it's hard to sleep as any time I close my eyes I just see him.

I always had a great relationship with him. We were close and happy. I grew up wanting to be him, and he always set examples and tried for us. He would do my hair, teach me how to cook his chocolate chip cookies, and even go on to show me how to play the piano. We spent every weekend working in his mechanic shop, working on dear old Darla for one day to be driven by me. The old black Ford was now ruined into pieces when he went crazy after discovering he would be arrested.

What changed in him to become that way, was the question I kept repeating over and over again. If the truth comes out one day, maybe we can be at peace. But for now, it's being cautious and assuring the safety of my family. I sacrificed a lot to be able to support us, as well as my mom. The car racing was something I randomly got into, my mom didn't like it, but in a way for me, I escaped reality.

The adrenaline rush. The speed. The rush overtakes my body. The determination to win as the prize in the end holds a lot of possession. Maybe even the idea of it being illegal also took a more motive of why not, as bad as it sounded. I became a hell of a driver, I was the best of the best, and some people took that personally.

The tracks and races became a second home to me. The ability to conduct and take charge of my own was truly an honour. For once, only I listened to myself instead of others. For once I could do something that made me happy, as much as it felt wrong to do. I met people, good and bad, and stayed away from the bad as they reminded me of my dad. A weekend like tonight started at the tracks but indeed by the city in the underground club Sahara.

I saved enough to buy myself a 2014 black Dodge Challenger. Slowly I made work by changing the motor from a V6 to a V8, running to almost 470 horsepower. The rims were also replaced with all black, and I added other features like a loud exhaust and a cold air intake system, just recently. This would’ve never been done if I didn't have Jimmy, an old friend of my dad’s. He never questioned what I did to my car, just wished me ‘good luck, and be careful’.

When my mom found out about my car, she threatened to kick me out. That same night I brought back $1,800 and left them on the table, muttering a quick “This is why I do what I do”. Since then she hasn’t questioned, just used the money for savings, groceries, and bills. I would of course help out, especially on bigger and expensive things, like Uni. Uni was expensive, and I sure as heck was lucky to afford what I could.

My first race was over a year ago, in the older tracks leaving Madrid. It was a secluded area only known to nearby residents, or people like me who raced, or those who went to live life a little. You could expect anyone there. I knew of this place after Marie and her girlfriend Kaia took me. My first race was that same night after a girl got pissed at me for accidentally bumping her shoulder with her boyfriend.

One thing led to another, and then you saw me at the finish line in Marie’s Grey Nissan Altima. That baby could run, period.

Part of me could say I also got addicted to how much money it would bring home. I didn't care if it was clean or dirty money, it met my needs, and I was grateful for it. Multiple people have gone against me but they can’t race like I can. There are tips and tricks to it, whether it is releasing the clutch early or letting the car struggle a bit before making the shift. Slow down or maybe speed up. You learn along the way.

My biggest rivals of them all were Jacey and Jacqueline. They made my life a living hell a week before finals. They insisted and threatened me to race them or else I would be kicked out and can’t ever place my foot on the tracks. They were the best anyone had seen, but I knew what they wanted. They were a part of a malicious gang in the northern part of Spain. If I won, I would be free and they were to never bother me, but if I lost I would do laundering and drug exchange.

I won that night, by some miracle. It turned out Jacey was racing unfairly and it didn't count as he had cheated. They would always go against me, and it became sort of a rival race whenever we did go against each other. Like tonight. Tonight would be a big night, it would be a packed race, and surely every young adult would be there.

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re going against Jacqueline tonight? How could you have failed to tell me this?” Marie ran, her back across the wall as I got myself a redbull to survive the rest of the day. We had a 20-minute break, and now we were seated outside waiting to go back in.

“I didn’t know either, Max texted me this just a couple of hours ago,” I said, taking a sip of the energy drink. I pulled out my phone and showed her the message. “Well, I can see why you’re doing this then,” Marie points to the text of the amount of cash I could win. “What did you end up fixing in your car?”

“I did a bit of mostly everything. I added high-flow catalytic converters, high-flow mid pipes, high-flow fuel injectors, high-flow air induction systems, an upgraded header, and upgraded pulleys. Just newer stuff that the new challengers have nowadays,” I say, laughing at Marie's confused face staring back at me. “Well whatever you said, let’s hope it works out.”

“Trust me it will. Because you’ll be in the seat next to me to see” I smirked.

“Bitch no I am not, the fuck?” Marie gives me a puzzled look. I give her a look for using such profanity. I hated it, I didn't like such strong and hateful words, especially those that meant hurting someone's feelings. I never cursed, I just didn't see the fun or thrill of it, which shocked many.

“You are because you lost the bet last week. And Sheila is out of town. So better bring your mask and helmet,” I say, opening my iPad to get some studying done before my business class after this lecture. “Plus when have you ever turned down the opportunity to ride with me? I know you secretly love it,” I wink at her to which he just shakes her head and smirks.

“I'll do it, but only if you wear the black midi skirt I got you. As a matter of fact, I’ll ride with you only if you let me get you ready and get you sexy,” Marie says. I blush profusely and immediately shake my head no. I would rather die than be seen wearing anything more revealing than my boobs. I'm just too shy and not confident for it. I can’t rock outfits like Marie can.

“Funny but no. You know me, I am good with a revealing top and maybe some tight jeans,” I brushed her idea once again, but knowing how she could be, especially when she's a fashion major, it would be hard. “Either deal or no deal. You know you need me in order to race,” she tries to intimidate to which I finally agree. “I will make you the sexiest girl there. Who knows maybe you’ll be lucky and get laid,” she taunts, an evil grin on her lips.

“Marie!”

“Oh quit the act. We know you are shy and innocent, but you become a freak and a total show when you race. I'll see you tonight,” she winks and walks out, completely leaving the lecture.

—/— Jude’s Point of View —/—

After matches came recovery. And after recovery, it was either a day off or prepping for the next match. Luckily I had the gym area to myself, working with a physical trainer on my knee and doing a few exercises that were as much work. I just needed something to preoccupy my mind before I met with my publicist. It's not that I hated him, I just didn't tolerate such a person like him.

I dragged out this meeting as far as possible but knowing how he is, he wouldn't care. After briefly talking with the PT about a few stretches I could do at home, I walked down the cafeteria and met up with Eduardo, who invited lunch for the both of us. We sat down and just talked about the game plays and the upcoming international break.

Lunch went by quickly, now I found myself walking down the small hallway into the office that belonged to my publicist. I resented him even more for working at the training grounds. I would rather be anywhere else but here. I put myself together and walked into the office only for it to be empty. I just take a seat and go on my phone bored. When Jaime does walk in, he hangs up and opens the manilla folder, where stacks of papers are in.

“Jude you have to quit going out so much! Look at all these articles!” Jaime raised his voice and threw the printed papers onto the marble desk. I rolled my eyes and sunk into my chair, my legs naturally spread apart, as my hand came to my temple.

“Real Madrid’s new star boy stars on and off the pitch. Ancelotti’s new golden boy has a record similar to Grealish, could we expect to see the young player get involved in the same stuff? Oh, my favourite, Jude Bellingham is seen leaving the strip club after the place was recently investigated by local authorities!” Jaime read off the articles, leaning forward to slap the side of my head, when he noticed my unfazed look. “Okay, I get it! Shit!”

“No Jude you don’t get it! How many times have I told you this isn't England? You're in Spain. Dealing with both countries who are on your ass to find every single detail of you. They follow you around with a camera because you let them, you give them a reason too. It's already the fans doing it, but the paparazzi, no I won’t let that slide,”

“Okay, so what do you want me to do? I’ve done everything you’ve suggested me to do! I can’t stop them, or else I'll end up on the cover the next morning. I can’t just quit my fun, because of them. I deserve to have a nice evening with my friends and family, but they're always there!” I bite back.

Not even my mother keeps tabs on me like this man does. I appreciate Jaime, but it's moments like this where I want to get up and leave and do the opposite of what he tells me to do. He takes his job too seriously and overworks himself way too much. I can’t exactly be the person he wants me to be. I hate being driven around or being forced to be someone I'm not.

“We have no say and do on the paparazzi, you know that. But if you keep doing what you do, I'll have to get you a stricter PR contract, and I can assure you, it will be hell. You choose Jude. One more fuck up and it's the first text you’ll receive the next morning,” Jaime threatened.

“You can’t be serious. Jaime, I can’t be hidden away the entire time! I don’t give a shit about what they think of me! I'm focused on football and my family. I told you to let them be and write what they write!,” I say, standing up and grabbing my training bag to leave. “It's my job to protect your image as a person and footballer, Jude. And it will be like that. If you have such an issue, go ahead and fire me, but we both know what that will do for the both of us…”

“One more fuck up Jude, and you will see.” I scoff and walk out, slamming his door. The office workers jump in their seats, while I mumble out curses and insults towards him. Would he really go that far just to keep his job? Threaten my image for his self-satisfaction? Yes, he would. I sigh and scratch my chin impatiently, trying to come up with a different plan to avoid the PR contract he was talking about. But all I could do was come up with reasons and stuff to piss him off.

The idea of a PR stunt sounded stupid. Sure, I have had my share of scandals but nothing too serious like he dramatises. People just can't seem to stand the idea of no commitment, especially if it involves girls. They also couldn't stand the idea of a footballer wanting to go out and enjoy a night of themselves. Some people can be so unreasonable, like Jaime, I would say what I had to say, and I didn't care for anyone’s feelings especially if I spit out the truth.

“Yo! Hey Jude! What’s up? Looks like you got back from speaking with Carlo,” Eduardo comes up and dabs me up, teasing me for my stressed look. I chuckle, “Nah man. My publicist is pissing me off. Trying to tell me what to do and giving me shit about all these articles.”

“When will they learn,” he comments, his brow nudging to the obvious. “For the moment mine hasn't given me ‘advice’ or ‘warnings’ after our trip to South France.”

“Well lucky you. I just can’t stress about this shit right now. We have the upcoming important games, and I am determined to win. And if I do go out, he shouldn’t be up my ass about it every time,” I groan, taking out my phone and seeing a call from Aurélien. “Tchou, how can I help you?” I joke, referring to when he dealt with his situationship while on our trip to France.

“Ha ha, very funny. What are you up to tonight? We’re free tomorrow.”

“Probably nothing. Just walked out on my publicist, so If you have anything in mind to do, say it,” I put the phone on speaker so Eduardo could hear, and let him know. “Me and the guys were gonna head out the city to go to a car meet, out of Madrid,” he says. I give a look to Eduardo who just shrugs his shoulders not retaining the information.

“A car meet? Those exist here?”

“Yes, dumbass. You’d be surprised but, they're very fun. Although we shouldn't be there, it's the only place where people and paparazzi can’t recognize us. They treat each other and us like royalty, plus who wouldn’t mind some fun?” Aurélien says to us. I hesitate, only because of what just happened inside, but also the idea of it being illegal and caught. “You guys in or not?”

“Count me in.”

Jaime wouldn't know. And if Aurélien is saying we wouldn't be recognized, then why the fuck not? I'm not here to just pose for cameras and play. I'm also a regular person who deserves to live his life the way I want. Part of me thought of how bad this idea could be, but truthfully I didn’t give a shit, I just wanted to piss off Jaime. Aurélien advises us to dress nice since people who attended those car races often thought of them as fashion shows. Which is found myself calling the only girl who could help me out.

“Hey, Sunny? Sorry for the late call, could you help me out with an outfit for tonight? Just don't mention it to Jaime.”

—/— (Your Point of View) —/—

“Ok no- That’s like way too revealing! I couldn't pull that off” I brushed away the shortest skirt she found. “Nuh uh- No way. You're going to wear it, and it's going to be worn with these shoes and lace meshy top,” Marie comes behind me and puts both hangers to my front. “My whole butt is out in this skirt! People are gonna see my-” I waved with my hands to my lower region to which she snickers.

“Either you race or don’t,” Marie says, to which I just squint my eyes together. “Fine! I will at least pick out my jacket!” I pick up the clothes and quickly change into the pieces of clothes she gave me. My makeup was already done, a simple and not too heavy look since I had to wear a mask and helmet underneath while I raced. All I had to do was take my hair out of my rollers and apply some deodorant and jewellery and we could make the drive down.

Marie gasped as I walked out, clapping her hands excitedly as she approached me. “You look so fucking hot, I could make out with you!” Her hands roam and fix my skirt so they pull lower and hang around my hips. I give her a look but she quickly shrugs me. I go to the mirror and tug on both items. “I don't know whether to pull this up or or tug it down,” I say shuffling.

“Hurry! Fix your hair and put your boots on. You have a race to win!”

I pose for a selfie when I see Marie point her phone towards me, my hands on the steering wheel as I pull into the gravel road that heads to the main road to the tracks. Goosebumps raise my skin as I hear the music and loud car exhaust as we pull in. Other cars are doing donuts, which I find silly, or showing off their engines. “Hi Matty, how are ya tonight?” I ask the middle-aged man who sighs and hands me my racer number and time slot. He’s tired of his job, but just like everyone else here, he has his reasons. “Same old same old. I bet money on ya tonight, so you better win against that trashy girl Jacqueline,” he points out, handing me back the cashback after I paid. “Good luck tonight, make us proud!” he winks.

I smile and shift to one as I drive down to the start of the line. The tracks are old and kinda messy. They can shift from gravel to normal roads, which causes some drivers to lose focus. “Nervous for tonight?” Marie asks to which I nervously nod. “I mean it's against Jacqueline, we’ve had our shares in the past and she’s good,” I say.

“Yeah but not as good as you. Keep that in mind. Just think of the money, it will be your motive,” she says. We open the door and step out, I hear commotion and then look up to people cheering for me. I wave and thank them before walking over to our group who’s standing by the starting line. We all hug and chat about the race, which is filled with a lot of rivals going head to head.

I could feel my blood pumping as I watched the two Mustangs take out, their exhaust fumes following. The excitement you face also comes to anticipation as you watch which car will make it first to the end. The yellow Mustang wins by .4 seconds after they race for almost two minutes. I turn to the side when I hear my name being called, “Y/n, when are we gonna race?”

“As soon as you let me see what’s under your hood,” they scoff and walk off. It would've been too easy…

—/— (Jude’s Point of View) ---/—

The black LV suit was perfect for the occasion. Aurélien was right, people do dress as if they were attending fashion shows here. We all decided to go in two cars, making the almost forty-minute drive down to this closed-off restricted area. We followed the guide who led us up to the almost ‘VIP’ area.

The commotion was loud. People were either drinking, making out, or dancing. Or those who wanted to feel lucky, gambled money by playing poker. This truly did feel like a bad idea now, but I couldn't care less now that I was drinking a beer. We had clear and perfect views of the track, I was lucky to attend an F1 show in the past but this? This was completely different.

Fancy or new cars racing, and it was just the beginning. I talked with Eduardo for a good time as I observed the loud car go head to head towards the finish line. Music played loudly, but as Aurélien had said, no one recognized us. We step out and that’s when I notice the black challenger pull in. Two girls step out, but it's the driver who gets my attention. She chews gum and listens with boredom as they explain the rules to her.

My eyes roam down her slim and fit body, and I get a closer look when she quickly puts on her mask and helmet. I find myself not being able to look away, especially after she faces her opponent, ignoring their truce handshake. She’s too confident and now has my full attention.

Her windows are rolled down, her hand on the wheel, and the other is on the gear shift, patiently waiting for the light to turn green. “Who’s that?” I finally speak, completely forgetting I was in mid-conversation with Eduardo. “That’s Y/n in the black challenger. And in the red camaro is Jacqueline. They hate their guts, biggest rivals after Jacqueline's brother cheated on a race. Y/n, she’s the best of the best…” speaks a different guy. “Word on the street is that Jacqueline is involved in a gang, but who knows,” he says.

Y/n pulls out her thumb signalling she’s ready, and then quickly drives off when the light turns green. Just like the guy had said, she was the best of the best, quickly drifting and turning onto the tracks. Her car was faster than the red camaro, and you could tell the determination to win was there. I just waited for it to go the other way.

Soon yelling and commotion started when Jacqueline caught up, and took the lead, Y/n just maintained her speed and control as before. “What is she doing? She’ll lose if she doesn't catch up!” said another guy. I furrowed my brows and crossed my arms, looking back at the two cars on the race track. I didn’t understand how this worked, but it looked like not even I could make those turns, especially at those speeds.

Everyone gasped or oohed when the camaro lost control and failed to do the sharp tight turn correctly, cheering when Y/n went back to the lead and quickly made it to the finish line. We walked down to the starting line where she got out, and put her hands up, and cheered. She took her helmet and mask off, and that's when I truly was drawn to her facial features. “Bro? You’re drooling,” Brahim joked to which I just pushed his shoulder.

The crowd went quiet as the red camero pulled in, an angry Jacqueline and passenger getting off to confront Y/n. “You cheated!” she points at her to which the girl wearing all black just snorted and chuckled, “No babes. You just suck. I won, just like the other times before. Now go whine somewhere else and leave us alone for once.”

Her eyes connected with mine, and it felt like time just slowly flew by. Her lips parted, as she took me in, her hand holding the helmet and now stack of cash. She looked away and shyly smiled towards her friends, them congratulating her. She would nod then and there and only stick with those friends. “I’ll be back. Going to congratulate the winner,” I say and smile at Eduardo who wishes me luck. I don't need luck I'm Jude Bellingham.

I was determined to know more about her. Who she was, and why she raced especially. But before I could introduce myself, a loud bang and glass shattering prevented me from doing so. The last I saw while we ran was Y/n getting into her car and driving away. A loud car pulled near us, the familiar face and eyes locking with mine.

“Hurry! Get in!”

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hiiiii! first chapter eeekkkk! I hope you all enjoyed it and didn't think this was too long! I truly enjoyed writing this, and can't wait for you guys to read the rest. I'm also praying this doesn't flop or I'll be really upset... have an amazing day!

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marinvolk · 1 year ago

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Since grandmaster honorary queer man David Jenkins taught us all that things like genre and tone are apparently irrelevant now, I’d like to bless you all with my first ever attempt at writing fan fiction. I present to you:

The Night is Dark and Full of Muppets

Stede threw his arms up. “You can’t blame Izzy every time you smash something when you’re upset, Ed!”

“There’s a darkness inside me,” Ed said from the dining room table, glaring daggers at the broom handle lying in two pieces on the floor; he’d broken it against his knee when Stede had mentioned wanting to talk about his anger management issues. The broom had been in his hands because he’d been sweeping up a broken kettle, which he’d broken because it had been ‘giving him a funny look’. “Izzy won’t let me be Ed. He wants the Kraken. You wanted me to be Blackbeard. Remember when you said how fugly I looked without my beard?”

Stede rolled his eyes. “I did not say that. Come on, Ed.”

“Your eyes said it. They looked at me and said, ‘you look so fugly, not-Blackbeard.’ It’s Izzy’s fault I broke the broom.”

“Really, Ed? I don’t know if you remember, but we buried Izzy. It quite literally cannot be his fault—”

“Then it was Pop-Pop’s fault.”

Stede did a double take. “Who is Pop-Pop?”

“My fisherman dad. He and my fisherman brother—I never gave him a name because I never actually had a brother—took me in when I left you at the docks. For a time, I was happy again, loved, content.” Ed’s eyes watered. “I was Ed.”

Stede scoffed. “Ed, you were gone for a night.”

Ed banged his fist on the table. “I was Ed! Pop-Pop made me go get my leathers!” Ed sobbed. “Pop-Pop made me!”

Stede’s face crumpled into a very muppet-like expression. “What?”

“You just don’t want me to be Ed, do you? You think Blackbeard’s better! Pop-Pop told me to go do the only thing I was good at, so I had to go be Blackbeard again! It’s all your, Izzy’s, and Pop-Pop’s fault that I can’t be Ed!”

“I want you to be Ed, I just don’t like when you throw all our things at the wall!”

Ed snapped, “I wouldn’t throw things at the wall if they weren’t there when I get mad! Maybe we just need a maid!”

“Christ, Ed! We can’t afford a maid because we bought too much fishing equipment—”

They both stilled as lightning split the skies beyond the window of the shitty inn by the sea, darkness falling like a heavy shroud. The candles went out in a hissing puff.

Stede glanced to the door. “Do you hear that?”

Something on the porch. A footstep? No, something thumping. Strange. That had almost sounded like…

The door creaked open.

Silhouetted against the moonglow, a man stood clad in black. A seagull perched upon his shoulder with knowing, very hex-filled eyes.

A voice that sounded like someone was whispering cigarettes said, “The night is dark and full of muppets.”

Stede glanced at Ed. “That isn’t…?”

Ed swallowed, taking a step toward the door. “Izzy? Is that you, man? How? We buried you!”

“You took my ring. You took my cravat. You took my leg. You took my redemption arc. You took my family.” One gold-painted unicorn hoof slid forward as a familiar face loomed from the darkness. “Now, I’m taking it all back. Edward Teach—born on a beach—prepare to taste lead!”

Izzy whipped out an AK47 from the darkness. A maelstrom of bullets thundered through the inn, peppering Ed’s body until he was flailing back and forth like Kermit the Frog. Meanwhile, Stede hurled himself to the floor and scrambled under the table as Buttons shot laser beams from his beady seagull eyes, destroying the remnants of a porcelain vase that Ed had hurled against the wall only just the night before, when Stede had yawned too loudly for his liking.

The whisper-cigarette voice said, “Stede Bonnet, you fooken twat. Get up, muppet. We got a ship to catch.”

Stede crawled out from the table, staring up at Izzy with wide eyes. “What are you, oh, sea prince who was promised?”

“Me?” Izzy pulled out a pair of sunglasses, put them on, and said, “I’m the motherfooken unicorn.”

No, I will not be taking any critique, you media illiterate cretins. This is 100% plausible because DJ never actually said that seagulls in this universe can’t shoot laser beams from their eyes. Also, the fact that Izzy knows a song from the 1940s is in fact proof that he’s also a time traveler, therefore the AK47 is officially canon appropriate. In fact, this is so plausible—remember, genre and tone are no longer important—that it’s basically just the new ending.

#ofmd critical #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd izzy #ofmd izzy critical #ofmd fanfic #behold my genre bending magnum opus #ofmd #izzy hands

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incompleteth0ts · 6 months ago

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No more birthdays

Percy fucked up. Percy fucked up big time.

Percy threw himself behind one of the crumbling pillars that were still left standing in Olympus’ golden halls as one of his father's life-sized nude statues went flying and smashing against the floor where Percy was just standing.

The marble flooring crack beneath Percy's feet as his grandfathers laughter grew louder and closer.

“There is no point in hiding from me, grandson. As your 16th birthday creeps nearer, I begin to gain more power. You will die halfling. You and all those you hold dear,”

Percy screamed as Kronos swung backbiter down on him in a wide arc.

“No!”

Percy cursed as the top of his head hit the top bunk of his bed.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Are you ok, sweetie?”

Percy rubbed on the growing knot on his forehead. “Yeah, Mom I’m fine, just a bad dream. Sorry for waking you.”

Percy listened for the retreating sound of his mother's footsteps faintly hearing Paul on the other side of the door asking if he was alright. Percy felt a little bad for waking his stepfather (?) up, because he knew that his mom would be able to read between the lines and understand that the nightmares he was having weren’t the kind that could be explained and reasoned away, not that Percy and Sally both haven’t tried lying to themselves about the nightmares that always found their way to him.

He couldn’t tell Paul that he was having nightmares about his grandfather and not seem like a complete lunatic.

When he could hear the sound of his mom’s bedroom door closing, Percy climbed out of bed and opened his bedroom window to step outside and onto the fire escape.

Percy stared at the moon that was washed out by light pollution and midnight clouds as he cursed his rotten luck.

Thalia.

The luckiest demigod Percy knew. She died and came back to life only to be granted immortality. Thalia was all the things Percy wished he was. Prophecy free.

The daughter of Zeus was…kind of disappointing to be around. She was bossy and liked to tell Percy what to do and get mad when he didn’t want to do it. He could see where Annabeth got it from.

Thalia had managed to avoid becoming the prophecy child. Another thing Percy envied about her. Thalia had found a loophole around it all.

She’ll never age, never turn sixteen, never have to fight Kronos, never have to die a second time.

Luckiest person ever.

Maybe Percy could convince his dad to turn him into a local flora. Maybe a Jasmine plant, his mom liked Jasmine or maybe a lily pad.

Percy climbed back into bed and dreamed of frogs and hot tea.

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“You cannot hide from me forever, Perseus Jackson. I will find you, and when I do, I will handle you just as I handled your father,”

Percy watched in horror as the ground underneath him split open, revealing miles on miles of teeth. Percy tried to jump out of the way but was pushed forward into his awaiting doom.

Percy turned around and locked eyes with a frazzled blonde woman, turning the baby swaddled in her arms around so that it could watch him fall.

Percy gasped when his face connected with the carpet in his bedroom. Percy sat up to glare at the pillow he had shoved in between the bars of the top bunk of his bed and rubbed his bruising forehead. If this kept up, Percy would start to turn into an even bigger seaweed head.

Percy untangled his legs from his dark blue cover as he tuned into his mom’s and Paul’s conversation.

“I want to ask him this time. I don’t want him to think that I don’t care about him.”

“Percy knows you care, Paul, but he’d feel bad if he woke you up.”

“I know, but I’m worried too, Sally. This is the third time this week.”

Percy, unable to listen in on his mom and Paul's argument about him, decided to choose for them. “Paul is that you?” Percy giggled at the audible, flailing from the other side of the door.

“Y-yeah, buddy, it’s me. Are you feeling okay? I thought I heard something fall? Buddy? When have I ever called him that?”

“Everything’s fine. I just fell off my bed.”

Percy could hear his mom trying not to laugh at Paul's kind-hearted attempt at checking on him.

“Looks like Sally didn't tuck you in tight enough tonight. I'll leave her a one-star rating in the morning.”

Percy laughed at Paul's joke and collected himself from the floor.

“If everything's alright in there, then I'll leave you alone. Try and head back to sleep, Percy. After all, tomorrow's a special day.”

Percy froze from his spot on his bed.

Tomorrow was a special day?

Perch leaned over to check the time on his alarm clock.

12:03, August 17.

Tomorrow will be his 15th birthday, and today will be his last day as a 14-year-old.

Tomorrow will be his last year to live.

Percy felt ill.

He broke into a cold sweat and tried falling back asleep like Paul had said.

Six hours later, his mom came knocking on his door to wake him up from school.

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“Goodnight Percy.”

Mom bent down so she could kiss the top of my head and twirl my hair in her fingers.

“Good night, Mom. Love you.”

Mom smiled at me like she was being reminded of all the reasons she loved me, too.

“I love you, too. Now go to sleep honey, tomorrow's a special day for my special little man.”

My mom looked at me as if I was aging right in front of her. She's been looking at me like that a lot recently.

“Sleep tight, Percy.”

“I will. Night Paul!”

“Goodnight Percy! Try not to fall out of bed again!”

“Paul Blofis, you think you are so funny!” Mom turned to me as if she couldn’t believe half the things that Paul said to us like he was the Greek anomaly.

“I'll see you in the morning, sweetheart.”

Mom closed the door behind her, and I turned to face my blinking alarm clock.

10:58, August 17.

Only a couple more hours until my birthday. Only a couple more hours until my final countdown.

I played with the edge of my blanket as I tried to fall asleep. I thought of the tips I was given at camp to help me fall asleep faster.

Slowing my breathing, sitting up straight, lifting, and lowering limbs. Nothing was working.

11:07, August 17.

This wasn't going to work.

I yanked the blankets off of me and threw them on the floor. Tip-toeing on them, I made my way to the fire escape.

Unlatching my window, I lifted the glass enough to slip out closed it behind me before the nightlife woke up Mom and Paul. I leaned against the safety rail and stared at the moonlace sprouting in Artemis’ glow.

It was a miracle that the flower had managed to survive this long. This single sprout will live longer than I ever will, and it'll be all Mom will have left of me.

I turned my back to the moonlace.

The thought of turning 15 made my stomach twist even more so than the thought of turning 16.

I wanted to get angry like I used to when I was 12. Since the day I was born, the world has been punishing me for all the bad stuff my dad has done, and now I'm doomed to be killed for all the bad my grandfather will do.

I paced the tight space available to me on the fire escape. I was starting to sound like a revenge-hungry lunatic.

I returned to my sulking position on the fire escape railing. I didn't want to grow old.

“It's rather late nephew, shouldn't young boys such as yourself be tucked away in bed.”

I nearly fell over the side of the railing. Two robed arms circle my waist and pull me back to safety.

I was pulled back into the chest of someone who should not be in front of my bedroom window.

“Be careful nephew; it would be a shame to have Thanatos claim you before me.”

I turned around, so I was face-to-face with the man holding me to their chest.

Standing in front of me in all his ten-foot glory was Lord Hades himself.

He was backed into the corner closet to my closed window and tall enough to curl around it. It was like looking at Batman before he launched and attacked.

I nervously looked down at the metal platform we were standing on. The metal didn't give a rickety squeal like it usually did when more than one person got on.

Hades looked assumed with my untrusting panic. He curled his massive body around, blocking my view from the alley and pressing me against the window pane.

I hoped Mom or Paul didn't try to check in on me like they've been doing lately.

“Scared that we'll fall, Perseus?”

Scared of a lot of things right now, falling is only one of them and by the look of things the least deadly.

“Yeah, just a little bit. What about you? When they were calculating the weight limit, I don’t think they took any Gods above the height of 7’3” into account.”

Hades seemed to take his height and non-existent weight into consideration before shrinking down to a more respectable height of 6’4”.

“I suppose you’re right. Humans lack diversity and possibility nowadays.”

“And answers to the unsaid, why are you here?” God or not, if he came here for a round two kidnapping of my mother, I would do more than slice the back of his heel.

I watched as my uncle traced abstract shapes in the glass of my window. On the other side, my alarm clock rode on a wave of shadows and pressed against the glass.

11:35, August 17.

“Your birthday brings me here. You will be a man soon. Your father sends me new souls every day in his grief.”

The shadows of my bedroom twirled and took the shape of a weeping man. All around him dozens of tiny people pleaded for their life only to be swept away by a wave of his hand.

“You will be 15 tomorrow, making you a year closer to being the prophecy child. To preserve or raze, Olympus will live on or fall by your hand nephew.”

I tried not to let my Uncle's words get to me, I already knew all this, the fate of the world sat on my shoulders and somehow it was heavier than the sky itself.

“So what? Did you come here to kill me? Give you guys some more time to plan before Kronos regains his powers. Well, news flash, but your brother has already tried that. Like twice!”

I tried to create some distance between us but all that seemed to do was bring us closer. And what did he mean I’ll, ‘ be a man soon’, with the way things are going I’ll never be a man, it was a miracle that I even lived long enough to become a tween.

Hades laughed and despite our rocky past, I could feel myself blush at the feel of his breath on me.

“Yes. I suppose my, fool, of a younger brother has tried to kill you, ‘like twice’, already and it can be argued that I have done the same, which is why I am here.”

I watched in wonder as the god of the underworld got on his knees and clasped my hands in his.

“My dear Persephone left me for the surface months ago. My days and nights grow lonely without her, for years I've suffered from withdrawals, but you can help me Perseus, and I can help you.”

I felt the air get knocked out of me once I started to become aware of just how badly things were turning. I tried to pull my hands from his but he pulled me back into him.

“Asked me for sanctuary. I’ll protect you.”

The sky split apart with thunder lighting up the alley. Hades looked at me with crazed eyes. Here he was offering me ‘sanctuary’ from the war at the cost of…

“Stay with me Perseus. You are a child of summer, stay with me when my wife is away, become a god, and avoid this war tucked beneath the earth. Allow someone else to take this burden.”

“Nico is next in line Uncle, if I don't do this, he will have to.”

Hades squinted at me, seeing something that I wasn't. He opened his mouth as though he was going to say something but another flash of lightning came around.

“Nico is training to become stronger. By the time he is 16, he will be ready.”

I had a hard time believing him. It was hard to look at Nico and not envision the once naive and hopeful ten-year-old boy that he once was.

“I swear to you, so long as you seek my protection it will be given. All you need to do is indulge in my sacred fruit.”

From the shadows at my feet, Hades pulled out half a pomegranate, the juice was still running down its skin staining his bone-white hands a rusted purple. Some of the seeds were smashed and busted open like the fruit had been violently ripped apart. I imagined myself as the pomegranate, ripped in half and dripping in the palm of Kronos.

I allowed my Uncle to pull out six of the nicest seeds and press them to my lip.

“Eat nephew before it is too late.”

He had risen from his kneeling position and licked on the juices that dripped down my chin. His sticky hands clung to the fabric of my pajama shirt. Tilting my head back I opened my mouth to let the seeds roll down my tongue.

My mouth watered from the tart taste of the fruit and the crunch of the pits. I’ve never eaten a pomegranate before. I hadn't expected it to be so messy.

“Slow down nephew, I'd hate for you to choke.”

I felt even more like a child when Hades began to clean my face with a handkerchief.

“There, all done. I'm so very proud of you Perseus.”

My bedroom window began to violently shake against the elements surrounding us. If Mom hadn't been woken up earlier she would be now.

Hades opened my window and ushered me inside the safety of my bedroom.

“Go to sleep, Perseus enjoy this time with your family while you have it, come next spring you will be mine and the marriage will be official.”

Just as quietly as he came he left without so much as a shake on the fire escape.

“Percy? Are you alright honey?”

I watched my mom through the window reflection as she pulled her robe tight over her shoulders.

“I'm fine. The storm woke me up, I wonder what Uncle's mad about now.”

My mom looked around my room anxiously like she expected Zues to jump out of my closet and strike us down.

“Go to bed honey I'm sure everything is fine.”

Mom kissed me on the forehead and tucked me in ‘extra tight’ as suggested by Paul and closed the door just enough to leave a crack.

When I turned to face the blinking numbers on my clock I could almost feel the pomegranate seeds rise back up.

11:59, August 17.

Forever 14.

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“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear Percy…”

Percy watched the candles with a blank face robotically blowing out the candles once the song ended and accepting the first slice of cake from his mother. He didn’t feel any different but his uncle made it sound like it would be a year-long process.

Looking around the room Percy imagined what his life would be like. Sally and Grover were sharing some of their favorite memories with Percy to Paul(most were embarrassing) but they looked tense. There was a shift in the atmosphere and they could feel it.

“There's the birthday boy.”

“Big Brother!”

Percy managed to push his piece of cake far enough to not have it squished in between his and Tyson's body when pulled into a bear hug.

“Tyson, you made it!”

From behind the counter, Percy can see Paul waving his hand at Tyson and his mom trying to explain that he didn’t come out of her too.

Percy watched as Posideon rounded the corner and froze when he saw Percy. The floor in the kitchen rumbled before his dad grabbed a hold of himself and walked the rest of the way in.

“Percy! I'm afraid I can't stay long. I just needed to drop off Tyson and your birthday gift.”

Before Percy could get up on his own Posideon snatched Percy out of his chair and dragged him to his bedroom.

“Percy I don’t know what it is that you've done, but it’s thrown our world out of line,” Poseidon grabbed Percy’s shoulders and brought him to face level. His eyes were manic. Percy saw years of storms, sailors' mangled bodies being broken against cliffs, and monsters waking from their slumber to feast on the unfortunate. Percy saw the description in his father's eyes. “Percy, what did you do?”

“...I’m sorry Dad.”

Percy broke out of his father's arms with strength that before last night he did not have. Returning to the party he told his mom and stepdad that his father had left through the fire escape. Digging into his flavorless cake Percy asked his mom if Tyson could stay the night, smiling when Tyson ran to the linen closet and began to pull out blankets and plans for a pillow fort.

I lay facing Tyson watching as he shook the picture on the wall with his snoring. It was a good thing that I wasn’t planning on sleeping tonight or I would never find peace.

“It’s a wondrous thing that the Cyclops has yet to eat you. I hear that the babies are the hungriest.”

I watched as my uncle's silhouette circled Tyson’s fort before stopping at the ‘doorway’ which consisted of pillows tied together by the case corners. His shiny Italian loafers poked past the fabric and tapped at me impatiently.

I rose to my knees and took one last look at my and Tyson’s latest creation. I leaned over and pulled as much of him as I could into a hug. The night was beginning to feel like a final goodbye.

“You said that come next spring I would be staying with you.”

“Yes I did say that, but your father came to me today with some strongly choice words. I figured it would be best to speed some things up,” Hades raised his hand when I stepped forward to argue. “I’m not taking you home with me now, but it would be best to consummate the marriage while we still can, yes?”

“Consummate?”

The shadows in the living room rose to ceiling height before crashing on us like deadly waves. Just before I was washed in darkness I spotted the time flash on the microwave.

2:13.

August 18th.

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FIRST FIC DONE🎉🥳

@hadesxpercy-events

#percy jackson #pjo #hades #sally jackson #tyson #paul blofis #poseidon #posideon #kronos #hadercy fest 2024

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kickthecan-revolution · 2 years ago

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I’m watching Break Point on Netflix and it is bringing up so many memories. I played three hours of tennis everyday, started when I was 7 and ended when I was 17. I actually got into college for it but never showed up, another proud Diane moment. Anyway. We’d go to tournament after tournament, driving in older kids’ cars, getting housed by other tennis parents. Stuff that would never fly now for sure but back then, things were so much different.

Tennis parents are - in a phrase - mostly crazy. A girl named Kathy’s parents were totally insane - I beat her in the third set in a tournament in Yakima Valley, 7-6 tie breaker. My mom didn’t come to that tournament and the court was far away - after the match, Kathy’s mom pushed me down a flight of stairs. I got a concussion and my mom threatened her with a restraining order. An older boy’s dad was completely off the rails, he bought his son a Corvette because his kid was winning a lot, but when he lost an important match? The dad smashed the windows in with his racket. So. Many. Stories.

My mom was also nuts about it (my dad hardly came to any of the tournaments). I was playing doubles with my best friend Molly - I was 10 or 11 - and we were in the finals in a tournament in Bend, Oregon. I had qualified for Sectionals in singles, a fairly big deal, and my mom called and said I had to skip the doubles final and come home to rest and prepare for Sectionals. Sobbing, I didn’t want to make Molly or her mom mad - her mom snapped at me and said it was my decision. I was a fucking child, but I went home and a day later, I remember my mom driving to Molly’s house and had a screaming match with her mom. They were friends but not after that. Another time, I was headed down to Oregon for another tournament on a train with another little girl and Mount St Helens erupted. Someone opened a window and ash came pouring in - all I remember is how dark the sky turned and how cool but scary it was.

We played at a club called Town and Country where Rick Johnson was the coach. We were all sponsored by Fila and Dunlop and got free rackets and clothes - he’d ask us to do a fashion show all of the time, I remember being weirded out because the clothes were so sheer but whatever, everybody was in the same embarrassing boat. I was the littlest one, years younger than the rest. My brother played, my sister didn’t - he was incredibly good and was in it to win. I went because my mom said that’s what we were to do, so I never really felt like I had a choice. Sometimes we’d even go before school to practice, between 5-7am and then back again from 3-6pm, every weekday. She always said it was to keep us out of the house, away from my dad and I do believe that. I think it was also part of her dream that she was part of a family who played tennis, wealth, etc.

Rick was an excellent coach. We ran drills until we’d throw up on the side of the court which I guess looking back wasn’t a great thing but he was such a great teacher and he loved the game so much. His team was renowned for being great in the Juniors, several players went on to Nationals and several turned Pro. We’d go over to his apartment all of the time and watch TV and stuff, I was there constantly and he got us some cool opportunities when pros came to town to play. I was a ball girl for Martina Navratilova once- I think I am spelling that name correctly - and she asked for me to be removed because I was moving around too much. wa wa.

My brother and I did have a moment of fame -- there was a National tournament called the Equitable where brothers and sisters played against other brother-sister matches, and if you won, you ended up at the US Open to play on a National level. My brother and I were good but mostly, we got along really well. We decided that was the edge we needed and it worked. We played the final at Flushing Meadows in NY and we won the whole thing, and the whole stadium watched while they waited for the women’s final. It’s still kind of surreal that happened. I have vague recollection of my mom staying in the hotel because she was so nervous. Now that I think about it, my dad wasn’t there - how weird is that? We were in the local news and I remember a reporter writing the most horrible article about us and how elite the game is. He wasn’t wrong but it was pretty vicious.

After that - I think I was 13 or 14 - Rick came over to our house and grabbed a big poster of us with the other winners. It turns out earlier that day, it had been discovered that he sexually abused several of the girls on the team and was peeking at the girls showering through a window. He was chased off and out of town and never heard from again. Nothing ever happened with me which is kind of crazy, I think I was the only one he didn’t mess with. My mom was furious he took that poster.

I remember my left arm being freakishly more muscular than my right (I am left-handed). At 10 years old, I was serving and volleying which was kind of unheard of for a kid that age. I was good but I didn’t care, I was there for the boys and the dances and I loved it when people watched me but when they stopped, I stopped caring, Not exactly a winning instinct (which makes me laugh so hard as I write that.)

In high school, I started choking. I hated to play and the angrier my mom got when I lost, the more fucked up and scared I was. It was like I was frozen. The day I told her I quit, she was coldly furious. She called me a quitter and didn’t ever really like me too much again after that. Looking back, I get it - she had invested so much money and time, driving me an hour a day back and forth, so many tournaments, and I was quitting before I even got into college. I didn’t realize it at the time but we were broke and I wonder now if she wanted me to try to get a scholarship. She kind of dropped me at that point which is when I found other places to be my Senior year, for the most part, I was rarely home. I figured out how to apply to the UofW, it was the only school I knew about and was so mentally ill/traumatized at that point, didn’t do much exploration of anything outside of that. When I was waitlisted I panicked and called the tennis coach there who helped me get in. My brother went on to play there and still plays a lot today.

I have literally not played since the last match before I quit. Maybe I’ll see what it feels like again.

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ladystrallan · 2 years ago

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Once Upon a Time season 2 thoughts

I’m rewatching OUAT and I wanted to share some of my opinions on each season!

- “are the nuns still nuns or can they… y’know date? Don’t say it’s me asking” Dr Whale you rascal

- Rumple x smashing glass: the real otp

- Rip Charming’s mom, you kinda remind me of Hercules’ mom

- Ok I kinda like Dr Whale now

- Regina it’s been DECADES you need to move on from Daniel

- I ship Emma and Neal so hard

- Wow the introduction of captainswan AND swanfire in one episode???

- Nooooo Belle crossing the town line :(

- This arc was TRAGIC

- NO NOT THE CHIPPED CUP

- Ugh I hate the Greg and Tamara arc

- Ruby x whale??? Why do I kinda ship it

- “What’s his name?” “Baelfire” “A STRONG NAME” what a delivery

- Robert Carlyle is the best actor in the cast

- Nooooo he just wanted to be a good dad

- Okay I’m really starting to not like Regina

- Idk why she is mad at snow and not cora, THE ACTUAL PERSON WHO KILLED DANIEL

- Snow’s mom: coughs into a handkerchief, me: SATINE

- Drink every time rumple says “bae”

- The casting of young snow was spot on, their mannerisms are so alike

- He called him papa… I’m crying

- NO IT WAS CORA

- Literally why does she hate Eva so much

- Regina you’re on the wrong side, killing daniel was part of her ten step plan to make you queen

- She just threw mrs patmore out of the window

- Not Tamara

- Pettiness runs in the Mills family

- Cora: murdered eva because she tripped her once years before

- Regina: wants to kill snow and everyone close to her because she didn’t keep a secret when she was TEN

- EW cora x rumple

- Their vibes are so gross

- Imagine if they had a kid… I can’t

- Screaming crying throwing up

- Rumple talking to Belle on the phone :(

- That was so sad

- RUMPLE AND NEAL

- THIS IS SO SAD

- Ooh snow tricking Regina

- “Any baby I have… it won’t be yours” yikes

- The amount of mommy issues in this show…

- 2x17 I hate this episode

- “You always pay your debts” is rumple a lannister?

- I hate Greg/Owen so much you have no idea

- Wooden august looks rough

- Like it’s not terrible but it’s not good either

- The dragon: is a magical powerful man, also the dragon: gets killed by a taser

- THE TASER SHOULD NOT HAVE AFFECTED AUGUST BECAUSE HE IS MADE OF WOOD WHICH DOESN’T CONDUCT ELECTRICITY

- Noooo why did blue turn him into a little boy and not a hot guy again

- GREG AND TAMARA LEAVE RIGHT NOW

- I can’t decide which I hate more cora x rumple or greg x tamara

- Both have such gross energy

- REGINA YOU ARE RUINING RUMBELLE

- “I can’t focus on my spinning with all your crying” lol

- Not Lacey

- Rumple about Belle/Lacey: oh no she’s not wholesome anymore

- I actually like the Lacey episode

- I don’t remember having liked it but I do now

- The sound rumple makes when he sees the prisoner is gone lol

- Wingman charming

- “I’m so sorry about your dress…” why don’t you take it off? ;)

- Did they recast Robin Hood? That’s weird

- She’s into him being evil…

- Rumbelle is so cute omg

- “Jail cell? I don’t think so” lol

- “She’s the evil one” GIRL YOU JUST KILLED AN ENTIRE VILLAGE

- I’m sorry I just can’t get behind Regina

- She’s just so manipulative and has zero regret for everything she’s done

- The Regina torture scene was TRAUMATIZING to middle school me

- “Is it magic?” “No… it’s science” THAT’S DR WHALE’S LINE YOU CAN’T STEAL IT GREG

- Bae fanficed himself into Peter Pan

- BAE NO

- Ugh Greg and Tamara are the worst

- NEAL NO

- Yay belle is back

- Memorable lines: “it’s delicious, cheesy and doesn’t lie” “no… it’s science” “love is weakness” “bae”

How I feel about the characters this season

Love: Rumple, August, Belle

Like: Neal, Emma, Charming, Mulan, Ruby, Archie, Dr Whale

Neutral: Hook, Snow, Aurora, everyone else in Storybrooke

Dislike: Regina, Blue

Hate: Greg, Tamara, Cora

Season rating: 5/10

I hate hate hate the whole Greg and Tamara plot, also Cora x Rumple grossed me out, but there was a lot of Rumbelle content (it was really sad though)

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queenmayor23 · 2 years ago

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Grand Piano III {Dean Winchester X Male Reader}

this one's a little angsty

Moments later, Dean wakes up in his back seat. He looks out the window to see dust being kicked up by the spinning wheels and rows upon rows of corn. TJ can see the confusion on Dean's face through the rearview mirror.

TJ: Shut up. We're almost there.

TJ pulls into a gravel driveway leading to a brick shed and a matching house next to it. The corn almost acted like a magical portal to the hidden property. TJ parks and shuts down the engine. He gets out, walking to the door of the house.

TJ: Hurry up if you want me to help.

Dean gets out of the car and follows the rock walkway to the porch, where TJ holds the door for him.

TJ: All the way down and hang a right.

Dean: After getting punched in the face, I don't trust you walking behind me.

TJ: That's hilarious. Either you walk in that kitchen, or I send my dogs after you, and you'll never see John or Sammy again.

Dean took the safer route and began walking. Staring at the back of his ex-boyfriend's head was the only thing that kept TJ from killing Dean right there and giving him time to process the mixed emotions.

TJ: Sit.

Dean sits at the kitchen table while TJ digs in the freezer. He pulls out some frozen peas and an ice pack, tosses the peas on the table next to Dean, and closes the freezer. TJ fixes himself a glass of whiskey and downs it like water. It was a taste he was just getting used to, even though his trash can would say differently. He fixes another glass and a separate one for Dean, walking it over to him.

TJ: Dean...

TJ struggles to find the words he wants to say. Was it "I hate you and want you dead," or "Why come back now just to ruin the sliver of happiness I just found" or maybe "I loved you, and I thought you loved me, but I guess I loved for both of us"? But the real question looming in TJ's mind was, "Why don't you love me?". But TJ didn't get to ask any of those questions before Dean spoke up, holding the peas to his cheek.

Dean: "Spirits of Vengeance", huh?

TJ: I bought the lounge a month after the mission with you and John. I was so mad.

Dean: He's your father too.

TJ: Was he? I've been alive twenty-seven years and have seen him a grand total of five times. I was ten when he introduced me to hunting. He had me chasing demons, poltergeists, and other unnatural creatures to prove myself to him.

Dean: It was your choice to start hunting.

TJ: He made me think he would love me if I eliminated all the monsters. So after graduation, I packed up and rode around the country on a hunting tour, and my mother hated me for it. She warned me of what kind of person John was, but I had to realize that he was the real monster on my own.

Dean: Dad was a hero!

TJ: He was my hero too, but I grew up Dean.

TJ walks back to his kitchen counter, smashing the ice pack on his knuckles.

Dean: I need you to help me find him. I don't want to drag Sam back unless I have to. At least that's what Dad would've wanted.

TJ: Did he leave any clues as to what he was hunting or where? This wouldn't be the first time John went on a bender and forgot to tell his puppy dog.

Dean: What are you talking about?

TJ: Amherst. Clifton. Laredo. Mesa. He's always missing, then a week later, after you search the continental US, he pops up and is fine.

Dean: How do you-

TJ: Sam knows how to say thank you.

Dean: Wait, Sam? Does he know?

TJ: No. All he knows is that I'm the idiot who doesn't know how to say no to his brother.

Dean sighs in a mixture of both relief and frustration.

Dean: Dad has never been gone for this long. He's in real trouble if he's not dead by now. I can't do this alone.

TJ: Yes, you can. You don't need John to limit what you can do. He's just an anchor that slowly drowns you until you feel like there's no more hope, and by then, you're dead or mentally unstable.

Dean: Yeah. Well, I don't want to do this alone.

TJ: You still haven't told me what he was hunting?

Dean: Oh, right. Let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?

TJ reached into his back pocket and slid out the tape recorder.

TJ: Looking for this.

Dean sees the tape recorder and nods his head.

TJ: Found it when I searched your car. I listened to it, and he sounds like he could be Winchester wasted or actually in trouble.

Dean: Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About two months ago, they found a guy's car, but he'd vanished. Completely MIA.

TJ: Kidnapping?

Dean: Yeah, well, there was another one in April, then December of '04, '03, '98, '92... ten of them over the past twenty years- All men, same five-mile stretch of road. Started happening more and more, so Dad went to go dig around. I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough, and then I got that voicemail a few days ago.

TJ: Wait, why weren't you with him?

Dean: I was working my own gig in New Orleans.

TJ: Aww, he let you go on a trip by yourself?

TJ mocks Dean and takes the ice pack off his fist, feeling the melted ice.

Dean: I'm twenty-six, dude. Can you stop that?

TJ: I know you're twenty-six. We're nine months apart to the day.

Dean's face scrunches up.

Dean: How did I not know that?

TJ: You never asked.

Dean has a dumbfounded look on his face.

TJ: The message had an EVP saying it "can never go home" I ran into something like that about six months ago. It came after Richie, but there wasn't a body because she was cremated for cost-saving measures. So we sent her home.

Dean: How?

TJ chuckles, looking around the room.

TJ: This house wasn't always brick, and I'm not stupid enough to build it out of straw. Jackson drove his truck right through the middle of what was a bedroom and dining room. House caved in, Richie bought Jackson a new truck, and I started laying bricks that same weekend. The baseboards, door frames, and ledges are hollowed out and filled with salt, and everything wood is primed with mountain ash.

Dean nods his head, taking in the information about the house. Then, Dean takes a breath and asks the question.

Dean: So, are you and Jackson a thing, or what's your situation?

TJ smiles, looking up.

TJ: Jackson and I are in a business relationship. He helps me out at the lounge and around here while I'm out hunting.

Dean: What does he get out of your "business relationship"?

TJ: A slightly more than minimum wage paycheck every other week and a hunting buddy.

Dean's eyes widen, and he takes the now-thawed peas from his cheek.

TJ: What? I wanted to give him more, but he wanted the money to go into the lounge. I told him I had to give him enough to get groceries, pay his bills, and get gas. He only has truck insurance because I listed his truck as a company vehicle. There was this time before when we were a thing. He proposed, and I said no. But we're still as close as we were then, just as friends.

Dean: Can I ask why you said no?

TJ: I'll give you one guess.

Dean contemplates open-mouthed. When it shuts, it shows TJ that Dean realizes the answer.

TJ: Jack wasn't heartbroken for himself but for me. The whole town kept telling me I was insane for holding on so tight to you, but Jackson knew I needed a friend to help me, and he became that friend. He got me to stop answering your calls because he knew I would halt my world just to help. Just to hear from you when you and John get into another situation. Come on, Dean, I knew John didn't think you were calling me. You never called me by name when you called, you said my trigger word, and I turned into a mindless drone for you.

Dean: I don't have a trigger word for you. What do you mean, a trigger word?

TJ: Let's keep talking and see if it comes up. It's been almost two years since I stopped answering your calls, and now you want to check on me?

Dean: I thought what got Dad either got you too, or you took him.

TJ: So you thought I took John for what? To have tea with him, sit down and gossip about my ex-boyfriends. Oh wait, my first boyfriend didn't love me and milked me emotionally dry, then I found out he's my half-brother. After that, my second boyfriend and I broke up because I was still hooked on my first boyfriend. Yep, that casual conversation with a man I've spoken to five times in twenty-seven years.

Dean: No. I didn't mean it like that, alright. I was running out of options, and you were the first person that came to mind.

TJ: Do you hear yourself? You only think of me when you have no other choice. Is that how you truly see me? A last resort? Nobody else wanted to go on a wild goose chase with you, so you're stuck asking me for help.

Dean: Baby, I'm trying to keep you safe. To do that, I need you with me. I'll deal with Dad later, but I need you.

Chuckling came from TJ's mouth.

TJ: There it is.

Dean: What?

TJ: The word. Baby. But it's not going to work this time. Dean, you are welcome to stay for the night, but you need to leave tomorrow. I'm done.

Dean sat silently at the table, not knowing TJ's next move but also baffled at two simple words he thought he would never hear from TJ, "I'm done". TJ turned away from Dean and gathered, from his refrigerator, fresh produce and some rabbit meat to cook dinner. He cooked in silence, Dean not saying anything. TJ handed Dean a beer with his meal and filled his own glass once more. They ate in silence. After dinner, TJ washed the few dishes and escorted Dean to a guest bedroom.

TJ: Sit tight while I get you some clothes.

TJ leaves and returns with clothes and towels for Dean to shower with.

TJ: There is soap, toothbrushes and toothpaste, and hair products galore in the bathroom across the hall. Go crazy.

Dean: Thank you. And I honestly mean that.

TJ: It's just what a friend would do. If you need me, I'm upstairs, the third door on the right. And I have my own bathroom, so I'm not going to sneak up on you and stab you in the back.

Dean chuckles. TJ goes upstairs to his room and gets ready for a shower himself.

#dean winchester x tj chase #gay #dean winchester x omc #dean winchester #queenmayor23 #supernatural #angsty #read me please #toxic winchester men #this is my world now not your world #supernatural x male reader #mention of wincest #bts fic

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vanguard-hunter-cayde · 1 month ago

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Dean winchester fluff

(dean hitting his Impala for reference)

Pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

Category: Hurt/comfort, fluff, death comfort

Warnings: none

Content: you found out your daily member died to a demon and you couldnt take it anymore so you took your anger out on your car that you loved to bits.

[This ones been hiding in my Google docs lol]

“Woah sam.. Calm down bubba what happened??”

“This stupid fucking-” you huffed pulling yourself out from underneath your car. You were trying to fix her after an accidental crash.

you smile remembering sams call about your poor baby akandra a 1969 dodge charger, you and your fathers prized possession. “y/n im so sorry! I - she- she came out of no where, fuck im so sorry!”

“I was driving because dean was asleep and i crashed aka, this ghost woman came out of no where, im so sorry!!”

The memory is bitter sweet now that you have to fix your car alone. Tears started streaming down your face as you remembered your father, a kind sweet old hunter that adored the winchesters. The yellow eyed demon went after him and killed him mercilessly. you stare at the crowbar in your hand, and smashed a window to a car behind you, before slamming it repeatedly against aka’s trunk, guttural screams escaping your body, dean coming out just in time to see whats happening and the pain in your body movements, “i didnt even get to say good bye you fucking monster” you screamed slamming the crow bar harder, your hands sore and tired. Dean came up behind you wrapping his arms around you, making you drop the crow bar before you could swing again and breaking down in his arms.

“Its okay! I promise, ill fix her, she's just a car, im not mad i'm just glad you two are okay”

"just- just a car?! Y/N she's all you have left of your dad!"

I giggled, "I know, but you and Dean are more important, I can fix the car, or I can retire her, I can't do that with you and Dean"

“Hey baby, breathe honey, im right here.. I'm right here”

You were inconsolable, crying and yelling, the pain just hitting you like a train. Sam and bobby came outside hearing the commotion seeing your car smashed and you crying. They watched in sorrow, dean finally calming you down, you flipped your body to hug him fully instead of him hugging you from behind.

"what happened sweetheart?"

"I couldn't get a bolt loose.. and usually my d- m-my d-dad helps me, and I just.. spiraled.. and I didn't get... I didn't get to say goodbye .. and now he's not here to help me.."

"Oh honey.." dean hugged you, squeezing you into him. Trying to regulate your nerves and emotions.

Dean let go of you shortly after, "you okay sweetheart?"

You nodded at him. He kissed your temple and picked up a ratchet.

"let's fix aka, yeah?"

You picked up a wrench too and got to work.

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#dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #chevy impala

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pumpkin-quest · 1 year ago

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I ran my first game of 5th edition! My first attempt at DMing anything since my campaign ended *mumble mumble* (I've legit forgotten, but it might be 4? Maybe 5?) years ago. And it went...well? Ish?

It was for a charity event, and one of the players was a young man who was clearly *incredibly* nervous about playing with a group of strangers, so I was a bit slack with the rules, but who really needs a rules lawyer anyway.? If the table is having fun and I don't need to remember my bizarre house ruling of things for more than a few hours, it's all good.

We played the pregen adventure "Heist at the Museum", which the venue provided, because while I enjoy the storytelling aspect of DMing, I *hate* coming up with maps and encounters. I'm not good at it and am generally just much happier if someone else does it for me.

The general set up is this group of thieves have been hired to steal The Tetrad Gems from the museum and deliver them to this posh dude in his house on the outskirts of town. They've been provided with Amulets of Escape to facilitate this. Use of these amulets will transport them to a predesignated teleportation circle. Easy life.

Problem was, the dice really seemed to want this poor party dead. The very first thing that happens is they knock over the Dinosaur statue in the museum, activating the automaton guards deeper within the exhibit hall, prompting them to have to retreat outside to hide until they've reset. Only thing is, they reset and went back into waiting mode right near the door they picked the lock for. So, they had to find another way in. Did result in some creative sleight of hand with a crowbar though, so that was fun.

They get the gems, load up on assorted other valuable trinkets on display, and then activate their amulets when a whole platoon of automatons turn up to investigate the break in.

The predesignated circle takes them to the middle of a port and cheese evening at the manor, where all the guests are wearing robes and having identical ornate daggers hidden upon their person. Because the game makers do not want this to be subtle and want the players to know they've been hired by a cult. Because handing over the stolen gems will be a Bad Idea and they want the players to be aware of this.

But this particular party, either due to youth (two of the players were children, with the oldest likely no older than 12 or 13) or inexperience (the nervous guy, who probably late teens at most tbh), were not genre savvy enough to truly take this in, and merrily handed over the gems and then hung around to wait for their payment.

This was good for me, because the part of the adventure I was most nervous about was how the posh dude was going to stay charming and attempt to get the players to hand over the gems without arousing suspicion before he finally got mad and ordered the cult to attack. But it was bad for them because it meant he could immediately disappear off into the back room and summon the Devlish Piper. A challenge rating 5 creature when the part couldn't have been higher than level 2.

There were, admittedly, many punches pulled during this fight. Because the Piper could have easily wiped the floor with all of them on his own. I had him roaming around, murdering the cultists rather than the players, had him smash a locked window to provide another escape route, and just pretended he didn't land a single blow on the last character left in the room (because the player was the youngest of the siblings and her brother's character had already escaped and there had been enough sibling bickering that I was not about to do that to their poor dad). I still had two of the players making death saving throws, only surviving by the skin of their teeth (and a lucky natural 20 where I may have elected to go by 4th ed rules), and the entire party had collectively less than 10 hp by the time they escaped.

But I think my favourite moment was the super nervous new guy looking at his inventory, spotting the firecrackers in their, and improvising it as a way to break a different window to make his escape easier. That's the sort of thinking that will help him go far in future games.

All in all, a fun few hours, and a very hard won but I still think well deserved victory.

#dungeons and dragons #d&d #dnd #rp #roleplay #d&d 5th edition #5th edition #the dice are not your friends #the dm is though

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renatedagmarmilada · 2 years ago

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new citizens here..

A neighbour but one from me is a slovakian family..from Koshitze. A lot of people from there have come here. They are the nicest people on earth...as unaggressive as we are... Ok not clever particularly but really, really nice, the dad in particular..the husband Joska is hungarian mix. Last week some young black boys smashed the back window of his car, then black lads stole the son’s mobile phone. Yesterday I came home from work early, as one of my pupils’ families went to a wedding, so I only had four hours teaching..On Saturday evening there is a programme 'Wild CHina' which I always try to watch..I closed half the curtains, and settled to the tv to watch my beloved programme. As you know from my pictures with these little terraces, our little front room looks straight onto the street, but generally it doesn't bother me.

All of a sudden there was a banging on my front door, you know you get an ear for door knockers, pedlars, gas man or what ever. This was banging, so I sent Joe, who was upstairs in his bedroom faffing with a new tank model, (he is mad on making tank and plane models at the moment and the house is filled with flying thing, even above my bedroom bookcase there is a fighter plane!! - but you know, with sons you get used to that and all sorts of other things) Joe is six foot, big built, blonde hair and pale blue eyes as is his brother Ryan and he says little but if they start trying to goad him, which the coloured and black lads often do, he has an irish temper and is not politically correct in the least-

I have to intervene when he starts arguing with police men particularly since he was eight years old, as he won’t accept that truth is not right but Might, -and a savage sounding rotweiler, this latter makes them run quickly...though he is the daftest, gentlest animal on God's earth. Joe went to sort out what the problem was: do you know two Polish men, - no but there are Slovaks there but you need to go up the road, all the blacks live up, not down the road.

He came in.. outside on the next wall, crashing banging crashing banging, as I say my house is on the road, so I have developed a deaf ear to noise as long as it comes no where near me.. learnt that when I was living in the East end of London.

but then I saw them all suddenly running up the road, flashing past. That meant they had done something really bad. Joe ran out and then I went out..they had thrown a stone at Joska the slovak father, who had come to the door, and now stood with huge gashes in his head, blood pouring down his face and chest..absolutely bemused by what was going on, and they had thrown a brick through the neighbour’s house, a young Pakistani couple, who was at work as a busdriver, people as quiet as we are!

well, we fetched the police etc etc..................

the outcome was that the police man is going on holiday and will sort it all out in a week's time!!!!!!!!!!!

The family have picked up everything and gone to stay with her brother for a week and are then leaving. He works for a german company and they have promised to move him to Kassel. Many of the Slovaks are going there next year to work, Joska already has an aunty in Stuttgart who has worked there for many, many years and settled there. They are a hard working family, and it was not totally joke when Joe commented : do you realise that all the offices throughout Britain are probably being cleaned by Slovaks.

Eva, his wife is in absolute shock: they are animals, I never liked this place (she didn't I can vouch for that, but it is impossible to live at home, as soon as we have enough money we will return) but these people are not humans, communism was better than what there is here..

and the police will come next week to sort it out.

One of the kids kept tearing up and down on a scooter, but the police man said there is a law in South Yorkshire, they are not allowed to chase kids on motorbikes because the kid might crash...

Joska went off, blood still streaming down his chest.

Jim, the man who owns the house says that is the last straw, he will sell it now. Joska's family were such good tenants and tenants like that, who care for the property better than their own just don't come twice. A Pakistani woman passing ( No, I am not racist in the least contrary to gossip, because I speak out at times-) said the same had happened to them down the road, but they never bother to fetch the police as the police never do anything anyway ... which is true and the gypsy girls at the bottom are stopping men and asking for fifty pounds for sex please!

I find now all the Pakistanis are trying to cover for their men and the schoolgirls’ incident. They tell me time and again that the school girls were whores (at nine) and begged them to have sex with them/- All the Pakistanis appear to be against the Poles and Slovaks about everything...and never stop complaining about them..I just laugh..they are crazy. You know like Germany after the first world war, exactly the same...

I can't say if it is true about the sex offers or not, they don't bother me, but I have a feeling they might be teasing the Pakistanis!! as they all know the news.

The gypsies don't speak to me, they say I am a German or a Hun and to be avoided, they are scared of me actually..they say I look aloof and arrogant. I tried to get one of their children to school, as he was a nice little scamp.. but after I got all the papers for them and they didn't send them, I stopped bothering. There are at least ten or twelve gypsy families here, with lots of kids, they just look like Pakistanis (gypsies came originally from north India) and fit the area very well..don't work, stand around..though one person in the family has to work for two years, before they can claim benefits

---but the police are coming back in one week..from holiday! So, as I have said time and again, for a country with a population as large as this, we need more policemen..why are we building ridiculous cultural centres which stand mainly unused or used by a couple of people, yet don’t have enough policemen to go round? It all boils down to a ridiculous use of the plentiful resources available by people who don’t seem to know how to manage a society!

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captainjacklyn · 2 years ago

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first year gang with a gen z reader please

Oh la la la ! This idea will surely be fun. Especially with the fact that my previous post had went completely overboard with crack.

Warning(s) : this fic contains cursing and a lot of it, please beware and read at your own risk.

Thank you for requesting anon !

First year gang with a Chaotic Gen Z reader

Holy shit-

reader just broke all the rules of heartslabyul.

in. front. of. riddle's. face..

Not gonna lie there, reader you're fucked up.

My boy was stupid enough but you just had to come here to absolutely destroy what was called 'peace'.

And turned this school INTO A FUCKING BLIZZERY

Every time you do dumb shit, his face is the definition of

"mom pick me up, I'm scared"

Please try not to tell riddle a your mom joke or this is going to be problematic- Aaaaannnnd you just did.

Why ?

Now he's hiding with you in a closet like in horror movies as riddle stomps around menacingly calling out for you like this :

Oh reader~ where are you ?

Well if you wished to die, today is the day my friend. And to be quite frank with you, getting murdered by riddle is the exact opposite of "He died peacefully in his sleep".

READER NO-

"HEY RIDDLE !! GUESS WHO I'M DOING TONIGHT ?!"

"YO MOMA-"

I pity riddle at this point.

You two are the partners in crime of night raven college.

Dear god, the worst thing you've done by now is smash through the windows of NRC will holding grim like a fucking flamethrower and ace just throwing oil everywhere to send the school into an inferno of madness and chaos.

To make matters worse, Crowley had to rebuild the school 37 times. And none of y' all got expelled because being malleus's closest friend has advantages.

You know what I'm saying ?

DEEZ NUTS-

ha ha...yeaaah

Well if you wished to leave something for NRC once you go back to your world, I'm sure that the one thing your leaving them is fucking trauma and piles of taxes from each and every student.

You too are basically the Elmo meme. Just standing in front of a raging fire as you summon Satan from hell.

I may be exaggerating to destruction side of ace but that's just how it's gonna be...

And you're gonna deal with it.

"how many times did Vil scold you ?"

Enough for him to receive a pimple the next morning.

You both will be the absolute death of the famous young actor Vil Schoenheit. (for those who have no idea whatsoever about the complicity of writing down that wretched last name you got another thing coming because I HAVE TO SEARCH IT UP ON GOOGLE AND COPY PASTE IT EVERY TIME HIS NAME NEEDS TO BE MENTIONED)

Moving on you are the perfect opportunity for epel to be himself and cause chaos amongst all dorms.

I'm hesitating on yes or not praying for your safety because at this point it will cause my death.

Stop slamming into people thinking it's funny, you are causing huge hospital bills for everyone and again with the jokes-

"YOUR MOM !"

YOUR DAD !"

"YOUR COUSIN !"

"YOUR SIBLING !"

You are literally having a battle while screaming random family members into each others face just to talk back and find a comeback. The room gets really silent once one of them says their grandpa is dead.

I'm sorry I couldn't fit it all into one headcanon, there will be a second part so that jack and sebek are included.

I hope you enjoyed reading this !

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boobabietch · 2 years ago

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Steve Harrington you are a hero | Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: Figure skater!reader, mentions of toxic household, verbal abuse, slight mention of minor injuries, hurt/comfort, slight angst, mentions of shitty parenting, fluff, and i think that’s it (if i skipped something please tell me)

A/N: Well hello there! This is my first time writing for Steve Harrington so I hope this doesn’t suck. English is not my first language so if you find any grammar or spelling mistakes please tell me so I can change them asap. If you like this you would help me a lot with a like, comment or reblog. Love Sof :)

Word count: 1.1k

You met Steve when you were 8. It was a nice day in Hawkins and you were training for your next competition in the ice rink when suddenly out of nowhere a boy smashed your side while you were spinning, causing you and the boy to fall loudly in the cold and hard ice. That day ended with a trip to the ER, stitches in your forehead and a boy with a broken arm.

You might think that since that day you would despise the guy for giving you a scar on your face and ruining your perfect biellmann spin, but his puppy eyes and constant apologies while you waited for the doctor to see you made the big frown on your face turn into a little smile.

“What’s your name? I mean you gave me the nastiest cut on my forehead I might as well know your name to tell my friends who was the dumb boy who caused it” You asked trying to sound mad to scare him a little more.

“Steve, my name is Steve Harrington, and again I'm truly sorry for everything” He really sounded ashamed.

“It’s fine Steve Harrington at least I wasn’t the one with the broken arm” Since that day Steve and you became friends, he went to all your skating competitions apologizing every time he saw you skating.

He was your best friend. He knew you better than he knew himself. Not only that, but he was always there for you like when your cat died, your parents divorce, when you didn’t land any of your jumps in a competition, he was there. You knew you could trust him with everything, but he always put a wall between you guys when you tried to talk to him about his own problems. That was until one day.

You were in your room doing a bit of flexibility to warm up, the soft hum of the current Cyndi Lauper song and the rain crashing on your rooftop were the only sounds in your bedroom when a knock on your window made you stand up from the floor. Getting closer to it, the cause of the noise was revealed: a depressed looking Steve Harrington, soaked from head to toe.

“Now what the fuck are you doing out there, Steve, it's pouring!” You said helping the boy into your bedroom. “I’ll find you some clothes while you get in the shower, or you are going to catch a very bad cold, sir!” He looked at you while you spoke, a glimpse of adoration in his eye. Ever since he met you, you turned into his safe place. Even if he didn’t like to talk about the shit that happened at his home, your mere presence was enough to calm his nerves and forget about the shitty family he had.

That night he didn’t remember what was the particular reason of why his father was so angry at him but again that wasn’t weird at all, it’s not like it never happened before, it was not the first time and definitely not the last time, but then he said the words, he had never yelled something like that before. The words his father said were engraved in Steve’s mind while he walked to your home. “If I knew you were going to be such a failure, maybe you shouldn’t have been born” Steve didn’t know if it was the heat of the moment or if his father really meant it, but you know what? Maybe he did mean it. The thing that hurt Steve the most is that whatever was the reason of why his dad said such a thing, he knew that his parents will do anything to make him feel like a fucking piece of trash every chance they had. He hated them.

When Steve came out of your bathroom with an old hoodie he had left in your house a few months ago and a pair of pajama pants that belonged to your father you noticed his puffy red eyes and how destroyed he looked.

“Hey pretty boy what happened?” You asked, trying not to sound so scared. You knew that he wasn’t the happiest man on Earth but it was the first time that he actually showed how bad he was emotionally. “Hey no, what happened Steve, come here” You said and you opened your arms taking a seat in the bed. He practically ran to your embrace and started crying his eyes out.

You felt your heart shatter in little pieces at the sound of every sob the boy let out. “I’m a failure. He said it. He hates me and I’m a failure” He let out between sobs. You carefully caressed his back while he held you tightly afraid of letting you go. Then he began to explain what happened with his dad and everything he said. Your blood started boiling at the words Steve was letting out of his mouth.

“That is such bullshit!” You practically yelled “Steve you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met! You are brave and kind and you have saved the world several fucking times. Steve, maybe you are not academically super gifted but you are smart, you know how to solve problems and save the day, you know how to be a leader and lead your team to victory. You are basically a hero. Steve Harrington, you are a hero.” You stopped to take a breath.

“Steve you are important, you are useful, and that son of a bitch you have for a father can go fuck himself so freaking hard and-” Your rambling was stoped by Steve kissing you softly. You completely forgot what the hell you were saying and your thoughts stopped.

The kiss was soft and passionate, it was like slaying that routine you’ve been having trouble in, it was like winning first place, it was like doing a fucking triple axel for the first time in history and somehow land it succesfully. It felt like a million of unsaid love confessions finally clicking in your head.

You felt dizzy when you two pulled out of the kiss.

“I love you” Steve said looking at you like in front of him was that home he was looking for since he was little.

“I love you too Harrington, and I meant it, maybe you gave me a horrible scar in my forehead but-” “And again I’m really sorry about that”

“You are all the things your father wish he could be, you are the most amazing human being I’ve had the pleasure to meet”

The day Steve bumped into you, you were in horrible physical pain for the fall, but you couldn’t be more grateful for that because that day you found the person you loved the most in the whole world.

If you are not a skater and you don’t have a fucking idea of what I was talking about:

Example of a biellmann spin

Example of a triple axel

Requests are: Open!

Masterlist

#stranger things #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #steve x reader #angst with a happy ending #hurt/comfort #fluff #boowrites★

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thealtoduck · 3 years ago

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Being the son of Killer Moth and becoming the new Spoiler…

Batfamily x Male Reader (No romantic pairing)

Warnings: none except minor violence because fighting bad guys.

Summary: You are going for spoil your dad’s evil plan.

(A/N: Fyi Stephanie is Batgirl in this.)

Your dad was insane… that’s all.

No but seriously.

Like sure he was a good enough dad, he loves you like any father should love their child but that didn’t make him a good person.

For his most recent scheme he had gathered a gang of laughing stock villains and was planning to do something to take over Gotham and kill Batman and all his sidekicks.

And you were NOT about to let that happen.

You made yourself a makeshift superhero costume and vowed to yourself that you were going to do everything in your power to ruin whatever he had planned… but you couldn’t do it yourself you only had a decent knowledge when it comes to hand to hand combat and such.

You needed to find Batman or which ever of his many sidekicks you could find first.

So one rainy night you roamed around the wet rooftops of Gotham looking for whoever might be able to help you, it took a while but you managed to find someone.

You grappled on to a building using a grappling hook you had stolen from your dad’s workshop and on top of it you saw the silhouette of a person wearing a bat costume.

”Uhm excuse me?” you said slightly shyly and the person infront of you turned around to you. It was Batgirl, you immediately noticed her blonde hair and the purple details on her costume.

”Who are you?” She asked cautiously and you were just about to answer until you realised that you had not thought of a name to use for these kind of stuff.

”I... Uhm.. I am…” you struggled to come up with a name before Batgirl interuppted saying ”Go home kid it’s dangerous to do things like this unprepared” and was about grapple away to another building but you raised your voice at her saying ”Stop! Please listen to me” and she stopped and turned back to you.

You pulled of your mask and felt the raindrops hit your face as you said desperately ”My name is Y/n Walker and i need your help” at this point you had her attention and you explained to her that your dad is Killer Moth and you are trying to stop him but you need their help.

To your suprise Batgirl was very understanding of your troubles and she contacted Batman to inform him.

Soon Batman and Robin arrived on the rooftop where you and Batgirl were waiting for them. You explained again about your dad and the D-list villains he had brought together for his plans.

Batman thanked you for bringing this to their attention and that they would take care of it, they were about to leave you but you said ”Wait! I’m coming to” you stated, Batman quickly shut you down saying ”No”. ”It wasn’t a question” you sassed back.

Batman was about to say something but Batgirl nudged him and whispered something to him and he just said ”Come on then”. The 4 of you then made your way to the wharehouse that your dad and the other baddies were going to set their plan in action.

Batman told you to stick around Batgirl and to avoid confrontation alone with the villains, Batman then smashed through the window with you, Batgirl and Robin right behind him.

A fight quickly broke out.

You and the others then managed to take all of the villains down and they were arrested.

A few days later…

You were visiting your dad in Arkham, you sat infront of the glass pane waiting for your dad to arrive.

You then saw him being escorted by a cop. He sat down infront of you and you both picked up the phone used to speak to each other.

”You told me you were going to try not to give into impulses this time” you said coldly as your dad avoided eye contact. ”Yet here we are” you continued.

”Well that’s partly your fault for helping HIM” your dad said catching you off gaurd. ”Didn’t think i knew did you? But don’t you think i could recognize my own son dressed up in a silly costume. I know i’m not the most present father but i notice some things” he continued.

”But don’t worry i’m not mad, if anything i’m proud that you can stand up for what you believe in” he stated.

At this point you were at a loss for words but that didn’t matter because your visitation time was out and a man came to escort your dad back to his cell.

Before your dad hung up the phone he said ”Love you Y/n” he then left you there still speechless.

You then headed home, feeling exhausted from that conversation with your dad alone.

You opened the door to your house and was met with a strange sight, there was a box on your living room table. You went over and looked at it, on the box there was a note attached saying ”From BG”.

Batgirl you assumed, you opened the box and the sight shocked you. It was a new super suit, you picked it up, it was purple, it had a cape, a hood and a ski mask with white eyes.

Then there was another note that fell of the suit, it said ”Next time when i ask who you are you answer The Spoiler”.

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