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Bye, I just realized I spelt soldier wrong 💀..this is embarrassing. 😭

Percy Jackson and the record of Ragnarok crossover

A part of a draft

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Screams echoed in the caves; thump!

The impact was heard from miles away, the dust spreading out of the caves as the body fell to the floor. With the sound of 2 half-bloods and a satyr falling down a mystical cave. The first to wake up from this predicament was the daughter of Athena, Annabeth. Opened her eyes up to the cave, looking everywhere. Her coughs echoed the empty cave; her clothes were covered in the brown dust staining her camp shirt.

"Where the hell are we?" she muttered

Looked over at her unconscious friends, stained with dust and dirt. As she touched her head and got up, her legs were wobbly and tired from impact, as her leg gave away and fell, then crawled over to her friends, shaking them out. It was obvious that Grover's fake human legs went somewhere else.

Nothing.

She only remembered fighting one of the chimeras with Percy and Grover, then snapped out her thoughts with a scream, throwing her head over to the scream from Grover.

Quickly covering his mouth. "Will you stop shouting" with the aggravated Annabeth? Suddenly the satyr stopped screaming; she took her hand away from his mouth,

She didn't more of her problem racking besides having a now anxious and scared Grover shuddering. "So, you don't know where we are." "Duh! We need to get out of this place quickly."

"We need you to wake up, Percy!" she pointed to his unconscious body, brushing her hair away.

"So please help me wake him up!" with now, the still shuddering satyr shaking the black-haired half-blood-"Come on, Percy!! Wake up," the scared satyr clearly violently shaking the boy, "Please, wake up," shaking him more.

"I know that Percy is a heavy sleeper, but I didn't know he was this difficult!" Annabeth complained, placing her elbow on her thigh in a criss-cross position. "Blue Cookies," the sleeping Percy whispered, "Huh?!" Annabeth and Grover yelled, "I-i can't believe he is thinking of cookies in this situation!" Grover mumbled, munching on a tin can.

"Wait, cookies-did Percy pack cookies in his backpack?" throwing her head back and looking at Grover in awe and hurrying, searching through his backpack.

"Found it!" holding up a Ziploc bag of the blue cookies, her eyes were filled with stars. Walking to Percy, where his body sprawled out due to Grover shaking, Annabeth takes out one of the blue cookies and puts it under his nose; her plan is a success!

Soon the black-haired boy sea green eyes flutter open awake, and immediately grabbed the cookie out of her hand, devouring it. "Oh, hey Anne-," snapping himself at mid-sentence and looked at their surroundings. "Where are we?"

"Don't call me that," she declared, pointing at him accusingly. "-and Grover and I don't know what this place is!" she said, crossing her arms with a piss-off expression. Soon the sound of footsteps echoed in the cave.

With now the quick-thinking daughter of Athena, quickly getting her Yankees baseball cap and dagger with the same response of Percy uncapping his ballpoint pen and turning into the grand celestial sword, Riptide. With the satyr standing up behind the armed half-bloods.

"Whose there?" the yelling male half-Blood placing his posture up in a stance. The footsteps walking towards them as they got louder, as they stood ready to defend themselves from the stranger's surroundings.

As they were ready to pounce at the assumed attacker, they were welcomed by a soft smiling goddess walking in with her godly aura calming them, "Woah, there, let's put down those weapons" surprised by the weapons pointed to you.

Your words and your peaceful demeanor changed their whole suspicious, hesitating weapons downs, except for the blinded-haired girl, with her dagger in hand, "Who are you?" She spat out you.

Your eyes analyzed as they looked like mortals but radiate some godly aura, as you piqued interest in the topic, "No need to be some snappy, little girl, but well, I'm supposed we're in the matter, I'm (Y/N), how about yours?" As a smile cracked your tinted lips.

"I'm Annabeth Chase," the girl announced confidently, still having her dagger in hand, as her head snapped back to her companion's symbolic them to introduce themselves, "Oh-I'm Percy Jackson" the black-haired boy raised his voice, failing to hide the hesitation in his voice bumping his shoulder motioning the dazed satyr.

"A-and I'm Grover Underwood!"

"Interesting.." You mumble out, placing your hand under your chin and pondered about the weird aura pulsing out of them you were thinking of the satyr with the obvious sight of his goat body.

"So, what are-what exactly are you guys?" pointing at them.

"We-" Percy spoke out but stopped looking at his friend to see if it was safe to say, Annabeth and the driver gave him a nod to the question, "We are half-bloods" he declared in confidence, pointing at his chest.

"Woah, wait really!" You exclaimed, "-I haven't seen one in years!" You clapped in excitement.

"Wait what?" Annabeth blurted out, "How can that be, we didn't visit mount Olympus that long ago"

"You visited mount Olympus, how?" stepping closer to the group, "I mean I would have thought that you guys would look a lot bit godly than this, like weak mortals" you clamored.

"Hey!" Percy yelled, "Don't underestimate us, we recovered Zeus's light bolt"

"Woah, you guys did all that, I never knew he lost that thing, holy!"

"Huh?!" they all gasped together, "So you guys never heard of that at all?!"

"Of course not, if I didn't would tell you silly!" you smiled. "Anyways while we're on the topic of who your guy's parents are, I'm curious to know"

"Well, I'm a daughter of Athena" Annabeth announced, "-And I'm the son of poseidon"

"Wait, what? I never knew Poseidon had a child like you; I would've never known; you guys do look different" you grasp Percy's face and look in his eyes, ", especially with those eyes; his own eyes are so cold and so mean."

"Hey, back away from him" she swung her dagger as you dodged the attack back, "Woah, I wasn't trying to make a move on your boyfriend," putting your hands up.

Annabeth sheathed her dagger and crossed her arm, trying to hide the blush spreading through her face, "Anyways, we should get out of this gloomy cave!" you offered

"Why should we trust you?" Percy blurted out.

"-Would you rather stay in this desolated cave?" It seemed perfect timing when they heard a loud roar from the cave's depths.

"Definitely somewhere else," Grover squeaked as the group nodded their heads to the answer.

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The whole group came into the new surroundings, "Woah, where are we?" Grover said in awe. The surrounding was beautiful, from the lush green tree to the bountiful flowers.

"Mount Olympus looks definitely a bit different," Percy commented

"Oh silly boy, we're in Vahalla!"

"Wait, like Vahalla, the one in Norse mythology?" Annabeth squeaked, bewildered.

"Mhm!" you glance at her, "You sure are Athena's kid."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Annabeth yelled.

Omfg, this gotta be my favorite part 😵💓💯

Mind Games

Part 3

Series summary: Set in 1984. It’s that time of the year – the supes are having the time of their lives at the Herogasm festival. Soldier Boy seems to have taken a special interest in Y/N, a fellow superhero.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x female Reader

Category: Angst, smut, 18+

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Alcohol use, cursing, violence, explicit sexual content, Soldier Boy being abusive towards his team

A/N: This part contains smut! Do not read if you’re under the age of 18! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! Wanna be added to my Soldier Boy tag list? Send me an ask!

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So, yes, this is the story of how I wanted to give Soldier Boy a piece of my mind and ended up in his fucking trailer instead. To be honest, his trailer was pretty simple for Vought standards – at least for Vought standards how I imagined them. Then again, Soldier Boy did seem to be the practical type.

The two of us were sat at a table, a bottle of whiskey between us. Soldier Boy had taken off his gloves, giving me a good view of his large hands. I could see the veins on the backs, the callouses on the tips of his fingers. His fingernails were cut short, and remained clean despite doing fight scenes in the dirt all day.

“So… Did you enjoy my performance on Solid Gold?”, Soldier Boy asked cockily, lifting one of his enormous hands and snatching the bottle of whiskey from the table.

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❛❛ ICE ❜❜

matching ・Coach!Steve Harrington x Ice Skater!Reader

genre・Fluff, maybe enemies to lover trope(?) 😏

warning ・None :/

words・1140

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Walking into the skating rink with your backpack in hand, holding your skates in hand, today was the day your new coach came in to help you improve your skating skills.

You sat on the bench, put on your skates, tied them up in the process, 'Might as well practice than waiting.'

The scarping of the ice once your skates hit the ice echoed in the skating rink; you were the only person there practicing your skills on the ice; it was owned by one of your childhood friends that granted permission for you to practice.

Skating Ice was fun; it was satisfying to hear your skates cut the layer of ice in the rink, wearing your ordinary sweater and legging as you skated around.

Practicing toe loops to the lutz, your jumps were perfect, landing onto the smooth ice with the crisp sound of ice being cut from your skates, but even with your everything, your rhythm was somehow always lacking some emotion, they say.

The thought of the idea of your dances lacking emotion anger you. "Does it even matter," you puff out. The lights shined on the ice giving it a white glow; the glow was enhancing you.

Wondering to yourself how the smooth ice was to skate on, how something frozen would be beautiful, not like normal icy water was appearing like an unawakened bear in its hibernation.

The scraping sound of ice filled your ears with glee.

As you held yourself in your arms, skating away on the rink, not hearing or being aware of who came into the skating rink, you were too busy with your thought to comprehend.

The door cracked open, with a cold hiss sound echoing the skating arena like opening a freezer.

Footsteps echoed and took your mind out of thought as you looked towards the arena entrances; he was holding in a duffel bag and had their skates in hand.

His luxurious, delicate locks bounced every time he took a step; you gazed in awe, wondering who this man was, especially when you thought this place was closed and wasn't always anyone in.

Your eyes couldn't take your eyes off him. It was something enticing about him; maybe it was about how he came in, how he walked, or perhaps it's his gorgeous hair alluring you.

Until his eyes spotted you and stared at you, you looked away in embarrassment and skated away from the area inaccessible to the benches.

Your face was hot, practically sweating from the encounter even though the whole rink was freezing; ghastly to say, he was reasonably attractive.

After that, you came up with somewhat of a decision. So you skated to the benches where you threw all your stuff on and did a couple of stretches so your body wouldn't cramp up while you were in the lesson.

Waiting for your new coach to come, since your old coach quit out of you because you were 'too hotheaded,' it is not your fault that they rated your triple axel loops wrong.

You did break some of the signs, but you couldn't hold it in; you rubbed your neck and rotated it to loosen your tense muscles and sighed; this coach is taking a long time to come here. Finally, when you close your eyes, he appears in front of you, not even admiring your personal space, "Your L/N, right?" his modulated voice ranged into your ears.

No way this hunk was your coach; your eyes widen in astonishment "…Y-yeah, are you my new coach?" you should have rethought that answer because it was a stupid question to ask.

"Mhm, I'm Steve, well my full name is Steve Harrington, but you can call me Steve for short," he utters, putting his hand out, signaling for a handshake; you are in a trance by his beauty not even admiring his hand, you just shook your head.

"Not much of a contact person, are you?" he pulled his hand away from you. Not much came out of your word; you just stared at him and crossed your arms.

"Well, shall we start on the ice?" he insisted, "Okay." you sat up from the benches and entered the ice sink with your coach, "Show me one of your routines, so you will know what is lacking. In?"

Did he say lacking, not even one second, and you already have a problem with him? You're never lacking; you are simply perfect and flawless in everything you do, especially ice skating.

You skated away from him and got in position, your arms twirled around your body, as your feet followed the rhythm of your arms, it was a bit awkward since there was no music, as your one of legs dismounted from the ice as you turned your body as you took flight, completing a 360 spin and landing on the ice.

As you push yourself back and accelerate your speed on your skates as you turn around, kicking your right leg back, using the weight of your body, turning yourself, landing on the ice with your right leg being held with your right hand, having your left arm out, to balance yourself on ice, completing upright spin.

You felt confident until you looked at him; his face emitted an unimpressed look; oh boy, that took a toll on you.

You lower your leg, propelling yourself around the ice as you spread your arms away from each other as you turn back and propel yourself up, doing a 360 spin and landing on your right leg as you tuck your arms.

Taking the speed, jumping up and spinning into the air, completing a toe loop and having your left leg in the air, bending yourself 70 degrees and turning in the air while your right leg takes the weight of your body, completing a camel spin.

You lower your leg to the ice, decrease your speed on the ice as you finish up your routine, pose on the ice, have a smug grin on your face, sweat dripping off your face, and your heavy breathing echoes in the arena as the sounds of clapping were followed up.

"That's good." he puts his hand back in his pockets, walking towards you; you turn yourself as you were looking face-to-face with him, "But your turns and jumps were lacking," he utters.

A big hit to the ego.

If that comment didn't make you angry, his critiques would. Releasing your anger was something he wanted you to do honestly; you didn't want him to be right about you at all.

He was breathing in and out, changing your state of mind to be calm. Then, dismissing him with a thank you, that smug smile formed on his annoying face angered you more.

"So..should we get started?"

Table Talk

If we are going to be real

Let's talk about how Charles Beckendorf, literally the only black person that was introduced, died and how his girlfriend, Silena also died and get talked trash because of that bitch ass hoe, Drew.

bro.

I wanna lick his tears.

meow meow 'omelanduh

also lets ignore how messy of a drawer I am. I’m rusty and haven’t drawn in literal forever 🥲

Did I do this right 🤌

BARBIE WORLD - BY NICKI MIANJ FT ICE SPICE