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les4elliewilliams · 9 months ago

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Ellie is away... // e.w

chapter 1 – 2002, Senior year High school

a/n: helooo:)) okay so this is my first series and first time actually writing something, i'm aware its not the best but its just for fun so idrc. im new to tumblr and i'm still trying to figure everything out so, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. this is based off the game emily's away. also i know youtube wasn't really a thing back in 2002 but for my own sake, please, lets pretend it was. wc/cw: 1.6k. swearing, mention of drugs (just ellie saying she wants to get high) loser!ellie(??) don't know but anyways they're both simps but too scared to make a move on each other. no smut but still MDNI.

summary: a time before skype and facebook, windows xp just came out and Windows Messenger was the thing of the moment. you just got a new computer to chat with your friends

➥ part two

since windows xp came out everyone's been talking about this new instant message thing that lets you chat with your friends, everyone had it, your friends, your whole school had made an account on it, hell even your teachers used it, everyone except you and that was because you didn't even own a computer in the first place. you've begged and begged your parents until they got you one, you didn't care what kind of computer it was, even the cheapest and the shittiest worked for you as long as you could chat with your friends it was safe to say that they bullied you into getting one you made an account and signed in, typing in the search bar their weird usernames to add them to your 'friends list'. you made sure to write all their usernames down on a piece of paper before you rushed home, Ellie even had to explain to you how to do it. you picked a random icon for your profile and tried your best to pick a not so stupid and childish username who thought that picking a username for your account would be so hard? shit, you swore you probably spent more time picking a user than on your math problems and you weren't even that good in math.

you made sure to include your name in it so that your friends would recognize you and not freak out when they saw a friend request from a certain somebody

dinathedrummer ⇨ friend request sent.

jessescool ⇨ friend request sent.

brickmaster ⇨ friend request sent.

now you just had to wait until they accepted your request. meanwhile you just navigated on the internet, trying to learn a thing or two about your new computer, it was so odd but addictive.

you nearly jump when you hear a sound coming from your computer and something popping up in the right corner of your screen

brickmaster has accepted your friend request!

you eagerly click on it and it immediately leads you to the chat, your fingers aggressively hitting the keycaps almost too enthusiastic to chat with your friend Ellie (as if you don't see her daily)

brickmaster has signed in.

ynshere: Ellll!!! hiii

brickmaster: aboutt freaking time ynshere: right ynshere: but hey ynshere: better later than never, right?

brickmaster: yeah yeah brickmaster: nice icon by the way brickmaster: so, whats up??

ynshere: nothing really, just talking to you ynshere: what are you up to?

brickmaster: nothin, just listening to music :)

ynshere: ew what's that

brickmaster: rude brickmaster: it's called smiley face brickmaster: i really gotta teach you everything don't i?

ynshere: shut up ynshere: i know what it's called, i'm not stupid

brickmaster: you sure about that?

ynshere: positive :P

brickmaster: ooooh brickmaster: look at yn go

ynshere: shut it ynshere: so what are you listening to? ynshere: your depressing music again?

brickmaster: you're one to talk brickmaster: my grandma got the same music taste as you brickmaster: even Joel got better taste than you

ynshere: okay and

brickmaster: and you'd be nothing without me brickmaster: let me educate you brickmaster: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vabnZ9-ex7o

ynshere: not bad

brickmaster: told you brickmaster: it's one of my favorite

ynshere: not that good either

brickmaster: now you're just being delusional brickmaster: remind me why we're friends again

ynshere: because i'm great and you love me

brickmaster: don't know about that

ynshere: and because i let you copy my homework every single day

brickmaster: yep, that's the one

ynshere: i hate you Williams

brickmaster: sorry can't hear you over my depressing music

ynshere: i hope Joel takes your computer away again

brickmaster: oh hell no brickmaster: it took me 2 weeks to get it back brickmaster: you have no idea of what i had to do to get it back

ynshere: lmao now i really wanna know

brickmaster: had to spend time with him hiking and watching action movies with him brickmaster: i even had to help out the neighbor, take care of his garden and all that shit, even take care of his goddamn dog (nothing against the pup he was such a good boy) but still brickmaster: he's so against technology he really expects us to live like dinosaurs and those primitive dudes

ynshere: lol yeah my mum's the same way ynshere: are you going to Jesse's party tonight?

brickmaster: of course i'm going brickmaster: his parties are always fun brickmaster: and i really wanna get high tonight brickmaster: are you?

ynshere: well if you’re going i am too ynshere: it’s crazy we’re already having end of school parties

brickmaster: dude brickmaster: can't wait for highschool to be over

ynshere: ahh same here ynshere: i'm so over this school

brickmaster: yeah same brickmaster: you know Cat from our math class? brickmaster: she won’t stop messaging me brickmaster: we've been messaging for days

ynshere: what does she want?

brickmaster: nothin she just wants to talk brickmaster: she said she thinks i'm cool brickmaster: like i don't know that already

ynshere: you're so damn cocky ynshere: you ain't even cool

brickmaster: what? brickmaster: jealous?

ynshere: of what? ynshere: there's nothing to be jealous of

brickmaster: cause i'm the coolest and you're just a loser

ynshere: yeah yeah keep talking ynshere: so you like like her?

brickmaster: she's pretty and all but i don't know brickmaster: too clingy

ynshere: wait ynshere: is it THAT Cat ynshere: the girl with the tattoo?

brickmaster: yep brickmaster: the one Dina hates

ynshere: oh yeah ynshere: don't like her either

brickmaster: now you're just being mean

ynshere: bitch you're the first who called her clingy

brickmaster: i was describing her

ynshere: and i was just telling you how i feel about her

brickmaster: uh oh someone’s mad

ynshere: you're making me regret getting a computer in the first place

brickmaster: i'm kidding i'm kidding brickmaster: you're just so easy to mess with

ynshere: uh huh ynshere: fuckk just one more month to graduation brickmaster: man don't remind me brickmaster: we're getting old brickmaster: did you pick a school yet?

ynshere: didn’t get accepted into my reach school :( ynshere: so i'm just going to one of the others ynshere: i don't mind though, anything’s better than high school. where are you gonna go?

brickmaster: aw man i'm sorry, i remember you telling me how bad you wanted to get into that school brickmaster: going to art school :)

ynshere: yeah makes sense ynshere: you always liked drawing after all ynshere: and you're also very talented

brickmaster: thank you brickmaster: took me some time to convince Joel but eventually he gave in ynshere: i'm glad he did ynshere: would've been a waste of talent ynshere: i still have the drawing you made for me two years ago :) brickmaster: lol really?? brickmaster: i wasn't even that good back then but i got better

ynshere: dude you joking right ynshere: it's literally so accurate and you even managed to make me look pretty

brickmaster: lol i'm serious brickmaster: i can do so much better now brickmaster: maybe i should draw you again sometime

ynshere: i mean i am an excellent muse so why not

brickmaster: totally brickmaster: can't believe you kept it

ynshere: of course i did, it's so pretty ynshere: no one has ever made me a drawing before lol

brickmaster: glad to be your first ;)

ynshere: god that thing is horrendous

brickmaster: you literally used it a few minutes ago

ynshere: maybe Joel was right ynshere: technology really is bad for you ynshere: are you starting to see things, Williams?

brickmaster: oh please brickmaster: this is why no one likes you

ynshere: seriously though ynshere: you promise to be there for me even if we won't see each other everyday? ynshere: you're my best friend i don't wanna lose you :(

brickmaster: shut up you're literally one of my best friends brickmaster: nothing could ever keep me from talking to you brickmaster: who’s gonna annoy you when i leavee

ynshere: right ynshere: i’d be miserable without you ynshere: asshole

brickmaster: here we go with the pet names again brickmaster: stop flirting its working on me

ynshere: see what i mean ynshere: i could never go without all this ynshere: you're like one of the few people who made high school tolerable

brickmaster: same goes for you stupid brickmaster: you made it fun

ynshere: i know ynshere: who's miserable without me now?

brickmaster: shut up you dork brickmaster: Dina’s coming over in a few so we can head to the party together

ynshere: alright so i'll see you two there?

brickmaster: yep i'll see you there brickmaster: think Cat is gonna be there too? brickmaster: what if she wants to hang out with us

ynshere: don't know El ynshere: she’ll definitely be there ynshere: you don't want her around?

brickmaster: i mean, i don't know brickmaster: i don't wanna be a prick

ynshere: you are a prick ynshere: just tell her you're not interested

brickmaster: yeah i think i will brickmaster: or i could just avoid her, she’ll get the hint, right?

ynshere: or you could just tell her ynshere: why so scared?

brickmaster: i just don't wanna be mean and hurt her i guess brickmaster: but it's whatever. i'll tell her i don't like her that way brickmaster: it's better than leading her on

ynshere: mhm ynshere: look at you being mature

brickmaster: shut up brickmaster: shit, Dina’s here brickmaster: see you soon?

ynshere: see you soon ;)

brickmaster: oh look you just did it again

ynshere is away. brickmaster: of course you'd do that. brickmaster is away.

¡! daily click・palestine masterpost・do not buy any game from naughty dog, neil druckmann is a zionist・more daily clicks. ¡!

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vivwritesfics · 5 months ago

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another one (cuz apparently im only on a roll at 2:36 am on a sunday morning) fernando (aka the love of my life aka the man of my dreams aka MY MAN) and idrc what it is like maybe hes ur bodyguard or dads best friend or best friends dad but i js NEED an age gap. thank you vivi.

I woke up thinking about this one lmao

Warnings: smut hints, age gap (the usual for this sexy old man lmao)

How did he let this happen? He knew it was a terrible idea, to let her tempt him into her bed.

But here he was, arms wrapped around her as she slept soundly. God, she looked so pretty, he thought as he watched her. Her chest steadily rising and falling as she slept, back pressed against his chest. His fingers were laced through her own, feeling every time she slightly flexed them in her sleep.

He looked past her, at the red numbers flashing on her alarm clock. Slowly and carefully, Fernando attempted to untangle himself from her. He wriggled his fingers from between her own and pulled back.

A cross between a whine and a groan left her lips when Fernando pulled away. "Where are you going?" She asked, voice croaky and her eyes not quite open.

He dropped a kiss onto her cheek. "I need to go," he whispered.

She turned in the bed to face him, the expression on her face furious. "Stay," she commanded. If he had been wearing any clothes, she would have grabbed his shirt to keep him in the bed with her.

Fernando looked past her, looked at her alarm clock once again. It was a risk, but she was worth it. "Five more minutes, Bichito." (Bug)

The minute he said it, she climbed her way on top of him, legs settling on either side of his hips. "Let's make the most of it, then," she whispered and dipped down, crashing her lips against his own.

***

Fernando watched as the daughter of the wealthy business man sipped her ice coffee. Round sunglasses covered her eyes and she had one leg crossed over the other. He couldn't deny that she looked good.

But she wasn't looking at him. That would have been unprofessional of them.

That didn't stop her from speaking to him. "What if I went on a holiday somewhere?" She asked and sipped at her drink. Although she wasn't looking at him, it was so damn clear she was talking to him.

"Where would we go, Bichito?" He asked, his gaze forward.

She shrugged her shoulders, and Fernando just about caught it out of the corner of his eye. "Somewhere private. Somewhere that nobody would bother us. Somewhere it could just be you and I."

Fernando couldn't stop the smile from gracing his features for just a second. Somewhere it could just be the two of them. That sounded amazing. Actually, there was nothing more that Fernando wanted.

She finished her drink, ice rattling as she stirred them slightly. But then she stood and began walking away from the café. Fernando fell into step just a few paces behind her. If he had been a weaker man, he would have let that distract him. Would have let the sight of her walking, the way her hips swayed from side to side, to distract him.

But Fernando was used to it by now. After the first time she managed to pull him between her sheets, she did what she could to try and pull his attention while he was working. Out and about, Fernando kept it under control. But the moment they were alone, he had her pressed against the wall, lips desperate against her own.

And that was what happened this time. He got her back to the family own, got her into her room, and trapped her against the door, his hands exploring her body.

The body he knew so well by now. He knew every dimple, every curve, every mole like the back of his hand. He knew every inch of her.

And that was wrong. It was so damn wrong. Fernando was forty and she was at least fifteen years his junior. No matter how hard he tried to stay away, he just couldn't.

His forehead was against her own, fingers brushing against her cheek. "Mi amor," he whispered and kissed her once. "Mi corazón," he whispered again and kissed her again.

"Nando," she whispered, fingers moving through his hair before she hooked them over his shoulders.

He held her chin, thumb gently pulling down his bottom lip. A noise was released from her throat, a desperate one that had him chuckling. "I'll take care of you." His hands moved to her hips and he pulled her away from the door, laying her on the bed.

It was wrong, so wrong, but Fernando couldn't stay away.

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aliorsboxostuff · 1 year ago

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BROO YOUR MIGUEL X MALE READER FICS ARE SO AAAAGHDHFBSJJFM GOT ME GIGGLIN N SHIT

Can i req for a fic where miguel is wounded and reader has to patch him up? idrc if its smut or fluff either way im eating it

IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR PATCHING UP FICS AHHHH ty anon i’m writing this to be a very soft and fluffy fic, a bit short and a bit of angst sprinkled here but just nice stuff for our big softie Miguel <3

The Wounded

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Miguel O’hara x gn!reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is a sunshine, Soft!Miguel, Established relationship, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts

Another day of being Spiderman leads to another wound that's a bit too hard for the healing factor to take care of. Luckily, Miguel lets you take care of his wounds

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Being Spiderman requires an understanding of basic procedures. Including knowing what to do when you run out of web fluids and are falling between buildings, or when you're healing factor just doesn't work fast enough.

You were looking into improving your web shooters, deep in your part of the lab, stacks of books and tech strewn about, when your wrist suddenly beeps. The sound snaps you out of your focus trance and you quickly pull it up to display the hologram.

Lyla pops up, you can see anxiety behind her tinted glasses. ��Hey cutie, sorry to interrupt your work hours but uh…” She glitches. “I think you might wanna check on Miguel,”

“What? What's wrong with him?” You were already clicking back the shooter you were examining and standing from your seat, making your way to the exit doors.

“Today’s mission went a bit… Messy. Infirmary is packed full right now and he’s resisting the help-”

“Can you send him to our room instead?”

“Already on it,” She nods, and a screen appears in front of her. “He’s stable right now, but he’d appreciate the help, especially on the stomach wound,”

“Shit…” You muttered before flicking your wrist which makes the Lyla disappears. You quickly leap off of the walkway, swinging above the other Spider-people. As you shoot out another web, you swing past the doors to the infirmary, seeing Spider-people going in and out of the room. Your stomach drops. Knowing Miguel, he would've sent the others to treat their injuries there while he excuses himself, always with his excuses. His own ego doesn't let him be seen as weak in front of others, and you're the only exception.

After swinging past more walkways, you finally made your way to Miguel's office, quickly running into the side room where you and Miguel rest.

“Miguel?” You knocked twice on the door, hearing a low groan from him. “I’m coming in,”

You push the door to Miguel on the floor, supporting his upper body on the edge of the bed. Your eyes widen, quickly moving to his side, dropping to the floor next to him. Your hands cup his jaws, turning him towards you. “Miguel? Hey, it’s me, hey,”

His breath is labored, eyes flashing as he blinks rapidly before he finally registers your appearance when he glances at you. Miguel growls, holding one side while his other arm claws at the sheets. “You dont… need to help…”

“Yes I fucking do.” You stare him down before slowly bringing your hands to remove the one holding at his side. It reveals a long cut, from his hip to his middle, dangerously close to his stomach. If whoever attacked him angled their weapon just right, it would’ve struck his- “Okay, alright let’s get you on the bed,”

With your super strength, moving Miguel to lie down on the bed wasn't a hassle. Miguel grunts as he’s set on the bed, still holding at the gaping wound. You quickly run into the ensuite bathroom, grab the emergency kit from the cabinet and run right back, dropping down beside you’re groaning boyfriend. Opening the case, it has the necessary supplies you need. You swiftly pull off your mask and gloves, coaxing Miguel to remove his hands.

“Lyla disable the top part of Miguel’s suit.” The suit glitches away. The cut doesn't seem too deep to penetrate fat, therefore it won't need stitches, but a hand full of butterfly plasters and a good wrap of bandages. You pull and bundle up the blanket, pushing it beneath Miguel's hand.

“Hold this babe, I’m going to get a wet towel,” Miguel nods.

You quickly run into the bathroom again, grabbing the two towels that were hung and running them under the tap, making sure they're soaked. You twist them, enough to get excess water out and run straight back to your boyfriend. Carefully, you remove the blanket and his hand, before beginning to clean the cut, patting around it with the damp towel. Miguel hisses, biting down on his fist, which worries you.

“Here, don't hurt yourself,” You try a small smile, relief to see Miguel’s eye roll as a response. You hand him one of the pillows so he doesn't inject himself with his paralyzing venom. Once you are he’s safe, you continue your cleaning. The towel has been successfully covered in blood, but the cut is now clean and oozing fresh blood instead. You quickly grab a pair of tweezers and a ball of cotton, putting enough Betadine to coat the ball before pressing it against the edges of the wound.

Miguel growls on top of you, arching his back which pushes him to recline his head, his claws dig into the mattress, no doubt his fangs have punctured the pillow. You deflate, knowing how much it’s hurting him. “I know, I’m sorry, but it’ll be done soon Miguel,”

You can already see the sweat forming on his temple when you're finally done addressing the cut with betadine. You throw the cotton balls away, looking into the box for butterfly bandaids. Spotting them, you pull enough out and also a couple of rolls of bandages. You place the bandaids in a row, making sure they're secured around the wound, closing the gaps before it could make a larger gash. Once the band-aids are placed, you sit back on your haunches, satisfied with your work. You dab the blood that escaped before you closed the wound with a clean part of the towel, happy now that the wound is finally clean and closed.

“Okay, it’s done. I’m going to wrap it up now babe, sit up,” You help Miguel to lean against you, his head on your shoulder so your hands are free to wrap the bandages around his middle. He groans, burying himself in the crook of your neck, the pillow thrown somewhere in the room.

Steadily, you begin wrapping the bandage around him, making sure it isn't too tight or too loose. The first few layers were stained with blood residue until the bandage was wrapped thick enough to show nothing. Cutting the end of the bandage with the scissors provided, you tie it up snugly before carefully moving Miguel to lean on the headboard, a propped-up pillow to support his back.

“There. Not too tight right?” He shakes his head, winching a bit. Your brows crease. You stand, grabbing the stray mug on the nightstand before heading to the bathroom, and filling the mug with water. You come back and hand the cup to Miguel, before popping a couple pills of painkillers on your palm and pushing it to your boyfriend. He eyes them skeptically. “I know the super healing will take care of most of it, but that’ll help. Drink.”

Miguel huffs, taking the pills and gulping them down with water. He set the mug aside, refusing to meet your eyes. You sigh, slowly taking his hand to entwine with yours, brushing his bruised knuckles. “Can I see the other ones, Miguel?”

“I’ll be fine, the others will heal,”

You sigh, tracing circles on his knuckles. His eyes are far away, staring out into Nueva York from the room's large windows. The sun has started to set, flooding the room with a hue of orange and hints of violet. Miguel refuses to meet you, knowing your eyes will be filled with worry and guilt, knowing you weren't there for Miguel in his mission. Miguel was the one who insisted that for you to stay in the HC, working on your latest upgrade, but he knew how dangerous today's mission was supposed to be, and he couldn't see you get hurt the way he did.

Miguel softly grasps your hand, tightening your loose hold. Your eyes widen, raising your head to meet his eyes, gleaming in the burning sky. His usual stoic profile fades into something softer, something more sincere. He brings your hand towards him, effectively pulling you up to sit on the edge of the bed, and places a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

“Thank you,” He manages, shakily. “For patching me up,”

You smile, and a relieved sigh follows as you scoot closer to him. Your free hand cups his jaw slowly as you lean closer. His lips brush yours. Miguel sighs, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, and you obliged. Your hand brushes the curls behind his head, smiling at the feeling of your boyfriend surviving another day of being Spiderman. When you two pull back, you stay closer by pressing your crown against his, panting from the kiss, but relief nonetheless. You grin, feeling your boyfriend's warm breath, before stealing another short peck. “I’m going to get you food,”

With that, Miguel sighs but nods, letting your hand go. You smile fondly, getting up to leave the room and get your boyfriend something to help his healing factor.

Requests are opened!

reblogs appreciated!!

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babybruno · 21 days ago

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Ok personal opinion, I feel like a lot of ppl HC Bruno as being kind of passive with his mom. Everyone is absolutely entitled to their own HC’s, but personally I have a hard time picturing him being like 100% chill with his mom after what she had done.

Think about it, from his perspective everything was really chill. His dad worked hard, his mom was very loving and caring, they all ate dinner together and all had a pretty chill time, then one day his mom just… decided to leave. Out of the blue, with no explanation, and just left and after a while stopped coming around completely. I feel like he’d would feel a certain way towards her after that.

I think he’d think one of two ways: being indifferent (not passive) to his mom, or holding some sort of resentment.

The first route would probably just be “I don’t know where she is or what she’s doing and I don’t really care and don’t want to see her”. He wouldn’t exactly HATE her, just be like “eh idrc”

The other route is him being kinda pissed, which is valid. I mean, she up and left, and in a child’s mind, maybe in some way he might blame her for what happened to his dad. His thought process might “if she didn’t leave, maybe he wouldn’t have had to work extra hard and he wouldn’t have gotten involved with those gangsters and gotten killed”. Keep in mind, Bruno’s dad got shot when he was like what, 12? I think it would be totally rational for him to think like that.

That aside, what kid WOULDN’T be a angry for a parent just up and leaving ? Imagine having what you would call a picture perfect family just for it all to like disappear in one day ? And remember, Italians are HUGE on family. I myself come from a very large Italian family, and if it’s one thing that’s incredibly important to them, it’s family. So with the addition of Bruno being a kid and his cultural perspective on family, why wouldn’t he be angry with her ?

On top of that, I always thought it was incredibly inappropriate to have Bruno decide to either be with his mom or dad. Then when he chose his dad, his mom cried and pretty much begged him to come with her. That’s detrimental. No wonder Bruno has such a self sacrificing attitude, he’s had to do that since age like 10.

No wonder he goes around and picks up all these lost abandoned kids and feels the need to “save” or “fix” them in some way, he tried to do that with his parents and couldn’t, so he’s probably constantly looking to “fix/save” someone to fill that void.

Bruno is a very caring and understanding person, but I feel like it would be reasonable for him to kinda be like “yeah wtf is ur problem mom???”.

Also just to throw it out there I refuse to read purple haze feedback but I know his mom does cry at his grave. Which is also like u had NO IDEA what ur son was up to ??? U didn’t know he was involved with the mafia ? Do u even care that he spent years at the hospital with his dying father and had to do some pretty dark shit in order to take care of him ?? And now bro is dead ??? All because u wanted to live in THE GOD DAMN CITY ??? Girly wtf ??

That also probably adds to his grief, knowing his mom wasn’t there for him when his dad was dying.

ANYWAYS I do not like Bruno’s mom :D

TLDR; Bruno probably had terrible mommy issues.

#this is a character analysis not a projection I swear #yeah fuck Bruno’s mom #I do not like her :D #even when I first watched the anime I was so pissed #girl u did all that to live in the city ???#let’s be fr here I really felt like it was hinted that she was cheating #just me ???#again guys this is a character analysis not a projection !!!!#I’ve had this is my drafts for weeks #finally posting it lol #bruno bucciarati #jjba vento auero #jjba golden wind #vento aureo #jjba #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure

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somber-sapphic · 1 year ago

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Hi!! Um so I just read your Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop x Reader and now I’m opposed. Your writing got me into this ship and this show bahaha- and speaking of your writing I f*cking love it. Literally lights up my day/days whenever I read one of your posts and I get so excited ahaha so legitimately thank you🥲 if possible could you do another one of Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop x Reader? Idrc about what prompt, just like a bad situation, to worse to better you know. If you don’t want to write for them I’d love to read another WandaNat x Reader🫣 (but if u really need a prompt something like insult to injury) thank you!

I hope you’re doing okay and it’s okay if you aren’t <3 and hopefully u are taking care of yourself. I’ve been reading ur fics for ages so if u ever need like a randoms imaginary shoulder to cry on I’ve got you ;) 🌸

Worse Alone

I am so, so sorry it took me so long to get to you 🌸! I can't express in words how much what you said means to me though, like (and I say this a lot, I know, but it's true) stuff like this truly gives me so much motivation. I love you so much and I will give you my imaginary shoulder any day that you need it. Btw, you don't have to sensor your swears unless you truly want to, I am the queen of obscenities <3

[[Summary]] Smoke and semi-working lungs don't go too well together. But you have a job to do. (marina x reader)

Word Count: 1.8k

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A five-hour blaze wasn’t something that anyone wanted to deal with, but it was something that you and your team knew how to deal with. Of course, it was dangerous for everyone around, but it was also thrilling. You all ran into fires for a reason, the eight of you were adrenaline junkies who felt the irresistible need to save lives.

Every so often after a particularly rough day Maya, Carina, and you would just curl up together in bed, no one sleeping despite how exhausted the three of you would be. The brunette would alternate between stroking your hair and rubbing Maya’s back, cushioned in between the two of you as if she needed the pressure to prove to her that you both were safe.

To call today a ‘rough day’ would be an understatement. Thankfully everyone had survived, but a young woman had been sent to Grey Sloan with severe burns, screaming about her baby. The baby, a severely annoyed two-year-old, was thankfully fine. The little boy had been distracted fairly quickly as the other paramedics checked him over, focusing on the stethoscope which he for some reason found absolutely fascinating.

His mother was rushed to the burn unit but from what you and everyone else knew she was holding strong and the boy's other mom was taking care of him. That wasn’t the worst part though. The worst part was that your body was utterly pissed with you for deciding to treat it so badly and it was taking it out on you at the worst possible time.

You had done the best that you could when it came to fighting the blaze, resisting the urge to attach yourself to an oxygen tank even when you were outside of the house, away from the smoke. Entering the house was an atrocious idea, but your girlfriend was in there. You had ignored Andy’s orders and raced to rescue the woman you loved.

The blonde knew that you weren’t feeling very well, she had heard you coughing in the bathroom before the call had come in and had tried to convince you to go home. Then of course the alarm sounded and there was nothing that either of you could do. Sure you wanted to be anywhere but inside a burning building with your lungs already starved for oxygen, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice.

Maya was fine, momentarily hindered when a piece of the roof collapsed leaving her needing to find a new way to get herself out. You had helped despite her protests that she could do it on her own and that you needed to leave. Instead of doing what she asked of you, you took the time to help her get out, working strategically and quickly around the debris.

You made it through without passing out even a little bit and the fire was finally extinguished. When you got outside you pulled your helmet off and half stumbled over to Ben in search of oxygen. He noticed your struggle and passed over a mask, asking repeatedly if you were okay as you sat down on the bumper of the Aid Car, your gear practically pulling you down. Gravity was not working in your favor.

“Y/n, let me take your jacket off,” Ben ordered, sounding like a doctor. He was a doctor. The damn man had too many careers, it sometimes frustrated you just how accomplished he was.

“Back off, Probie.” You rasped, shrugging him away. Technically you had rank over him, so technically you could order him around. The loophole totally worked for you as long as it mean that he’d leave you alone. You didn’t have any problem with Ben as a person, he was actually a pretty nice dude, but you had absolutely no wish to be ‘Doctored’ right now.

You were expecting to be yelled at, but thankfully Andy hadn’t come over to shout while you were still on the scene. You could see her casting you frustrated looks while she talked to your girlfriend, but left it alone. That only lasted until you got to the station.

“L/n!” Andy yelled, stomping over to you. She looked angry but also concerned. Maya was beside her, wearing a similar expression. “What the hell were you thinking? You endangered every one of us!” The captain snapped, glaring down at you.

You stood to meet her gaze, trying to look less weak than you felt. Fighting her on this was probably a poor decision, but you had no intention to take this lying down.

“I was doing my job, Captain.” You bit back. Andy bristled at the comment, rage hardening in her eyes. The woman beside her bit back what would definitely be a remake would probably upset everyone and reserved herself to a slight shake of the head.

“Check. Your. Tone. L/n. I am your boss, not your punching bag. I don’t care that you aren’t feeling well, that doesn’t give you an excuse to be an ass. You could have gotten yourself and others hurt.” Now it was your turn to bristle.

“Maya was trapped, she needed-”

“She needed you to do what you are told instead of ignoring direct orders. You aren’t the only one on this team Y/n, do you understand that? If you ever do something so stupid again I will have you suspended. For now, you will be taking two weeks paid leave. Take care of yourself. Come back when you’re done making stupid decisions.” Her voice softened on the last sentence, expression fading from stern boss to worried friend.

You sagged slightly, shrugged, and looked over at Maya in hopes to find support there.

“Come on Y/n. Carina’s off today, I bet she’ll make you some soup.” She held out a hand and part of you didn’t want to take it. Part of you wanted to prove yourself to your boss, but Maya’s offer was too good to pass up. Carina made the best soup and she was always so good at knowing exactly what you needed.

You took the hand and allowed yourself to be led out of the station, ignoring everyone’s kind words and well wishes. Maya got you situated in the car, both of you silent. She was incredibly gentle, brushing your hair away from your face and lingering a bit with her touches, but she was still frustrated with you. It was okay, you understood. You had scared her.

The ride home was quick and quiet. You were half asleep and Maya was listening to the radio, your cough overpowering the soft music. Carina would probably insist that you sleep with at least two humidifiers tonight, but it wouldn't matter, at least you’d be with them.

You let your eyes slip closed and you leaned against the cool window, shivering in your loose clothes. You wanted your bed and someone to hold you. Unfortunately, you’d have to wait for those things. They’d probably make you shower before you were allowed to climb into the bed.

You were right. The second you got into the house Carina was all over you, asking a flurry of questions and speaking in rapid-fire Italian about your condition. Normally you loved to listen to speak the language that you didn't understand, but now it was just messing with your mind.

She had ordered you and Maya into the bathroom, promising to have your room made up with whatever she believed that you would need to feel better. The shower was nice enough. Maya washed your hair, allowing you to lean back against her in your exhaustion. It was tough to stay standing, but she was there, making sure that you would be okay.

“M’sorry.” You rasped, blinking teary eyes at the worried looking blonde. She tilted her head to the side and smiled, gripping your elbows tightly.

“Babe, I just want you to be safe. I’m sorry you don’t feel well. I wish that you had told one of us sooner, then you would have gotten to be with Carina all day. It could have been a good day, not an awful one. Okay?” You nodded your understanding and sniffled softly, your nose running in what you were sure was a disgusting way. Maya looked at you lovingly nonetheless.

When the brunette said that she was going to get everything you could possibly need, she had really meant it. The room that the three of you shared was decked out in everything one would want for a sick day. Boxes of tissues, a mug of tea on the bedside sitting beside a glass of apple juice, three humidifiers, a bottle of cold medicine, a fluffy blanket, and extra pillows.

“You did that pretty fast, Car.” You forced out, climbing into the bed with the help of both of your girlfriends. Maya followed and wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you close while Carina measured out a dose of medicine.

“Si, I work quickly. Now open your mouth, I want to see how high your temperature is.” She was in work mode right now, they’d be time for joking after you did what you were told. You pouted but opened your mouth, holding the thermometer under your tongue. The brunette carded her fingers through your hair as you waited for the reading, looking utterly disappointed.

“102.3, oh Y/n, no wonder you do not feel well. Take this, alright? Then you can go to sleep.” She kissed your forehead, prompting you to obey her wishes. You were a sucker for physical attention, even more so when you were sick.

The medicine tasted like you licked a fake plastic cherry and stung your throat, but it was what it was. Both women smiled when you finished it and you got twin kisses on each of your cheeks. These women were amazing.

You felt your eyes fill with tears and you ducked your head, not wanting to show them that you were about to cry. That was just too much, they didn’t need to deal with your unnecessary emotions at the same time.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Maya crooned, tilting your chin back up so that you were forced to meet her crystal blue eyes. You felt Carina’s arms slip around your waist as she sat on your other side and that was about all that you could take.

You broke into stifled sobs and pressed your head against the blonde's shoulder in search of comfort. You didn’t want to talk about it, you just wanted to cry. Which was stupid, because earlier you had been completely fine. Now you were bawling like a baby in the arms of your girlfriends.

Neither of them said anything while you cried, they just let you, holding you close until you were too tired to cry anymore. You didn’t actually remember falling asleep, all that you knew was that one minute it was dark out, and the next you were laying down with your head on Carina’s chest, both of the women asleep beside you.

Your body still hurt and you still felt disgusting, but at least you weren’t alone. Being sick and alone was worse than being sick with people who loved you.

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yourlokalescholar · 7 months ago

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I’m sorry, SON????? HUH???????????

I guess all those Jack Barnabas theories have been disproven, but idrc because that was ONE HELL OF A TWIST I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT.

So if the “Celia is from the tma universe” theory is to be believed (and I do still believe it), then Jack must have been born after she switched universes. That isn’t much of a revelation, but it’s so strange to think of how much history she’s been through since the ending of tma. This confirms that she’s been in the tmagp universe for at least a year, and also it looks like the show is going to go into more depth on what she’s been through in the years since, (since I doubt they’d just drop “Celia has a son” and then not tell us anything else about the life she’s built for herself).

It also has me asking something I didn’t even consider before: what prompted Celia to join the OIAR? Obviously if she’s from tma then she’s been through supernatural stuff before, and it would make sense for her to join to learn more about it, or try to help this world not end up like the last or something, and that’s what I assumed before. Except that was years ago now. Has she been in this universe the whole time? If so, then she probably would’ve joined the OIAR a long time ago if those were the only reasons. So something else must’ve happened since that pushed her to act.

If I had to predict based on what information we already have, then I’d say it’s something to do with protecting Jack, but also that’s a bit of a cliché and I doubt it’s something we can guess with what we have so far.

Either way, food for thought!

#tmagp spoilers #tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp theory #tmagp celia #rosedtalks #tmagp speculation

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beefyburgerbloggin9000 · 3 months ago

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My self projection headcanon for mystique

This isn't my usual style posting as i mostly post art and occasionally (more frequently now) do reblogging but i needed to get this off my chest immediately before i forgot

I watched the new Deadpool and Wolverine movie which lead me down a rabbit hole and new fixation for the x-men movies (and cartoons) and i just got finished watching "X-Men: First class" and i have something to say about mystique

Most people might hate this headcanon or agree with it but idrc if you do hate it just move along!

My personal headcanon for mystique is that she is 100% genderfluid and has body dysmorphia and yes it is because of her mutation and also dealing with the fact that in x-men: first class she had a hard time accepting herself for who she is and always was worried about how she looks to others.

It spoke out to me because i was always obsessed with the way i look and still am (usually about if i look boyish or girlish enough or maybe none at all or a mix of both) or just my body type in general like if im pretty enough or at least look decent to other people especially in the face and torso

It also ties in with the metaphors in x-men dealing with the discrimination against mutants (and how it reminds us of real life discrimination such as racism, Islamophobia, lgbtphobia, and so on)

They remind me of myself and struggling to except my identity (mystique with being a mutant and ms struggling with my gender for years from six grade up until now) and also due to my weight i had serious issues with my image and how i look to other people and how others see me

For mystique i want to headcanon her pronouns as

She/Her: the main ones she uses because imo i feel like she feels more feminine, (and uses these specifically in her 'human' form but sometimes uses it with her true form too)

They/them: sometimes I'd feel like they would use these in their true form (and while in their true form i feel like they don't feel like a boy or girl at all either something in between or completely different)

He/him: he him is sometimes used but only when they're male presenting (like literally they disguise themselves as another person) but on occasion will use this in their true form)

Another thing im throwing out there for context the metaphor im referring to is the scene where hank is like "even if we save the world tomorrow, and mutants are accepted into society. My feet and your natural blue form will never be deemed beautiful"

Now this scene can be a metaphor for different things such as her mutation being a reference to POC people features (mainly their skin) which i can also relate to because i am black. Or it could be seen as a metaphor for lbgt themes like fighting for acceptance but still being different from the 'norm' of society

But is pretty much it for my ted talk BYE

#deadpool and wolverine #x men movies #x men #x men first class #mystique xmen #xmen mystique #mystique #genderfluid #lgbtqia #pride

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modelbus · 4 months ago

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AYYYYYYE!

EVENT! EVENT! EVENT!

OKAY so,

TommyInnit x Fem!Reader (Platonic or romantic, idrc)

AU: Royalty (Plot below, potential readers skip allat, I’M SO SORRY-)

Word: Puppeteer

(Both are royalty in kingdoms that have been at war with each other all their lives. Growing up they both often snuck away from all the doom and gloom of kingdoms plagued by long lasting war. When they were both very young, doing such for the first time, they ran into each other in a beautiful forest clearing, neither of them had any friends, being locked away for their safety all their lives. After agreeing neither was going to hurt the other, they became fast friends, meeting there every day and talking for hours.. yet never about their royal statuses.

As they grew, they each found how war tore people apart, in more ways than one. Witnessing the pain of war from such a young age, they both decided to do everything they could to finally end it.. when they were older of course. Tommy took the more direct approach, training in combat, set on one day leading the charge to storm the enemy castle. While Y/N found she was gifted in the ways of strategy, listening in on her parents meetings with their council and reading countless books on many topics. She grew excellent at investigation, problem solving, planning ahead, psychological warfare, and all sorts of control.

The older Y/N got, the more determined to reach her goals she became, slowly visiting the clearing less and less, they began carving messages into the surrounding trees, so they could still communicate when they weren’t both there.

But one day, when they were 16, Y/N just stopped coming entirely.

The clearing became Tommy’s personal training ground, yet he never stopped writing to her, until eventually, years later, every tree within a mile had message upon unanswered message engraved into it.

The day Y/N stopped coming, was the day her parents were killed, and she became queen. While she was infinitely better at it than anyone expected from a 16 year old, she lost any and all free time, to the war efforts she ran with the help of, what was now, *her* council. She still thought about the boy for years upon years too come, until a week before the final battle, she returned to the clearing. She didn’t find the boy, no, but she found more than that in his messages. She found out he was the prince.. the prince she planned to kill with her own hands.

In a week, as their army’s were to fight, her top soldiers would sneak into the castle and kill the king and queen, while their son, would be separated from his army, and poisoned as Y/N lured him into a conversation over wine, in her throne room.

Y/N couldn’t change the plan, every tiny detail had been accounted for… except this one. She spent the week ensuring she could keep her composure upon seeing him. The plan would probably go smoother with their past relationship.. at least on the side of him trusting her.

BUT I’LL LEAVE THE ENDING UP TO YOU, MOTHY!!! WILL HE DIE? WILL HIS PARENTS DIE? WILL EITHER WIN THE WAR? IF SO, WHO? WILL SHE KEEP HER COMPOSURE? Who the hell knows…)

DUDE I’M SO SORRY I SAID I’D BE CHILL WITH THIS ONE, Y’KNOW NOT WRITE TO MUCH AND SHIT. I LIED TO MYSELF.

ANYWAYS, LOVE YOU MOTHY! HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WRITING THIS!! (If you do decide to write it. <3)

P.S, I’m so sorry.

-✨🌌🌙 NOT Anon

me: I’m going to get these done same day! you: mwahahaha

Pairing: Tommyinnit x Fem!Reader

Royalty AU - Puppeteer

You can’t quite remember all the details of when you first met Tommy. Did you see him first, or did he see you? Which direction did he come from? Who introduced themselves first? They were menial details lost to youthful minds that were too busy with other things.

But you did know this: the forest clearing was yours before it was his. When your parents got all shouty over the ongoing war, you fled the castle and went out through the woods. They were too busy debating on moving armies to notice you leaving, and any servants were kind enough to keep their mouths shut. Nobody wanted to a ruin a child’s innocence. When everything was about bloodshed and death, your cheerful escapes were permitted.

Tommy said he wanted to get away from the war where he was from too. He had a funny accent, different from yours, so you assumed he was one of your kingdom’s allies. Not like your parents let you visit other countries much, seeing as your status as a young royal made you much too valuable. A little princess.

But Tommy didn’t treat you like a princess when you run into him. He treated you like a playmate: handing you a stick, he played knights with you and taught you how to climb a tree. You two could babble on for hours and hours about anything. He once spent three days talking about how he hated eating fish. And you liked that he acted normal around you, liked that you weren’t some princess to be taken advantage of. So who could blame you for keeping your mouth shut about it?

Tommy was your best friend, and you were his. He told you it, so it must be true. Besides, it wasn’t like you had anyone else. The maid who made conversation with you went missing one day, and suddenly all the knights that used to joke with you vanished too. Your mother told you it was war. That war was greedy, and stole and stole and stole until it took everything from the loser. That’s why you had to win it.

Of course, you shared this with Tommy while drawing in the dirt. The golden haired boy was covered in mud because it has rained recently, and you were using a stick to make drawings in the impressionable earth.

“War steals from me too.” He had said, looking mad. “All the dogs at my house had to leave, and so did the horses.”

“Where’d they go?” You had asked, although you didn’t even know where your own people went.

He shrugged. “To war, dad said. ‘N sometimes, I see people crying because war took their people too.”

“Me too.” You nodded, remembering when your parents had gone to make a speech and every townsperson had been crying. A little girl was sat alone in the streets when your parents had dragged you back to the castle. You had slipped her your bracelet.

“I hate it.” Tommy’s nose wrinkled up, and you had sworn he looked a bit like a grape.

“Me too.”

“It’s so stupid! Why can’t it just end?” That was when he had thrown mud at your drawings of rainbows. You glared at him until he mumbled an apology for it. “The two sides should just shake hands and be done with it.”

At the time, you had agreed. “Uh-huh. Maybe we’re just smarter than all the adults.”

“Adults are stupid.”

“Very stupid.”

“Mega stupid.”

Maybe that was when the idea really took root in your mind. It was started long before, but right then with Tommy was the moment it seemed real to you. The moment you were mad enough about the thievery of war that you wanted to really do something.

“We should end the war.” You had declared.

Tommy had looked up at you, something new gleaming in his blue eyes. Something you had never seen before, not in him.

“Yeah. Let’s fucking end it ourselves.”

From there on, your meetings in the forest clearing changed. Tommy started bringing a practice sword, brutally assaulting any tree that dared to stand in his way. You started bringing books about strategy, content to fluff your dress out and read quietly.

Meeting up went from hours of chatting to hours of simply doing things around each other. It was nice to know you could look up from studying and see someone else just as determined to fix everything. Someone you could believe in just as much as your believed in yourself.

Tommy started jumping from swords, to bows, to knives, practicing with every sharp thing he got his hands on. Changing from the skinniest boy you’ve ever to seen to something more dangerous, something honed.

You can’t help but wonder if you changed like that too. You weren’t one for hands-on fighting—your parents would never let you—but strategy? Solving problems? Hell, you even had a knack for psychological warfare. Tommy started calling himself a soldier and you a puppeteer of the war. A joke. Whenever you could, you’d sit in on your parents’ meetings, quietly listening as they argued over what to do.

The first time you missed meeting with Tommy was because of those meetings. One had ran long, hours over, too many grown adults shouting about too many things. By the time you made it to the clearing, head full of the idea of surrendering a village to slaughter a battalion, Tommy was long gone.

He left one thing behind: a message, carved into a tree. You almost walked right by it, only stopping because a firefly had light up at the exact right time.

Missed you :(

The message made you laugh, and before you could think about it, you grabbed your own knife to carve a response. You weren’t as good with a knife, mauling the poor tree, but you got the job done.

Missed u 2

You had to shorthand things, and your palm was hurting, but it was a message.

As war raged on, there were many times you’d give up going to meet Tommy so you could listen to meetings. And when you did show up, Tommy might not, too busy with his own weapons training. Carving things into trees became your way of leaving messages. You started getting callouses just from the effort it took, but seeing a response always made it worth it.

You settled into a routine, even if you missed seeing Tommy every day. It’d be worth it, you kept telling yourself. When this war was over, and your parents relaxed, you could even take Tommy to meet them.

And then they die.

An assassination, you were told. Poisoned by their own cook, the one you executed damn near immediately. Your mother, who always had a weary smile for you, gone. Your father, who let you listen in on his important meetings, gone.

Everyone started moving around you, making plans and speaking, and it was like you were on a different planet. This couldn’t be real, your parents couldn’t be dead. You were only 16; too young to be an orphan. War wasn’t meant to take this from you, too.

You blink, and there’s suddenly a crown on your head. A coronation happening, members of your council bowing to you. Queen.

“I’m sorry for you loss, your majesty.” A balding man you recognize as an advisor says. Earl, if you’re remembering correct. “I hate to ask, but what’s your stance on the war?”

Your head turned slowly. “The war?” You repeat, words sinking into your mind slowly.

Earl nods nervously. “With the murder of your parents, they’ll be expecting retaliation.”

The war. The war you swore you’d help stop, the war that took everything from you. Your parents, your free time, your life, your Tommy. You were a kid when you made that promise, still are a kid.

But you’re also a Queen now. A Queen who can ruin the country that stole your parents.

“We take them down. For good.”

Settling into being a Queen took longer than you ever thought. You were more prepared than you had any right to be, but your parents left so much for you to clean up. Vengeance had to take a backseat while you fought to keep your country afloat, days and weeks and months and a year flying by. Only then could you step back and work to end the stupid fucking war.

It didn’t take long to come up with a plan. A few months, a lot of meetings. Mostly, you just argued you wanted something tactful. Justice wasn’t enough; they needed to hurt like you did.

Tommy, the blond boy you used to know better than you knew yourself, would’ve said to go in guns blazing. The little devil on your shoulder. But you were about plans and quiet plots, so that’s the way you went. Something foolproof. Something where you’d be up close and personal.

In a week, there’d be a clash between your two armies. That’s where your general would kill the king and queen. Meanwhile, you’d lure the prince away. Tell him of the death of his parents over some dinner and wine, watch as poison took him too. Win the war.

You start taking long walks around the castle to help your nerves. Everything needed to be perfect, after all. Every little detail was in place.

Before you can think, your feet are automatically taking you right back to that forest clearing you spent so much of your youth in. The trees you know, with a slight breeze ruffling their leaves.

Tommy isn’t there.

You aren’t sure if you expected him to be or not. After all, it’s been years. Nobody would’ve expected him to wait for you that long.

With a sad smile, you turn to look at the trees you used to leave messages on. But you stop, seeing a new one. And on another tree, another message. You spin, realizing they’re surrounding you. His story, laid out for you whenever you came back.

Where are you?? You okay? Something big is changing My parents are getting worried Are you okay? I think the war is changing We’re going to fix it dont die on me I can’t keep coming, please answer Fuck you Im sorry I miss you. If you ever need me, ask for Prince Tommy at the castle Ill be waiting You better find me, bitch

Prince Tommy. No, no that doesn’t make sense. There’s no prince in your kingdom: it’s just you now. But that only leaves one other kingdom he could’ve been from.

You’re running back to the castle, branches tearing into your clothes. He can’t be. Your Tommy can’t be that Prince. Maybe he was joking? Maybe his parents call him a Prince, maybe his house is just big. Maybe he plans on becoming a Prince.

“Your highness?” A servant asks, watching you run by. “Your highness!”

They don’t matter. Whatever rumor that’ll be there in morning can wait.

“What’s the name of the enemy Prince?” You ask, slamming into the meeting room door. Your shoulder aches, but your eyes are only on the people in there.

“The enemy Prince?” A guy asks. “Uh…”

“Tom.” Your only female advisor speaks up. Sarah. “Tom Simons. But most people call him Prince Tommy.”

No.

No no no no.

Your Tommy, the same Tommy who stole your family from you. Your Tommy, the same Tommy you’re poisoning in just a few days.

How would you face him?

Oh, God. You promised to stop the war together. But you were on opposing sides, working against each other.

How would you kill Tommy?

“Is everything alright?” Sarah dares to ask.

You nod frantically. “Yes, yes everything is just fine. Proceed with our plan.”

There’s nothing you can do. Not with everything already in motion. You’ll have to see Tommy no matter what. You’ll have to watch him so his poisoned wine, knowing you killed his parents and he killed yours.

For some reason, that doesn’t feel good anymore.

You hear him before you see him, and suddenly a week of preparation doesn’t seem like enough. His boots click on the tile floor as he approaches the table, and you know you should tear yourself away from the window to look at him, but you just can’t.

For a second, you just want to pretend. Pretend that this isn’t your Tommy. Pretend that this is merely a friendly dinner. Pretend there isn’t a war, that you haven’t killed his parents, that yours are still alive.

But you can’t pretend. You aren’t a kid anymore, young as you may be. So you inhale, steel yourself, and turn.

“I’m glad you could make it.” You force out of your mouth before it stops working when you see him.

Tommy is the exact same. Blond hair, blue eyes, a determination you could never beat. There’s a sword strapped to his side, a real one. And his clothes are far nicer than anything you’ve seen him in.

You wonder what he sees in return. Recognition flashes through his eyes, and he halts in place.

“You’re alive.” He says, sounding so damn happy about it. “Holy shit. How are you here? Where is the Queen? I was meant to— you have to get out of here!”

You give him a sad smile. “Tommy. Prince Tom, I mean. Why don’t you sit?”

He stares at you, hand slowly shifting to the hilt of his sword. “You’re the Queen.”

“I’m the Queen.” You nod, sitting down because you’re not sure you can stand anymore.

He trusts you, and you’re going to kill him for it.

“You never told me.” He says slowly, like he’s figuring it out. “You didn’t fucking say anything!”

“You didn’t tell me either!” You can’t help but shout back. How easy it is to fall into old habits.

“Yeah, well you’re a whole ass Queen!” Tommy shakes his head, grabbing his wine glass to take a drink.

You should sit and watch. Let him take a drink, know that he won’t be walking out of here alive.

Instead, you lunge across the table, knocking the wine out of his hand. It splashes against his chest, red staining his clothes, while the glass shatters on the floor.

“What the fuck?” He exclaims, jumping back. “Am I not allowed to drink wine or some shit? Because I think I deserve it!”

”I’m sorry.” You choke out. Oh, God. Oh God, what have you done?

“It’s fine, shirt was fuckin’ itchy anyway.” He huffs, dabbing at it with a cloth.

“Tommy.”

Tommy looks up at you, borderline impatient. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? All sad and shit?”

You crush him in a hug, clinging onto his alive body. You hold onto the boy who chased fireflies with you, the one who carved messages in hundreds of trees in case you saw them. He clings back, wrapping his arms around you.

“We can fix this.” He tells you, solid and self-assured. “We can make a treaty now, mom and dad will listen.”

And then you remember. His parents.

“I’m so sorry.” You choke out. “Tommy…”

He must figure it out in your voice, because he stiffens. You stagger back from him so quickly that your crown drops to the floor.

“No.” He shakes his head. “No, I just fucking saw them!”

“I didn’t…” you didn’t what? You didn’t know? Because you did. You knew exactly what you were doing.

“You?” He asks, drawing his sword from its sheath. “You killed them?”

You’re fairly certain he wouldn’t kill you. But then again, he probably thought you’d never kill him or his parents.

“You killed my parents.” You defend yourself feebly.

“I didn’t do shit to your parents! That wasn’t my fucking fault! This? This is yours, isn’t it?”

Before he can advance on you, guards burst into the room. Your guards, that is. All twenty of them that were lying in wait, just in case. Armed to the teeth and ready for a fight, they point weapons at Tommy.

He looks around, slowly lowering his sword. “The wine…?” He asks you.

You can’t face that one. Instead, you turn to a guard. “Change of plans. Arrest him.”

Tommy doesn’t resist, likely knowing he’d be fighting a losing battle. You can’t bear to watch them manhandle him away, so you look back at the food on the table.

Why waste a good meal, after all?

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‧₊˚໒꒱ simply some argos 2 headcanons in my "au"

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"to be perfect, you have to feel perfect about yourself--avoid trying to be something your not." - rick riordan

i believe that the majority of people on that ship are not straight

let start here with the lost trio

leo is bisexual, and on the aroace spectrum (i would say abroromantic/sexual? look em up!)

also i think he could be trans (ftm) or just genderqueer

jasons definitely demiromantic/sexual, even tho he and piper ended up quickly together, it was forced feelings and they had bonded closely. also i hc him as bi

for me, pipers a non-binary/demigirl queer person! she uses she/they, and i'd say is also probably on the aroace spectrum. VERY COMPHET

ok now for percy and annie

percy's bi. aint no way he isn't. the way he describes specific guys like bro

like i imagine the luke thing to sorta be like nico to percy, yk?

and annabeth.

i think she's very comphet too (look it up :D) and so she thinks shes straight and struggles with it, since percy's the only person she'd be with and he's a guy, making her 'straight'.

but i personally think she's pan, and attracted to percy bc of his personality vs his gender. plus, i think there r some other people at camp she's probably "liked", like not cheating, but thought 'oh, i would date them' yk?

lowkey, frank and hazel are token straight, but both are demiromantic and i think they just don't talk abt sexuality in their relationship BC THEY ARE CHILDREN? like they talk abt attraction, just not... yk.

i imagine frank getting very flustered abt it, and hazel gets awkward but more open to talk abt it

nico, obviously i know he's gay. i love that we had beautiful rep in the books, they could never make me hate u nico

also i wouldn't be apposed to trans/nb nico (same w/ will)

and for reyna, i hc her as an ace lesbian, with a lot of comphet. like, she thought she liked guys, especially guys who she was supposed to like (percy, jason, people in equal positions of power and such) but realized 'nah' and yeah.

also def hc as genderqueer/non-binary and also uses they/them

also i totally head canon that percy and annabeth were everyones gay awakenings, like percy for jason, leo, and nico, while annabeth for piper (maybe reyna)

relationships!

so in my "au", we got valgrace (jason and leo) pipeyna (piper and reyna) frazel (frank and hazel) and ofc, percabeth (percy and annabeth). i am fine with other ships, i just dislike specific ones that are uncomfortable for me, but idrc. also, pls dont hate on me

some random headcanons is that (i like to talk abt this a lot in my stories) but jason bought leo a fidget spinner as a gift, and leo has kept it since. he occasionally has to repair it, but it's his favorite thing ever

piper has short hair. i think she'd rock it, and i feel like it's more her style, but idk. either that, or braids 24/7

also, i wanna (project) say that frank's body doesn't change from ares/mars' gift, and he has body dysmorphia. like first of all, they talk abt how he never feels right in his body, as a shape shifter. and i feel like his bodily description implies that.

idk if this is just me projecting and shit, but i feel like that could cause an eating disorder for him? like, he just worries abt his weight and shit, and hazels all like "istg, frank, eat or else" and such. like ik we see him eating normally in the books, but i feel like that could make it more realistic. also, (hc) one time he passed out during battle and jason was like "frank tf, you need to talk to me man" and thats how he started talking abt it

jason and leo are alive! i will not ignore the importance of jasons death, but i also forever will wish it didn't happen, and i can do that in my au

bc of this, i'd say jason has a scar in his torso from being stabbed (twice, yikes) and (i talk abt this in a drabble, so go check that out) he has a bad lightning scar from his shoulder down his body.

and leo has a scar along the most of his body (chest, torso, shoulders, neck, hips) from his explosion.

also, i hc that he has a hearing aid. i read this in another fanfic, but i thought it'd be a really good idea. he has one, but only bc he is mildy deaf in one ear. his other ear is eh, but better

hazel refuses to wear jewelry with jewels on them. like, gold is ok ish (reminds her of arion) but gems freak her out still

percy and annabeth both have their stripes in their hair, and dye it blue!

also, since ik hoo is a middle grade book, but i think all the characters curse, especially in their native language/other languages. like in spanish, latin, greek, french, morse code, itaian, sign language, etc. sure, english too, but wheres the fun in that? and i imagine that frank is the only one who doesn't and just "oh golly!" all the time

also, seperate thing, but i do wanna talk abt the races + ethnicities i imagine the characters. i would appreciate no hate, and if u have thoughts on it, feel free to say such.

percy is either token white, or wasian (korean rep. actually, i might imagine him wasian, so look for that in the future)

annabeth, i think of her usually as blonde white, but i also imagine her as black w/ blonde braids, so either one works. lowkey, i wont specify unless its relevant, so idrc. (i dont have any specific country, so reccomend one!)

leo is mexican, ofc, and i will keep him that way

pipers cherokee, and i would say, for all characters, they are FULLY that ethnicity. if they are half/half, i would say its bc the god chose to be a different race. we know gods can change apperance, and while it doesn't change ethnicity, we know that not all the demigods are greek, so annabeth, leo, and piper are full, not half

so, ik jasons probably gonna be cast similarly to thalia, but i imagine him as this all american white boy. ik this will bring up controversy, but thats just my opinions, but i dont mind jason being other races. also, i imagine he could also be wasian, i saw a drawing and i was like: omg

frank is chinese and canadian! aint no way we gonna forget abt that boy.

hazel is also african-american :D same as book hazel

also, if the demigods took a dna test, would part of it come back like, unanswered? bc gods dont rlly have dna, but what would be in that spot? greek? i need answers

im just gonna say, most characters stay book ver. unless specified differently, like annie or jase or percy

omg now im just so happy, imaging percy speaking korean oml oml oml

and growing up w/ racism? "hey, can you sing k-pop?"

"eating cats?" "i'm korean man" etc

annabeth and percy bonding over racist experiences is peak man

so yea, thx for listening to my rant and yap. love u all :D

#hoo #hoo au #headcanons #pjo

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