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sargebarnesx · 2 months

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Jealousy

Pairing: Jim Hopper x female reader

Rating: 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Age gap, dirty talk, unprotected sex, sex in his office, Hop’s a bit of a dom

Words: 2.3k ish?

Summary: Phil Callahan has a massive crush on you and Jim Hopper doesn’t want to admit that he’s jealous.

Author’s Note: please forgive me for two things: 1. If Hopper seems a bit OOC, it’s been a while since I’ve watched ST but I’ve been sitting on this idea for a while. 2. If I missed any warning/info that should have been provided. I haven’t posted fanfic on tumblr in about a decade so I’m out of practice. Hope y’all enjoy though!

Jim Hopper would never admit to being jealous.

He would describe himself as laid back when it came to relationships. Besides, when was he ever tied down to anyone long enough to get jealous? He would go with the flow, which usually meant he would have one night stand after one night stand and never call any of them ever again.

Until he met you.

You were a decade younger, but that didn’t bother him. You had a past, hell, so did he. He didn’t care. You started working at the station, that was great, he could see you every day and he definitely didn’t mind that. There was only one thing that seemed to be bothering him lately…

Phil Callahan had a massive crush on you.

Jim Hopper would never admit to being jealous, especially not of Phil Callahan.

You wore tight skirts and cute heels to work, a stark contrast from Flo’s ankle-length dresses and sensible shoes. You were young and pretty, what did he expect? You spent a lot of your time flittering around the station, helping where you could, filing, cleaning, making and answering calls. In between all of that, you found time to innocently flirt with Phil. You knew what you were doing; you knew it was going to make Jim’s blood boil every time he caught you sitting on the corner of Phil’s desk in your tight black skirt that hugged the curve of your ass perfectly. You were putting on a show, albeit one that had maybe gone on for too long. But you wanted to see how long it would take Hopper to crack.

Your white button-up top exposed your collarbone, giving everyone at the station a tiny peek of the smooth skin hiding underneath it. The black pumps that adorned your feet made a clicking sound as you walked back and forth and back and forth. Every time you passed by Jim’s open office door, he looked up from his paperwork in the hope of catching a glimpse. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

Neither could Phil.

Why did that make him seethe with jealousy?

Deep down, he knew why. He knew why seeing another man’s eyes rake over your body drove him absolutely insane.

He knew it was because that body had been writhing underneath him a mere seven hours ago. He knew it was because when you woke up next to him this morning, all you wanted was his dick in your mouth. He knew that you were probably still thinking about the way he railed you before your morning shower with your hair wrapped around his fist. How could you not be? He certainly was.

You were walking around the station with a familiar swing in your hips, a skip in your step, humming one of your favorite songs. Flo had commented that you were in a surprisingly good mood for a Monday morning. No one knew the things the two of you did off the clock and Jim wasn’t sure if they should. He didn’t want people to think you only had a job because you were screwing the chief. You deserved a better reputation than the one he had earned.

Jim heard the clicking of your heels getting closer as you approached his office. “Hey chief,” you say, rapping your knuckles against the door frame. You held a brown folder in your hand. “Whatcha got?” Hopper asks, holding his hand out to take the folder. Before you could respond, you slowly pushed the door closed. “Somethin’ serious?” Jim raises an eyebrow at your actions but doesn’t question you further. You set the folder down on his desk gently.

“I can feel your eyes on me every time I walk by,” you say, sitting in the chair opposite his desk and crossing your legs at the knee. Hopper leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out. You can feel the tip of his shoe rub against your ankle. “Yeah?” He remarks, “Can you feel Callahan’s too?” You nod, rolling your eyes, “Of course I can, but you looking up from your paperwork each time I walk by is what’s got me distracted.”

Hopper smirks, dragging his eyes over your exposed thighs. “Is that so?” He asks, “Not Callahan panting like a dog at your feet?”

You run a hand slowly through your hair, flipping it to one side. “Phil has been like that since high school. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to realize that if he hasn’t gotten any from me by now, he never will,” you explain. Hopper nods, his face emotionless as he moves his legs away from you. You follow his actions and lean in toward his desk.

“Besides,” you say, “I’ve had a lot on my mind today and I can’t say Phil Callahan has crossed it even once. You, on the other hand…”

“Me?” Jim asks, leaning back in his chair with his hands crossed behind his head, “What about me?”

He knows what he’s doing. That was your invitation and he knows you’ll take it. He watches as your mouth quirks up the tiniest bit in the corner, always one for a challenge. Hopper watches intently as you stand and make your way around the desk. He happily obliges when you motion for him to push his chair back a bit.

His hands immediately fly to the backs of your thighs when you straddle him and he has to hold back a groan as your hot pussy brushes against him. He takes in a sharp breath as you lean close to his ear.

“The chief wants to know what I’m thinkin’?” Your breath is hot against the shell of his ear. He nods, rubbing his hands from the backs of your knees to the curve of your ass. “I’m thinkin’ about your cock, chief, and how it feels when you’re filling up my pussy,” you place a kiss on the side of his neck, “I’m thinkin’ about laying back on this desk so you can fuck me right now.”

Jim presses his face in the crook of your neck to hide his groan. He hopes his office is far enough away from everyone so they can’t hear him. “You feel too good, baby,” he thrusts his hips up, trying to get closer but there are too many layers, “You know I’ll be too loud.”

You kiss him, deep and hard, taking his hands and pushing them onto your ass. “Maybe Phil will hear you and realize he doesn’t stand a chance,” you whisper with a smirk against his mouth. Hopper squeezes your ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, undoubtedly leaving a mark.

You push yourself back up into a standing position, then take a seat on his desk. “So, are you gonna help me?” You ask, placing your right foot on the arm of his chair, feeling your skirt ride up. His eyes rake over you, going from your hip to your ankle, and you can tell his fingers are itching to touch you. “Or am I gonna have to do it myself?” You lift your left leg and place it on the opposite arm, exposing yourself to him. You trail your fingers down between your legs, feeling the wet heat that has soaked your panties.

“Touch me,” you whine, pushing your panties to the side to thrust a finger deep into your throbbing pussy, “please.” He watches under hooded eyes, his hands resting on your ankles. Your finger circles your clit and you hold back a moan, remembering that there’s only a door separating the two of you from everyone else. His hands creep higher and he traces lightly across your skin. “Unbutton your shirt,” he murmurs. You pull your fingers away from your pussy, wet and glistening, and slowly slip your buttons open.

One by one, you expose the skin of your chest to him. He can see the black lace of your bra and the swell of your breasts, heaving up and down as you pull your shirt off. “Fuck,” he mutters, “You’re so damn beautiful.” He gets closer to you with these words, filling the space between your thighs. He places a kiss at the base of your throat and you gasp as his beard tickles your skin. “Jim…” you groan, “I need you right now.”

He stands, crowding you, towering over you, with one hand on his belt buckle. You can see how hard he is, how his big dick strains against his uniform pants. “You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you on my desk?” He asks under his breath, palming himself over his pants. You nod, lying back over folders and papers. He hooks a finger in each cup of your bra and pulls, exposing your tight, hard nipples. “You are so turned on, baby,” he whispers against your nipple before wrapping his lips around you, “Bet that sweet pussy is soaked.”

A chill runs down your spine at his words. You want nothing more than to have him ram his thick cock inside of you, but his tongue on your tits is driving you absolutely insane. You wrap your legs around his waist. “Jim, please,” you’re getting desperate at this point. You want him inside you now.

His belt falls open first. Then he pops open the button and lowers the zipper. You’re one layer away from finally feeling him. You tighten your legs and pull him into you, whining when you feel his length pressed against you. “Easy, baby,” he says softly, “Be patient.”

He pulls away from you and pushes his boxers down, finally. His cock bobs between the two of you and he hisses when the cool air hits him. He pumps himself a few times while you watch, wetness pooling between your legs. You want your panties off, you want him to fill you up, you want to feel him. “You ready for this cock, baby?” He says. You nod, “I’ve been ready. You know this pussy is yours.” He smirks, reaches under your skirt, and pulls your panties down your legs in one movement. You squirm as he takes his place back between your thighs. The head of his cock brushes against you and you moan, bucking your hips towards him.

Jim is grinning; he loves seeing how much you want him, how much you need him.

“You want it all?”

You nod again.

He pushes into you, so familiar, so filling. He groans into your mouth, bites down on your lip, and pumps his hips back and forth. You’re gripping his biceps, your noses are touching, and his eyes are trained on yours.

“Atta girl,” he groans, “Atta fuckin’ girl, taking my cock like this. Taking my cock on my desk at the station. You think Callahan could take you like this? You think Callahan could make your pussy this wet?”

You shake your head.

“You want Callahan to fuck you on his desk out there? You wanna tease him until he can’t take it anymore?”

His thrusts are getting sloppy, his desk is creaking beneath you. He’s already gotten you there twice and is working towards a third. “Oh…baby…girl…fuck,” he moans, his words each enunciated by a snap of his hips. Your hands are gripping the hair at the base of his neck and you know without a doubt that your bottom lip will have an intense indent from your teeth.

“You want my cum? You want it deep inside this pussy?” He growls. You nod, unable to form words, unable to think with the cloud of bliss that is currently fogging up your brain. “Use your words, baby. I wanna hear you…” he says, gripping your wrists and slamming them down on his desk above your head. “Yes,” you whisper, your voice shaking, “Yes, please, cum inside me.”

Suddenly, you feel like a rubber band snaps somewhere deep inside of you. Your back arches off of the desk and your eyes squeeze shut; you wish he didn’t have your hands pinned above your head because you’d love to dig your nails into his strong shoulders. Then he’s moaning - loud and deep, while he spills himself inside of you. Your body goes limp as he wraps his arms around you. He’s so warm and you cry out at the absence of his heat when he pulls out of you. “Jim…” you whine.

“Shh,” he says, digging through his drawers to find a random towel that he knows is buried in there somewhere. It’s scratchy and has a couple of holes, but he uses it to clean you up. His rough grips have turned to soft touches. He gingerly puts your heels back on your feet while you fix your bra and pull your shirt back on. When you stand, he pulls the bottom of your skirt down and gives your ass a gentle squeeze.

It’s a silent remark, something that tells you he enjoyed himself, that he loves you, and that he wouldn’t mind a round two this evening when you both get home.

“How do I look?” You ask, gesturing to your hair. Hopper leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette, “Gorgeous, as always.”

You smooth your hands through your hair and quickly swipe under your eyes, realizing then that you’ve been in Hopper’s office for far too long, your mascara is far too smeared, and your once crisp and perfect shirt is far too wrinkled.

With one last glance at him, you reach for his office door handle and pull it open. An officer is standing there, frozen in place with his fist in the air as though he was about to knock. You slip past him, grab a stack of folders on your way back to your desk, and call over your shoulder, “Oh, hi Phil!”

#jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper smut #jim hopper x you #david harbour #stranger things smut

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wszczebrzyszynie · 6 months

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too little Skizz in ranchers content he should be chilling in their basement .Jimmy slightly unnerved by just how many times he comes back home to see Skizz sitting on their couch but its okay he apparently made dinner. Or at least bought dinner. He has his own place and everything he just likes hanging out with them. Its because he loves them. Tango and Jim go on vacation but knowing their combined luck their train went off the rails and burned or something but its ok skizz will drive them to bulgaria himself no problem (or whatever the minecraft equivalent of bulgaria is) the only problem is Jim succesfully starts third wheeling the old man yaoi duo on his own vacatione. Looking out of the old kia window he sees cows says cows outloud once and since then for the remaining 18 hours of the drive every time there are cows outside Skizz takes notice and they say cows together. They set up camp midway Jim wakes up early in the morning to see Skizz and Tango gone. Hes about to call some services maybe even polizei but then they come out of the forest with some bought sausages and a bucket of mushrooms (things middle aged men do here for enrichment) and they just drive off like normal. Similar situation happens at least twice. Jim wants to take Tango out for some food or whatever but this whole situationship went so far he would feel guilty if he didnt invite Skizz with them. Jimmy has to live with the fact that Tangos emergency contact is Skizz and Tango has to live with the fact that Skizzles emergency contact is Impulse (its ok because Jimmys emergency contact is still Scott probably). All of the pictures taken durning their week out are that of Skizz. None of them are dating but Jimmy still feels like Tango and Skizz somehow introduced polyamory . This is my niche if you care i havent even introduced jimmys very divorced ex husband to the mix

#7 hours of family event christmas dinner just passed i may bite my left arm off #someone please put me down

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blackbeardsheartbreak · 7 months

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The crew of the New Revenge is hanging out a week after leaving their former captains at their so-called inn.

“Think they’ve starved yet?” Roach wonders aloud.

Chuckling, Auntie replies, “They’ve been dead for days.”

“Nah, I left Dads plenty of food,” Archie informs them.

Jim looks at Archie quizzically. “Food? What food? And stop calling them ‘Dads’!”

“I found a pregnant boa and threw her under the house. They should have about 30 snakes to eat by now.”

Archie seems really proud of herself.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Pete asks Lucius, whose eyes have gone wide.

Lucius bursts out laughing, picturing Ed reacting to 30 snakes inside the shack. Everyone looks at him in confusion, but he can’t catch his breath to explain.

Suddenly there’s a commotion at the side of the ship.

Stede’s yelling up from a dinghy, “Frenchie, permission to come aboard?” as a sopping wet Ed climbs over the rail.

“Land can fuck right off! Fucking nature!” Ed’s muttering as he stomps to the captain’s quarters.

Stede follows Ed, offering apologies to Captain Frenchie, explaining that they woke up covered in snakes and Ed swam about a mile out to sea before Stede caught up with him in a dinghy.

The crew all turn to look at a beaming Archie.

“See! Dads didn’t starve!”

#Archie is my favorite chaos #archie logic #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd archie #archie ofmd #edward teach #ofmd 2 #gentlebeard #stede bonnet #renew as a crew #new revenge #jim x archie #jim ofmd

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labuenosairesfrancaise · 3 days

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Nun Appleton House

Hi guys!!

I'm sharing Nun Appleton House. This is the 13th building for my English Collection.

I added aa garden, which is my own creation and not the original of the house.

History of the house: The hall itself is built of reddish-orange brick with ashlar dressings and a Welsh slate roof in three storeys to a rectangular floor plan. It is grade II listed and now stands in some 200 ha. of parkland.

The estate was acquired by The 1st Lord Fairfax of Cameron, a Yorkshireman with a Scottish peerage, following the Dissolution of the Monasteries, from whom it descended to The 3rd Lord Fairfax of Cameron, the well-known English Civil War commander, who built the present hall in the late 1600s.

In his time (1651) the estate was the inspiration for Andrew Marvell's Upon Appleton House, a significant country house poem. Marvell was tutor to Thomas Fairfax's daughter, Mary. After the death of Mary (who had married The 2nd Duke of Buckingham) in 1704 the estate was eventually sold in 1711 to Alderman William Milner of Leeds who carried out many alterations to the house.

His son William was created the 1st Milner Baronet, of Nun Appleton Hall in the County of York, in 1717 and was later Member of Parliament for York. The estate then descended in the Milner family until 1875, when the estate's owner, Sir William Mordaunt Milner, 6th Baronet, was more interested in gambling than looking after it.

By 1877 it had been leased to William Beckett-Denison, a wealthy Leeds banker. After the death of Sir William Milner in Cairo in 1881, his brother Frederick inherited the estate and in 1882 married Adeline, eldest daughter of William Beckett-Denison. After William Beckett's gruesome death in 1890, the Hall and estate were sold to Angus Holden, a sometime M.P. (later created Baron Holden), a woollen manufacturer from Bradford, whose ownership was somewhat brief as he died in 1912.

The hall was now empty and many of the tenanted farms were sold. The estate was put up for auction in 1914 and again in 1917 and eventually acquired by a private company which felled many of the trees but by 1919 had gone into liquidation. It was bought in 1920 by Sir Benjamin Dawson, 1st Baronet, another Bradford textile manufacturer, who was High Sheriff of Yorkshire for 1951–52. During the Second World War the hall was taken over by the London Maternity Hospital.

When the stable block accidentally burnt down it was afterwards refurbished as a theatre and made available to the local community.

The property was bought from the last occupant, Sir Benjamin's daughter Joan Dawson, for £1.2 million in the 1980s by Humphrey Smith of the Samuel Smith brewing family. The house is now fenced off, empty, unused and deteriorating.

Video below check it out

For more info: https://www.facebook.com/story.php/?story_fbid=928431841986992&id=100044605540042&_rdr

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This house fits a 50x50 lot (I think if you lose the gaden and terrace it can fit a 50x40 too)

I furnished just the principal rooms, so you get an idea. The rest is unfurnished so you create the interiors to your taste!

Hope you like it.

You will need the usual CC I use:

all Felixandre cc

all The Jim,

SYB

Anachrosims

Regal Sims

King Falcon railing

The Golden Sanctuary

Cliffou

Dndr recolors

Harrie cc

Tuds

Lili's palace cc

Please enjoy, comment if you like it and share pictures with me if you use my creations!

Free to download blueprint: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=75230453

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angelisgonnastartchangingurls · 3 months

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annie on vacation

that summer, jim got robbie a temp job at his office and it quickly was made permanent. annie hadn't quote clocked how close jim and robbie were, as friends, but she supposed both spending so much time in julia's pussy was a kind of bonding experience.

julia was shaved now too, like annie, for the warm weather. annie really loved rubbing their pussies together when they were both smooth. she always made sure to shave before their group dates. she'd often get in the shower while robbie was already in there, and he'd cum on her ass while she shaved so he'd last longer for julia.

robbie was cumming on annie a lot lately. once they'd started they'd found it hard to stop. usually on her tits, but sometimes he'd bend her over and pull her pants down so he could cum on her ass or panties. one morning before they both left for work. she'd held the front of her panties open to catch his load and then she'd gone to work like that. it was one of the several ways they were playfully escalating. robbie grabbed her ass a lot, around the house, and she grabbed his cock, particularly when he wore basketball shorts.

sometimes, robbie worked from home, and was on zoom calls when annie would drop in between sessions. she'd stand on the other side of his computer and flash her tits, or her pussy, sometimes even masturbating when she felt like it.

they made a pact to cool it in july though, when they booked a beach house with julia and jim for a long weekend, just before robbie's birthday. they had a very relaxing weekend of drinking and drugs and the beach -- julia getting wonderful tanlines and annie mostly hiding under an umbrella.

on saturday night, after a boozy dinner in the little beach town, julia announced that she wanted to watch annie and jim fuck.

it wasn't like annie and jim had been avoiding this because of their past indiscretions, it had just seemed until now, very clear that julia didn't want them to. annie wondered why she was changing course, hoping it wasn't some kind of weird test. because next thing she knew, she was sucking jim's cock while robbie and julia watched. she tried to act unfamiliar with jim's cock, even though julia knew she'd been seeing it freely for months. julia winked at annie while jim was eating her pussy, and annie gave her a thumbs up to his performance. then she rode his cock on the bed, looking at robbie's cock straining against his boxer briefs, and at the obvious wet spot on julia's gray thong. "you can cum in me," annie told jim.

"fuck yes," julia said.

jim unloaded. when he was done, julia pulled him off, kissed him, and took his place on the bed. she worked annie's pussy aggressively, making her cum twice before leaving her in a heap, pulling robbie down, and getting railed by him from behind.

"what brought that on?" annie asked, when she and julia were alone.

"i think jim is going to propose," julia said. "and i didn't feel like i could marry him if you hadn't fucked him too. he was okay, right?"

"he was great," annie said.

"ok, thank god," julia said.

"you guys are gonna get married?" annie said. "that's amazing."

"you're my backup plan," julia said. "if this marriage doesn't work out, i'm marrying you."

"you'll still fuck me when you're married right?" annie said, reaching between julia's legs and kissing her. annie loved kissing julia.

"of course," julia said.

they were already going at it pretty wildly when robbie and jim came back in with drinks, so jim got on the bed, got hard, and fucked julia while she ate annie's pussy. robbie didn't get hard again, so he just watched as annie, then julia, then jim came just a few seconds apart.

at the beach house, annie and robbie had separate rooms, and annie found herself missing his body in the bed while she slept. when they got home on monday night, exhausted, she felt guilty about sleeping next to him in shorts and a t-shirt. it was the most she'd ever slept next to him wearing.

the next morning was his birthday, and she woke up early and took a shower and then went back to the room where he slept. she crawled onto the bed, straddling his knees, and pulled down his boxers. he was mostly soft, but she took him in her hand and then into her mouth anyway. he opened his eyes and looked at her, already on his way to fully hard.

"uh," he said.

"happy birthday," annie said. it didn't take her long to make him cum. she eagerly sucked, stroked, and spit on his shaft for roughly three minutes before he began to spurt. she caught most of it in her mouth but let a little get on her face.

"do you like your present?" she asked him.

"obviously yes," he said.

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pitifulbaby · 11 months

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uncharted waters

summary: being a prince wasn’t what Steve wanted, he wanted adventure in the sea. he wanted freedom from the strict life he was given, he wanted to be himself and not the royalty that was bestowed upon him.

pairings: Prince!Steve x Fem!Mermaid!Reader

warnings: depiction of boat crash and fire, steve has big feelings

a/n: i’m gonna be honest in the fact that i have been trying to write this ever since i saw the live action little mermaid which was in may. maybe ill write more for this or maybe i wont it just depends on my brain and if people like this? anyways, enjoy! 4.4k words

The whirling of the wind was a constant on the ocean, which was wonderful in getting a boat across the open waters to and fro its destinations. The hum of the waves and buzzing of the winds mixed beautifully, the occasional squawk of a seagull here and there depending on just how close you might be to the shore.

To some, being on a ship was terrifying, the rocking back and forth as well as not knowing just what was in the deep blue this giant piece of wood was moving across. It was a horrifying idea, especially when you think just how deep the ocean is. Who truly knows what is lurking deep, deep down?

But to Steve Harrington, the sea was his favorite thing. The thrill of sailing was intoxicating, there seemed to never be a dull moment with his crew. The Prince knew he probably shouldn’t enjoy being on the ship as much as he did, but could you blame him? He knows he should be thankful to be born into royalty, he was given a world many could only dream of. But at what cost?

Sure he had the world at his fingertips, but only to a point. He had rules after rules to follow, his clothing had to be pristine at all times, no slouching- the list goes on and on. The one time he felt himself was out at sea, the breeze in his hair and spray of water against his tanned, freckled skin made him feel alive.

King Matthew Harrington and Queen Doris were off to some other kingdom for ‘business’ but Steve knew it was just a glorified vacation away from their own home. His parents enjoyed being rulers, but they didn’t enjoy the working part of it.

So that's why they seemed to always be away doing their work, or, lack of it.

The work was then placed on their son, Prince Steve. Steve was still in his late teens and already had the weight of the kingdom placed upon his shoulders. The Kingdom was smaller than the neighboring ones, the palace built upon the shorelines of Hawkins, overlooking the sea.

Though the Prince was old enough to look after himself, he was still placed in the care of his majordomo and confidant whenever his parents were gone- which was most of the time. Jim, or as he is referred to as Hopper, is a hulking figure of a man, around the age of Steve’s parents. He was hard headed, but never cruel. Steve had more of a father son relationship with Sir Hopper than he does with his own.

The day was gone, leaving dark skies with shimmering stars and a big moon in its wake. Upon the royal ship was Steve and his crew, one of his crewmates- and closest friends Robin, thought it would be a wonderful idea to celebrate the male's birthday by sailing out, light some fireworks off and just have a bit of fun. So that's what they decided to do for his 19th birthday.

Laughter filled the top deck of the ship, cups were filled with drinks, the atmosphere was light and happy. It was something Steve needed, he didn’t feel like a prince in the moment, he simply felt like a teenage boy.

Unbeknownst to anyone upon the ship, they were being watched. Not in a bad way, but curious eyes seemed to be glued to the rowdy crew. In the water was you, a creature of the sea, a mermaid.

Attached to the side of the ship were lifeboats in case of emergencies, hoisted right above the water. You had managed to hoist yourself into one of the boats, the railings of the ship had arches at the bottom of them so you were able to look in, eyes wandering across the group. The only way you would be seen was if someone was looking for you.

All you have known was life under the ocean, because that's all you were shown. Your father was very strict about the surface world, but why is it always the things we can’t have, become the things we are most interested in?

You were never allowed to venture off far, never get close to any other humans, never this and never that. Like Steve you just wanted more but you were glued to these rules. You couldn’t step a toe- in your case, fin, out of line. But that didn’t stop your curiosity, it seemed that since you couldn’t have it, the urge for it was stronger.

But today seemed to be the closest you have ever gotten to another human other than your father, sure you have swam to the surface but that was only to visit father, but never were you this close to anyone else. People were odd to you in a sense, but they were absolutely fascinating. They seemed to lose things rather easily, which sucked for them but earned a hyperfixation for you and the lost objects. Hidden in your grotto was a plethora of odd findings, things that you didn’t know the names of so you gave them your own.

Those thoughts seemed to slip away as you admired the crew, eyes wide and full of wonder. You knew you shouldn’t be here, you knew that if you were seen you would get caught and who knows what they would do. Your father told you that humans were ruthless, told you gruesome stories to try and get you from losing interest in humans.

But they were just so fascinating, and they made such odd and amazing things!

Your hands rested against the side of the ship, resting against it to try and see further into the boat. You just wanted to observe, see how they lived. But, you were caught, luckily though, not by a human. A creature seemed to notice you, a rather big and fluffy one at that. If you remembered correctly it was a dog that sensed you. With a wagging tail and paws padding against the wood, the animal trotted over to you.

Luckily no one noticed, yet. You couldn’t help the quiet laugh that slipped past your lips, the dog sticking its face through the opening and sniffing your outstretched hand before licking you. Moving your hand slowly you let your fingers run through the fur. The texture of the animal was odd, the fur absorbing the water from your hands. But the dog didn’t seem to mind the drops of water, too distracted by the mermaid.

“Dart! C’mon boy, you’re gonna get stuck.” A voice soon called out, as the voice rings through, you quickly duck down and move away from the opening of the railing.

You were hidden from their view, but you could still see them. A tall gruff man shoos the dog, whom you have found out is named Dart, away from the opening.

“Dart, you getting into trouble?” This time the words were spoken by a different voice, his voice calm as he spoke to the dog. Shifting in the boat you moved your head and caught a glimpse of who was speaking. He was a tall male, though not as tall as the one before him. Fluffy dark hair, and he adorned a flowy white shirt, tucked into a pair of trousers with a deep blue vest over the shirt, finished off with a sash around his waist. His smile was wide, sun kissed skin and soft freckles gracing his features.

He was breathtaking. The sight of him caused your interest to somehow be more peeked, keeping a close eye on the boy who seemed not much older than you.

The crew soon was moving their attention to one of the crew members. Her hair was short- not even touching the tops of her shoulders. Her attire was similar to the pretty males, but she ditched the vest and her clothes weren’t as pristine as his. With a laugh she was moving to a large object draped with fabric, hiding whatever it was.

She then hopped on top of a crate next to the object- a little clumsy with her actions before she was raising her cup high and smacking the side of the metal with a spoon a few times. The clanking caused laughter from the crew, Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes with a laugh at her antics. “As we all know our lovely-” the last word was said with a fake gag, “Prince Steve is finally turning nineteen!” Her voice was a bit low with a natural rasp.

Her hands waved when she spoke, some of the liquid in her cup splashing onto one of the other crew members, he looked to be the youngest of them all. “Seriously, Robin?” He questioned, his words having a faint lisp to them. “Sorry Dustin,” She said with a fake glare to the younger boy.

“Anyways, as I was saying,” She passes her cup and spoon off to someone else, “Since it is his birthday, we have all decided on getting you a gift!” Robin exclaims, biting back a laugh that has a deeper undertone. Steve’s brows furrow, leaning back against the railing as his eyes stay glued to the crew he calls his closest friends.

Robin is stifling a laugh, her hands closing around the fabric hiding the large item. “Are you ready for the greatest gift of all, Prince Steve?” Robin’s words were spoken in a teasing manner, the prince simply sighs, nodding slowly. “I fear I don’t have much of a choice.” Steve spoke with a fake sadness. Robin’s smile was mischievous, tightening her grasp on the cotton. With a quick pull the fabric was ripped away, the material snapping into the wind with a ‘whoosh!’ sound. The gift was finally unveiled to be a large statue of none other than Steve Harrington, it was gray and made from stone, depicting the Prince with a proud look adorning his face, a sword in its sheath at his left hip, his left hand against said hip and his right hand reaching across his chest and torso to rest against the hilt of the sword.

The ship goes silent as everyone stays still, gaze shifting from the statue and the actual person. The only sound is the wind and the crashing of the waves. Suddenly Steve lets out a laugh and the crew follows suit. Hopper placed his hand over his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter.

Steve was rather nervous to receive his birthday gift, only for the fact that he feels like he has every materialistic item he could have. It wasn’t unusual for the young maidens of neighboring kingdoms to send gifts to Steve, he is a young, handsome bachelor who is a Prince, an heir to a throne. So of course women and even the occasional man will send their finest gifts with a letter in hopes of wooing the male and land themselves a seat in the royal family.

His face is flushed in embarrassment as he stares at the large statue, his hand going over his mouth. He lets his hand fall back to his side after a moment, opening his mouth and closing it- he did so a few times as he tried to come up with what to say. “We had it commissioned, though we were hoping it could’ve been a wedding present, birthday seemed good enough.” Robin spoke through her laughter, stepping down from the crate.

“Hey I think it's good there isn’t a girl in the picture yet, I couldn’t imagine getting that as a wedding gift.” Dustin spoke back to Robin, causing some of the crew to let out quiet ‘oohs!’ in response to his remark. Steve simply rolls his eyes at that, turning his gaze to Hopper. The older male motioned him over, leading them to the other side of the ship while everyone else continued on with the celebration.

Unknowingly they stepped closer to the boat you were currently hiding in, pressed against the ship.

As Steve looked at Hopper he felt his eyebrows furrow at the face he was making. Jim was a stoic man, truthfully no one could ever figure out what emotion he seemed to be feeling. But when you were basically raised by the man, you learn to pick up the small differences in his features. Steve let himself lean against the railing, crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for Jim to speak.

“Your parents sent a letter,-” He spoke, his words low. Steve let out a groan, throwing his head back for a moment before righting himself. “Let me guess, no ‘Happy Birthday to our wonderful and only child!’” He guessed, but it wasn’t a guess when he knew he was right. The boy couldn’t remember the last time he spent a birthday with his parents, hell, he couldn’t remember the last time they spent any sort of holiday or celebration together!

“They want to know when you will be getting married.” Hopper’s words were point blank, quick to the point and void of emotion, Steve turns around to face the railing, pressing his elbows against the wooden frame and digging the palm of his hands into his eyes. “I know you don’t want to hear this kid, but time is ticking and you do need to find someone.”

“There are plenty of women lining up-” Jim is then interrupted as Steve stands back up. “I don’t want to just settle for a wife, besides none of them want me for me. They want the royalty aspect of me.” Steve’s words are quiet, laced with pain.

“Every time I have tried to get to know someone it just- it doesn't feel right because I know there is an ulterior motive. They don’t see me for me, they see this Prince, which sure yeah I am. But I wanna be seen as Steve, not Prince Steve.” The young boy ranted, pouring out his feelings to one of the only adults that would ever listen to him.

Jim wasn’t the best at comforting, especially to Steve. The two were gifted different lifestyles but they met in the middle, two different upbringings. One was born into royalty and the other who somehow managed to become a part of a royal family.

He placed his hand on the boys shoulder, giving the younger male a small shake. “We just want you to be happy, maybe try looking harder or in other places.”

Steve simply sighs, his shoulders drooping. “When I find her, I will know. It will hit me like lightning.” His words were more for himself, trying to find comfort in his own words. “But I’m not worried about that right now, I’m still young, Hopper. I can worry about marriage later on in life. Right now I want to spend as much time out on the ocean as I can.” He said with a small smile, looking out at the water. In the distance was a bolt of lightning, the waves started to get a bit rough.

“Storms moving in fast,” Steve spoke, watching for a moment before he was soon turning to the crew.

Just moments ago everything was calm, but the waves were harsher now. There were no obvious signs that there was a storm coming, the sky was already dark from the nighttime. Everything seemed to happen fast, rain pouring down from the sky and causing the deck of the ship to be a slip and slide as everyone ran around in preparation for the storm.

Everyone was bustling around, moving around in a speedy fashion as the storm got worse by the second. Securing things down with rope, reefing the sails and climbing the netting of the masts. In simple words it was chaos as everyone tried to batten down the hatches. The waves became choppy by the second, rocking the boat hard.

Hopper had ventured to the stern of the ship to the helm, steering the ship as best he could in the weather, his eyes slanted as he tried to shield his vision from the pouring rain and the wind. But he is cut short as a huge wave crashes over the ship, slamming into the male and pushing him to the ground. Steve notices from the other side of the ship, he sees the wheel abandoned and soon he is rushing to the spinning wheel. He takes the steps two at a time, nearly sliding to the ground before he grasps the helm, planting his feet to the ground. The wheel shows much restraint, causing Steve to struggle for a moment. His eyes are trained ahead at the wild open sea, the waves rocking the ship and parting to show a boulder of rocks protruding from the water. It was planted right where the vessel was set to sail. Quickly Steve steers the wheel in the other direction, pushing with all his strength as he gets it to spin the opposite way.

For whatever reason through this all, you stayed in the lifeboat, you knew through it all it was probably a stupid idea to stay seated. But you were entranced by Steve, it was like he was the siren and you were the pirate, weakened by his enticing voice. You watched it all, watched the chaos and panic ensue as you stayed in the boat watching like a hawk. Your head whipped to the side as you noticed the rock formation, quickly diving out as the side of the life vessel you were in was the side that was destined to hit the boulder.

The ship hit the stone formation head on, the large boat hitting hard causing the front to break and splinter off, throwing objects and men off the vessel. The hanging lamps that were strung from pillar to pillar atop the ship soon came crashing down, the fire inside soon spread across the wooden ship, up the mast and to the sails.

Steve Harrington scrambled up, his eyes wide as he panted, looking out at his ship and seeing it start to engulf into flames. He once again was running down the stairs, “Lifeboats! Abandon ship!” He screamed out, motioning over the railings and into the water. “Abandon ship?” Dustin screamed back, his words laced with panic. Steve simply nodded, “Go!” He called back, watching as the crew jumped overboard into the water, the lifeboats already having been lowered down by one of the crew.

The sails, pillars and masts were crashing down, the fire was an intense blaze, the rain still pelting down heavily. Steve watched as everyone jumped out, his eyes roaming the broken ship and not seeing anyone aboard. But before he could join anyone in the lifeboats, he heard barking. “Dart,” His body whipped around, eyes scanning over the fiery ship before landing on the old english sheepdog. Dart was stuck on the stern by the steering wheel, barking as he hoped to alert someone that he was still there and stuck.

The Prince searched for a way up there, eyes frantic as he ran- jumping over ablaze wooden planks, moving rope out of his way before finally he was able to reach the dog. “It's okay, I got you,” Steve spoke to Dart, his arms curling under the belly of the dog and hoisting him up. He ran to the side of the ship, “I’m sorry bud,” He said before he had to toss him into the open water.

In one of the boats nearby was the youngest crew member, Dustin Henderson. Reaching his hand out into the water, “C’mon boy! It's okay!” He called out to the animal, watching as he paddled as fast as he could. But the dog was struggling, the waves were still choppy and rain still strong, a second later though he got faster. Under the water helping him was you, your hands pushing him up ever so to keep his head out of the water, you swam under him and helped the dog over to the boy. Once the animal was being pulled out of the sea you swam under the boat, having decided you were going to leave. But a gut feeling was telling you to stay, the top of your head and eyes peeking up over the water.

“Steve!” Jim screamed out from one of the life vessels, and all eyes were on the boy. Right as he was about to jump overboard, the ship was crashed by a wave. Causing Steve to lose balance and land on his back before being dragged by gravity down the ship before breaking through the wooden railings and into the open water.

With wide eyes you watched him plummet down, quickly diving underwater and to the wreck, surfacing as you tried to find the boy before finally seeing his lifeless body sinking fast. Once again you were back underwater.

It was much calmer under the sea, eyes trained on the prince as you swam after him. The world was much darker, everything more muffled. You know you should prefer under the water, but there was something about the outside world that was so much more interesting to you. Maybe you just lacked any social aspect other than your family and you can only talk to the sea life for so long.

Much like Steve, you felt as if you were destined for more than you were given, but you were tied down by everyone around you telling you what you should or shouldn’t do.

Once he was in reach you let one of your arms curl around his waist, pulling his back against your side as you started your swim back up to the surface. You swore you haven’t swam that fast in a while, fin slicing through the water in hopes of reaching the boy you weren’t even sure was alive in the first place. But finally you got him above the water, shifting his body close to you. He took a deep, shuddery breath the moment he could, but he was still out like a light. The adrenaline wore off and hitting the water so hard knocked him unconscious.

Holding him tight you let the waves move you both away from the wreckage, your eyes trailing to look at the damage of the ship. Pieces of wood and other objects littered the sea around you, the only light source was from the flames of the ablaze vessel that was once so lively. The moon wasn’t insight, hidden away by the dark clouds they continued to pelt down rain. Even after it helped wreak so much havoc it still showed no mercy in its doings.

The wreck happened rather far into the ocean, and by the time you managed to swim him to shore, the sun had risen and the storm was gone without a trace. The sky was clear as can be and the sun shining bright.

Getting him onto the sand was a bit of a struggle, gently laying him down onto the warm sand as the waves splashed behind you. A bit of fear encased you as you didn’t see him move, at some point the buttons on his shirt seemed to have become undone. Pressing your hand against his naked chest as you leaned your ear right above his heart. You could hear the faint beat, but he wasn’t doing anything else. Leaning back up you noticed a piece of seaweed stuck to his shirt, grabbing it and flinging it somewhere over your shoulder.

You could feel panic bubbling up, taking hold of his shoulders and shaking him gently- hoping to wake the man.

Finally he moved, well, he coughed up some water in his lungs, which was more comforting for you than it probably should be. The waves crashed against his feet and the fin of your tail, his body relaxing after his lungs were finally cleared and he could breathe normally. He was still unconscious, you let one of your hands keep you propped up while the other rested against his chest.

Quietly you hum a tune, moving your hand to rest against his cheek. Your humming turned into singing, nonsense words that were almost a plea of wishing you could be human like him and see the world. You softly turned his head towards you, noticing the cut above his eyebrow that had stopped bleeding. Your hand trails back to rest against his chest, your eyes taking in each and every small detail adorning his freckled face. You knew he was beautiful far away, but up close he was just breathtaking. Words couldn’t describe his beauty, his features were sharp but they were formed to give his face such a soft look.

As you softly sang, his hand started to move as he slowly gained consciousness. His hand moving to gently rest against yours, his eyes moving under his lids. Once again you knew you should’ve left as soon as possible, but there was this pull to him that held on tight. Slowly his eyes parted, dark brown irises meeting you. His vision was blurred, the sun was right beside your head so you were a silhouette that was slowly becoming more clear. A gentle smile pulled at your lips as your singing came to a stop. But soon the sounds of shouting could be heard from above, your head snapping to the side as you see a bundle of people bustling down the rocky mountains.

You knew they were here for the man who had let his eyes fall shut once again, and once more you were back in the water at a safe distance. The top of your head was above water, eyes peeking out as you watched the scene unfold in front of you.

“Over here!” One of the men said as they ran to the Prince, leaning down and pressing their hand against his chest. “He’s alive!” He called back, another man coming to the other side of Steve, helping hoist him up before they were off.

With eyes full of wonder you watched it all happen, hoisting yourself up onto some rocks to see better, waves slammed against the rock formation you were leaned against, water flying and splashing around you as you felt a smile pull at your face. You never made promises with yourself, if things were meant to happen they would, but you had this feeling that in this moment, something was starting now and you would fight for it.

#steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 2 years

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I don't like the popular headcannon that Izzy is going to seek Stede out because Ed has gone off the rails even for him because it just doesn't make sense. Like what could Ed do that would possibly be off the rails for Izzy when clearly Izzy is positively delighted with murder and forced auto cannibalism and marooning and gang pressing. The only thing I can think is going up against an opponent like the British or French navy while under armed and understaffed, something that Ed may be forced into given that he escaped the British Naval academy, but not something I think that survival mode Kraken Ed would do willingly.

So anyway I only really see one line in the sand for Izzy, a line that Ed is unlikely to cross because fuck would that be the stupidest thing he could possibly do with only 4 employees(Fang Izzy Jim and Frenchie), and even if they give him magic leather daddy extras that appear from the eather when needed or they make a pit stop to pick up some goons it still would be pretty fucking dumb. He's done it before but then he had a near death experience about it I think he's unlikely to do it again.

Also, apperantly I need to remind some people that this whole Kraken turn is a last ditch effort to keep Izzy happy. He's trying to keep Izzy loyal and the rest of the crew ruled by fear. He's not the kraken because he's sad or for fun. He's the kraken because he is currently watching his fucking step.

But even if you disagree that he's unlikely to go up against such an opponent why the fuck would Izzy seek out Stede. In Izzy's mind Stede and Ed being together is a fate worse than death for Ed. Izzy believes Stede to be a corrupting influence. Izzy fucking hates Stede. If Stede is the only thing that will make it better Izzy has proven time and time again that he's content for it to get worse. He brought the British Navy into the republic of Pirates for fucks sake. Why would this stubborn man risk Ed trying to quit piracy again? Why would he risk him becoming the namby pamby in the silk gown when he could just as easily sacrifice both himself and Ed at the altar of Blackbeard's legacy? It just doesn't make sense to me for Izzy's character. If there was ever a mistake for Izzy to stubbornly double down on over and over and over again this is it. Even if Izzy starts to see it as a mistake, which I see as unlikely at best, he has to double down. Otherwise he lost a toe for nothing. Otherwise he threatened to kill the only man he has a meaningful relationship with for shits and giggles. Otherwise he called down the wrath of the largest military in the world for no fucking reason.

Now, I will give credit where it's due. I could see Izzy getting sick of Ed's moping and deciding to find him a rebound. He clearly believes in dicknotization and the power of reminding Ed that there were men before Bonnet (Calico Jack, anybody?). He could hypothetically seek out one of Ed's other exes or even just a guy who looks kinda like Stede that Izzy finds more palatable. But the odds of him finding Stede requires Izzy to a) see what he's doing as a mistake; b) admit to that mistake and admit he needs help correcting it; c) decide that the thing he spent all of season 1 trying to prevent is some how better than what's going on right now and; d) not try to come up with an alternative that is better for him than both those options. I just don't think that he'd ever do such a thing.

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbeard #blackbeard ofmd #edward teach #edward teach ofmd #izzy hands #izzy critical #just to cover my bases

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Mod A fav list

The OFMD Trucker AU by Harley_Quinn09876 [E], 85k

Stede Bonnet is getting divorced, which is actually a very good thing, but quite honestly he has no idea what to do with himself, he doesn't know what he wants, or what he likes... So on a whim, he abandons his life and heads out on a directionless road trip that is partly an escape, and partly an attempt at self discovery. One stormy night, one car accident, and subsequent rescue by a dashing trucker later, Stede is starting to get an idea of what, or at least who, he really rather likes. Or, that OFMD Modern Trucker AU that no one asked for but that I COULD NOT get out of my head

Water Flowing Underground by @gaypiratebrainrot [E], 22k

Actors and long-time friends Stede Bonnet and Edward Teach shoot the second season of their television show about the historical Gentleman Pirate Rhys Darby and Taika "Blackbeard" Waititi. Things do not go as planned.

kissing is what lovers do (and we're not lovers) by @afterism [E]

A vaguely canon-compliant friends-with-benefits scenario where they've been having sex since episode five but still don't kiss until episode nine, because they're both idiots who don't talk it through as a crew.

An Extremely Fun, Memorable, Deeply Cool Adventure by @ofmd-alsaurus [E]

Edward might be the one with the experience, but Stede is the one with the imagination. OR Stede invents cocksucking. Ed is scandalized and intrigued.

your name like a boat by @mia-ugly and @soft-october-night [E], 39k canon setting plus soulmarks

Sailors call them watermarks. A gift from the sea, a name or symbol written on your chest, meant to guide you to your own true love. But Stede Bonnet's mark doesn't look like anything at all. Not really. And it certainly doesn't look like 'Edward' or 'Teach' or 'Blackbeard' or a black beard and that's fine. Completely fine. Ed's absolutely fine with it.

Transformative Work by @mia-ugly and @pinehutch [E], 41k

"I heard you’re a writer,” Blackbeard says. There’s a sudden rustling sound as Blackbeard kicks something across the floor. Frenchie bends down to retrieve it, and sees that it’s a notebook. Wide and empty, like that one Lucius used to carry around with him. “Write us a better ending then.” (Captain Blackbeard has heard about Frenchie’s ‘bit of fanfiction.’ He asks him to write a better ending for his and Stede’s story. Frenchie tries his best but soon other people want to tell the story the way it should have gone, including Fang, Lucius, Ivan, Jim, and ultimately Ed. In the act of surviving and telling stories together, relationships are considered, examined, and developed. Meanwhile, a ship trailing seagulls grows closer and closer on the horizon.)

weather the storm by @one-more-page [E], 10k timeloop

Ed wakes up on the day Stede comes back over and over and over again.

somewhere in time by @one-more-page [M], 16k canon vibes and AU vibes

Stede goes overboard during a storm and watches his life with Ed in a dozen different timelines.

#gentlebeard is trending! by regional_catastrophe [T], 41k

In which Stede accidentally convinces the pirating world that Gentlebeard (or Blackbonnet or Stedward; there's a poll) is canon, reunites his crew, and gets his boyfriend back.

i'm yours, you know by @andillwriteyouatragedy [T], 9k

stede saves his crew, draws a duel, and reunites with the love of his life, though he's certain he's going to die every step of the way.

our blood is thicker than storms and saltwater by @andillwriteyouatragedy [M], 11k

"No!” Ed screams instinctively. He doesn’t know what’s happened, but he knows he’s heard a gunshot, and he knows Stede’s hands are slipping out of his, and he knows, a second later, that Stede’s let go of the railing to fall into the sea below. Somebody grabs onto Ed’s shoulder, but he wrenches them off of him without a second thought. He wrestles his boots off, then his weapons, but he doesn’t care to tear off anything else— there isn’t time for it, not now, not when— “Captain, don’t!” Frenchie shouts behind him. Ed ignores him. The Revenge doesn’t have a captain if Stede Bonnet’s not on board.

Bones Adrift by Skrifores [E], 42k

The Revenge spots a drifting, seemingly abandoned ship. Is it haunted, overrun by demons, or full of vampire-mermaids? Probably none of the above, Ed and Stede think, though some of the crew have different ideas. There does seem to be something wrong about that ship though. It warrants some investigation. This is a ghost story/horror genre (not too scary) multi-chapter story set in the wonderful Co-Captains time before everything went to hell.

Changing Tides by annabagnell and songlin [E], 37k

Stede Bonnet proudly took credit for every pound his lover gained. He was more right than he knew.

Stede Bonnet's Guide to Sexual Failure (and How to Overcome It) by @thetardigrape [E], 6k

Ed and Stede haven't fucked, but not for lack of trying. aka 5 times Ed and Stede didn't manage to fuck, and 1 time they did.

In Favor with Their Stars by @mxmollusca [M], 62k

Ed is an engineer aboard the Revenge, an interplanetary research vessel on a multi-year mission to study Jupiter's moon Europa. An accident requires that Ed awaken from cryostasis over six months early, and finds his only companion to be Stede, the ship's onboard AI. They develop an unconventional friendship, but is it possible to have more? This is classic mutual pining with a sci-fi twist, inspired by all of my favorite stories about the nature of personhood.

one little room an everywhere by @stedebonntits [T], 18k

Instead of running off to sea, Stede runs off to become a lighthouse keeper. It's uneventful, repetitive, and strangely soothing. Until the storm. Until Stede finds the man shipwrecked on the rocks below. Maybe it's what they both needed.

Down Where It's Wetter and Darling It's Better (WAS (Wet Ass Squssy)) by @zombee and @ghostalservice [E], 24k

When Ed hears Izzy's caught something strange in his net, he expects maybe a two-headed swordfish or a weird duck. But what he's found seems a little too human for Ed's taste. A Free Willy/Shape of Water/Little Mermaid/Tentacle AU.

your name like a boat by @mia-ugly and @soft-october-night [E], 39k

if you get the time, the number is still mine by @one-more-page [M], 25k

A series of phone calls as Stede and Ed go from childhood friends, to adults who can't connect, to something more.

#ofmd #our flag means death #fic rec #our flag means death fanfic #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #modern au #mod a

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 months

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Sheriff!Jim Bickerman x Younger!Reader || Oneshot

I did it!! Oh my God, I love it so much XD

Plot: Sheriff Jim is called to break up a party you're at and finds a guy trying to heavily pressure you into drinking (when Jim knows you don't really like it- you only drink a little when you're with him cuz you feel safe) and threatens the guy with his gun of course. His career may change but his willingness to threaten people with firearms does not.

Warnings: Peer pressure, sexual references, inappropriate age difference (25/66).

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball and @slxsherwriter.

When the sound of sirens started blaring out on the lawn and some guy yelled out 'COPS', you felt your eyes widen. Oh no.

You've only got one police station in town and the Sheriff is now-

Shit! Quickly you throw your legs off the couch and get to your feet, rushing through the gaggle of people also trying to get out before 'Officer Bickerman' got in the building and started arresting people. Honestly, everyone knew the irony of that man arresting others-- but when a man has a badge and a gun you aren't really in any position to argue with him.

You in particular have added incentive to get away, though. You don't want people to know your actual relationship with Jim- and, neither does he, now that he's sheriff, but you just have a feeling if you're seen together in public (in any capacity), it will get out. You don't know how, maybe you're paranoid, but you don't want to risk it.

So you get to the back door and slip out, barely noticing you're being followed by a guy you were talking to (well, trying not to talk to) during the party until you took a breath of fresh air and managed to relax; out of the house, now.

"Hey, Y/N wait up!"

Oh, fuck.

"Owen, I think I'm gonna head home."

"Okay well, here. I managed to grab your drink before crazy old Jimmy Bickerman got in there." You turn around on the back deck, looking uncomfortable at the sight of the red cup. Owen got it for you about 2 hours ago, some rum and coke mixture (more rum then coke you're guessing) and you've been subtly ignoring it. Haven't taken a sip. It's not that you think Owen will drug you or anything, it's just that... you don't really drink. The only times you do drink a tiny bit is when you're with Jim, because you feel safe. And you already told him that-- he just disregarded it. Said it's okay, you're with friends, and it'll just help you have fun! You told him you were already having fun, but he didn't catch the hint. Or refused to.

While other party-goers stream out the door after the two of you, around you and into the woods behind the house, you politely shake your head. "No thanks, Owen. It's all yours if you want it." Hopefully he hears the tone of finality in your voice.

You do not want that damn drink!

"C'mon- I wanna see you drink it." He goes on playfully, approaching you close and raising the cup to your face. Theirs an annoying smirk on his lips and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears is loud and hot. "Show me you're not a goody-goody, Y/N- "

"No, Owen, I said I don't like- "

"C'moooooon- "

"Hey." The bark of a greeting makes you jump, eyes round peering past Owen's broad shoulder to see Jim at the back door. And he's got that dark pissed-off look in his eye- and a gun in his hand.

Oh shit.

A few more people disappear into the woods as Owen quickly chucks the fucking drink over the railing and shrugs, holding up his hands on either side of his head like he got caught with cocaine or something. Most everyone else is gone from the party now, scattered into the woods and their cars and disappeared. "Sir! I wasn't- we weren't- "

"Nah, I know y'all, weren't." Emphasis on the 'y'all'. Theirs a very dangerous look in Jim's eye as it flickers momentarily from Owen to you, and ordinarily, you'd try your best to calm him down- tug his arm, tell him its okay, you're fine; but Owen's right there, and... you can't. So you just stand there, silent, partly relieved Jim is here, though. ... then the barrel of a gun ends up in the skin of Owen's throat. "How aboutcha don't force a little girl to somethin' she don't wanna do, huh?"

Your lips part immediately- to say what?? You don't know. Maybe a defence against that 'little girl' comment, but the words die in your throat seeing the dead serious, borderline unstable look in Jim's eye again. Maybe not now.

Then an inexplicable smirk grows across Owen's face. It's obnoxious, and you're afraid for him seeing it. Owen!! Owen stop that! He will shoot you- "Little girl?" He chuckles dryly, shaking his head and lowering his arms.

"Mhm... "

"So she's too young to drink a little with me but you can fuck her, Sheriff?"

... I m m e d i a t e l y your heart plummets. You must look horrified, too, your face falling. "What???"

"C'mon, Y/N," Owen nudges your arm, before you step back away from him; face hot as coals. "Everyone knows."

"... i- i- but I've never- " Voice quiet as a mouse, hollow and filled with shame, you try to stand up for yourself but can't get the words out. You're full of guilt and shame and you feel worse because you know you shouldn't be. You and Jim have never fucked- you aren't ready for that. You're twenty five. He's over sixty. You've fooled around but that's i t, but even if you had done it then you shouldn't feel a s h a m e d like Owen is making you feel right now.

A clicking sound alerts you that Jim still has a shot gun tucked under Owen's chin and now it's ready to blow. Your head snaps his way at the sound, eyes wider then ever. And he looks more unstable then ever, the blue in his eye a few shades darker and his jaw set tight in a deep scowl. The barrel of the gun presses in deeper to Owen's skin, and a look of nervousness breaks the cockiness in his face. "Watch your mouth, boy... " Jim looks like he's two seconds from either shooting Owen, or just going ahead and cracking him over the head with it.

Owen raises his arms again. "L-look, sir, I'm sorry. M-maybe I was wrong, I dunno man- its a rumour- " There's a rumour going around about this??? You don't say anything, just stand there with your eyes on the ground thinking about this, shocked and horrified. No-

"Maybe you were." The gun barrel presses even further, making the indentation in Owen's neck even deeper.

"... p- please don't shoot me, Officer." Owen begs, pathetic.

A growl escapes Jim, sounding like it's coming directly from his chest, and he looks like he's just mad enough to pull the trigger on this guy. You look up to see his finger tense. You have to say something.

"Sheriff."

"-hm?" As soon as he hears the tone in your voice Jim snaps out of his pissed off trance and turns his head to look at you, eyes clearing up quickly though the tone in his voice remains gruff. After a moment he looks slowly back to Owen, and lowers the gun thank god- "get outta here."

With that Owen backs up, trips, turns around and scatters. You release a relieved breath, shoulders actually dropping heavily. Still, though, there's a weighty, cold stone-like feeling in the pit of your stomach thinking about what Owen said. You hope to god this is not really a Thing people are talking about- you couldn't handle it right now. "Oh fuck."

"Oh fuck is right, sweetheart." Everyone in the house is long gone by now, sans anyone unconscious (which you should go check on soon), so Jim relaxes; tucking the gun back into the holder on his belt. When he sees the crestfallen on look on you face, his own expression drops and he immediately goes to say something. Starting with- "Hang on, there- "

But you're too far gone, overthinking. "I- I had no idea that... that people were saying that... Did someone see us?? I thought we were careful!... " You're mostly talking to yourself, searching nervously for answers with your eyes still downcast and your arms crossed uncomfortably. "I didn't tell anyone, and I don't think you told anyone, so- "

"Y/N,"

"- So how did Owen know?? Oh god what if he heard me on the phone?- " Could you have used Jim's name on a call?? You don't remember doing that, but maybe...-

"Peach,"

"I'm so sorry," Finally you lift your eyes, meeting Jim's filled with embarrassment and guilt inside your own. You start to try and memorise him, because you really liked him- how could you have fucked it up so badly?? "I'm so so sorry! Fuck- I messed it up. It's my fault. I should have been more careful. I'll just go home, and- "

"Sweetheart! Damn, fuck- calm down a notch, huh?" An amused smirk flickers at the corners of his mouth, raising his hand and his hook as if in surrender, as if to calm a dangerous wild animal. "And- who says you fucked up anything??" There's a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eye and it gives you pause.

Shoulders dropping, you look at him all-confused; Lost. "... huh?" You peep, dumbfounded.

Scratching his beard, Jim gives a smug half-shrug. "Sweet thing I'm the Sheriff in this town, and there are some pretty sweet benefits to the job. I'll figure this out. I'll make it go away, promise."

... that does make sense. There's a myriad of things he can do to bury this- and as far as you know, it may only be Owen who even thinks it. Slowly your heartbeat slows down from its erratic panic a moment ago, thinking. "... oh."

"Yeah, oh." He grins broadly, looking at you like you're just the fucken sweetest little thing. Then he shrugs again, wiping under his nose quickly with one finger. "'Sides, I dunno about you-- but I'd be perfectly okay with people knowin'. Cuz hey look, we're both adults... " Here he steps forward, thinking he's some kind of smooth, and draws you in against him. "Eh?" Still after months of this you have to curb a gasp, breathing in deeply and suddenly through your nose, your skin heating up at the contact. "One of us a teeeeeeny tiny bit older, sure, but... still grown-ass adults!" He winks. "And I'd just love to brag at the pub that I got you, you know?"

Finally you crack a smile, a slow one that grows warmer and lights up your whole face. "Yeah, I know." You roll your eyes, though admittedly flustered. The gross old man would just love to tell everyone within earshot he bagged a 25 year old. But-

"-but you're worried about the consequences, I know." His one eye rolls upwards, exasperated but putting up with it. Like, *huff* fine. Not what I woulda picked but fine!~ "S' don't worry, I got this for ya, button. Now- " The cheeky grin is back, and the mischievous twinkle. "How about a little sugar for your old man huh?"

You jump and lean back quickly, covering your mouth when he leans in for a kiss; letting out an 'eep' sound. "Oy! But someone might see!!"

Jim gives a 'pshh' sound back, blowing it off. "I scared everyone off already."

"You're not that scary." Scary when he's mad, like before with Owen- yes. But otherwise, Scary is not exactly a word you personally would really use to describe Him. Intimidating maybe... but goofy money-hungry Jimmy Bickerman is no Jason. Or Michael. Or-

"... sweetheart, I should show you how scary I am." -Fuck!, you think, staring with wide eyes.

That's hot-

"... hm." Keeping your hands over your mouth still, you switch to give a half-sneaky look of your own; looking upwards, thoughtful. "... kinda curious about that... " A smirk curls at the corners of your lips, which Jim can see as you lower your hands a little bit. "Care to prove it?"

"Care to turn around and face the wall there, Y/N?"

That makes you laugh, your face hot from the implications. Tension slips free of your body as you move to cover your whole face, this time, with Jim watching your adorable reaction carefully; drinking it up. "Noooooo... "

"-Hm, also," You hear him sniff, and look up to him again to see a serious look on his face. "Do I smell pot, here??"

Pausing, you smell the air too. Yes, it is, but why does he care all of a sudden?? What? This is abrupt. "Um, probably?"

"... hm."

"What is it?"

"Last time I checked," Peering down, you see Jim put his hand around your upper arm; giving you space suddenly. Being oddly... professional? In uniform??- "Thats illegal, ain't it doll?"

... "Yes." Something about his very serious responce to this makes you... actually, mildly nervous. "I didn't have any, though- "

"Really?" He frowns, stern. "Think I'm gonna haveta take you in for testing, still. Be sure."

"-What!?" You blurt, eyes wide and horrified. He knows you wouldn't get high!-

"And, actually," Tapping his chin thoughtfully with his hook, Jim looks serious and frowns a little deeper. "I'm pretty sure just being around people gettin' high is some kinda crime. By extension, or somethin'. You're a lil accessory, huh?"

"Hold on- Jim- "

When he guides you forward til you're back against the wall, and a smirk finally slithers across his mouth, you know he was joking - proving he's fucken scary, which you get now, - and give a groan; an annoyingly broad grin on your face. Oh come on, now-

"As much as I'd loveta take good and thorough advantage of this and arrest your pretty little ass, sweetheart, imma let ya go. Ain't I nice?"

#Jim Bickerman x Reader Oneshot #Jim Bickerman x Reader #Jim Bickerman #Onehsot

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Once Upon a studio Redeluxe

(@vanessafangirl13 and mine's verson)

Author’s note: This was made for fun that we both, @vanessafangirl13 and I, wanted to write. Also, the ending with the intern was inspired by Barbie’s Rapunzel.

Notice/Warnings: stealing, chasing, food/eating, cleaning, fluff

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At the Roy E. Disney Animation building of the company, all the animators and workers are going home for the night.

"It's so incredible to think that Walt started Disney Animation 100 years ago today. To think of all those talented artists and wonderful characters who have been a part of the studio over the years." Said the new Disney intern.

"Yep. If these walls could talk." Burny Mattinson said as he and all the employees left.

Little did they know that the wish would come true but not until everyone left.

A security guard was at his desk in the security room when he suddenly felt sleepy. He yawned as he laid his head down on the desk, not knowing what made him sleepy.

⭐

Mickey from his production cell of Mickey's Birthday Party begins to move, checking to see if the cost was clear.

“Psst, Tink! Tinker Bell!” Mickey began to whisper to call out to a fairy. “You there?”

Then Tinker Bell flies out of her cell and goes to Mickey’s.

“Is that it?” Mickey asked, looking around to double check before looking at Tinker Bell. “They all gone?”

Tinker Bell nods with a smile.

“Oh boy!” Mickey said in excitement. Then he and Minnie jumped out of their production cell. “Come on Minnie! This is it!”

“Let's get the gang!” Minnie Mouse said in excitement. “Yoo-hoo!”

Meanwhile in the other room, Tiana was in her production cell in her blue dress when she heard the call and gasped excitedly. "That's the signal," she said, smiling.

She picked up her blue dress and immediately rushed out of her cell.

"Alright y'all!" she said, looking at the production cells as she ran. "It's picture time!"

"That's tonight?" Pinocchio asks, coming out of his cell.

"That's now!" Tiana said, looking at him with a smile before running to a lady's room to change.

"100-year group photo and the sun's going down!" Judy said, hopping out of her cell. "Come on, let's ‘hop’ to it!"

Nick came out of the same cell as Judy started to run. "Oh, a bunny pun." Nick laughs, running after her to catch up.

But then Louis came out of his cell playing his trumpet, almost crushing the both of them. Thankfully they got out of the way before getting crushed.

"Pew, That was close." Nick said, wiping the sweat off from his brow.

"Sorry!" Louis said to them, not wanting to hurt them.

Nick and Judy reassure him that everything is ok.

⭐

Mickey and Minnie began alerting the other Disney characters and everyone was out of their production cells.

"Picture time, guys!" Mickey said to the Bambi characters as they began getting out of their cells.

"Ok, here we come!" Thumper said, going to The Rescuers cell. "Wake up! Wake up!"

Bernard, Bianca and Oliver fly out of their cell, but make a crash landing pass Minnie, who got Bolt, Mittens, and Rhino.

"Awesome!" Rhino said, rolling in his hamster ball.

Then Peter Pan flies by and crows to them

"Oh, Peter!" Minnie Mouse said, getting his attention. "Get the folks upstairs!”

"Aye, aye, Captain" Peter Pan said, saluting to her as he flew.

Bolt barks in excitement as he and his friends run to get to the lobby.

"Okay everybody here we go!" Peter Pan said as Wendy, John, and Michael ran to follow him.

As they fly upstairs, they pass by Sisu flying and Jim Hawkins riding on his Alpanian solar cruise.

Then Maui jumps out of his cell. "It's Maui time!" he said as he turned into a hawk and flew across the room before going to the lobby. "We're meeting in the lobby!"

"Okay! See you there!" said Aladdin who was sliding down the railing with Abu, jumps but slips and slides across Frozen's rolling rock trolls.

Coming around the corner is Vanellope Von Schweetz in her kart with Dodger in the passenger seat.

Dodger barks happily as Vanellope drives fast.

Then coming from downstairs, Cody is going for a ride with Elliot.

"Higher! Higher!" Cody said to Elliot, laughing. Elliot smiled and did what Cody asked.

Elliot flies high passing Lanny and Wayne, waving at them.

Moana comes out from a body of water, shaking some water off of her. Then suddenly, Ocean wave splash water onto her, making her more wet and Flounder flops into her hands.

“Water.” Flounder gasped.

Moana quickly rushes to the studio cafe where Merlin, his sugarcup, Cogsworth, Mad Hatter, March Hare, Mrs. Potts, Chip and Dr. Lucille Robinson were.

"No, no, no! There's no time for tea." Cogsworth said, trying to get the others to go to the lobby.

"Merlin! A little help?" Moana asked, still holding Founder.

Merlin notices it and begins to look around to see what could be used as a bowl. “Oh! Uh, oh, ah!” he muttered under his breath then saw Mad Hatter’s hat. “Oh! Chapeau's Bowlious!” the wizard casts a spell that zaps water in the Mad Hatter's hat as Moana puts Flounder in the hat.

The Mad Hatter, instead of getting angry, laughs like it was a joke. Then he looked at one of Mary Poppins’ Penguin Waiter, who was holding a Lady and the Trump’s spaghetti and meatballs “Oh, waiter, there's a carp in my cap!” Mad Hatter said as he laughed.

Moana smiled and chuckled as Flounder smiled and giggled, feeling better now being in water.

But Moana looks at herself and realizes that she was wet. “Oh, God.” Moana said, looking around for a towel. “I need to get dry and ready for the photo!”

Then Merlin chuckled, “I can help with that!”

The next thing that everyone knew was a wind blew at Moana, drying her off.

Moana was now dry and smiled. “Thanks Merlin!”

Chicken Little looked at them, beginning to get thirsty. "I need a soda, I'll get ready later.” he said, getting off from his chair and going to get a soda from a soda machine.

⭐

On the other side of the studio, Anna and Elsa walked past Stromboli as he angrily tried to get something from the studio's snack machine, shaking and yelling at the machine.

The sisters slowly started walking away from the situation.

"Yikes." Anna said, nervousness in her voice. Then she turns to her sister as they walk by Hans’ cell from the 'Love Is An Open Door’ scene. "Do you think all the villains will show up?" she asked her big sister right as Hans was about to get out of his cell.

Elsa notices him and freezes him, knowing it’ll slow him down long enough it will work and making sure that he doesn't hurt anyone. "Not all." Elsa chuckled to reassure her sister as they continued to walk.

Hans groans from being frozen in place.

⭐

Donald Duck heads inside an elevator with Humphrey the Bear, Ranger J. Audubon Woodlore, Terk, Carl, and Mother Gothel already inside.

"Going down?" Carl asked as he stepped aside, leaving him room for Donald in the elevator.

“Thanks.” Donald said, getting on the elevator.

Before the elevator doors started to close shut, a slow voice called out, “Hold…the....elevator." The rest of the characters see Flash, slowly and speaking slowly as usual.

"Huh?" Donald Duck said then he grumbles as he holds the elevator.

"Great! That's Sloth going to take forever to get to the elevator!" Mother Gothal said, rolling her eyes and face palming.

"Yeah, I agree." Trek said, nodding. "Next time we'll try using another elevator just to avoid him."

"Lucky, Wilbur is not in the elevator and just hanging out with some friends of his doing anything to kill time or something." Carl said to Gothel and Trek.

They know what teenagers and kids are

⭐

Penny Foster, Wilber Robinson and Hiro Hamada were enjoying each other's company at the Legend's plaza.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame's gargoyles were on top, keeping a lookout for any humans.

"Man, after 100 years, the studio is still standing," Penny said, looking at Wilbur and Hiro.

"Yeah. But the fandoms pairing US with a bunch of other charters from different studios." Hiro exclaimed. "It's ridiculous!"

"Same!" Wibur said, "No offense to the different fandoms but I hate when they try to pair us up with some Pixar or DreamWorks. Like… Can't they just leave us alone?"

"Guys, guys, calm down." Penny said as they went to one the stairs. “It's only just for fun or for fandoms and fanfictions. Sure some are… disturbing but most of them are great.”

"Ok, then…" Wilbur and Hiro said, shrugging.

The three teens saw Spring Sprite flyinging and playing with some of the plants.

They waved at her.

Then the three teens get the same idea.

"Race ya!" Wilbur said, running a head start. "Last one gets to buy the snacks when watching at the studio theater the next time the studio closes!"

"Hey!" Penny shouted after him, running after him.

“There's no way you can't beat me!” Hiro said, running after them.

The three teens laughed happily as they raced each other.

As the teens raced each other, Tamatoa was walking by, almost bumping into one of his legs but dodge it at the last minute.

“Sorry!” Hiro said to the huge crab before running off.

Tamatoa looked at the teens as they ran off.

“That was weird.” Tamatoa said to himself before continuing his walk.

⭐

Elsewhere, in a drawing room, Olaf is drawing something when Robin Williams as Lost Boy while Timon and Pumbaa walk by the animation section.

"Hey, Frosty! Shake a leg, will ya?" Timon said to Olaf, riding on Pumbaa’s back.

"The leg won't make a difference. It's all in the wrist." Olaf said to himself with a smirk.

But then suddenly, Genie surprises Olaf from the paper in a big entrance and makes Olaf fall apart

"Oi! I haven't seen a fall like that since Rome." Genie said with a laugh. Then he uses his magic to put Olaf back together.

"Oh! Much better!" Genie said, smiled.

“Thanks, Genie!” Olaf said, smiling at Genie.

⭐

Everyone started to get ready for the photo

In the men's bathroom, Prince John fixing his crown, Thomas O' Manley grooming himself, Chicken Little (who just got his soda) combing his head, Milo Thatch fixing his tie, Happy brushing his beard, the Headless Horseman straightens his coat, and Gaston looking at himself in the mirror as they all freshen up for the picture.

♪Every guy here would love to be you, Gaston!♪ He sings in the mirror.

Gaston kisses his biceps but is surprised by Cheshire Cat, who appears on his face and begins laughing.

That made most of the men laugh.

“Very funny.” Chicken Little said sarcastically as he began fixing his glasses

Minnie Mouse came in and covered her eyes. "Let's move it, gentlemen!" she said to them before she left.

"We are not naked you know." Milo corrected her, looking at where she was.

Camilo begins shape shifting and making fun of Gaston, which some of the guys thought was funny while others didn't find it funny while Gaston growl at him.

Meanwhile in the women's restroom, Ariel, combing her hair with her iconic dinglehopper (singing while brushing her hair), Megara was making sure her hair was in her signature ponytail, Fanny, fixing her eyeliner and hair, Abby was brushing and flossing her buck teeth, Esméralda fixing her blouse and blushing her hair, Isabela finishing up her dress with her flower power and Delores fixing up her lipstick and tying her hair, Mulan getting her hair done, Duchess licking herself to be clean, Cruella De Vil fixing her black and white hair, and Yzma complaining about her wrinkles while doing her makeup.

"No one should even see me in this state!" Yzma complaints.

Honey lemon, who was fixing up her glasses and doing her hair and makeup, began using her chemical balls to shut her mouth. "Your looks were great!" Honey lemon said, going back to fix her makeup and getting her headband on.

"But stop complaining out loud." Gogo added, who was fixing her purple highlights.

Then the door of the restroom opened up by Goofy's son, Max, who is covering his eyes. “Alright, ladies! Let’s get a move on!” said Max to them.

"We are almost done, and please we are not half naked, We're fully clothed." Princess and the Frog's Charlotte said, fixing her makeup.

“He means the photo.” Fanny said, looking at Charlotte as she finished getting herself ready.

⭐

At the other part of the studio, Christopher Robin, Kanga, Tigger, and Eeyore try to free Winnie the Pooh from his cell.

"Ooh! Ooh, help and bother." Winne the Pooh groaned.

As that was happening, Antonio Madrigal is seen speaking to Cinderella's bird friends, Meeko, Cri-kee, Pascal, and Pua.

"Uh-huh. Meet me in the lobby." Antonio Madrigal said, before seeing Joanna about to eat Jaq and Gus. "Don't eat those." he said, glaring at her.

Then Pluto appears and barks at Joanna, scaring her and making her run away.

Gus laughed.

"Zuz zuz." Jaq said, thanking the both of them.

"Gracias, Pluto." Antonio said before getting Jaq and Gus.

"Are you guys alright?" He asked, gently picking the two up.

The mice nodded.

⭐

Elsewhere near a television room, Pongo and Perdita’s puppies are watching 1940 Fantasia's "Night on Bald Mountain" sightman as MacBadger, Ratty, Mole, Ryder, Honeymaren, Sven and Kristoff walk by.

“Come on pups! You’ll get nightmares.” Kristoff said as he walked by with Sven.

Then Chernabog pops out of the TV, scaring the puppies. The puppies ran away as Chernabog got stuck in the tv.

"A little help?" Chernbog asked Ryder. He agreed and came to help him come out of the screen

"And Chernbog, please stop popping out to scare and come on." Honeymaren said to him. “It's not halloween.”

"We are going to get to the lobby for the group photo." Ryder, added, making Chernbog get out of the screen carefully.

As Chernbog was getting help, Scrooge McDuck jumped out of the cell from Mickey's Christmas Carol with a few bags of money in his hand as the pups ran over him, making him drop his bags in the process only to be picked up by Robin Hood and Little John as they came out of their cells.

“Oo-De-Lally!” Robin Hood and Little John cheered before running off.

Robin Hood and Little John ran past Nick and Judy at one point of their running. Robin dropped one of the bags.

"Hey, Robin!" Nick said, picking up the bag and running after them. "You forgot the bag you stole from Mr. Scrooge."

“Oh, thank you Nick!” Robin said in appreciation.

“Nick!” Judy yelled as she chased the three.

They were followed by Todd running around with Cooper almost causing the Maiden Marian to trip and fall onto Judy.

“Um… hi?” Judy said, looking at Maiden Marian.

That is until Mama Odie uses some sort of magic to help them back on their two feet. “There you go, Sugars.”

“Thanks, Mama Odie.” Maiden Marian and Judy said together.

⭐

Back at the elevator, Flash finally gets in the elevator.

"Thank you...for holding...the elevator." Flash said.

Donald Duck groans.

"Finally!" Gothal said. "Thought it's going to take forever!"

"Hopefully this fits all of us now. We got to close the door before-" Terk started, trying to warn the others.

Then Baymax walked over to the elevator at his medium walking speed. "I am also going to the lobby." Baymax said, squeezing in as the doors closed.

"Too late." Carl said.

"Not again!" Trek exclaimed.

"Oh, come on!" Donald Duck shouted.

The other elevator riders felt angry but felt awkward being smushed together, thanks to Baymax fluff.

"Yeah, We should take another elevator or the stairs next time." Trek said.

The others agreed.

“Like every time.” Carl said as the elevator doors closed.

⭐

Ursula was minding her business walking when she noticed she's being followed and annoyed by Strange World's Splat, who was lovestruck.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no…." Ursula said, her voice in a warning sound.

Then Cinderella, in her original silver dress, and Prince Charming hurried down the stairs only for Charming to lose his shoe, making both of them share a quick laugh before The Little Mermaid's Max the dog takes the shoe.

"Hey, Max!" Charming said, chasing after the dog.

On the other end of the hallway, Li Shang, Tarzan, Prince Eric, Naveen, Phoebus, Roger Radcliffe, and Tadashi Hamada were talking to Ethan Clade about the lovers and fates, specifically the difference between dating a man and woman.

“So, is dating a boy in the canon then in fanfiction? Some of us are jealous." Eric said, making the other guys agree.

"Well, What can I say? It's a whole new decade, gotta keep up with the times." Ethan said with a small smile. “Even though not a lot of people like it…”

“Hey, it’ll be ok.” Tarzan reassured him.

"Plus you are biracial. Just like my voice actor." Tadashi pointed out.

Ethan couldn’t help but chuckle.

"And where's your lovely boyfriend? We would love to meet him." Naveen said, wanting to know what he looked like.

Before Ethan could say where his boyfriend was, they all jumped when they heard Charming shouting from the end of the hall, "Hey, Eric! Get your dog!”

All eight men looked to see Charming continue chasing after Max.

“We’ll talk about it later. You go help Charming.” Ethan said, looking at the others. “I’ll introduce my boyfriend to you later. Probably at the dinner.”

The men nodded and they went their separate ways.

Eric manages to stop his dog and grabs him. "Max, spit it out.” Eric said to Max, holding the shoe in one hand while still holding his dog.

Max did as he was told, letting go of the shoe.

Eirc picked up the shoe as Charming walked over to them. “Here you go.” Eric said, handing Charming the shoe back.

“Thanks.” Charming said, getting his shoe and getting it on his foot.

“Your dog getting into trouble again?” Tadashi asked Eric.

Eric shrugged. “You could say that.”

“Now, come on! We should go.” Naveen said, pointing to where the lobby is.

Everyone nodded and they went to the lobby.

⭐

Mickey walks by until he sees Clarabelle being hypnotized by The Jungle Book's Kaa singing ‘Trust in Me’.

"Kaa? Kaa! You-You stop that now, Kaa!" Mickey said, warning him to stop.

Tangled's Rapunzel notices as she walks with her iconic frying pan. "Don't worry, Mickey!" she reassured with a chuckle. "I got this." Then she whacks Kaa, making him knockout and getting Clarabelle out of the hypnotized state.

Mickey chuckled before he saw the painting of the creator and one of the founders of the company, Walt Disney.

Even long after his death, even though it was heartbreaking to lose his creator, Mikey still kept that spirit alive even though times were tough with a far in between. He still wanted to continue his creator's legacy.

"It's been a long ride, huh?" Mickey said to the painting, taking his hat off. "Wish you are here so you can see how much we've come. You would have been proud."

"Oh Mickey! Where are you?" Minnie Mouse called out. "We're in the lobby."

Mickey Mouse looked at where the voice came from and called back, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Then Mickey looked back at the painting, with a happy and sad smile. “Got to go, but thanks. On with the show.” he said, waving before going.

As he left, Walt's ghost appeared for a moment with a huge smile at his creation.

“I’m proud of you.” the spirit said before fading again.

⭐

A new character, Asha from her upcoming movie; Wish, was nervous and frightened about what everybody would do to her. She was hiding in her production cell, or trying to, with Valentino, her pet goat.

"Hey, new girl! You ok?" The Little Mermaid II’s Melody, Ariel's daughter, asked, walking up to her.

Asha jumped and looked at who was talking. "What? I-um…" she started, backing away with her goat.

But instead of going away, she fell off the tree along with her goat and out of their cell.

She was never out of the production cell herself before.

Asha found she was meant to be just a picture of a drawing, not the real thing.

"Stay away, this is a restricted area!" Asha said as she tried to get back to her cell, which was not working.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! It’s ok!” Melody reassured, stopping Asha and holding her hands.

Valentino defended his owner by headbutting Melody’s leg, which didn’t faze her.

The Lady and the Tramp 2’s Scamp and Angel came to check on them just in time to see what was going on.

Scamp begins barking and calming down Valentino.

Asha felt scared.

Angel began to comfort her by nuzzling her.

"There you are! Snow told us to look for you! Everything ok?" One of the emperor's daughters from Mulan 2, Ting-Ting asked, walking over with her sisters Mei, and Su

Asha nodded and said, “I’m just… scared.”

“Why?” Su asked.

“Just… I’m new and I… I don't know what I'm going to be called after my movie comes out. Also, Valentino and I don’t know what everybody would do or say to us.” Asha said, hugging herself.

"Hey, not everyone gets excited about the release, you and Valentino are still new and processing things." Mei said, reassuringly. “And that’s ok.”

Asha hummed and nodded in understanding. Then Asha looked at Ting-Ting and asked, “Wait… what do you mean Snow White? Sorry, I’m still new.”

"When, she's…well the first princess and first lead in Walt's first animation film back in 1937…and…She was like you once but she didn't know who she was or when she's going to be on the big screen." Su explained.

Then Snow White came in to see what’s going on. “Hello, everyone.” she said, walking over to them.

"Oh, hey, Snow, We were just trying to get Asha ready for the photo and she’s nervous." Melody said, nodding.

Snow White nodded and looked at Asha with a soft smile.

"I'll take it from here." Snow White said to them. "You can go with Kiara, Raya, Flynn, Maximus, and Madam Mim to check the other characters and to make sure the coast is clear."

They did as they were told and went to the characters as Asha looked at Snow White.

“I… wow! The first princess of Walt Disney.” Asha breathed, her eyes big and wide.

Snow White chuckled softly.

"I never seen you before nori even seen your picture." Asha said in a bit of a panic. "I'm just another painting waiting to be thrown out after my film might be a failure…"

Snow White gently took Asha by the hand. "Hey, look at me." Snow White said, rubbing her hand gently.

Asha looked at her as they started to walk to the lobby.

"When I was first drawn, I didn't know at the time that the magic was about to start what the studio might become. They will already be talking about me but rumors told me I'm going to be a folly just like the short films before me." Snow said, rubbing Asha’s hand gently. "But when I was alive for the first time, I was scared and confused just like you are now. I didn't know what to do until Mickey and Oswald found me when hiding. Then they got me to Walt Disney to talk with me. He reassured me that everything will be ok, and he was right. After the news break, I was a success. I became one who always helps someone when they're new, feeling nervous for their movies and through hard times."

Asha was getting calmer as she listened to Snow White while they walked. "Really?" Asha asked, smiling.

Snow White nodded with a soft smile.

Asha begins going out the door outside of her production for the first time. She rubbed her arm and she looked around the environment.

It looks different than what she’s used to and bigger.

Asha walked with Snow White when a thought came to her mind. “Snow White, I have a question. If you don’t mind me asking.” the new princess started, looking at the first princess.

“Sure. You can ask me at any time.” Snow White said.

“How old are you?” Asha asked. “Sorry if I asked you a bad question.”

“It’s alright.” Snow White said before stopping and looking at a poster of her movie.

Asha stopped and look at her

“I am 86 years old.” Snow White said, looking at Asha.

“86?!” Asha exclaimed in shock. “But you look so… like a teen, no offense.”

Snow White nodded and giggled softly, “It’s alright.”

Asha was still in a bit of shock. “Wow! You look great for your age.” she said with a chuckle.

Snow White smiled. “Thank you.”

Asha stroked her box braided hair with her hands to calm down.

Snow noticed it.

“Don't tell me you're still unsure.” Snow White said, looking at Asha.

“Oh! Um… I'm fine, definitely… it's just…” Asha started but stopped when she couldn’t know what to explain.

Snow had thought of an idea .

Snow looked for anyone who was going to the lobby. She saw Isabela, who was now sitting on Ferdinand as she sprinkled some flowers along with the spring Sprite, and Esmeralda nearby.

“Oh! Isabela! Esmeralda!” Snow White called out.

“Hola!” Isabela said, greeting Snow White as Ferdinand stops so she can get off.

“Hey! Is that the new heroine?” Esmeralda said, noticing Asha and pointing at her.

Asha rubs her arm as she looks at them.

They look different to her.

Compared to her, Asha felt like a missing puzzle piece between the two animated girls, one computer animated and one hand drawn.

Asha looked at herself to see where she landed. She was a mix of both.

Snow White knew it might take some time for her to get used to it.

Snow White begins walking to both of the girls and talking to them.

Asha looked at them. ‘They seem friendly.’ Asha thought as she walked over to them.

“So, you’re Asha, right?” Esmeralda asked, smiling at her.

Asha nodded. “I am.”

“We heard a lot about you during your production.” Isabela said, inspecting her

“Oh? Really?” Asha asked, looking at Isabela.

“Yep. A lot of different changes.”

“Ummm…thanks ” Asha said nervously as she began rubbing her arm.

Isabella notices the signs of nerves from Asha. “I see that you’re having the pre-movie nerves.” Isabela said with a chuckle.

“What's that?” Asha asked, even though her personality has already been written for her as idealist

“It’s where characters get nervous about their movie and themselves. Don’t worry, it's common.” Esmeralda explained, smiling and chuckling.

“Common?” Asha asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Well, all of the movie and show characters feel it.” Esmeralda said.

“But don't worry. It will melt away once you get used to this place.” Isabela reassured, smiling.

Asha nodded a bit.

Esmeralda and Isabela went to the lobby with Ferdinand.

“Was she supposed to be a sister?” Esmeralda asked Isabela.

Isabela just shrugged and hummed ‘I don’t know’.

Asha took in a breath, calming down.

"Ready?" Show White asked, pointing at the way of the lobby.

Asha looked where Snow was pointing and thought for a moment. “Yes. I am.” she said, nodding and smiled.

They went to the lobby.

Valentino began to follow them to the lobby, looking at his surroundings. He was amazed by the many different things.

Penny was excited about the photo when The Little Match Girl looks at her and blushes softly with a smile.

Penny looks back at her with a wave when Wilbur notices. “Looks like someone had an interesting somebody.” He teased Penny

“Or someone that isn't a time traveler.” Camilo joked while walking past them.

Wilbur blushed red.

“That's definitely karma.” Lewis said as he caught up to them.

“Yep, definitely.” Hiro and Penny said together.

Wilbur rolled his eyes as they went to the lobby.

Chicken Little was with Alan-A-Dale as they walked to the lobby.

“Hey, did you know that you could walk around the concept art area and check out the other studios?” Chicken Little asked excitedly.

“Oh, really?” Alan-A-Dale asked, looking at Chicken Little and smiling softly.

“Yeah! My friends and I checked it out a few days ago! Maybe after the photo or some other time, we can go to Pixar and talk to the others or… Something.” Chicken Little said with a chuckle.

“That sounds like a plan.” Alan-A-Dale chuckled.

Ever since they first met when Chicken Little was out of his cell for the first time, they had been pretty close as friends and talked about everything. Sometimes even talking about being anthropomorphic chickens and roosters. Aside those thing, they also talk about the other areas in the studio, just like every other cell when the studio closes.

⭐

When everyone got in the lobby, everyone started to form a line, which was getting longer by the stairs at the lobby.

Mickey flies by Dumbo.

"Coast is clear, Mick." Raya said, after checking outside for any humans along with Flynn Rider, Maximus, and Madam Mim as she opened the door.

"Great! Right this way!" Mickey said, hopping off of Dumbo and opening the door more.

Wreck it Ralph is the first to walk out but accidentally runs into a closed door.

"Oh! Ralph, are you okay?" Mickey asked, making sure that Ralph was ok.

"Never better Garfield." Ralph said as he stumbled outside and then fell over by a trash can.

“I'm surrounded by idiots.” Scar, from The Lion King, grumbled as he walked out with a few others.

Then suddenly everyone gets startled by Mr. Toad riding Aladdin's magic carpet. "Tally Ho! Wee! I'll show you the world!” Mr. Toad laughs as he rides high in the sky.

Some characters watched Mr. Toad when everyone got outside.

Then Goofy walks outside with a ladder and the camera.

“Oh great! The ladder.” said Mickey as Goofy walks with a ladder, being his clumsy self as usual.

Goofy was swinging the ladder as he walked, not noticing that he could accidentally hurt someone.

“Watch out, Ichabod!” Hiro called out to Ichabod.

Ichabod ducks his head just in time before the ladder hits his head.

When Goofy got to the spot

Goofy sets up the ladder, humming softly.

“I don't recollect if I've ever mentioned Old Reliable before." Trusty said to "He'd say, uh…"

Then Sleeping Beauty’s fairies, Flora, Fauna and Merryweather, came out and looked at the iconic sorcerer's hat that sits over the studio.

Flora noticed the hat on top of the studio. “Make it pink.” she said with a flick of her wand, turning the hat color pink.

Merryweather groaned and rolled her eyes. “Make it blue!” she said with a flick of her wand, turning it back to the original color.

"Oh, great, hear we go again." Aurora from Sleeping Beauty said, rolling her eyes with Prince Philip. “They shouldn’t agree with any shade of purple or the spots of those colors.”

“They argue about almost everything.” Prince Philip said, looking at Aurora and then at the fairies.

“They just want things to be perfect.” Aurora said, shrugging.

“You can say that again.” Isabela said, fixing her purple dress with mixed colors.

“Try being raised by a family with generational trauma.” Luisa said as she was carrying Rutt, Tuke, Maggie, Grace, Mrs. Calloway, Cyril Proudbottom, and Small One.

“Thank you.”

“Do you think you should bring them down before the photo?” Augustine asked his middle daughter.

Asha walked, seeing the sun for the first time, and looking around.

This was her first time outside of the studio. There's also a lot of people she has never seen before.

“Whoa.” she breathed as she looked around.

The environment looks so real to her like a dream. She looked at other Disney characters of many different art styles 2D to 3D talking with each other among themselves.

When someone isn't looking, she begins to hide, not wanting to step further and not feeling that she should be there.

With everybody finally outside, Mickey begins making sure everything is set for the photo. “Okay, everybody. Get together now.” Mickey Mouse said to everyone.

Then he saw Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, one of Disney's first characters before him and was visiting the studio for the photo, walking over. “Oh! After you.” he said with a warm smile, letting Oswald into the group photo.

Kuzco, in llama form, got offended as Oswald gently bumped into him. “No touchy!” Kuzco exclaimed at the rabbit, not wanting to be touched at the moment.

Oswald could only do but smile and shrug it off as if to say, ‘My bad’ since he never got a voice actor, he never got to speak, only do gestures and some sign language.

“It is time.” chuckled Rafiki as he gave him the camera.

“Ah-yuck. Thank you.” Goofy said, getting the camera. He starts to climb up the unstable ladder.

“Goofy, careful!” Mickey Mouse said .

Everyone begins to have mixed looks as they watch Goofy as he begins trying to set up the camera.

The ladder became wobbly

“All right. Now where's that timer button?” said Goofy, as he was trying to find the timer

"Oh, oh! In Three, two, one!” Iago counted

Goofy falls off the ladder and the camera is destroyed. Stitch tries to eat one piece of the camera but Lilo pulls him away.

The plan was ruined.

“Well, that was fun!” Grumpy said sarcastically, crossing his arms.

“Yeah. Who’s idea to let goofy handle the camera?” Eugene asked. This made Rapunzel gently nudged an arm at his ribs with her elbow.

“Ow! What?” Eugene said, looking at her. Rapunzel gave him a look as Bruno said, “Not helping, Flynn.”

“I agree.” Sisu said, nodding her head.

“Come on. Let's just get back inside.” Carl said to everyone.

“Maybe we can try it again next year.” Eeyore said in his sad tone voice.

Everyone starts to leave inside in sadness.

"Oh, no, no, no. Come back.” Mickey Mouse called out, trying to reassure them. “It-It-It'll be fine. It'll be–"

It might have seemed like the 100-year group photo wasn't gonna happen.

Then everyone stops leaving when hearing the strings of a lute by someone. They all looked up to see Alan-A-Dale playing his lute to the song ‘When You Wish Upon A Star’, everyone had an idea as Scat Cat on his trumpet, Mirabel Madrigal on her accordion, and Junior with his trunk.

Everyone began to sing ‘When You Wish Upon A Star’.

“Anything your heart desires,” Belle started as Beast held her hand. “Will come to you.” They both sang together.

“I knew this was gonna happen…” Hades groans, rubbing his forehead.

“Let it go, Hades.” Elsa said with a smile.

“If your heart is in your dream,” Quasimodo sings with the gargoyles on top of the sign.

“No request is too extreme.” Pocahontas sang to the animals around her.

“When you wish up-” Ariel starts to sing.

Then Scuttles sings “WAH WAH WAH!!!” off key until his mouth is closed by Baloo, who makes him quiet.

“As dreamers do.” Baloo and Mowgli sang as Baloo held Mowgli.

Everyone cheered up as they decided to help by Magical Brooms sweep up the broken camera and Fix-It Felix uses his hammer to fully repair it back to its original state, then Hercules puts back the ladder as Fairy Godmother floats Goofy to the top as he sets the timer.

"Fate is kind. She brings to those who love The sweet fulfillment of Their secret longing." Everyone sang as they got back to their places.

Asha, who was watching it all, eventually found the strength to stay. She remembers some people that go by her cell, singing that song.

Snow White begins holding Mulan's hand and pulling Asha into the song. “Like a bolt out of the blue,” the three sang together.

“Fate steps in and sees you through.” Winnie the Pooh sang as Tigger jumped onto him.

“When you wish upon a star,” Jiminy Cricket sang on Mickey's hand.

“Your dreams... come... true!” Everyone sang and posed for the photo.

Tinker Bell waves her wand to reveal the picture.

Everyone looked at the photo and were in awe, with the words: Disney 100, 'To all who have imagined with us, laughed with us, and dreamed with us. Thank You'

They all smiled at it.

"All right then, everyone, let's get back inside." Daisy said to everyone. “Let’s get some dinner.”

Everyone agreed as they began heading inside.

Mickey was the last one to go inside. Before he went inside, Mickey turned around and looked at the first beautiful star appearing in the sky as the sun set.

“We did it.” Mickey said, feeling his creator's present there.

⭐

After everyone went back inside it was just in time to have dinner. Everyone started to gather in the dining room.

Everyone talked with each other as everyone headed to the dining room.

Hercules was talking with Kuzco, who was still a llama. “You know, our movies are somewhat similar.” Hercules said, looking at the ‘llama’.

“What? No way!” Kuzco said, rolling his eyes.

“Ok, listen to me when I say things that are in our movies.” Hercules said, going to the side of the hallway with Kuzco before starting to list the things. “Pink potions, big adventure/distance, a lot of betrayal, the villain wants the main character dead, the villain thinks that the main character is dead for a bit, and changes, both mentally and physically!”

“Ok! Ok! I see your point!” Kuzco exclaimed with a chuckle.

“But you forgot to add on something like high treason and usurping of the throne.” Jim said, passing by them.

Kuzco and Hercules nodded to him. “Right, thank you, Jim.”

Before Hercules and Kuzco start to go to the dining room, Yzma walks over to them.

“Excuse me, Hercules!” Yzma calls out, almost out of breath.

Hercules and Kuzco looked at her when she got to them. Kuzco had a ‘seriously?’ look on his face while Hercules had a bit of a curious look.

“Yes?” Hercules asked, facing her.

Yzma took a bit of a breather before making herself perstentable. “I was wondering if you could help me get an appointment with Hades.” Yzma said, her hands together as she smiled at Hercules.

Hercules was caught off guard by that. “Uh… I don’t think I’m allowed to help you with appointments with Hades.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I think you need to talk with Pain and Panic about that or talk to Hades yourself.”

Yzma hummed, nodding. “I see.”

“But what do you need from him anyway?” Hercules asked, curious.

“It’s just for me and him to know.” Yzma said, pointing at herself and pointing to the side.

“Please talk to Hades himself on the other row of the crowd.” Kuzco said, rubbing his forehead. “And could I get the human potion please? I'm already done being a llama for the day.”

Yzma rolled her eyes as she gave him a pink potion before going to Hades.

Hercules looked at Kuzco as the ‘llama’ drank the pink potion, turning him back to human.

Kuzco was finally back to being human.

“Oh it feels good to be human!” Kuzco exclaimed, hugging himself.

Hercules couldn’t help but chuckle, “You know, you are very committed. With you changing back and forth from llama to human.”

“Well, most people remember me as the llama and I was a llama for most of the film. Even though Tina and Naveen were frogs for most of their film, yet they don’t do the same thing as me. Maybe because the spell in their film is more permanent while in mine there’s an antidote/potion that can change me back." Kuzco said as they started to walk into the dining room.

“Good point.” Hercules said, nodding to him.

“Remember we have to be back into cells before the studio opens in the morning.” Minnie Mouse said to everyone when all were in the dining room.

⭐

The dining rooms started changing into a big one table to fit every single character and the seats were assigned to them.

As each of the characters begin to be seated and talking to each other, Tiana and the other chefs were cooking together to make big meals in the kitchen.

Doc was teaching one of the newcomers, Wish’s Dahlia to cook.

"Thank you for the help, Dahlia. We really appreciate newcomers." Tiana said, getting the additional ingredients for the gumbo.

Dahlia nodded with a smile and said, “No problem, Tiana.”

Meanwhile, at the dining room everyone begins taking their seats.

Camilo was saving some seats as he looked for his friends. He smiles when he sees them. "Hey, guys, I'm here!" Camilo said, waving his hand for Hiro, Penny, Wilbur and Lewis.

“Hi Camilo!” Hiro, Penny, Wilbur and Lewis exclaimed excitedly as they went to him. They still had the flower crowns that were given from the Spring Sprite.

"Thanks for saving us the seats." Hiro said as they got into their seats.

"Anytime, amigos!" Camilo said, smiling at them.

"Wow, we all thought the picture could be a disaster but luckily a song got there in time." Lewis said.

"Yeah." Hiro, Penny, and Wilbur said.

They all talked about their adventures before the photo.

Ethan, with Diazo, walked over to Shang, Tarzan, Eric, Naveen, Phoebus, Roger, and Tadashi, who were talking with each other before going to their seats.

"Hey, guys." Ethan said, waving to get their attention while holding Diazo’s hand.

The others looked over to look at them and smiled.

“This Diazo. My boyfriend.” Ethan introduces with a soft smile. "Diazo, these are the guys that I was talking about."

Diazo nodded and smiled at the grown up. "Hey, nice to meet you all." Diazo said, offering his hand to them.

"Nice to meet you." Tadashi said, shaking his hand. "Ethan told us about you."

“Oh really?” Diazo asked with a smile.

They began to sit down at a table as they talked more.

The parents and guardians figures, including the ones with pets from their films, in a space next to the table for them to eat and they all began taking their seats.

“Finally, we can eat.” Kala said, smiling softly.

“Yeah, after a photo, it is good to eat.” Nani, Lilo's big sister, said, sitting in a seat.

“Can't wait to start.” Aunt Cass said, came with some of the food.

“Yeah, thanks, Cass.” Chicha said.

Then Raya's father, Chief Benja came with Sakina, a newcomer also from Wish and Asha’s mother, and they both looked around for a seat. “Parents, I would like you to meet the newcomer, Sakina.” Benja introduced parents and guardians to Sakina.

Searcher Clade and Meridian Clade looked over with a smile.

“Hello Sakina.” Meridian said, waving at her.

“Nice to meet you.” Searcher said, nodding to her.

Sakina waved a bit at everyone.

“Don't worry. Us parents get nervous all the first time but you get used to it once you feel comfortable here.” Sarah Hawkins said as she got settled after getting drinks.

Sakina nodded, still nervous.

“Please, sit.” Queen Arianna, Rapunzel’s mother, said, patting an empty seat. “We got your seat ready.”

Sakina nodded and slowly sat down on the seat. “Thank you.”

“It's an honor to meet another parent of the heroine.” said Kirby.

Sakina nodded and smiled. “Uh- it’s nice to meet you all too.”

“Well then we should get to know each other.” said Gepetto, looking at the parents.

The other parents nodded in agreement.

“First off. What's the deal with those live action remakes?” Mufasa asked.

“Well, I think it’s just trying to retell the story again. Even though the message isn’t clear.” Melvin said. “Causes a lot of money and it does not always go well.”

“But at least there are some that manage to do things right.” Arianna said with a shrug.

“But don’t forget some are horrible!” Buck exclaimed, standing up. “Like sure! Some are… good at times. But sometimes it’s just bad.”

The grown ups stared at Buck.

“Ummm…Buck? Aren't you the one who didn't listen to his son in the first place?” Fi Zhou said, changing the subject as he sipped his tea.

All of the parents looked at Buck, who got quiet and sat down.

“Look it's the directors fault that they couldn't get the right idea and then change it and start from scratch at the last minute!” Buck said, rubbing the back of his head.

“Yeah I could totally relate.” Pacha said, “My directors already have the whole Kingdom Of The Sun movie in plan. It was meant to be a beauty meant to be a parody of the prince and the pauper and a musical until some executives wanted to change it at the last minute!”

“At least it went well. Right?” Sakina asked, looking at Pacha.

Pacha began thinking, through not wanting to get her nervous even more, then he nodded. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Sakina hummed and nodded.

The parent/guardian figures continued to talk.

“Well, we can't wait to see how your daughter will do in the upcoming film.” Encanto's Pepa said to Sakina at one point.

“She’s excited and nervous. I am as well.” Sakina said with a nervous chuckle. “Actually, all characters in the film are.”

“Trust us, we all felt that way from our first times.” said King Agnarr, smiling softly.

Sakina smiled and talked with the parents/guardians.

⭐

“I have one question, is that ok?” Asha asked, looking at Snow White.

Snow White nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Ok…” Asha breathed, calming down and began to ask, “Does everything in the studio come to life after the doors are closed?”

Snow White thought for a moment and then nodded as they walked to a table. “Yes, we all need to stretch and move around a bit after staying still all day.” she said, smiling softly. “Also to see what’s going on in the world.”

“Really?” Asha said, amazed.

Mickey and Minnie nodded as they walked.

“The world has changed a lot.” Mickey said with a sigh.

“How?” Asha asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Well, back in the day, my friends and I looked different. More of a black and white cartoony look.” Mickey explains.

“Yeah, the long way to where we are now.” Mulan chuckled as she stopped to talk to them.

Minnie nodded.

Asha hummed and looked at The Mad Matter and Tallulah Robinson were enjoying some tea and chatting about fashion trends of their day.

“Come on, You didn't have to see the elastic waist dresses and curly hair in my day when the film was released.” The Mad Matter said. “Then through the release of the '60s and '70s where they were on drugs or something. But hey, bell bottom pants were cool.”

“At least it wasn't like the low rise jeans, customized converse sneakers and the fake tans of my day.” Tallulah said, referring to 2007.

The Mad Hatter nodded and held up a cup, asking, “More tea?”

“Yes, please.” Tallulah said, nodding.

Asha hummed, while having no idea of what they were talking about, and then followed Snow White, Mickey, and Minnie to a table and sat down.

“Are you okay?” Snow asked.

“Yeah. I’m just trying to understand what everyone is talking about.” Asha said, nodding.

“Well, it would be a good opportunity to get to know each of them.” Minnie said, “plus your own friends are already here already.” She pointed at her friends coming out of the kitchen, who waved at her.

Asha chuckled and waved back.

“Yeah, but now I have more questions right now. Like… how did they come to life, like literally out of the picture?!” Asha asked, in curiosity.

They were shock and surprised about the question

They all looked at each other before looking at her.

“What’s wrong?” Asha asked, worried that she said something wrong.

“You did nothing wrong.” Minnie reassured

Micky took a deep breath and said, “Well, we all come to life by our creators’ care and love.”

“Really?!” Asha asked excitedly.

Mickey nodded with a smile.

⭐

The food was finally ready and each of the foods from each of their films were placed at the table along with the drinks.

“Everyone! Dig in!” Tiana said to everyone, smiling at everyone.

The food finally arrived and everyone started to eat.

The other cooks began sitting down at the seats after serving.

Everyone talked with each other as all ate.

“So, what do you think of this Mr. New “REAL” villain, King Magnífico?” Maleficent asked sarcastically to the other villains, sipping her drink.

“He’s a bit different than we are used to.” Honest John said before eating a chicken leg.

“He is supposed to be a mix of some of us.” Gaston said before sipping a drink and eating a turkey leg.

“The difference is that he’s married- well most of us are single.” Gothal added, looking at the Evil Queen.

The Evil Queen had a glare at her for a moment before smiling a bit. “Thank you.” she said flatley at the comment.

“Narcissist.” Tarzan's Clinton said to the other villains next to him.

“I mean it would be cool to have a sorcerer as a villain, No offense, Jafar, Morgana, The Horned King, Dr. Facilier, Madam Mim, or…” Bellwether said, looking at the other villains. Then she looked at Ursula as she tried to remember her name.

Ursula looks at the sheep with a deadpan look. “Ursula. My name is Ursula.” the sea witch said with a dark chuckle.

“Right…” Bellwether chuckled nervously. “I forgot.”

“It’s alright.” Ursula reassured, picking up a carrot and biting into it.

⭐

“I can't wait to eat!” Melody said with Arthur, looking at the food on the table.

“Yeah, I'm going to grab a turkey leg!” Arthur said, grabbing a leg.

“Same!” Melody said, getting a turkey leg.

Asha was finding which food she had to try first.

She never had dinner with the others before and was amazed by the different foods.

She tried the Spanish Puffs and it was nice. “This is good!” Asha said. “Who made it?”

“I did!” Kronk said proudly as he walked by with another plate of Spanish Puffs.

Asha looked up at him with a smile. “You did? Wow! You made these very good!”

“Thank you!” Kronk said before going to his seat.

⭐

Everyone had a good time at dinner.

Everything was calm.

Melody had a pretty good idea of how to spice things up. She threw one meatball off the spaghetti to Fred, who was talking with Wassabi to signal the plan. He excused himself and went to Melody.

“Hey, what’s up?” Fred asked when he got to her.

Melody got out of her seat and whispered something into Fred's ear.

He smiled and nodded at the plan, grabbing a beignet.

“Food fight!” Fred chatted before throwing the beignet to Wilber, who dodged it in time.

It instead hit Asha.

“Hey!” Asha laughed before throwing the Spinach puff at Fred. Which got everyone starting a fun food fight.

“Oh-Ho you're on!” Hiro said, grabbing a rice bowl and began throwing it towards Kuzco.

Everyone started to laugh as they continued to do the food fight.

Mickey was ducking cover as food began throwing left and right, seeing that the entire room and even themselves were a mess covering food.

Then the brooms from The Sorcerer's Apprentice entered the dining room.

Everyone stops and looks at the brooms.

The brooms crossed their arms across their stick chests and had their heads a bit forward, showing that they were mad.

Everyone began to put food that they were holding down on plates.

The brooms sighed and went to get cleaning stuff.

“Now, Who started it?” Donald asks angrily at everyone.

Melody chuckled nervously as she raised her hand along with Fred. “Look, it was just for fun…” she said.

Everyone did look at each other and managed to calm down.

It was for fun.

After all, it was sometimes rare or sometimes common to start these types of food fights for the rest of the characters.

While they got out of the dining room to get cleaned up, the brooms started to clean the dining room.

Everyone was already in a mess covered with food and drinks.

They each began to clean themselves up with some help from the magic from each of the fairies, witches and wizards and sorcerers. Even some with technology.

Mickey smiled when everyone was cleaned again.

Ariel begins scolding her daughter for starting the food fight while Fred was being scolded by some of his friends.

Asha looked at everyone and began socializing with them, having a great time.

But then the Spring Sprite started blooming a ton of flower crowns for everyone.

The Little Match Girl began laughing as her flower crown floated onto her head.

Everyone noticed the flower crowns floating down to them.

“Why is that for?” Penny asked, looking at the sprite.

The Spring Sprite smiled and started to write on the wall in flowers. When The Sprite was done, the writing spelled out “For the 100 years”

“Yeah, I think we definitely deserve them, which reminds me we should take another photo with the crowns next time.” Minnie said with a smile.

“Why not right now?” Asha asked, walking over to Minnie and Mickey.

Everyone all looked at each other, all thinking she might have a good idea.

“Alright everyone!” Mickey said to everyone, smiling softly.

Everyone got into their places just like for the photo earlier, just inside and everyone wearing the crowns and the flowers spelling. And this time they were doing different poses unlike the ones in the photo, along with the direct-to-video.

Tinkerbell got the camera ready with her fairy friends.

Everyone poses and smiles at the camera as the camera takes a photo.

⭐

Everyone started having some fun, even hosted a big sleepover and even hung out all throughout the night. That is until Max and Cinderella's mice came to alert them.

“Guys! It's going to be 5 minutes until the studio opens.” Max alerted everyone.

“We gotta get back to our respective cells!” Mickey exclaimed to everyone.

Everyone quickly said their ‘goodbyes’ and ‘see you later’ and then they got back in their cells before the security guard woke up.

Tinkerbell went to the security room and flew to the screens. Then she waved her wand, changing what the cameras got from the many characters' adventures to just empty hallways and everything reminding the same.

When she was done changing the footage, she smiled as flew out of the security room and into her cell.

⭐

The security guard yawned and stretched his arms as he woke up. He looked at the cameras, checking them.

“At least no one tries to steal or even make noise in the studio.” the security guard said to himself.

The doors begin to open and all the workers begin to go in. The new intern took a deep breath and went inside

“Good morning.” said Burny Mattinson to the new Disney intern, smiling softly at her.

“Good morning.” the new intern said to Burny Mattinson, smiling back.

The two talked about how their morning was going as they went to their animation sections.

“Good luck on Wish.” Burny Mattinson said to the new intern before going to his animation section.

“Thank you.” the new intern said, smiling.

The new Disney intern went to the animation section for Wish.

The new intern picked up a pen looking at the beginning to add the finishing touches, on a piece of paper, feeling it with magic sparkles, hoping to inspire the next generation and continue bringing stories to life.

☆The End☆

Author’s note:

I like take the time to thank the help of my co-writer, @vanessafangirl13, and our ideas and collaboration on this long and ambitious. Disney belongs to its rightful owners! Also, you can read this fic on @vanessafangirl13's (This post)

#Once Upon a studio Redeluxe #Once Upon a studio #Fic #disney animation

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pukner · 1 year

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Baz | part one

a steddyhands twt thread turned oneshot

|| Rated Gen || Stede and Ed take a brief vacation to visit Stede's family, and find a surprise.

part one / part two

They decide to visit Mary. Well, Stede decides to visit Mary.

Or, Stede gets a letter by extremely confusing means (why is fucking Jackie playing messenger) and receives word that in his absence (read: death), his wife's gone and married some bloke named Doug.

Ed doesn't feel anything about it either way, really. Stede's gone and worked himself into a tizzy (heh, like Izzy. Wait no, don't think about Izzy) and he's all guilty for ignoring his kids or whatever.

Ed doesn't get it. In his experience, the best dad is one you don't have to see.

He's a bit antsy about leaving the crew behind, to be honest. Not the most functional lot, this. Not without-- Well. Not without Iz.

Stede doesn't get it. "Honestly," he says, mouth pursed in that unhappy way of his, "Izzy was hardly the only competent member of our crew."

"Besides Oluwande and Jim," Ed says, flatly, "Yeah, he was."

"Lucius can write--" Stede offers.

"So can that molly we ran into last week. So can--"

"...molly?"

"The-- he tried to sleep with you? Asked you for a drink and then I stabbed him?"

"Oh, goodness--he was a courtesan?"

"Mate, don't say--"

Alright, so the conversation gets a bit derailed. He imagines Iz standing between them and snapping at them to Fucking Stay On Track or something, but they wouldn't be having this conversation if he was here, would they? If he hadn't slipped away unnoticed the second Stede returned--

if Ed had just paid attention, if Ed hadn't gone so profoundly off the rails in those last days before Stede showed back up, if he hadn't--

Ed tastes blood when he wakes up some nights. He wonders if Izzy does. He wonders if he's dead. He talks to Stede about it, some nights.

And he understands, is the bizarre thing. Stede looks at his worst moments, the tar leaking out his mouth, the I Maimed My Dearest Friend And Also Tried To Kill Lucius of it all, and says, "Alright, that's fine. You're terrible but so am I. We can be less terrible together."

They end up going to Barbados, in the end. He talks about Iz again, as they walk. It's a nice island. Very breezy. Sunny. It's like he's hemorrhaging all his feelings.

Stede listens, and murmurs, "I don't miss him like you do, dear, but I miss him all the same."

Then, because Stede's fundamentally a bitch, he adds, "Even though he was an irritating little man."

Ed doesn't like that. Not the thing about Iz, he absolutely is irritating and little, but the fact that he's talking in the past tense. Then Ed realizes that he did the same.

They meet Mary and her Doug. They're great. She's kind of a bitch, and Ed thinks immediately that he can never let her meet Jackie, or Anne, or Mary (the other one, Read). He also meets some broad in an eye patch that he immediately clocks as a threat.

The kids aren't home.

"You just let them run around with some stranger?" Stede says, appalled.

Stede gets appalled a lot. It's his whole thing. Ed's sort of wandering around and picking at stuff they have lying around. Paintbrushes, cushions. A doll lying on some fancy sofa.

Place looks nice. Dying was a good parenting move on Stede's part.

"He isn't a stranger," Mary's saying, in that patient tone that all women have when they're thinking of murder, "He's our neighbor--"

"Well," says Doug, coughing into his hand.

"Alright, so he lives in the woods, but he's a perfectly nice--"

"He watches the children when I'm having showings--"

"What on earth are you showing?" asks Stede, sounding unreasonably baffled.

"...my art, Stede."

"Ah. Well, what about Doug?"

"I work," says Doug, brightly.

"Some people do that, Stede," says Mary, pointedly.

"I work!"

"I doubt that," says Mary, which is fair. Ed doesn't think what they do qualifies as work.

They bitch at each other about this guy. Apparently he watches the kids. He's teaching Alma how to swordfight. And teaching Louis how to sew? What the fuck.

"--sword fight!" Stede says, shrilly, "Mary, that's hardly appropriate--"

"You literally ran away to become a pirate," says Mary, flatly.

"...fair," says Stede.

They hear a lot about this guy over tea.

He helped get rid of a nasty pirate situation, apparently. He's good with a sword, despite his limp, the cane he needs. He grows excellent beets? Has a nice flower garden. Knits up a storm. Kind of a wanker, very crabby, but soft on kids. The kids love him, apparently.

"--Alma's developing quite an interest in sailing, thanks to Baz," Mary is saying, and Ed drops his fork.

Oh.

He looks at Stede, panicked, and then when Stede doesn't give him the panic eyes back he realizes Ah He Doesn't Know. Stede isn't Jack, or old Sam. He doesn't know.

He looks at Mary, just then, and spies out a sly little smile on her face. It's a schemer's smile, this one. He's seen it on Jack often enough. Oh, he can never let her meet Annie. He's already afraid of the implications of her knowing Jackie.

Stede decides, before Ed can say his thing, that he's got to meet this Baz bloke.

Ed can't speak, on account of the phantom taste of blood in his mouth. He looks down at his plate, at all the meat he's pushed to a side.

part two

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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Your Russian guard ~ part 1

You had landed yourself in Kamchatka with Hopper. Not the smartest move but at least you were both alive. For now anyway. After being thrown in and separated from one another you are scared and alone

~ only brief description as don’t wanna give much away ~

Almost eight months ago:

You watch as Hopper and Joyce are about to turn the keys to end this madness at Star court. That is until you hear the door open behind you. ‘Found them’ the large Russian man said with an evil smile spreading across his face. Gun pointing at you, you freeze until Hopper pushes you out the way to the ground. The gun goes off shattering the glass surrounding you. Luckily Joyce ducks in time. Hopper runs into the man knocking the gun out of his hand. They begin to fight. You make your way over to the other key and Joyce gets up ready to turn hers. You’re just about to turn when you feel your feet lift off the floor. The Russians got you up in the air by your throat, you’re gasping for air, face turning red, this is the end for you. Hopper comes up from the floor blurred eyes from being hit in the nose but acts quickly. Grabbing the man’s gun and shooting him in the shoulder. He drops you and you fall on the side of the broken glass. Hearing a crunch landing painfully on your leg. Surrounding by the broken glass. You scream in pain. You try to get up but it’s no use. Your body can not. You hear more fighting coming from above you, you start to crawl away when all of a sudden the two men fall near you. The Russian gets up first, coming quickly towards you. You crawl as fast as you can near the end of the railings but he’s quick and grabs your foot dragging back. You scream in pain as he starts to hit you in the back. Hopper coming to your aid again and hitting him in the back of the head with some loose railing making him stumble and lose balance. With all your strength you kick him with your good leg making him fall back into the machine. Hopper ducks down huddling over you as sparks fly everywhere all around. You both crawl your way back to the end of the railings. You slowly and painfully get up and see the sight before you. Sparks flying everywhere, there no escape. You look at one another wordless and reach for each others hand. You both look up and Joyce who can’t believe her eyes. Hopper nods giving her a smile. You mouth, ‘it’s okay’. Holding back the tears Joyce reaches for the other key with her belt and turns them both at the same time closing her eyes. You close your eyes ready to be met by death. ‘Not today kid. Run!’ Hopper shouts running to the edge with his hand in yours. He drags you as you scream in pain. He jumps off the edge taking you with him. The machine blows up and nothing is left. The gate is closed. Joyce opens her eyes and looks down to where you and Hopper were stood. Tears start to fall, slowly making her way down the steps. She can’t believe it. You’ve both gone. She feels someone turning her. ‘Jim? Y/N? Where’s Jim and Y/N?!’ Murray asks with panic. Joyce looks down sadly with tears rolling down her face, shaking her head. There’s no time to grieve as the Russian guards come storming in, Joyce and Murray make an escape for it. They are gone. They are safe.

You finally come round, the pain in your leg waking you. You slowly open your eyes and look around you. It’s dusty and dark but you see Hoppers body next to you. ‘Oh god. Please no’ you say crawling your way to Hopper. ‘Wake up. Wake up!’ You say shaking his shoulders. He quickly opens his eyes taking in a breath. You let out your breath. He’s alive thank god. ‘Hopper. Thank you. You, you saved me’ you say crying. He sits up and brings you in for a quick hug. ‘Let’s get out here kid.’ He says standing up. You try but scream out in pain, you can’t stand. Hopper looks down and sees your leg. Your bone is sticking out your knee. You weren’t even aware. ‘Oh shit. Okay. It’s gonna be okay.’ Hopper says reassuring to you. He rips part of the Russian uniform. ‘This is gonna hurt like hell so bite your sleeve. Okay?’ Hopper says with concern. You nod and do what he said. He wraps around your knee making a temporary cast. You bit down so hard you think you’re gonna pass out from the pain. He ties it up so it won’t come loose. Tears streaming down your checks. ‘I’m sorry. But we’ve got to go. I’m gonna lift you and carry you up the ladder. Hold on tight okay?’ Hopper says slowly so you understand. Your barely hear as the ringing is loud in your ear. Hopper bends down lifting you into his arms. Your head feels dizzy. Everything is spinning. Your eyes can’t focus on anything. They begin to close as Hopper makes his way up the ladder with you. ‘C’mon Y/N stay with me kid’ he says but it sounds all muffled. You groan in pain as you try to talk. Words fail you. As Hopper reaches the top of the ladder your both met with a group of Russian guards. They snatch you from Hopper not carrying about you knee. You scream in pain and hear Hopper shouting in the background then everything goes black

Your eyes open slowly as you adjust to the bright lights. You are in a different place. Your head still spinning. You do not know where you are. You slowly turn your head and see blurry outlines of people. As your eyes adjust you see the uniforms first. Your heart begins to beat faster as you try move you can not. You look down seeing your hands and ankles in chains on a bed. ‘Ahh look who has woken up’ a man says coming with a thick Russian accent next to you. ‘W-where?’ You stutter struggling to speak. ‘W-where? She asks. Haha!’ The men around you all burst into laughter. ‘My dear. You are in hell.’ The man says with a smile. Your eyes well up as you don’t understand. ‘No need to be sad American. We will take good care of you’ another man says approaching your right. His hand stroking your leg. You flinch at his actions. ‘G-get o-off me’ you say with utter disgust. ‘Now now that’s not very nice. We make you leg better and this is how you repay us?’ He says his hand still moving up he stops reaching your thigh giving it a squeeze. You spit on the floor next to you getting his boot. His hand quickly comes harshly to your face as he grabs it. ‘You will pay for that one’ he snarls through his teeth. Your about to respond when some doors open. ‘они хотят еe’ (they want her) another man’s says entering the room. ‘она вся твоя будь осторожна она злющая’ (she’s all yours. Be careful she’s feisty) the man says letting go of your face. ‘See you soon American’ he says with a smile leaving the room.

The new man approaches you. ‘You go now. I take you there. I’m going to unlock you but put different ones on. Any funny business and you will suffer the consequences. Understand?’ he says bluntly. His words are more clear than the other man’s. You nod. As he begins to unlock your ankles you speak. ‘W-where am I g-going?’ He ignored you and moves to the other chain. ‘I asked y-you a question.’ Still no reply. As you hear the click of your other chain being unlocked you go to kick him but he’s too quick and moves away. He’s shaking his head tutting at you. ‘Now now American. What did I say?’ He says approaching you. You stay silent. ‘Hey. Answer me.’ He says as his hand grabs your broken knee. You scream out in pain but he shuts you up by slapping you. ‘I told you there would be consequences American.’ He goes back to your feet and shackles them together in new chains. You feel tears rolling down your face as you knee throbs and your cheek burns. He unlocks a chain on you left wrist, ‘I wouldn’t pull any other shit. I was nice. The others would of been less forgiving’ he says making his way to your other wrist. He put your hands next to one another and shackles them. You stare down at your body. You never realised you were in different clothes. You can’t feel a bra anymore. Someone had took it. You look at your knee, it was in a cast but not a supportive one like you’d get at home. ‘My clothes.’ You say looking up at the man. He looks into your eyes. ‘You needed new ones. Better ones. Ones you can work in’ he stated bluntly. You look at him for a minute staring in his eyes. You don’t think you’ve seen such blue eyes on anyone before. You snap out of it when he smirks proudly before saying, ‘the guards wrestled who got your bra and panties. They were very pretty. They said they smell like a real woman.’ You feel your cheeks turning red as you look away. You think that dying would of been the better option. That’s when you realise. ‘Hopper. Where’s Hopper?!’ You say bringing your hands up pleading. ‘Alive. For now. C’mon American time to go.’ He says shoving you off the bed. ‘But I-I can’t walk. My knee.’ You say pointing down to it. He looks at it and the up at you. ‘You’ll be fine. Let’s go’ he says pulling you off the bed. Your feet landing on the floor with a thud. You feel physically sick because of the pain, the dizzy feeling coming back. The man starts to walk but you pull at his sleeve. ‘Please. I-I can’t’ you start to cry with tears running down your face. The man sighs, he takes his arm pulling you by the waist, you rest yours across his back. You both begin to walk. It still hurts but not as bad as some pressure is relived. ‘Thank you’ you say in a whisper looking up at him. He looks down and replies, ‘your lucky American. No one else would do this shit for you.’ ‘Why are you?’ You asks feeling confused. He turns always not saying a word. You stop outside a door. He gets the keys from his belt and unlocks the door. ‘Welcome to your new home American’ he says pushing you in. You land and scream in pain. He doesn’t say anything just closes and locks the door behind you. You were alone, scared and didn’t know what was to come. You preyed Hopper would be okay. You preyed you would be okay. This was only the beginning of hell

#Stranger things #dmitri x reader #dmitri antonov x reader #dmitri antonov fanfic #dmitri stranger things #dmitri antonov #enzo stranger things #enzo x reader #jim hopper stranger things #jim hopper x reader #Guard Dmitri

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 1 year

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Favorite Head cannons of the OFMD community as of S1

-Izzy and Ed knew each other during the Hornigold era, and Izzy chose Ed as his captain after the mutiny.

-Roach had very little to no experience as a ships surgeon before joining the Revenge, he's just passionate and a fast learner, and we love him for it.

-Calico Jack wanted to fuck Izzy. If it was mutual is up for debate.

-Ed sleeps on Stede's couch for most of S1.

-Ed fucking loves the Swede. Ed sees this anxious guy and is just so fucking nice? Like, yeah, bare minimum. But he doesn't put him down once. Immediately getting the vibe of 'oh, this is the ships nice guy, i gotta fit in'.

-Lucius was running away from something when he happened upon Stede and the ship. Be it a crazy life, a marriage, a criminal past. Who knows? But he found safety in an idiotic man willing to hire a scribe for a ship.

-Izzy also has a bounty on his head for abandoning the English, but it's usually Ed's bounty that will cause problems. Since, like everything else in life, Izzy is easily ignored, and would be found with Edward either way.

-Frenchie and Wee John knew each other before joining the Revenge. How much is up for debate.

-Anne and Mary totally abandoned Jack's ass on an island, taking over his ship, and getting away scott-free. As Jack was their jackass laze about husband that forced the two to run the ship. But I do believe they all once loved each other, just didn't communicate (as with the rest of the established couples in the show)

-Izzy is VERY into whatever Ed is willing to give him. Ed just wants a nap and a cuddle.

-Oluwande is supernaturally earnest and willing to put up with almost everyone's shit. Especially Jim. Which they love him so much for. Oluwande will probably see some type of leadership role in the next seasons.

-Stede/Ed are fucking like rabbits. They are the most PTA couple and while Lucius/Pete are at least conscious of when they're in public Ed/Stede are not. And honestly, good for them.

-Izzy has tummy issues. Either from anxiety, age, diet, stress, or health issues.

-Buttons has a history as a pirate, yet no one can verify them. His crews are always gone, dead or missing...no one sees this as the red flag it should be (my vote is always that he's a cryptid, and changes the reality of the ships he's on).

-Buttons COULD be the best first mate around, hell, he probably was once...But things changed for him as he aged and seen all his crew die off, that and he lives for the drama.

-(personal) Izzy was a rope monkey growing up, his size means (if izzy was a pirate before the age of 20) he would have been thrown up there. I also think Ed was a higher-ranking rope monkey or was one in the past. Ed would fucking love the risk, of climbing up high and getting wind in his hair(My only proof is how easily he balances on the railing in EP 4, cause it was the first thing that made me really go 'WOOF'. Competence is hot, babes). (I also totally see young Ed jumping down from heights, fucking up his knee)

-Oh, that Ed having knee problems is TECHNICALLY a head cannon, but at this point...it's canon.

-Most problems could be solved with communication, its a shame each member of the crew speaks in their own language of bullshit, trauma, and stubbornness.

-Ed never paints his own nails. Honestly, mood my man.

-Lucius/Pete get married long before Stede/Ed. Personally, I vibe with this because Stede probably holds a lot of beliefs about what weddings mean for a relationship (stagnation, settling down, and fulfilling societal duties). While Stede is a romantic and would love to marry Ed, I think he'd need to see Lucius and Pete make it work, especially with their open relationship.

-Their historical deaths will be real, but be fuckeries. Honestly. I know S2 is a gap season, but FUCK S3 could be so COOL if they go this route. (Blackbeard's ship sailing into Ocracoke for a wedding and party, being unable to escape and having to fight it out being what happened. Stede getting hung a few weeks later)

-Ed can play the piano/harpsicord', Stede can not.

-'Ed' vs 'Edward' has VERY specific meanings depending on who and why they are saying it.

-Izzy's loyalty was somewhat bought from Ed saving his life, either metaphorically (giving Izzy a happier life as a pirate) or literally (saved from being hung/saving him in a fight). In Izzy's eyes his only purpose is to protect Edward.

-Stede WILL go back to the fancy dress and accessories. The Ep 10 look was a rebirth, a new slate to build a happier version of himself. As much as I love 'tuff' muscled Stede, that's not who he is. He loves finery and being soft.

-The crew is a family, and if EP 9 ended how Ed wanted it to they could have been happy together yes. But they'd be alone. No family and friends to support them.

AND as always:

-Lucius is still alive.

#ofmd #edward teach #stede bonnet #lucius spriggs #izzy hands #frenchie #wee john feeney

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sagesiove · 1 year

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𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚟 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎

[Ch𝟷] - 𝚂𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚏'𝚜 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗

CW: Violence & Death, Guns, Sexism, Mild Language

Hawkins, Indiana, 1985

You stand in the control room alongside Joyce, horrifically watching Hop and Grigori fight down below by the spinning generator. Multiple times you have seen heads close to the moving parts, or limbs. You struggle to watch as Jim finally pushes the Russian into the machine, evaporating completely with little to no evidence of gore.

It churns and vibrates as the gateway slowly grows larger. You know you have to do something before it gets the chance to fully break away from the possibility of sealing it back up. Joyce grabs your attention, tapping you on the shoulder.

“These… Buttons. They must do something.” She motions her hands frantically.

You eye the panels up and down, laced with buttons. You then notice that two panels with a keyhole each lie in front of the windows. You bite your tongue.

“This is what he was talking about… Smirnoff, the keys. They’ll destroy the machine.” You add, pulling the silver keys out of one of your pockets and handing one to Joyce.

“If we destroy the machine, what happens to Hop?” She frowns.

“Just get the keys in position.”

You both take one panel each and insert the key, making sure not to turn it.

“He has to get back up here. There has to be a way before we do anything.” She says.

You eye the electricity bouncing off of the machine and the metal railings, leaving just enough room for Hop to stand behind it safely.

“There’s no way, he’ll die. The current is too strong.”

You look down at his dishevelled state, but somehow, he’s still smiling. He nods at Joyce and then at you.

“He’s giving us the go-ahead, Joyce.” You inhale sharply.

She chokes, tears forming in her eyes.

“He knows we have to do this. We’re doing it to save the kids, to save Hawkins. We all knew that before coming here, Joyce,” You press.

She hangs her head low and her breath hitches.

“No matter the outcome.” She bites her lip.

“No matter the outcome.” You nod and repeat softly.

You watch her hand grasp the key and look out towards Hopper one last time. You feel the emotions start to take over your own body.

“On 3.” She murmurs. You nod.

One.

Two.

Three.

You turn the key roughly. Not long after, the floor below you vibrates. You glance over at Joyce who has her eyes closed before a blinding light hits the both of you, the groaning sound of mechanical parts filling your ears. You squint your eyes shut as you stabilize yourself on the panel.

Like a flash of lightning, the brightness is suddenly gone. It takes a while for your eyes to adjust back to their normal state, but when they do, an ache grips your chest.

The platform where Hop once stood is empty, with small flames engulfing different parts of the once active generator. Before you have any time to check on Joyce, Murray comes bolting into the room, grabbing you and Joyce by the arm tightly.

He stops suddenly, eyes widening.

"Jim?"

You nod your head no.

The stern look on his face drops completely. He hesitates but drags us to the exit of the control room.

"They're on our asses now, we've got to go," Murray speaks. Joyce barely reacts to this.

"There's no way they got down here that quickly." You laugh nervously.

"You'd be surprised."

You scoff and brush Murray's hand off of your arm.

You walk as a group for a few minutes, turning corners cautiously.

"Stop." He halts suddenly and pulls out the Walkie-Talkie Dustin lent to him.

"What are you doing?" Joyce whispers.

"Just making sure we have the clear." He inspects it.

You zone out, tired from watching Murray fiddle with the switches on the device. Your gaze shifts to something else. Not far down the hallway, a door to a room is open, showing a reflection of light as if it was from a TV.

"Wait here," You whisper. Joyce looks at you in confusion.

You approach the room with caution, hand resting above the gun strapped to your hip. When you enter, you're greeted with a series of TVs.

Security Footage.

Some of the TVs show Russian Men Patrolling hallways, far away enough from you, but you know it won't take them that long to get to where you are. On another TV, footage of the explosion rolls back, almost as if someone was watching it before and fled out of fear. You keep an eye out for Hopper, getting ready to turn away from the video when needed. But instead, it switches to a new clip.

The fire from the explosion spreads rapidly down the platform. You see Hopper run and then disappear off camera.

What.

You frantically grab the keyboard to the system and spam the rewind button, the clip switching back to the beginning; only this time do you pay closer attention than before. At the end of the platform is a ladder, and what seems to be a complete drop-off.

You finally clue in. He didn't disappear, he jumped.

How far down is it? It's a shot in the dark... But if he landed the right way...

You run out of the room yelling at both Murray and Joyce.

"Guys, there's a chance Hop survived!" You gesture them towards the room.

Both of them look up, their faces stained with dejection.

"You saw him die, we both did," Murray says.

"But what if he completely avoided the explosion and jumped off of the platform?" You add.

"No one could survive a fall like that," Joyce whispers.

"There's no time, they're gaining on us as we speak." Murray puts the walkie-talkie away. "Plus we have quite the situation up above."

You clench your fists. The drop couldn't have been that far down, right?

Murray continues to gesture Joyce down the hallway.

"Are you coming, or not?"

You eye the gun on your hip and shimmy your hand into your pocket. 1 round of ammo left, just enough.

"Give me two minutes. You make your way to the elevator, I'll meet back with you on the way." You nod. You hope you aren't sounding ridiculous.

Joyce's eyes widen and Murray raises and slaps his hand back down to his side with frustration.

"Are you insane?"

"I'll be quick, I promise." You nag.

"If you get captured it's on you and-" He retorts.

"If I don't show up in two minutes, don't wait." You interrupt.

"Don't risk it. Hopper wouldn't have wanted you to get hurt, too." Joyce adds. You pat her shoulder comfortingly and try your best to smile.

Your heart pounds as you turn around and make your way toward the opposite end of the hallway. You pick up your pace back toward the control room when you turn the corner.

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"He claims the spy jumped." A soldier states, grasping a man dressed in a white shirt and black slacks by the collar. His eyes widen in fear.

"And the two women?" Another man questions with authority; told apart from the others by his Insignia.

"They seemed to have gotten away."

"And the bald man?"

"He was with the women, Lieutenant."

The man pauses, presumably in thought.

"And you let them get away?" He turns to the soldier and man.

"They were armed." The security guard stifles, sweat coating his forehead.

The Lieutenant says nothing but holds his gaze with the guard. Then, he bursts out laughing. The man's face creases with confusion.

"You let them get away? The stupid Americans?"

The rest of the soldiers chime in laughing.

"Quiet!" He shouts suddenly.

The authoritative pulls out his Makarov and aims it at the man's head with a nasty grin. The gun welcomes his fingers with a click.

"Pathetic."

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You wince at the sudden gunshot, hands instinctively shooting up to cover your ears while you travel through the hallways.

What the hell was that?

You can't do anything but hope it was anything other than Joyce and Murray.

You keep running until you pass the control room, then you go down a flight of stairs which takes you a floor underneath the platform. You cock back your gun and scope through the smoke and flames, looking for any sign of Hop. Right now, you'll aim to find the ladder. You eventually bump into it, taking you by surprise.

You waft the smoke away. Right in front of you lies Hopper. You immediately drop to the ground.

"Hop? Hopper!" You shout and shake him.

It takes a second, but his eyes shoot open while he breathes heavily.

"We need to go, like now."

"Where's... Joyce?" He rasps and coughs.

"She's with Murray, they're on their way to the elevator."

He smiles, and with a huff props himself up on his elbows. You stand back up and grab him by the forearms.

"My back hurts."

"It would, you fell quite a long way down. I'm going to need you to get up, though. We don't have much time."

You help pull him up, Hop almost taking you down with him again with a groan.

"We can go out the door I came from. Do you have your gun?"

He nods, pulling it out from his pocket.

"Alright, let's go."

You lead Hopper back to the door. As soon as you get out of the machine's vicinity, you both gasp for air.

"That stuff isn't good to inhale." You laugh, patting Hopper on the back.

He smiles, slouching down and propping himself up on his thighs.

"Why did you come back for me?" He asks.

"I saw the security footage. You're lucky that I did. Now, let's get a move on."

You lead each other down the hallway.

"Any signs of soldiers, we run. No combat."

"No combat. Got it." He repeats.

"There has to at least be. I don't know. Five of them, six?" You whisper.

"You saw them?" He questions.

"Only on the cameras." You chuckle. "They looked pretty amateur, not going to lie."

"Probably their first deployment." He adds.

"I wouldn't doubt it."

You and Hopper turn a two-way corner before you hear a click behind you.

"Stop clicking your gun." You say. Hop doesn't reply.

"Hop?" You turn around and are met by three Russian soldiers, their presumed leader in front. He approaches us slowly.

"Look what we have here." He clicks his tongue.

Hopper covers me, aiming his gun right at his head.

"Don't come any closer, we just want to leave," Hop says firmly.

"Leave?" The man laughs. "After you came and destroyed our mashina? Intruded in our base?"

"Not our fault your 'secret' message was picked up by a gaggle of pre-teens and their nifty invention." You hiss. "You have no clue what you're doing, opening up something like that."

The man turns his gaze to me.

"So the woman speaks with a... bossy tongue." He smirks. "Let me get a good look at her."

"You'll have to get through me first." Hopper stands his ground.

Before you can protest, a pair of arms grab you from behind. Another soldier buts Hopper in the back of the head, causing him to fall forward onto the floor, unconscious.

"Hop!" You yell, withering in the soldier's grasp.

"Suka." He hisses in your ear.

You're brought in front of the head man. He looks to be not much younger than you but wears a grin.

"You give us no trouble, your friend is safe." He proposes.

"No, you're going to let us go." You retort, looking him in the eyes, spitting on his face.

He barely moves, hesitates, then pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes his face with a scowl.

"Woman, as much as I can play these games.." He continues. "Your use is much preferred... In the bedroom."

He pauses to think.

"However, I wouldn't do such a thing. I'm not allowed to, as much as I would love to.. experiment with an American woman." He brings a gloved hand up to my face and laughs. "But... you might find it nice in Kamchatka." He nods thoughtfully.

Before you get the chance to reply, something hard hits you on the back of the head. All you can make out is your body falling until everything goes pitch black.

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"An American... man and woman?" A man sits at his desk, holding the file open.

"Originally... the plan was to immediately send them to Kamchatka." Another man speaks, taking a puff of his cigarette. "But plans change, don't they?"

"How long until they arrive?" The man at the desk flips through the papers.

"2 days, a week, a month. Depends on how... cooperative everything is."

There is a moment of silence in the room.

"Keep them alive..." the man slams the file shut, "But do not hesitate to interrogate."

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I’ve postponed this story idea for so long, and have only completed the first chapter because I scraped everything else I had written. My plan is to cross-post on both Tumblr and Ao3 from now on.

I am still not sure if I want to keep this story 2nd person or have an original character so feedback is appreciated:)

#dmitri antonov #dmitri enzo antonov #stranger things 4 #stranger things #dmitri antonov x reader #stranger things 3 #dimitri antonov #stranger things x reader

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