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teapartyprincess4two · 4 months

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Can i ask for a johnnie guilbert x reader where the reader is a friend of tara who is a very private person, so she gets know in the channel as "baby" and people start to notice that johnnie gets shy and is always looking somewhere off camera (to her)

A LOTTTT of pinning by johnnie (like so much it hurts)

And maybe at the end he confesses she kisses him and a lil sum-sum 😏

Thank uuuuu 😘

Babygirl- J. Guilbert

pairing: shy!reader x Johnnie

classification: fluff

warning: use of y/n, slight cursing, slow build up, Jake and Tara are dating in this, suggestive content but NO smut, very long

inspiration: request^^, Deaf, Mute, and Blind Baking, Becoming Tara Yummy for a Day

summary: You didn’t choose a life in the limelight, you were just famous by association, and now you’ve earned yourself the nickname “babygirl” by the entire internet.

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Most people wish they had the fame you had, they spend their entire life reaching for an unattainable dream that fell in your lap by coincidence. They wish for the fancy cars, the expensive clothes, and especially to be so famous they’re stopped by fans on the street for a picture.

Tara, your best friend, was one of those people. She spent her childhood and teenage years fangirling over pop stars and YouTubers, hoping that one day people would be fangirling over her too. She worked hard to earn the platform she has today, bringing you along with her to the top. But you never asked for any of this.

At first her newfound fame didn’t affect you, you were just a recurring background character in her videos and would sometimes, but very rarely, have a main role in them. Although you tried remaining in the background, the internet is quick to get attached to shy, background characters and before you knew it the fans were begging for more content with you.

So now you and Tara are a well known YouTube duo and you’re featured in almost every one of her videos, most of the time opting to participate from behind the camera. You especially remain behind the scenes when Jake and Johnnie are involved, specifically because you’re never able to hide your crush on Johnnie and would probably die from embarrassment if the fans caught on.

Like today for example, Jake and Johnnie are over at your house filming. They’re filming a video they’ve filmed many times before, they’re turning Tara emo. The three of them are piled onto the couch, discussing topic after topic as Johnnie packs on black eyeshadow on Tara’s eyes.

“Ow, Johnnie. You’re hurting me!” she squeals as Johnnie accidentally pokes her in the eye with the bristles of the brush. You can’t help but giggle from behind the camera, watching as Johnnie becomes flustered. “Sorry! I only ever do my own makeup, okay?” he apologizes, not becoming any more gentle with his motions. Johnnie glances at you quickly, a smile forming on his face because of your laughter.

“Why are you laughing, Y/n? You’re next,” Jake chimes in, following his statement with a boisterous laugh. Your face flushes slightly as you reply with a laugh, “no I’d prefer not to be tortured.” Johnnie laughs at this, sending you a fake pout, “you hate my look that much?”

Your face becomes even more red, if that was even possible. You didn’t mean the comment like that. Tara, whose face is being attacked with makeup, chimes in, “No, Y/n is too babygirl for this.”

“Oh God, you’re making me sound so high maintenance,” you laugh, shaking your head in disbelief at Tara’s comment. “It’s true though!” she exclaims, turning to face you just as Johnnie begins applying eyeliner, causing a black streak to run from the corner of her eye to her hairline.

“Guys, Y/n is probably the most high maintenance out of the four of us. She gets a manicure exactly every two weeks, she gets her hair redyed like once a month, her room is NEVER dirty. She almost never ever has dirty laundry, AND she irons her clothes. Who irons their clothes?” Tara exclaims, flailing her arms in the air dramatically.

“So yes, she’s babygirl,” Tara’s talking to the camera now, completely oblivious to her appearance. You scrunch your name at the nickname, the internet tended to latch onto things like that, “First of all, you look ridiculous right now. And secondly, don’t call me that. I don’t need to be known as ‘babygirl’ for the rest of my life,” you reply, laughing as Johnnie tries to fix his mistake but fails.

Jake, who’s sitting on the couch next to Johnnie, straightens up and leans forward to look at Tara. He immediately laughs at the sight, the black eyeliner smudged all over her face. “You’re just mad that it has a nice ring to it,” Tara retorts, choosing to ignore the mess Johnnie made. You scoff, glad that the camera isn’t on you to catch how your eyes train on Johnnie.

“Okay, but doesn’t it sound cute?” Tara proposes the question to the boys, waiting expectantly for them to answer. Jake was always quick to agree with her, it was a trait she trained him to have over the years of their relationship, “yeah, it’s pretty cute.” Tara nods her head in triumph, turning to Johnnie for his response.

Johnnie doesn’t know what to say, he agrees that the nickname is cute, but he’s afraid he’ll say too much and expose his crush for you. “Johnnie?” Tara says, widening her eyes as she awaits his response.

“What was the nickname again?” Johnnie asks, trying to act casual. But if the cameras zoomed in they’d easily catch how his hands tremble as he fixes Tara’s eyeliner. “Babygirl?” he reiterates, attempting to sound confused and oblivious. Tara nods her head, causing Johnnie to mess up once again, but he’s too busy trying to keep his composure to care.

Coming from him the nickname doesn’t sound so bad, it actually makes you want to take back everything you just said. “Babygirl is cute,” he murmurs, sending you a small glance before quickly turning back towards Tara. You hide your face in your hands, trying to hide your flushed cheeks and the smile that won’t go away no matter how hard you try.

“Enough with the babygirl talk,” you groan, but you really loved hearing him say it.

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From that moment on, you were known as babygirl within the fandom. You couldn’t escape the nickname no matter how hard you tried, and the fans loved teasing you about it. Whether it be through edits, Instagram comments, or tweets; the fans were always calling you the nickname.

Johnnie, Jake and Tara are currently filming yet another video, despite your protests. The three of them are standing behind the kitchen counter, with either tape on their mouths, earmuffs on, or blindfolded. They were trying to bake a cake, something they struggled to do even without the inhibiting factors, so all they were really doing was making a big mess.

They understand your hesitance with being on camera, so they never force you to make any special appearances, but you still loved to watch. You sit behind the counter, just out of view of the camera, watching in amusement as the three interact.

Johnnie keeps getting distracted by you, fumbling and stuttering his way through the intro. You watch as Johnnie struggles to find the supplies needed for the video, searching through every cabinet in the kitchen. “Every time Johnnie says he’s ready, he’s never ready,” Jake comments, adjusting the black beanie on his head. “Where the fuck did I put it? No, Jake where did you put it?” Johnnie replies, scavenging for the baking supplies.

“They’re in the pantry,” you comment, walking over to Johnnie briefly and guiding him towards the pantry. Johnnie smiles at you, grateful that there’s at least one sane person here to help him. The interaction was caught on camera, but you were too distracted to realize.

“Thanks babygirl,” Tara exclaims, bopping her head to the music blasting through her headphones. You roll your eyes, helping Johnnie take everything out of the grocery bags and sprawling them out onto the counter. Once everything is in order, Johnnie’s mouth is quickly covered with a sticker, but he’s happy he isn’t blindfolded because he can keep sneaking glances at you.

The entire situation was chaotic, none of them had any clue how to communicate properly and they had less knowledge on how to bake a cake. Jake’s arms were stretched forward as he tried finding his way through the kitchen, Tara’s loud singing making it hard for them to concentrate on one task alone.

Tara, who wore the headphones, was more focused on singing than the cake. You watch them intently, unable to stop yourself from laughing, “you need to whisk the cake!” Tara, who can’t hear a single thing you’re saying, repeats your statement causing you to burst into laughter.

Johnnie pulls out a plastic butter knife, deeming it appropriate for the task. “Get the beater!” Tara yells, following it by belting out song lyrics. Johnnie has no idea what Tara is talking about, so he sends you a pleading look. If there’s anyone here who’s going to help him finish this cake, it’s you.

“The whisk, get the whisk!” you exclaim, trying to talk over Tara’s singing as best as possible.

“What’s going on?!” Jake asks, one of his flailing arms slapping both Johnnie and Tara. Johnnie’s laughs are muffled by the sticker as he holds the whisk out for Jake, guiding him to the bowl.

“Babygirl?!” Tara is being so loud, her voice a good three octaves higher than normal. “Stop yelling!” you exclaim, but she ignores you and changes the song, continuing to belt out the lyrics.

“Y/n, we need your help,” Jake comments, stirring the bowl so aggressively that it was twirling. “We have no idea what we’re doing,” he continues, lifting the whisk up and blindly taking a lick.

“JAKE DON’T LICK IT!” Tara yells.

Johnnie’s laughter and shocked scream are muffled, his face scrunched up as he laughs uncontrollably, and you can’t look away. You wish you weren’t so shy, so that way you’d be able to join them in this fun activity without feeling anxious.

“This cake is going to be so bad,” you chuckle, catching Johnnie’s attention. His eyes linger on you for a little too long, a moment the fans were definitely going to clip and edit.

“What did you say?! Did you say my singing is bad?!” Tara is still yelling, following each and every statement with loud singing.

Many dirty dishes and a messy kitchen later, the cake is finally done. The oven rings throughout the kitchen, and Jake and Tara send Johnnie to fish the hot pan out. The cake didn’t look too bad, but considering you watched them make it, you weren’t too excited to actually try it.

“You have to wait until it cools to frost it!” Tara exclaims, the headphones causing her volume to be more than pleasant. Johnnie can’t respond because of the sticker, and he doesn’t want to wait for it to cool, so he continues haphazardly spreading the icing over the camera. Jake, on the other hand, is in his own world.

“That actually looks disgusting. It’s raw,” you gasp, watching as Johnnie lifts the spatula to reveal an uncooked, watery mess. “It’s undercooked!” Tara yells, her inability to hear you causing her to repeat everything you say in different words.

Johnnie’s muffled laughter is infectious, earning a string of laughter from you. “Let’s just eat it,” Jake suggests, facing the complete opposite direction of the group. The beanie on his head inhibits him from seeing the state of the cake, but even if he could see it, he would probably still ask for a bite.

“Wait let me help,” you get up from your seat and walk behind the countertop, immediately searching for something to serve the cake in. “This is gonna have to do it,” you hand Johnnie three plastic cups. He scoops up the raw batter, the liquid cake jiggling in the cup and running down the sides, immediately coating his fingers in frosting and batter.

“We’re gonna get salmonella,” Tara is staring at the goopy mess in shock, how had they managed to mess up such a simple recipe?

“I wanna see… I think we should take this off,” Jake yanks his beanie off, a fit of laughter attacking him as soon as he sees the state of the cake. Tara was subconsciously poking at it, creating a big hole in the center. Johnnie’s hands were full of chocolate frosting, and he held them up in exasperation as he waited for someone to remove the sticker from his mouth.

“Here lemme help you,” you murmur, gentle hands removing the sticker. Your touch lingers a little too long, but he doesn’t complain. If he had it his way, you’d have your arms around his neck and his lips would be on yours.

“Thanks, babygirl,” he whispers in return, loving how easily the nickname riled you up. You hated how much you loved hearing him say it.

“This is actually not that bad!” Tara’s boisterous voice breaks you two from the intimate moment, forcing you to reenter reality. “Try it,” Jake suggests, going back for a second scoop.

Johnnie is hesitant, but he grabs the cup and puts a spoonful of the raw cake batter in his mouth. His face contorts in disgust, but it couldn’t be that bad, could it? “Here let me try,” you take the cup from him, using his spoon to take your own bite.

As soon as the cake hits your tongue, you’re gagging. “Oh wow this is horrible,” you say, fighting the urge to throw up. They’re all laughing at your reaction, Jake pulling a long hair from his mouth in the process. “I love this hair, adds flavor.”

“Oh my God, I’m gonna throw up,” the hair Jake held between his fingers was only making the situation worse for you.

“See, she’s so babygirl,” Tara laughs, joking about the situation even if she found it equally as gross.

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It seemed like your friends were always filming because every time the four of you hung out there always seemed to be a camera lurking not too far. Like today for example, Tara gathered everyone for a casual hangout, but once you arrived she explained that everyone was going to be living like her for the day. At first, you declined her invitation, making a lame excuse about not feeling good. But she begged and begged for you to be in the video, and before you knew it you were an integral part of it.

“Okay, since you guys are becoming me for the day, it’s only fitting that you dress the part. So, put on these track suits,” Tara says as she hands you, Jake, and Johnnie each a pink track suit. You’re trying to hide from the camera as much as possible, but Tara keeps pulling you back in every time you almost wander away.

The three of you shimmy into the outfits, immediately feeling the Tara Yummy essence wash over you.

“This is sexy,” Jake comments, admiring his figure as the sweatpants hang loosely from his hips. “I’m serving cunt,” Johnnie says, joining Jake in admiring himself. Their tattoos peeked through, contrasting the pink outfits entirely.

You emerge from the hallway seconds later, the track suit providing you with a newfound confidence, “I feel so stupid, but I also kinda feel like that bitch.” You stand still, allowing the camera to pan to you before hitting a dramatic pose. You turn around to show the camera the backside of the suit, the word babygirl written in curly white letters across your ass. “Slay, babygirl, slay,” Tara chimes in, strutting over to you and hitting the same pose.

“Let’s please not start with the babygirl jokes,” you groan jokingly, adjusting the sweatpants that kept riding up, you were starting to get a wedge. But you knew you weren’t going to escape the babygirl comments today, especially not with it written across your backside. It was like a label that you were forced to wear for the rest of the day, and the fans would surely seize the opportunity and run with it. To top it all off, the four of you were so well color coordinated that you looked like a 90’s girl group, ready to perform on stage at any moment.

“This is fun, but I still don’t understand why I’m being forced to do this,” you say, staring at Tara blankly.

“Because you’re my best friend,” she replies cheerily, offering you a big smile and booping your nose. It was hard to stay mad at her. She walks away, joining Jake as they engage in conversation.

“And you’re babygirl,” Johnnie teases, coming up from behind you unexpectedly, immediately causing a blush to form on your face. He loved watching you get flustered over the nickname. He laughs at your reactions, relishing every bit of it.

“Alright, first things first, time to eat. Mama’s hungry,” Tara says, ignoring yours and Johnnie’s interaction before facing the camera and leading everyone to the car. Jake and Tara are far ahead, leaving you and Johnnie to trail behind.

“It’s gonna be leaves,” Johnnie whispers to you, earning a laugh in response. He loved making you laugh. “Yeah, how much you wanna bet we end up at Health Nut?” you ask, settling the bet with a firm handshake between you and Johnnie. His hand holds a firm grip on yours, almost like he’s hesitant to let go as he says goofily, “$2, take it or leave it.”

As predicted, the four of you end up at Tara’s favorite restaurant; Health Nut. It’s no one else’s restaurant of choice, but you’re living as Tara for the day so it doesn’t matter what the rest of you want. You’ve been here with Tara enough to be familiar with the menu, so you order a simple salad and drink before moving to the side and allowing Johnnie to order. Once he’s finished ordering, he pays for your meals before letting Jake and Tara order.

Johnnie is playing it up for the cameras, trying to embarrass himself with his actions before the pink track suit does it for him. He’s sitting on a toddler chair and you stand next to him, choosing him as your comfort zone.

Because you always opted to remain behind the scenes, most of the viewers weren’t completely aware of yours and Johnnie’s dynamic. You two were always clinging to each other in uncomfortable or unfamiliar situations, making quiet jokes to make the other laugh. You both also had a huge crush on each other, which further served as a gravitational pull.

“Order for… babygirl?” the employee calls out, a hint of confusion in their voice as they read the name on the order. This immediately causes you to laugh out loud. “You did not do that,” you whisper shout at Johnnie, who held his hands up in feigned defense as he tries not to burst into laughter. You awkwardly grab the food, both of youwalking over to Tara and Jake’s table.

“Did they just call you babygirl?” Tara asks as soon as you’re sitting down. “Yes dude, fucking Johnnie told them that was my name,” you laugh, hiding your red face in your hands. They call out Tara’s name and she dismisses herself briefly to pick up the food.

“Let’s go!” She exclaims from the restaurant’s front door, bag and drink in hand as she pushes the door open and walks outside. “Oh, I guess Tara Yummy eats in the car,” Jake says sarcastically, the three of you following Tara to the car.

Once you’re in the car, you and Johnnie sit in the backseat while Jake and Tara occupy the front. “I wanted to eat in there, but you guys are so embarrassing,” Tara says, handing Jake his food.

She doesn’t give any of you enough time to respond, “you guys are already pretty embarrassing, but the pink track suits make us all look genuinely crazy.” She’s obnoxiously shaking her salad from the front seat, causing the entire car to rock.

“Damn, don’t gotta put your whole pussy into it,” Jake laughs, earning a sly remark from Tara. Soon, they’re lost in a conversation of their own, leaving you and Johnnie to talk quietly in the back seat.

“Why do you keep pushing this ‘babygirl agenda,’ sir?” You ask, both in true curiosity and to make light of the nickname. He blushes, mindlessly picking at the salad in front of him.

“Oh come on, don’t get all shy now,” you tease, piling up a good bite on your fork. He smiles at you awkwardly, preparing to admit something embarrassing.

“I think it’s kinda cute,” he admits with a shrug, taking a big bite of his food. Your eyes blow open in shock, this whole time you thought he was teasing you, but now it turns out he thinks it’s a cute nickname? “Don’t make fun of me,” Johnnie pleads in defense through a mouthful of food.

“I’m not, I just wasn’t expecting that,” you respond, trying not to be too loud. You couldn’t help it though, your giggles were soon filling the backseat. There was something about the confession that gave you hope that maybe you and Johnnie could be more than just friends. But you don’t want to get your hopes up, ir could easily all be for the video. You’re about to say something crazy and bold, but you’re cut off by Tara.

“Are you two done flirting? Cause I’m in the mood for coffee.” Leave it to her to ruin a sweet moment.

—

The day is finally over and the four of you are now wearing pajamas, reminiscing on the day’s events. Tara and Jake leave once the video is over, leaving you and Johnnie to lay on the large couch. The room is silent, but it’s not awkward, you’re both just catching up and joking.

“I was serious earlier, by the way,” he murmurs, staring at the ceiling above. “Yeah?” you say in a teasing tone, rolling over on your side so you’re facing him.

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “Yeah. If I’m being honest, I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed, I mean the fans definitely have.” You mindlessly play with the strings of your robe, subconsciously scooting closer to him.

“So that’s why you keep calling me babygirl?”

“Mmm yeah, mostly. I think it sounds cute,” he smiles down at you, your figure just slightly further down the couch. You feel a surge of confidence wash over you, something you don’t usually feel as a shy person, and straddle his lap.

He looks at you in shock, both arms limp at his sides. “Say it,” you whisper, moving your face dangerously closer to his. You use your hands to grab his, placing them on your waist. He feels excited, nervous, and shocked all at the same time, was this really happening?

You grind your hips down onto him, hoping to elicit a response from him. “Babygirl,” he whimpers, the sudden friction sending a shiver up his spine that has his hips bucking. You hum in response, finally inching close enough to connect your lips to his.

You’re in a heated make out session, completely obvious to the world around you. Johnnie’s hands are roaming your body, your hips are grinding down onto him, and your fingers are tangled in his hair. You kiss from his lips down to his neck, sucking and biting the delicious skin until you leave a hickey.

The situation is about to escalate, but Jake and Tara interrupt before it can. They saunter in loudly, both you and Johnnie jumping off of each other in shock.

“About damn time!” Jake says, applauding you both for finally make a move on each other. “Get it babygirl!” Tara laughs, joining Jake in his obnoxious round of applause.

“So annoying,” you groan, throwing a pillow at them and shooing them out. Once they’re out of the room, you and Johnnie share a sheepish look.

“You’re never escaping that nickname,” he chuckles, silently pulling you back on top of him. “That’s okay. If you’re the one saying it, I don’t mind,” you murmur, kissing him again.

“Okay, babygirl.”

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a/n: Such a good request, I LUV being challenged with these specific requests!!! Hope I did it justice bby, I rewrote this like 5 times & had a different storyline each time. Also, I mentioned the famous hickey (💀💀) and I changed it from “baby” to “babygirl” because he mentioned that he’s “so babygirl” on Trisha’s podcast.

anyways, enjoy hunny bunches. Luv uuuuu

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lecsainz · 4 months

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OMGGGG!!!! 🩷🩵 Love your work! Can you do a Percy X (halfblood of your choice) reader and maybe affection headcannons? Like how he stares at you 24/7 and maybe him falling asleep on our shoulder and all that!!!!

BEAUTIFUL GIRL

parings: percy jackson x fem!reader

an: two weeks without a new episode, I can't take it anymore 😭😭😭

summary: the one where you and percy met at yancy academy, and what your relationship would be like.

( my last work for riodanverse || go to my main masterlist )

You met Percy at Yancy Academy, and well, you quickly became friends – best friends, to be precise, since your room was conveniently next to his.

When Grover arrived at the school, he became more than worried about finding two demigod kids together.

As you excelled in your studies – you LOVED studying – you decided to help Percy out. However, Percy always seemed too distracted, often catching him staring at you.

Percy looks at the notebook where you were scribbling math problems and realizes he hasn't paid attention to anything you were explaining for the past twenty minutes.

"So, um, how do you solve this math problem again?" He asks.

You point the pen at him with a stern expression. "Percy, we've been through this like ten times!"

Percy gazes at you with a mischievous smile on his lips because, by the gods, he finds you incredibly beautiful with the braid you decided to wear today.

"Sorry, got distracted. You look really nice today." Percy says, shrugging.

"Focus, Percy! We need to get through this." You roll your eyes, but your cheeks are flushed, and Percy still finds it adorable.

You throw the pen cap at Percy, lightly hitting him on the head when you realize he wasn't paying attention again.

"Ow! What was that for?" He puts his hand where the cap hit him and pretends to be in pain.

"For not paying attention! Now, let's get back to work." You stick out your tongue.

Laughing, Percy tries to throw the pen cap back at you, but you quickly dodge, and poor Grover ends up being the target.

You two became an inseparable duo, like shadows to each other, and constantly causing Grover massive headaches.

Percy would talk about you to his mom.

Percy hesitated for a moment before dialing the number. As his mother picked up on the other end, he launched into a torrent of words about you.

"Hey, Mom, you won't believe what happened today. So, there's this new girl, Y/N, and she's amazing. Seriously, she's the smartest person I know, and she's always helping me out with my studies. And she's got this incredible sense of humor. We're like a team, Mom, inseparable. I don't know how I'd get through the day without her."

Sally listened with a gentle smile on her face, recognizing the familiar signs of her son being captivated. She knew Percy well enough to notice the subtle shifts in his tone and enthusiasm.

"Percy, it sounds like you really enjoy spending time with this Y/N," Sally said, her voice warm and knowing.

"Yeah, Mom, it's like... I don't know. She's just different, you know? Everything feels better when she's around. I can't explain it."

Sally chuckled softly, recognizing the telltale signs of young love. "Percy, sweetheart, sounds like you might be developing feelings for this girl."

Percy stammered for a moment, realizing that his mother had caught on. "I, uh, Mom, we're just friends. Really good friends."

Sally's laughter echoed through the phone. "Alright, Percy. But remember, love has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it.”

When you first heard about blue food, you didn't believe Percy's words, leading to a heated argument. It all ended when Percy pulled out a pack of blue cookies from his backpack. To your surprise, they turned out to be the best cookies you'd ever tasted.

During one of your study sessions, Percy calling you a beautiful girl, and the nickname sticking because you blushed every time he called you that.

Percy only realized he liked you when they arrived at the camp and you wanted to help Percy defeat the Minotaur, but he wouldn't allow it because he had already lost his mother and couldn't bear to lose his girl.

He told Grover not to let you follow him and instructed him to take you safely to camp.

The air in the forest was thick with tension as Percy and you faced off against the looming figure of the Minotaur. Determination burned in your veins as you gripped your weapon tightly, ready to fight alongside Percy.

But before you could make a move, Percy's voice cut through the silence, firm and commanding. "Grover, take Y/N back to camp. Keep her safe," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your heart sank as you realized what he was saying. "Percy, I can help. We can fight this thing together," you protested, your voice trembling with emotion.

"I need you to stay safe, Y/N," Percy said, his tone unusually severe. "Grover will take you to camp. I can't lose you."

Tears welled up in your eyes, the raw emotion of the situation hitting you like a tidal wave. "I can't just stand by and do nothing while you face that monster alone."

Percy shook his head, a mixture of frustration and fear in his gaze. "Y/N. I can't risk losing you. Not after what happened to my mom."

A heavy silence settled between you two, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Percy cupped your face gently, his eyes searching yours. "I need you to trust me, okay? Grover will take care of you."

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you nodded reluctantly. "Just promise me you'll be safe, Percy."

He gave you a solemn look before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. "I promise. Now go with Grover. I'll find you after this is over."

Grover approached, his expression mirroring the somber mood. "We should go, Y/N."

After that, you swore to yourself that the next time you saw Percy, you would tell him you liked him. That seemed like the smartest thing to do.

As Percy stirred awake, his eyes met yours, and a small smile played on his lips. "Hey, beautiful girl," he greeted, a newfound warmth in his tone.

You blushed at the endearing nickname he had given you, but concern soon took over. "I thought I was going to lose you," you admitted, holding a small cup of ambrosia-infused nectar.

His expression softened, his hand reaching for yours. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Relief washed over you, and you laughed, playfully nudging his shoulder. "Good. Because there's something I need to tell you."

Percy raised an eyebrow, curious. "What's that?"

He looked at you with curiosity, encouraging you to continue. With a deep breath, you confessed, "I... I really like you."

Percy's eyes lit up, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "You do?" he asked, as if surprised by the revelation.

You nodded, a shy smile gracing your lips. "Yeah, Percy, I really do."

"Well, beautiful girl, I think you're stuck with me now," he declared, a playful glint in his eyes. As you leaned in closer, he gently pulled you to lie beside him on the bed. When you rested your head against his chest, Percy winced in pain.

"Careful," he joked, "I just survived a Minotaur. Your head might be more dangerous than that."

You chuckled softly, and Percy couldn't help but smile despite the discomfort. "You know," he mused, "your laughter is my favorite sound in the whole world."

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gothbitez · 1 year

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well, two can play that game ; ellie williams

pairing: college!ellie willams x afab!reader

chapter: one-shot (4.6k words)

warnings: 18+ content, minors do not interact!! dom!ellie x femme!reader, poc friendly, sexual content, angst, past relationship, jealousy, abby x reader (briefly for plot tension), reader and ellie are toxic petty, semi-public sex, hatesex if u squint but they love each other so idk angry sex is more accurate.

summary: you and ellie hadn't spoken since you broke up a few months ago and suddenly she shows up to this party with another girl on her arm.

inspired by heartbeat by childish gambino

author's note: soo linger got so much more love than I expected I love u guys wish I could respond to comments or follow y'all back but this isn't my main acc rip, just know that I'm lurking and appreciate all the reblogs and love <3

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The music was booming, noise reverberated through the walls of the home belonging to whichever current popular kid was hosting this weeks Friday party.

You had been in a bit of a rut recently, not really taking time out of your schedule to have fun and live like you should be living, Dina was aware of that. So today, she had forced convinced you to come to some sports-heads party.

"Come on, get dressed" She had said, with a smug smile as you lifted yourself off the bed and into your bathroom to get ready. You had worn a silky, long black skirt. It reached the ends of your shins with a long slit that exposed your leg all the way up to your thigh. On top, you wore a simple tee, with a long strip of thick eyeliner along your skin.

And here you were. Sighing to yourself as you watched the typical acts of debauchery unfold amongst your peers. A bottle of alcohol was soon in your line of sight, Dina holding it up to you after just having taken a swig herself. "Here, looks like you need it."

You grabbed the clear bottle and drank, grimacing at the harsh taste that was developing in your mouth. You, Dina and Jesse had settled on sitting in-front of the couch on the floor, you tended to be a floor sitter; being crosslegged was quite comfortable.

In that moment, the front door of the owner's house swung open, and you felt your heart drop. In walks Ellie Williams, your ex-girlfriend, with another girl clutching on to her arm. You watched as the duo did their rounds, greeting the people they knew and joking briefly. Ellie looked around the living room, looking for a place to base, her green eyes landed on where you, Dina and Jesse were sat before making her way over, causing you to sigh.

That was possibly the last thing you had wanted, to be in an environment with your ex and her new conquest. You and Ellie had broken up a few months ago, not through lack of love, and definitely not due to bad sex. Quite the opposite. Ellie had a habit of self-sabotage, you'd get close to her and then one day she'd freeze and want to cut off all connection. She was a ghost, you knew this. That's why you broke up in the first place. It had been a painful wound which had still not healed over.

Technically, you had no say. There was nothing you could say about her sitting with you guys, Dina was Ellie's friend as much as she was yours, and despite the painful breakup, you wouldn't force her to pick sides. It would've been nice to know in advance that Ellie was going to come, though. At least then you could've prepared for the pang in your chest as the girl interlocked her fingers onto Ellie's as they sat. Dina threw you a sympathetic look, as if to say, 'I didn't know she was gonna be here..'

You took another swig of the alcohol as conversations between Ellie and the group started, knowing you couldn't avoid her any longer. You hadn't spoken to each other since she left, there were so many things left unsaid. Focusing on the music, you nodded your head along to the beat of the song that was playing over the speakers, your eyes glancing at the crowd dancing in the middle of the living room, observing.

You suddenly got the sense that you were being watched, your eyes flickered away from the crowd and into the green eyes that were staring you down from across the group. Ellie looked at you with no expression, her hand resting on the unknown girl's thigh. She caught your eyes look down towards her hand and glanced back up to you. What was she trying to achieve here? Make you feel worse?

You broke the eye contact, preferring to get up off the floor and making your way into the kitchen to head out into the host's backyard. You heard Dina ask where you were going but you hadn't registered her voice in time to reply.

Your body was met with cold temperatures as soon as you passed through the backdoor, you mentally groaned as your jacket was not warm enough to keep you warm. Glancing around, you took note of where groups of people were sat talking to each other, you just needed a moment to yourself. You gravitated towards the quietest spot in the backyard, liking how there wasn't much activity and sat yourself down, perched with your chest resting on your legs.

Grabbing a pack of cigarettes from your jacket pocket, you singled one out from the deck and brought it up your lips. With the cigarette secure against your lips, you reached down, searching for a lighter, your head facing the floor, before you heard the familiar flick of flint come from above you.

Looking up, you were met with the last person you had wanted to see in your time out. "How long are you going to pretend I don't exist?" she spoke, the first thing either of you had said to each other in months. Her arm was still holding the lit lighter, looking at you, waiting for you to light the cigarette.

Knowing how stubborn she is, you knew you had no choice but to bring your face closer to the lighter, meeting the flame and sparking the tobacco. "You're definitely not the one who should be asking that question." You muttered, inhaling the smoke.

"Look, what do you want me to say?" Ellie sighed, placing herself next to you before lighting her own cigarette. She was wearing her favourite grey hoodie, it was so worn you could see small tears in the sleeves. "Honestly, nothing right now, why don't you go back to the girl you brought with you? I'm sure she's missing your presence."

"She doesn't smoke, and I wanted one." "Well, you didn't have to sit here," you knew you were being harsh, but what else were you meant to do with the built-up hurt? If you took away the anger, what would you have left? Ellie sighed beside you, "We haven't spoken in months.." "And whose fault is that, Ellie?" You were looking at her now, eyes boring into hers.

"I know I shouldn't have left," she took a drag, exhaling as she spoke, "I wa-," Cutting her off, you spoke. "You were what? You didn't just leave, Ellie, you completely blindsided me. You think something's going well with someone and then they disappear. No explanation, no message, nothing!"

Hearing your words, her heart fell. She knew she had hurt you that day, but she felt scared. You were right, something was going well, so well that Ellie was scared she'd get hurt first. So she decided to end it before giving you the chance. "I didn't mean to hurt you," "Yeah? Too bad," you scoffed, "Cos you did." Finishing your cigarette, you stumped it out on the floor, forcing yourself up to your feet to go back to the living room. A hand stopped you, wrapping itself around your forearm preventing you from walking further. With a sigh, you turned to face her.

"You don't have to run away from me," Ellie said, voice low. Shivers travelled down your spine, as her eyes glanced to your lips, "I'm not contagious." "I don't want anything to do with you." You whispered, fighting every urge you had to just kiss her and make up. If you stayed here a minute longer, you knew you would cave to her. Despite how badly she had hurt you, you couldn't forget the way she made you feel. Knowing you still loved her, still felt the burning desire to kiss her.

Your thoughts focused on to the girl that had come with her tonight, your brows furrowed as anger washed over you. Ripping your arm out from her grip, you turned away and walked back inside to the party.

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A week had passed, you were making your way to Dina's kitchen as you helped her set up the decorations, food and drink ready for her birthday party.

You had gotten completely dolled up, at least to your standards, wearing a band tee underneath a long, dark satin dress with your signature eyeliner. After all, it was Dina's birthday, you had to look nice. Besides, you were in hopes of getting some action tonight, knowing Dina had invited some girls from her class and you hadn't had any action since Ellie. It had been a... long time.

Ellie was helping at Dina's, too. Since your last conversation, things hadn't gotten better. Your hurt had somehow, shifted into snark, bickering with Ellie anytime you'd be in the same vicinity, which happened often.

Snark, petty comments and arguing. That's all Dina had heard between you and Ellie, at one point she thought you were about to kill each other. Dina had asked you about some guy that had approached you earlier on in the day. He had walked up to you with the utmost confidence that his flirting would be successful. You almost felt bad for him, the way his smile dropped when you told him you were a lesbian. Dina thought the story was hilarious and had asked you about it, upon hearing this, against her better judgement Ellie had made a comment about it which resulted in a heated argument between the two of you and Dina suddenly regretting her decision to bring it up. It had gotten so riled up that when Ellie stormed out of the room, she slammed the door so hard that it left visible cracks on the wall and the plant pot on the window beside it smashed into pieces.

"Okay, so... the bottles can go on this table and the food goes to that one with the bowls." Dina instructed, motioning you to put down the items you were carrying. Ellie had stayed in the living room moving the furniture around the room so that people could have more space to move, so Dina took her chance to talk to you.

"So, um.. you and Ellie haven't been doing so hot," she spoke, looking at you with a worried expression. "Well observed, Dina." "Hey, don't take your frustrations out on me, I'm an innocent bystander watching as world war three breaks out." She joked, lightly. "Sorry, it's just, I don't know what's changed but every time I look at her I just get so angry."

"I didn't say it wasn't justified, just worried about you guys, I'm friends with both of you and it's not nice seeing you two like this," Dina's hand went to rest on her hip as she spoke, emphasised her point, she sighed before continuing, "At least try and get laid tonight, fresh blood might make you less angry." She joked.

"Dina!" You groaned, before turning away from her and returning to the living room where people were beginning to show up.

A few hours go by and the party is in full swing, it wasn't crowded like last week's but more of a gathering, which you could handle. You had a few drinks, were nowhere near as drunk as some people, but you were at a nice level. You had spent an amount of the night away from your friends, after being introduced by Dina to this girl, Abby, one of the gays Dina had invited in hopes she could wingman you a date.

It was nice. Abby was incredibly attractive, she had long blonde hair and her arms were unlike anyone you had ever met. So muscular and big, you had a thing for slightly more masculine women, that's what got you in this mess with Ellie in the first place. Though, Abby and Ellie were complete opposites and if memory served correctly, you were pretty sure you remembered Ellie saying there was a girl in her class that she hated of the same name. Said girl had been involved in an altercation with Ellie, you honestly didn't remember why. You wondered if they were the same person.

Abby had completely distracted you from your worries with Ellie, revelling in the straight-forward way she would flirt with you and touch your thigh. It was nice to feel wanted.

Someone wasn't impressed, though. Ellie had been a sour mood all day because Cat had refused to come to the party with her, claiming that Ellie still had feelings for you and that's why she always cared enough to pick fights with you. Ellie denied this causing Cat to immediately break up with her on the spot. You had been on her mind today more than she cared to admit, and seeing you flirt with someone she absolutely despised, watching as Abby placed her hand on your exposed thigh, simply put, it pissed her off.

Dina watched Ellie carefully, not uttering a word when she saw her rolling her eyes at you both. "Can you believe that shit?" Ellie said, pointing at you from across the room. "Of all people, why is she entertaining that asshole?" "Ellie-," Dina was interrupted, "Laughing like her jokes are funny, she's the most boring person I've ever met," "Do-," "Who does she think she is?" "Ellie!" Dina shouted, "If you're that bothered, stop staring."

"I'm not staring.. they're just fucking gross." Ellie sighed, taking a swig of her beer. "You're staring. Go take a walk or something," Groaning, Ellie got up deciding to to the bathroom. Not that she needed it, she just couldn't bear the sight of you two any longer.

She stepped her way up the stairs, music and alcohol causing her to suddenly realise she was a bit more waved than she originally thought, either that or she got up too fast.

Stepping into the bathroom, she rested her hands on either side of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror. She could still feel the anger burn through her chest, igniting further as she remembered the ease with which Abby placed her hands on your thighs and the way you allowed it. Deep down she knew she had no right to be jealous, it was her fault after all. Yet, she cursed to herself as she thought back to the past weeks.

Cat had been right, of course. Ellie was in no way over her feelings for you, they never even left. She was just scared and jumped ship, and now this arguing and pettiness had only been an excuse so that you could have a way of talking to each other. Ellie's thought process was interrupted by someone knocking on the door and she knew her little breather was over and she'd have to face the world again.

Sighing, Ellie lifted herself off the sink and opened the bathroom door, not expecting you to have been the person who was knocking. "Oh, sorry I didn't know you were in there," you stated, your long eyeliner standing out in the dim light of corridor. Ellie had always loved when you wore that.

"It's alright, actually, I kinda wanted to talk to you," You quirked an eyebrow up at Ellie's words, "What did you wanna talk about?" "You should stay away from her, Abby, I mean. She's not a good person," Ellie quipped, the alcohol making her lips a lot looser than they would be if she was stone sober.

"Oh?" your features turned sour, "And who are you to tell me to stay away from her?" "I just wanted to let you know, no need to be a dick about it." "What makes you think I care about your opinions on my love life? You have no right." You were stepping up closer to her, frustration all over your features. "I heard you and Dina talking earlier, if you're gonna sleep with someone out of desperation at least pick someone better." Ellie squinted, her anger levels quickly rising as your voice raised, that seemed to piss you off even more. How dare she?

"If I want to fuck Abby, I will," you paused, noticing the way Ellie's chest was quickly rising as she took deep breaths, "It's none of your business." You voice lowered, Ellie's top lip sneering as she listened to you continue.

"She's nice, she's hot and have you seen her arms? I'm gonna sleep with her and there's nothing you can do to stop that." You whispered, knowing you were playing with fire but you couldn't stop yourself. Were you doing it on purpose? You weren't sure. You saw something in Ellie's eyes snap as soon as the words left your lips.

Within moments, your arm had been grabbed and you were being pulled into the bathroom. Ellie slammed the bathroom door shut and pushed you against it, the back of your head hitting the wood. "You sure about that?" Ellie muttered, she was seething, "I can think of many things I can do to stop that from happening." There was a snarl in her voice, a gruff raspiness that spurred you on.

"What was it specifically that pissed you off?" You teased, "The fact that it was her or the fact that it wasn't you?"

Ellie's hands trailed down to the back of your thighs, the only barrier being your long dress, with a firm grip she squeezed, causing a sigh to escape your lips. Truthfully, your comment about Abby's arms had touched a nerve, and Ellie found herself wanting to prove that she was just as strong as that meathead that was flirting with you. "Brave words for someone who threw a hissy fit the other day because she saw me with Cat."

You brought your hands from your sides to the back of Ellie's neck, silently wrapping your arm around her shoulders, Ellie's grip still tight on your thighs. Her face nearing your neck, "It's funny," Ellie whispered, before placing kisses on the space behind your ear, "You talk all this game about letting her fuck you, but darling, I'm the best that you've had, face it."

Her hands travelled up your legs, before landing at the curve of your behind, you swallowed a gasp, feeling her tease you through your dress, not wanting her to know the power she had over you in this moment. You were embarrassed at your own silence, not knowing how to reply to her words.

"Abby could do a better job," As soon as you said it, you regretted it. Ellie was certainly not impressed, hands clutching at your dress as she slowly lifted up the fabric, exposing your legs to her. "Oh yeah?" her gaze flickered down to your lips, "You want me to call her up here and show her how much you can't stand me?"

You stayed silent, her words spurring you on more that you expected, "Cos I can do that."

The distance between your lips had closed, Ellie pressing softly against yours as the music thumped in the background. Her hand travelled up from your thighs, caressing your sides as she reached the back of your head. You couldn't hold yourself back any longer, deciding to press into the kiss and wrap your arms around Ellie's neck. You could feel her smirking into the kiss as her fingers tightened around your hair, evoking a sigh out from your lips.

"You always did like when I did that," Ellie basked in the memories of your past relations, something she regretted losing. You two just always seemed to understand each other at that level, your bodies working together, she knew exactly what you liked and you knew exactly what she liked. It just worked.

It was no different this time around, just with a little added bitterness. All the tension from the arguing, the snide remarks and jealousy over the past few months seemed to have been leading to this exact moment. A cathartic release of pressure that had been building up.

"Shut up, Williams."

She chuckled as her lips went down your neck, kissing down to your collarbone as she sucked, intentionally leaving a lovely purple symbol marked on your skin. A symbol that you were hers, and she was going to let everyone else see it. Let Abby try and flirt with you now. Your chest heaved up and down, anticipating the gentle touch of her hand lifting your skirt, exposing your legs more than they already were. You felt a tightness at your core, even amidst your anger towards her, you still reacted in this way.

"You're so soft, for a girl so frigid." she muttered into your neck, kneading the skin of your thighs, her hand was so close to where you wanted her. "You're an asshole," You breathed out, back arching into the door, pressing you closer into it as Ellie moved her body closer to yours. "Oh yeah?" she paused, "Is that why you're letting me touch you like this?" Her hand trailed closer to your centre, fingers skimming over your underwear, her raspy voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Because I'm such an asshole?" Her words dripped like honey, and suddenly you were melting. "Fuck," you sighed, your head falling down to her shoulders for support, suddenly feeling out of breath as her fingers teased around your most sensitive spot. "What was that, pretty girl?" her finger clutched on to the cotton fabric and slid underneath it, sliding the cloth to the side as she teased her finger through your dampened folds.

"Fuck, Ellie.." you gasped, your hips jutting towards her hand, a futile attempt to relieve some of the tension between your legs as Ellie retracted her finger from you. "No, no, pretty girl, that isn't how this works," You groaned, hearing distant chatter in the corridor outside of the bathroom as you were suddenly reminded of the outside world. "Ellie, please," you whispered, conscious that you would be heard by the partygoers. "Please, what?" She hummed, enjoying dragging this out, it was all a power play to her. You knew that, but you thrived off it just as much as Ellie did.

"Please," you rocked your hips into her hand again, "Need you to fuck me, Els." Upon hearing you, she restarted her movements, skimming your folds with her fingers once again, your mouth was agape, letting out tiny whimpers at the feeling of her fingers against your clit. "That's a good girl," she smirked as she watched you, her scarred eyebrow flicking upwards, her eyes full of mirth. Your hand reached towards the back of her head, grabbing on to the elastic that held her bun in place as you pulled, tugging her head backwards slightly as some strands of her auburn hair fell out of place, looking almost as disheveled as you felt.

Spurred on by your actions, Ellie had decided to insert two of her fingers into you, emitting a wanton gasp to fall from your open lips. You clenched around the intrusion, feeling as her fingers sloppily dipped in and out of your soaked core, filthy sounds bouncing around the room. You bit back moans as Ellie buried her slender fingers deep into your folds, groaning at the indecent sounds of your slick against her digits.

"Fuck," you accidentally moaned, and a lot louder than either of you had expected, causing Ellie to let go of her grip of her fingers on the back of your head and into your open mouth. Taking the hint, you sucked on her fingers, drool slipping out from between your lips as she fucked your mouth. Suppressing your moans, your eyes rolled shut as Ellie slid another finger into your centre, relishing at the sight of you. Fingers stuffed in your mouth with one hand, fingers glistening with your slick as she rocked in and out of you with the other. Your flawless eyeliner now smudged and smeared all over your eyes, with a single stream cleared from a tear that had fallen from your eyes at the pleasure you were feeling. You were a sight she wanted to keep in her memory for the rest of her life.

"You're so fucking hot, babygirl, but you gotta stay quiet for me," The pads of her fingers met with the walls of your core, hitting you at a deeper angle than before. How the fuck were you meant to stay quiet like this? Was she doing this on purpose?

"Unless you want everyone here to know how good I'm fucking you," Her words were inching you closer, when you suddenly felt her fingers retract from your mouth and her body dipping down, kneeling in front of you. Her antsy hands fumbled over the fabric that was still tight against your hips, ripping them down so she could have complete access to you.

"You look so good when you're being fucked, pretty girl." You felt her head reach closer towards your centre, you breathed in a sigh as her hand grabbed hold of your leg and placed it over her shoulder. Her tongue licked gentle stripes up your folds, as she continued her movements with her hands, fucking into you as she licked your cunt like she was starved.

"You taste so good, baby," she breathed out, "Ellie- fuck.." you moaned, not trusting yourself to keep quiet as you covered your face and mouth with your arms. Ellie looked up at you, watching your face contort with the pleasure she was giving you, holding your arms against your face to keep yourself quiet. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, Ellie seemingly knowing exactly what to say to bring you closer and closer.

"Wanna tell me again how you're going to go fuck Abby?" she paused, fingers still in a consistent, deep motion inside you, "Because it seems like you've changed your mind, angel." You were never going to go and actually fuck this girl, you had just said that to rile her up, Ellie knew this, yet she couldn't hold her tongue from saying these things to you.

"Ellie, shit," you gasped, "I don't want anyone else," Your hand moved down to her disheveled hair, forcing her head closer to you as you rocked your hips into her face, pure desperation. "I'm the only one who can make you feel like this, don't forget that," And she was right. Within seconds of her reconnecting her tongue to your centre, fingers still pushing into you, you felt all control of your body leave you. Shaking and writhing on her face as she brought you closer to your peak, your juices sliding down Ellie's chin.

Moaning and gasping, you dragged her face up to yours, capturing her lips in an ardent kiss as you could taste yourself on her lips. You felt her fingers slowly slide out you and let out a final moan. Your hands started to trail down Ellie's sides, grasping at her clothes in an attempt to take them off her.

"No, no, baby. None of that, I'm going to leave you right here," she chuckled, feeling your desperation, "You know where I'll be, when you're tired of flirting with strangers, give me a call."

And she left you, in your fucked out haze, all delirious and dazed, in the bathroom of Dina's party.

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#i wrote this whilst i was high so if there's any mistakes I apologise #tiny lil nugget for u guys i had to get it out of my system #i need her so bad (she's not real)#college ellie just does something to me #shes so gf #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader smut #tlou smut #the last of us smut

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Home. (ALT ENDING) || cbf!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Rating: M Words: 3K (this one got away from me, sorry) Pairing: cbf!Simonxafab!reader / teen!Simonxteen!Reader Summary: Teen Simon and his best friend often spend their nights away from their respective houses because they found a home in each other… CW: mentions of psychological issues, mentions of self-harm, mentions of therapy Tags: you/your pronouns, hurt/comfort, ANGST, forgiveness, catharsis. a/n: not proofread. THIS IS THE HAPPY ENDING. I'M STILL NOT HAPPY WITH IT, BUT IT IS WHAT IT IS.

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Anyone would say that Simon Riley is good.

Good company for going out drinking.

A good partner for duos in training.

A good shot.

A good soldier.

A good candidate.

A good recruit.

A good lad.

But Simon would say he’s a bad, bad man.

Even before he took this job.

Destined to rot from the inside out.

To become the things he’s promised himself to not ever become.

Finding a way out of home, out of the trauma, only works if some of it is not already inside of you.

Slowly eating you up.

Ever-lasting.

All-consuming.

That’s what Simon figured out in the last 15 years.

Grief.

Depression.

Rage.

Antisocial tendencies.

Psychopathy.

PTSD.

Compartmentalization of emotions and trauma.

Tendencies for self-harm and self-sabotage.

Fear of vulnerability.

Trust issues.

An inclination for isolation.

A past muddled by juvenile delinquency and early drug and alcohol use.

An avoidant attachment style in any relationships he attempts to form due to an inability to truly connect with others.

An identity crisis stemming from low self-worth and a disturbed self-image.

The list goes on.

Simon would say he’s got it all under control.

But any Army-appointed psychiatrist would disagree.

And he’s too valuable of an asset to let go of…

Just the ‘depression’ diagnosis would land the average soldier on a watchlist and the ‘tendencies to self-harm’ would get anyone a medical discharge and interned into a psych ward.

Thank God Simon’s not the average soldier.

Price has been pulling strings to keep him around, calling in favors to people for his sake and getting people to turn a blind eye to the fact Simon Riley has not gone to a single routine psych check in the better part of a decade.

In exchange, however, that forced Simon to take a deal with Price and instead see an off-site psych expert. A friend of Price’s, a retired psychiatrist who has no way of getting him discharged.

As such, every time he goes on leave he drives some 4 or so hours from Hereford to a small village in Cumbria up north to see her. He always spends the first week of his leave there, in a chalet right smack in the middle of the Lake District National Park… It’s peaceful and nice. Over those 5 to 7 days, he talks about anything and everything.

At first he hated it, but with time, it did bring him clarity on a lot of his issues without any sort of danger or judgement. In her words, Dr. Armstrong had been dealing with John’s shit for “far too long”, and nothing Simon would tell her would make a dent on the appalling things she’s heard… And true to her word, Simon hadn’t spotted any shock or discomfort in her, even as he spoke of some utterly vile things.

She made him feel heard, understood, welcome… alive, even if more often than not he didn’t quite feel human. He always came in the door like the ghost of his moniker, a shadow, with steps too hard, body too stiff, breathing too tense, eyes too sharp… And left with an ease and lightness uncharacteristic to someone like him… Dr. Armstrong unraveled all the damage during those 5 to 7 grueling days… Only for him return to base and begin the process of hardening himself once again.

He’s thirty-three, you’re thirty-two today.

He dragged himself out of the comfortable bed in the guest house nearby to the chalet, and threw on a hoodie and some slides before he ventured out to the main house across the stepping stone walkway and into the house through the sliding glass doors.

Dr. Armstrong was already at the breakfast nook in the kitchen when he came in. She’s not quite gone gray, but she’s getting there. Her face is steadily getting more wrinkled compared to 10 years ago when this started. She’s wearing a light blue robe and a set of warm pajamas. Her hair cut into a pixie à la Judi Dench. “Good morning, Simon.”

Simon, meanwhile, is all disheveled, hair sticking up from having just woken up, face peppered with a 5 o’clock shadow, eyes still crusty and face unwashed. “Mornin’.” He grumbled as he poured himself a cup of tea and popped two slices of bread into the toaster.

“How did you sleep?” She asked him as she regarded him over her green-frame reading glasses, which adorned the tip of her nose. She took a sip of a black mug with a cat’s whiskers drawn in it in white.

“Same as usual…” He replied as he stirred some milk into his tea. He grabbed the plain toasted bread and plopped it into a plate and began to turn to join her at the table when she set down her tea mug and leaned her elbows on the table, giving him a pointed look with a cocked brow.

Holding back a groan akin to a moody teenage boy’s, he set down the plate and cuppa, and grabbed some butter and a knife, spreading it over the toasted bread. He was thankful that Dr. Armstrong forced him to take care of himself, he was… But it doesn’t mean he was happy about it. “How did you sleep?” He returned.

“Slept well, thank you.” She replied and kept a stern watch over him as he reached the fridge and grabbed a yogurt and a small box of raspberries. He poured the yogurt into a bowl, topped it with the fruit and a drizzle of honey from the bowl in the corner of the counter, and then took his slightly more nutritious meal to the table.

She watched him closely as he began to eat his buttered toast, letting him have a moment of stewing in the ‘forced’ meal. She took off her glasses, folding them shut, and set them aside, along with her tablet, and stared at him.

In a way, Simon was more of a son than a patient to her, after so many years helping undo the damage the military and his childhood wracked on his head. He looked forward to the routine, needed it, so much that if he didn’t have these moments with her as often as he had grown accustomed to, he’d start acting a bit erratic. A bit more prone to violence, a bit harder to contain, a bit harder for John to keep a handle on. “What’s on your mind this morning?” She asked him with a cocked brow.

He finished his toasted and wiped his mouth. Then he started toying with the spoon resting on the edge of his yogurt bowl. “That it’s a bad week to be here.” He told her.

“And why is it a bad week, Simon?” She asked him as she leaned her head on her palm.

“There was this girl,” He began to say before he spooned some yogurt into his mouth. He had long stopped wearing a mask while staying over at Dr. Armstrong’s house. His scars were always on display for her to see. “who I grew up with. Her birthday is this week.”

The older woman nodded her head as she watched him closely. “I see. And… this ‘girl’... Was she a friend? A girlfriend?”

“I guess.” Simon said as he ate another spoon of yogurt, brown eyes lowered and focused on the red raspberries suspended atop the fatty yogurt. “We were like…” He trailed off. “She was… erm…” He stopped again and exhaled through his nose.

“I see.” The doctor said as she kept watching him. He kept eating quietly. “And… I assume you don’t talk to her anymore?” She asked.

“No.” Simon replied. “After I joined the Army, she moved away from Manchester and we lost contact.” He said softly.

“Do you still think about it?” She asked him. “About her?”

“Sometimes.” He admitted as he stirred his spoon in his bowl before sighing again and eating another spoonful. “A few times a year… Around her birthday, and mine. And Christmas… And the anniversary of the day we met…” He listed.

“And how does it feel…? Nice? Sad? Bittersweet?” She trailed off, knowing sometimes Simon needed help verbalizing his emotions.

“Sad.” He replied bluntly and ate a couple of spoonfuls of yogurt in a row before pushing the now empty bowl aside with the spoon resting inside of it.

“And cruel.” The woman watched as he rolled his shoulders, a bit tense, and raised his irises to look at her, eyes softened. “It’s been 15 years since she left Manc, left me and I-” He trailed off.

Looking away, he kept talking, and talking. “I still think about her. I think I’m okay, I think I’m doing good, doing better, and then those dates come and I’m reminded that she exists, that she’s out there, that she… that she went off and found herself a place and I’m here, and have nothing to show for it, just some stupid fucking medals pinned to the breast of my suit and blood on my hands that doesn’t wash off in the fucking sink.” He hissed bitterly, his eyes unfocused as he poured it all out.

“She was like me. We did everything together, were basically attached at the hip. She was my partner in crime, like a home away from home. Sure, dad beat me and mum, and scared us all and I’m much better now and I’ve grown up, but nothing feels okay. Nothing feels normal or good. It’s all just… just bullshit!” He hissed, his breathing beginning to grow faster. “I go through the motions but I don’t feel okay, I don’t feel safe.” He turned his head away from Doctor Armstrong.

“The last time I felt safe I was in her arms, looking into her eyes and telling her that I loved her for the first time and making all these promises for a future that didn’t happen. A future I stole from the two of us.” He grumbled. “And the worst part is that I used to blame her for leaving, for seeking out a better life, a better place! Maybe I still blame her… But it’s not her fault. It’s really not.” Simon’s eyes began to water in a way they never have before.

“It’s all my fault. There’s no one to blame but me. The last conversation we had was a stupid fucking argument where I looked her in the eyes, the girl I loved, and told her to stop relying on me… She was looking to me for help, to get her out, to get us both somewhere safe…” He stopped and pressed his lips together to contain a sob. His eyes squeezed shut as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“I was going to marry her.” He confessed and groaned. “I came back from Aghanistan and bought a ring, because while I was out there, with bullets whizzing past me and watching my brothers in arms fall like flies, all I wanted was to do was go back to her… And I was completely expecting her to be there… To be waiting for me…” He trailed off. “After I broke her heart and told her to leave… I… I somehow expected her to have been weak… to have stayed. And she was strong enough to leave.” He nodded as he pondered on it.

“And the worst part is that I want to know what happened to her. I want…” He trailed off. “I know it’s been so long and she probably doesn’t think about me and even if she did, she wouldn’t want to ever step foot anywhere near her and it’s not like I want to see her, or to meet with her or to… I don’t know, pick up where we left off?” He ranted more and more. “I just… I want to know she’s okay, I want to know she’s alive. I pray every year that she didn’t turn to hard drugs and die of an overdose on a street corner somewhere… I…” He trailed off. “I need her to be alive and healthy and safe and… happy.”

Doctor Armstrong’s eyes softened as a lightbulb went off in her head. She had finally found the genesis to most of Simon’s issues. The grief of the past, the depression, the antisocial tendencies, his propenture for isolation, his fear of vulnerability, his trust issues, his inability to truly connect with others, the avoidant attachment style to any relationships he does attempt to have…

It was because he was attached to her, whoever this girl he spoke of was. He grieved her, he missed her, he couldn’t pursue a meaningful relationship when he had lost such a deep one… A relationship, an attachment, formed through trauma, unhealthy, sure, but one that resulted in a bond. Any attempts of his to ‘move on’ felt wrong and soured quickly. And until now she couldn’t figure out why that was… thinking he just kept unhealthily self-sabotaging… until now.

That morning was a first in many ways. Simon was speaking unprompted, Simon was voicing his emotions, Simon was confronting his past, Simon was admitting to his mistakes, Simon was expressing his wants. He was not just opening up, but he was actively prioritizing his wants, his feelings… It was huge for someone whose sense of self was as skewed as Simon’s.

It only took ten years… But they were making progress.

‘You just have to write her a letter, Simon. Let her know you don’t mean to impose on her life, but that you simple hope she’s doing well, thank her for having been part of your life. Keep it simple, concise. You can do that.’

Dr. Armstrong severely underestimated Simon’s ability to follow her request. Granted, most of the time he follows them no problem… But when it comes to you? Yikes.

‘Simple, concise’ became 38 and a half pages. None of it proofread. He felt like he passed out and when he woke up he had 38 pages of straight up gibberish, half-baked thoughts and equally half-baked pages. He doesn’t even remember what the fuck he wrote (probably because he was drunk and high, his first time smoking in 15 years).

Trying to read it gave him a headache, so he just transfered it into a Word document, the only file in an all-black slide-out USB drive, and stuffed the USB and a note saying ‘From Simon Riley’ into an envelope. He didn’t even dare send it himself. He simply dropped it off in the mail-out box at base and and called it a day.

That was 3 months ago.

As he lays in bed after dinner, he silently hopes to God that you’re ignoring him and tossed out the USB drive without even reading the mess of text in it… Or even that the address Laswell’s analysts found for you in Scotland was wrong.

But he also can’t bear to imagine someone else opening the envelope, checking the USB drive and finding that letter and-

A buzzing awakes him from his thoughts and he looks across the room to his phone which is charging on his desk in the corner. He moves across the room swiftly, finding a number he doesn’t recognize has sent him a text.

It has to be you. He’s careful with his number, he doesn’t give it out willy-nilly. Only Price, Laswell and Nik have it. And you, since he included it in the document.

Taking a deep breath, he clicks the text on the screen, his brown eyes screwing shut as if it was about to explode. Or maybe it was just his heart racing that made him feel that.

He was afraid.

Simon Riley was afraid.

The Ghost wouldn’t protect him now.

Not from you.

Or, rather, not for the way Simon might react when it comes to you.

Deep breaths, Simon told himself.

Deep breaths.

In…

… and out.

Throwing open his eyes, he looked at the screen, finding one tiny little paragraph in the bright green chat bubble:

hi riley… read your letter a bunch of times… truth be told i didnt know how to answer it, been trying to find what to say for weeks on weeks now and coming up short. if ur free anytime soon can we just have a call over the phone? might be easier. if not then im glad to hear ur fine and that u found success x

Simon reads and rereads your text over and over and over…

And then something in him snaps. He clicks the phone button next to your unsaved contact and then stares at the screen, eyes wide and frantic, not even considering that you might not be ready, that you might be busy, that you asked for ‘one of these days’ and not ‘right now’...

The call connects.

Simon holds his breath.

And so do you, he can hear your little gasp.

The counter at the top of the screen ticks by.

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Simon’s eyes begin to well up with tears, he can hear your breath on the other side, but he’s too much of a coward to say anything.

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Thank God that you’re not.

You’ve always been stronger than him.

“Riley?” You whisper his name.

Taking a deep breath, he opens his mouth to speak… But all that escapes him is a stupid little “Hm?”

You pause again, your breath catching in your throat again… before you say it:

“I forgive you.”

His world nearly collapses at that moment and a sob escapes him, a sound so pathetic and weak that he wants to beat himself over it before Dr. Armstrong’s words ring in his head:

‘You can’t keep suppressing your emotions, it’s okay to cry.’

And so he does. He sobs, audibly so, big fat tears running down his face as he lets his back hit the wall and slide down it until he’s sat on the floor.

“Riley…” You whimper, and it sounds like you’re on the verge of crying as well.

He doesn’t want to make you cry. He really doesn’t…

But he can’t stop…

For the first time in forever, he feels exactly the one thing Dr. Armstrong has told him he deserves to feel:

At peace.

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bones4thecats · 7 months

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A/N: Final part featuring out Norse Pantheon boys Odin and Loki, enjoy once again!!

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(As he becomes your husband, Thor is your son, so this is set way before then)

🪶 Odin never has been a very talkative person, really the only reason you could tell that he didn’t hate you was because of how he allowed you to spend time with him

🪶 And his birds liked you

🪶 He and you both are important figures in the Norse Pantheon, and because of that, you both were located nearby each other because of work

🪶 Odin was fairly protective of you in many different scenarios, but it was normally just him glaring, nothing farther, until now

🪶 Zeus was trying to lay a hand on your waist, and by what he was suspecting, he was trying to seduce you so he could get into your pants, like he did with many other women before you

🪶 He just walked up to you, showed off his dangerous aura, making Zeus show his as well

🪶 While Zeus just laughed it off and bidded you both adieu before walking off, leaving you and the Supreme God of Norse Mythology alone

🪶 Odin looked at you and began to speak with such words that it shocked you

“ Y/N, I cannot stand seeing you being ogled by other men, and that is the honest truth. So, would you do me the pleasure of being my S/O till our hearts stop and our power falls? “

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🐍 Oh the old trickster duo

🐍 You guys played tricks on everyone all of the time, it didn’t matter if you were family or the closest friends in Valhalla, you played tricks on them all

🐍 Loki and you just smiled at each other while they writhed around in the upmost embarrassment from you both throwing a bag of donkey vomit on their heads

🐍 Once fateful day, Loki was bored, which was happening way more often, so, he decided to venture out and find you, little did he know, he'd regret it

🐍 He walked through your palace's hallways in search of you when he heard you threaten someone as they, seemingly, laughed

🐍 Peering into your main room, he saw the Greek God of the Sun, Apollo, flirting with you, and it sent his mind into a frenzy

🐍 How dare he flirt with you when it was obvious you and he belonged together?! Not you and that arrogant prick-head!

🐍 He strode up to you and turned into a cockroach, causing the God to scream and run away, leaving the two of you standing there laughing

" Smooth scare, Loki! I was about to do the same if he wasn't staring at me directly in the eyes. " " Well, how about we go and prank some of the other Greek Gods, ooh, maybe we should pass by Shiva's place, I heard he's having practice today with that other Hindu God, Rudra! "

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velocesainz · 7 months

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Hii I saw you asked for ideas, it might sound weird but maybe a max x reader story about him falling in love with reader when hes with Kelly still and them breaking up and choosing reader? Idk fluff,smut whatever i would be interested no matter what😌

Sounds quite interesting, hope you enjoy!

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We're meant to be

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Summary: Max and y/n are co-workers and good friends. Max develops feelings for her while he is dating Kelly. What happens when Kelly finds out about Max's feelings?

Warnings: none, fluffy

Pairing: Max x driver!fem!reader

Third person POV:

Ever since y/n joined Red Bull racing, there had never been a single moment of sadness.

Y/n was loved by one and all. She was an icon in so many people's eyes.

Her and Max were the greatest duo the paddock had ever seen. Winning races upon races, most with a 1-2 finish with both alternating top position.

They were an odd pairing for sure. Fiery rage paired up with calm and collectedness? Unheard of.

Max POV:

I was walking around the paddock when I bumped into y/n who was holding a massive camera in her hands and interviewing people around her.

"Oh hey Max! Are you excited for today's race? Who do you think will win?" She asked me in her most 'formal' voice.

I chuckled and responded "I am quite excited for today's race, Belgium is like my second home. I would say I will win today but something tells me otherwise" I added that last line since she was looking at me as if she was going to murder me if I didn't say she would win.

"Thanks Max! Catch you later" was all she said before she skipped away happily.

God she's so beautiful. She's kind. It gives me butterflies.

Wait...

Am I...

In love?

I've never felt this with anyone, not even Kelly. I mean she's nice and all but I don't think she's the one for me.

How will I break the news to her? I'll have to figure out.

Kelly POV:

I was looking around for Max when I saw him talking to y/n, who was interviewing him by the looks of it.

After she left he kept staring at her and started blushing. Was he in love with her?

It wouldn't be very unlikely. He hasn't really been very affectionate lately and he's been spending more time with either her or Penelope.

I feel like he's falling out of love with me.

How can he recklessly fall in love like that? I'm his girlfriend!

I have to get him to stop interacting with y/n, otherwise I'll lose him. I need him for the money, I can't lose him at any cost.

Y/n POV:

I felt Max staring at me as I left or maybe i was imagining things. I am so madly in love with him I might be delusional, but he loves someone else.

I sigh and continue interviewing people as I was told by Martin Brundle who was trying to make a fun behind the scenes episode for sky sports.

Timeskip:

I got out of the car and stood proudly on top of my car, my 5th race win this season and I was officially in the lead in the drivers championship.

After podium celebrations I was making my way to my driver's room to relax for a bit before interviews when I heard some yelling coming from Max's room.

Being the curious person I was, I eavesdropped.

Max POV:

I was relaxing in my room after a decent race, P2 was a pretty good result.

Suddenly the door slammed open revealing my angry girlfriend, oh god this was going to be hell.

"Stop talking to y/n from this instant on." She said curtly.

"Who are you to tell me who I can talk to and who I can't huh?" I snapped back

"IM YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND. WHO IS LOOKING OUT FOR YOU! I SEE THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HER-" she screamed.

"WELL JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU GET TO CONTROL MY LIFE! AND YEA MAYBE I LIKE Y/N SO WHAT?" I yelled. This girl is getting on my nerves.

"SEE YOU ADMIT IT YOURSELF! YOU LIKE HER! EVEN WHEN YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! HOW SHAMELESS CAN YOU BE?" She continued

"You know what? I'm done. Done with this relationship. You've never been supportive ever. It's as if you're with me for my money and that it. So kindly get the fuck out, gold digger" I was so happy to get all the feelings against her off my chest.

She looked at me in disbelief and walked out.

Y/n walked in right after Kelly left. Did she hear the argument?

"Are you alright Max? That argument sounded intense" she asked with concern showing in her eyes

"Yeah. I'm alright. Did you..uhm hear what we argued about?" I questioned

"Uhm...yea" she replied shyly

God I loved this woman so much

I walked up to her and kissed her.

The world seemed to fade away. I had the woman of my dreams in my arms I was never going to let her go.

#f1 x reader #f1 #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen angst #max verstappen fluff #formula 1

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chronicchaotic · 3 months

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hello tumblr i come back from the dead to propose my newest au proposition: the two wonderful game universes of portal 2 and jazzpunk plastered together to create a masterpiece of combined media. using the characters from portal 2 and the overall story, locations, and aesthetic of jazzpunk, i am coming up with a full fledged story that i believe you guys could find interesting yourselves :)

up above are the designs ive labored over for like about a month now LMAOO with the wonderful help of my friend deciding on design choices.

in terms of general story and characters, chell represents polyblank. she is the selectively mute secret agent involved in all of nexus6's endeavors. she is strong, resilient, and is used to being the lone wolf on missions.

wheatley represents the director, however he doesnt take in the exact role that the director traditionally does in the game. wheatley serves as a guide/sidekick for chell and gives general information for each mission him and chell go on. he is clumsy, a chatterbox, and extremely anxiety driven. despite his chatty nature, he is exceptionally great at getting vital info out of others to advance him and chell on their missions.

glados represents the editor, being the main antagonist of the story (obviously). she is an intimidating CEO for a high ranking syndicate responsible for blackmail, asassinations, and information gathering. she secretly stalks chell and wheatley on their missions for unknown reasons.

atlas and p-body represent the editor's goonies. with glados as their boss, they are a go-to duo whos main jobs are typically assassinations or kidnappings. atlas is collected and serious, while p-body is much more curious and quick to jump to decisions.

anyways... thats all for today! hit that like and subscribe button for more updates on my upcoming au! depending on how much traction this post gets, i plan on posting more updates soon!

#jazzpunk #portal #portal 2 #portal 2 au #jazzpunk au #alternate universe #portal 2 fanart #jazzpunk fanart

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lineli225 · 9 months

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Shigaraki Tomura, Izuku Midoriya, and their past selves in Horikoshi's other works, an Analysis.

How their archetypes can be traced back all the way to Hori's oldest works!

Today I finally felt with the energy to write this analysis I've been cooking in my head for some months!

I'll be pulling apart the core elements of each of Hori's past work's protagonist duo and how they are essential to everything Hero Academia has became

It will be long.

First things first, let's start with Horikoshi's first work ever!

1. Tenko One Shot.

This tale tells us the story of two main characters, Hana and obviously, Tenko!

Hana is a woman aspiring to be a samurai, she is hopeful and stubborn, but is shunned down by most and ridiculed by other samurais for being, well, a woman wanting to be something only men can be.

But just like Izuku, she is VERY stubborn, and won't give up her dreams at all.

( You can read the full thing here btw! https://imgur.com/a/v7oBkfx )

Our second protagonist, and main tittle of the story, is a little boy called Tenko, who she meets when he literally attacked her lol

Like Tomura, he has the power to decay anything he touches, and is in seek of revenge, his goal is to destroy all swords after his mother was cruelly killed by a samurai.

Despite all the hatred the feels, he is still a kid, suffering and crying in seek of relief for his grief.

He is known as a vandal, and is being wanted dead or alive by the authorities for interfering in battles.

Hana, gentle and caring, notices the pain in Tenko and takes him with her, to take care of him, after all, he is just a child.

But after being found by an official, believes she has the chance to be recognized as a samurai if she give Tenko to the authorities, and well- it obviously goes terribly wrong- as she is attacked by them instead.

Suddenly realizing how cruel they truly are, she takes her own sword and fight them to defend Tenko, making Tenko also realize, swords can be used to protect and save.

In the end, they end up to saving each other, Hana saving Tenko's heart, making him realize his hatred will never lead anywhere, and lift the weight of his chest by winning a friend, and Tenko making Hana realize war is more than what she thought.

Tenko obviously, is literally Tomura's first prototype, the decay power, the white hair, the hatred, guilt and grieve are all there.

But what if I told you Hana is also, pretty similar to Izuku? Both have a dream that is deemed impossible to reach, due to something they lack, and are a joke to most people, but despite it all they never give up, and manage to reach their goals. They are also strong but gentle and caring ( ngl Izuku might even be more soft than Hana ajhdka)

2. Oumagadoki Zoo

This one, guess what, also have a female protagonist, yes also called Hana.

Aoi Hana is a bubbly, awkward and stubborn girl with her head in the clouds, but teased by everyone, known as "good for nothing" and useless.

She then decides to get a job during summer break, to prove she is more than capable of helping.

As an animal lover, she gets a job at the local Zoo as a cleaner, but she discover that the Zoon principal is a literal bunny person.

Shiina, the other protagonist of the story, is a man-child dude, he was cursed as a kid for being mean to a bunny, turned into a rabbit until he learned to be kind and help animals. Much like Tomura, he is short tempered, a gremlin, a little bitch!

He created the zoo to try to break the curse, and now counts with Hana's help to do so. The zoo, by the way, is also full of cursed half human half animal people!

The manga was canceled, so Hori had to rush the end, it has only 5 volumes, but I believe it would end with Hana finally breaking Shiina's curse.

Well, the similarities to Tomura? Once again through the roof, he is literally Tomura without depression (and scars and wrinkles)! He is a brat, selfish, intelligent and powerful, but incredibly dumb, he even refers to the other zoo people as "comrades" the exact same word Tomura refers the League of Villains as! They even sit down the same, careless way! Bad posture kings 🦐

Now, I think you noticed that Hana's story is also familiar? Yes! IZUKU

Both are deemed useless, are clumsy and awkward, and have pretty much low self esteem, but are kind, gentle and loving, and have an altruistic heart!

Just like in Tenko, Hana is key to saving Shiina's heart, and both learn a lot with each other, as Shiina sees the worth in Hana, and Hana sees the kindness in Shiina, evolving each other to the better.

3. Shinka Rhapsody One shot

This one is pretty much lost media, very few people know about it, but i found a thread about it

(thread here https://twitter.com/HeroFletch/status/1273054822162456578 )

It is literally MHA but the quirks work in a different way

This time the first protag is the man and the girl is the second, but it doesn't matter lol

The story happens in a world similar to the one of the raise of quirks in MHA, criminal rate is all time up.

The protagonist Magari/Masashi(idk) is, again, a guy with strong personality, seeking for revenge and power, as his family was murdered by a serial killer

He got a power similar to Kirishima's, but oh boy his face and personality is just Tomura all over again, Hori's favorite OC

And guess what??? Ohh he also has a female companion helping him???? YES HE DOES!

Her name is Aoi, yes, like Aoi Hana from the zoo one, yes guess what, yes, bubbly awkward, yes.

She is an aspiring detective and has the habit of asking people if they like Katsudon, her favorite food.

Wait... Katsudon? As favorite food... Where I saw this before-

4. Boku no Hero One shot.

here if u wanna read https://yesmangas1.com/manga/boku-no-hero-ym23733/one-shot#1

This one is a break to the pattern, no Shigaraki look alike, no Aoi Hana, but, someone who is pretty similar to her in personality:

Jack Midoriya

Jack Midoriya is a quirkless man in a super society, his job is to sell support items, but he is too awkward, clumsy and stubborn, causing more problems than helping, he has an impossible dream of becoming a hero, so he tries to become the first quirkless hero! (it goes wrong)

There is a girl in this story too, i guess she is this Izuku's Uraraka, they are both literally the same in personality, so i guess hori Split Hana in two for this one.

5. Barrage or Sensei no Bulge

(the second tittle is so funny lmao)

This time hori completly threw everything out and said: fuck the pattern, fuck Hana, fuck Tenko wanabe!

It has literally nothing to do with anything he did previously. Astro, can be similar to Izuku, but hmmm not fit the mold, so i'll just skip lmao, it also was canceled, ending in 2 volumes anyways.

SUMMARY AND CONCLUSION

So far, we can conclude a very recurrent pattern in every work Horikoshi publicized (except barrage lolz)

Protagonist 1:

Is a gentle, caring, stubborn, clumsy and awkward person, they have a heart of a hero, but are often seen as weak, useless, and stupid for dreaming too high. They can be strong when they want to, but feminine and loving too, they are altruistic, loyal, and focused. Their role in the story is to find their own self worth, as well as help the 2nd protagonist break free from a torment.

Protag 2:

A selfish, childish, mean and also stubborn boy, who's heart is filled with hatred, hurt and grief, they are cursed somehow, and besides having a rough exterior, deep inside they are still just a child who seeks relief. Their role in the story, is to after Protag 1 advances, open up and allow themselves to be saved in heart and mind.

Of course, due to the past series length of few pages to only a few volumes, they open up to each other and befriend rather quickly, but MHA is well- 40 volumes long by now, ofc course P.2 will give much more trouble to open up, it's not that easy to cure someone's bitterness and guilt!

Which leads to Horikoshi's last work, My Hero Academia.

The story of protagonist 1 incarnated as a mix of every character Hori wrote before as Izuku Midoriya, a quirkless boy who feels useless, but has a big dream, a kind heart and the desire to save.

And also the story of MHA's society's biggest victim, a childish man who has been hurt in every possible way, by every person he dared to trust, be it his own family or his "sensei", Tomura Shigaraki is nothing but a child at heart, crying onto his puppy, waiting for the one who will save him.

This is undeniable, I was already sure with everything I've read in MHA that Tomura is getting saved, Izuku yelled it himself, and the narrative is walking towards that.

But after analyzing Hori's part works, and see how wholesome and hopeful his stories are, how he desires to transmit the message that everyone deserves a second chance, i have no doubt.

Tomura is DESTINED to be not only saved, redeemed or live, but to have a happy ending and finally have a friend to trust.

As every story so far ended with the kind one befriending and becoming a pillar to the hurt one.

Izuku and Tomura are more than the heart of My hero Academia, but also the heart of everything Horikoshi wants to tell to the world.

They are fated to end the same way every time, in every universe.

BESTIES ARC IS COMING.

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Work Wives

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You and Natasha work together as teachers and are coaches. Everyone calls you work wives, despite being just friends. Perhaps you are destined to love each other as more

Note: Hey y’all! This one is self indulgent ngl, but I do think it turned out cute. Enjoy!

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Natasha Romanoff is often described as your work wife. As a general rule of thumb, if someone is looking for Natasha Romanoff then they should look in your classroom. Nat always seemed to be in there with you.

In the mornings, you two would be chatting about lesson plans for the day. Natasha teaches science while you teach literature and writing. In the afternoons, you would be talking about coaching your respective sports teams. Nat coaches soccer and you coach volleyball.

Together you make the perfect duo at work. So much so that sometimes people mistake you for being actual wives. You can’t say the idea of that doesn’t make your heart flutter. Sometimes, you have to admit, you do think you have romantic feelings for Natasha. Recently, it’s at the forefront of your mind.

That’s what you’re thinking about as the woman waltzes into your classroom with a morning coffee for you.

“Good morning, y/n,” she greets you happily. You take the cup from her and ignore the shiver that goes through you when your fingers brush against hers.

“Hey Nat. How was last night’s game?” you ask. Nat sits on the edge of your desk as you sit in your desk chair.

“It was alright. We won, but it was sloppy. Practice should be fun tonight,” Nat says with a chuckle.

“Coach Natasha is going to run them, huh?”

“Nah, no more than usual. But we’ll be getting lots of reps in. Although, I am considering cutting out early to come see a certain favorite person of mine coach tonight,” Natasha says sweetly.

“Oh yeah?” you ask her, not even hiding your excitement.

“Yeah. Is that cool?” Nat asks almost shyly.

“Definitely,” you answer.

The school bell rings and Natasha hops off your desk. She usually sticks around until five minutes before homeroom, and you look at her confusedly.

“I have a meeting with Hill this morning. Apparently, one of my students has some stuff going on at home and we have to meet with guidance,” Natasha explains. You nod in understanding. “See you at lunch?”

“Yeah, see you then,” you reply.

You miss the rest of the usual morning conversation you have with Natasha. And some part of you is jealous of Hill for getting to spend time with her. School just started back and you missed seeing her everyday this summer. Your students come in and you greet each one of them, being sure they get a good start to their day.

“Where was Ms. Romanoff this morning?” a student asks you while you are getting the powerpoint for the morning pulled up.

“She had a meeting. Did you need to see her? She has a free period for-” you stop when you look at your students to see them all smiling at you and holding back laughs. “Please enlighten me as to what is so funny.”

“It’s just that, well, she’s kind of your wife, right? Or your girlfriend?” a student asks.

“Oh,” you say with a nervous laugh. “No, Ms. Romanoff is not my wife or girlfriend. We are friends.”

The class mutters some ‘sures’ and some ‘okays’ before you wrangle their attention towards today’s lesson. It feels like first part of the day drags on forever, but you finally get to your lunch break.

You’re excited to see Natasha, but when you go to her classroom you find her sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. She’s crying, you can tell that much by the way her sniffles fill the room. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Natasha cry.

“Natasha? Are you alright?” you ask her as you walk to her.

She looks at you with rosy cheeks and eyes brimming over with tears. You reach out and put a soft hand on her shoulder.

“What’s going on, Nat? You can tell me,” you say softly, mustering your energy to not start crying too.

“It’s my sister. She’s in the hospital. There was an accident. I have to- I need to-“ she rushes out the words and frantically starts to stand up.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” you say. “Let me drive you.”

Nat doesn’t protest as you grab her keys and lead her out of the door. You shoot a text to your principal that you and Nat had to leave.

“What hospital is it?” you ask her once you get in the car. She mumbles the name, and you pull out of the parking lot.

It’s a quiet drive as you feel Natasha’s fear radiating off of her. You don’t know what to say given that Nat didn’t say anything about her sister’s condition. Perhaps she doesn’t know for herself. You drive as quick as you can and follow Nat inside the hospital when you get there.

A doctor tells you that she is in surgery and all you can do is wait. Natasha paces the waiting room, and you sit near her in a chair.

“I’m sure she’ll be okay, Natasha,” you try to ease her worries. She stops pacing and sits down next to you.

“I need her to be okay. She’s my little sister,” Natasha cries.

You reach out to wrap an arm around her shoulder and she leans into you. Her head fits comfortably between your neck and shoulder. It’s the most physical affection you’ve ever shown each other and in different circumstances it would probably feel perfect. Right now, you just wish you could take her worries away.

“It’s going to be okay,” you whisper to her softly as she continues to cry into your shirt.

After an hour, the surgeon finally comes to update you on the situation. You stand back a few respectful steps where you can’t exactly hear the doctor. When Natasha turns and smiles softly at you though, you realize it must be good news.

“Come with me?” she asks you when the doctor tells her that she can see her sister.

“Of course,” you reply. You’d go anywhere with her.

“It’s family only in the ICU,” the doctor says.

“She’s my wife,” Nat replies without hesitation. At her words, the doctor gestures to follow her. You walk next to Natasha, and she reaches for your hand at her side. She grips it tight as she walks down the hallway.

If even possible, Nat grips your hand harder at the sight of her sister laying there in the hospital bed. She’s still sedated and has some clear visible injuries, but the doctor says she should be up soon.

Natasha goes to her side and kisses her cheek. You stay near the door until Nat calls you over to her.

“This is my little sister, Yelena. I’ve been meaning for you two to meet. I guess the universe took care of that for us,” Natasha says with a small laugh. “Yelena will think it’s funny.”

You sit next to her, and she absentmindedly holds your hand again, not that you’re complaining.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure she would be happy to meet your wife,” you say jokingly and Nat blushes.

“Sorry about that. I just didn’t want to come back here alone,” Nat says. You feel guilty for teasing her.

“I get it. Actually, today at school the kids thought we were married,” you tell her.

“Really?”

“Yep. They didn’t sound convinced when I told them otherwise.”

Natasha leans closer to you and you swear she’s going to kiss you. But before she can, you both hear Yelena stir awake and pull away quickly. Nat stands up.

“Hey, I’m here,” Nat says as she grabs Yelena’s hand.

“Hey poser,” Yelena says quietly. Nat smiles and kisses her cheek.

“How are you feeling, sestra?”

“I’ve been worse,” Yelena replies. She looks behind Nat and sees you sitting there. You smile a little awkwardly and she looks back to Nat. “Is that your friend? The one you’re in love with?”

“Yelena, please,” Natasha quietly says. When her sister laughs, Nat can’t help but smile a little. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more,” Nat says.

You excuse yourself to go find the doctor and get Natasha some food. You don’t find anything too great, but you manage to get her a little something. When you get back to Yelena’s room, Natasha is nowhere to be seen.

“She went outside for some air,” Yelena says.

“Thank you,” you tell her. “I’m glad you’re okay, by the way.”

“Me too. And hey, please make a move on my sister. She’s been dying to be with you for so long,” Yelena says.

You only nod and smile politely at her before going outside to find Nat. She’s on a bench and you make your way over to her.

“I got these for you,” you say as you hand her the snacks.

“Thank you, y/n. Thank you for being here today,” Nat says. “Oh, shit, you have a game right now. You’re missing it. I’m so sorry.”

"Anything for you, Natasha,” you assure her. Honestly, the game is the last thing on your mind right now. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I am. And hey about what Yelena said, she was still coming off the medicine, so-“ Natasha pauses, having a hard time covering her real feelings.

“Are you in love with me?” you ask her point blank. It takes her by surprise. “I mean it’s cool if you are because I am definitely in love with you,” you explain.

She’s stunned as she tries to process your words. You scoot closer to her and caress her cheek softly. Your thumb runs over her lip softly and you lean in for a long, slow kiss.

All of those fairytales about kissing your true love suddenly make sense as Natasha’s lips move against yours. When you finally break for air, Natasha chases after your lips for another kiss.

“I’m in love with you,” Natasha says breathlessly against your lips.

“Be my girlfriend?” you ask her and you both laugh. It feels like a schoolgirl crush thing to say, but Natasha quickly agrees.

You kiss her again and you can’t help but wonder if someday she really will be your wife. Work wives turned into real wives, that’s your dream.

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Familiar Pt 1

After months of starting and stopping this story, here’s the long awaited first part. 🥰

Summary: Reader decides to release a freestyle that breaks the internet. Her first single ever, produced on her own. Many people aren't thrilled with her because she's too pretty, too thick and too rowdy. Nonsense reasons to hate her because she's herself and authentic. Shuri and Riri the hottest couple and producing duo decide to collaborate with reader. Business and pleasure never hit so good.

Trigger: Angst, Drama, Toxicity, Fighting, Cheating, Drugs and Alcohol use.

Tag list: @lppriceisright @callmewifey @briacreations96 @ilovelulu @doramilaj233 @littlebizcuit @ziayamikaelson @andibecamethestars @6-noir @s0lam33y

"Your song is the talk of the internet." Maya says, as you lounge on the sofa in a pair of panties and a cropped tee. You suck on your cherry sweetie as you watch her staring at the comments on her phone.

"I was just talking shit..." You giggle, licking your lips to suck up the flavor.

"Either way, you are talented and now everyone knows what I've always known." Maya smiles, locking her phone and tossing it on the coffee table.

"Yeah?" You toy with the sweetie in your mouth, looking at her pulling her locs into a loose ponytail.

"Co'mere." She says, her southern accent making your insides warm.

"Yuh need fi tawp arrass mi." (You need to stop harassing me) You laugh, as she heads to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. You were fronting, you both knew that as she dried her hands and stalked towards you.

You watched as her hips swayed and you bit your lip. Maya was attractive, beautiful, sweet and so kind. That combination was deadly for you, as you fell harder for her daily.

"Move nuh..." You try to keep a straight face as she straddles you.

"I missed you." Maya pouts, looking at you with her big doe eyes. You kissed her, giving her little pecks.

"Ah lie yuh ah tell!" (You're lying) You laugh, you'd been by her side for every show. While you both had not addressed your relationship publicly. You were always there for her in private, keeping pda to a minimum. As far as anyone knew you were close friends.

You were Bisexual, Out and Proud. However, Maya was still in the closet. You were her first woman relationship and experience. Her label made it clear that her sexuality was a huge sell for her career.

And it was true to a point. Most of her fans were die hard heterosexual women and men. While she had fans a part of the lgbt, her main supporters were the Hetero's.

"Well I missed you today..." She frowns and you roll your eyes before giving her another kiss. She grabs the sweetie from your hand and brings it to her lips and sucks on it. You watch as her tongue swirls around the sweetie, and your core clenched at the way she eyed you.

"Maya, yuh nah get nun ah mi pumpum." (You're not getting any of my pussy) You try to be serious. She strapped you to the point your vagina was sore. You'd banned her for the next few days until you were good to go.

"Baby..." She smirks, placing the sweetie in your glass of water before placing a kiss on your neck.

"No, Maya." You shook your head.

"Baby please...." She begs, sucking on that sweet spot in the juncture of your neck.

"May---" You moan out as she sucks harder, your head falling to the side to give her more access.

"That's it, baby." She coos, licking over the spot she'd sucked on.

"I don't like yuh..." You mutter as she pinches your nipples through the cropped tee. You inhale sharply as she leans down to bite one of your nipples.

"Yes, you do." She grins, before helping you lay on the sofa flat and pulling off the tee and panties. "Don't worry, I just wanna eat it..."

Your body twitches as she settles between your legs and licks your sore pussy from top to bottom. The little minx dipping her tongue inside your hole and swiping your juices with her tongue before going back to your clit to suck.

"Fuck..." You cry out.

A few days after, you and Maya are out at a club. She has her hands wrapped around you, as the two of you dance to the music. She's tipsy and being touchy feely. You try several times to remove her hands from your ass to no avail.

"Babes." You whisper in her ear. "Stop it."

"I wanna get drunk and nastyyyyyy." She sings, as she grinds against you. You frown as she slides a hand under your skirt.

"Bill.. Maya!" (chill) You whisper harshly.

"Baby... why don't you want me to get drunk and nasty?" She whines, wrapping her arms around your neck and pouting. Fuck! You hated when she gave you that look.

"Babes, I would love that but right now isn't the time for that." You sigh. You help her to sit on the lounger in your section. You were being paid to perform your song and Maya was tipsy. She'd had two drinks or so you both thought. The bartender had given her a double shot of tequila in her margaritas. Something that pissed you off because neither one of you asked for a double.

"Gwan guh duh yuh ting, mi wih geh ah yiy pon har." (Go do your thing, I'll watch her) Don assures, and sits beside her as someone calls you to head backstage. You shifted from foot to foot, not wanting to leave her like that but you knew your brother would protect her like his own.

"Just get her some water please." You plead before being led back stage. As you walked through the busy and packed club people screamed and took pictures and videos.

You felt anxious as you got ready to perform. Your heart was racing as you peeked out at the packed club, and looked for Maya in your section. She was eying you with her bedroom eyes, as you looked her over.

"Introducing Twinkle!" The announcer called, and you walked on the small stage. There was over 400 people, the club was packed to capacity with people waiting outside to have a chance at coming in.

"Wah Gwaan!" (What's up!) You shouted, to which everyone greeted you with shouting. "Mi know seh unnuh caan mek a Likkle more noise!" (I know that ya'll can make more noise)

"Mi seh, WAH GWAAN!!" (I said, What's up!) You repeated even louder, watching as the crowd grew louder. "Mek sure unnuh ah video mi and tag mi. Best videos ah guh get reposted." (Make sure ya'll are recording me, best videos will be reposted)

"So, This song is dedicated to all of the gyals weh nuh know fi shut dem tinkin mouth. Fuck You." (Girls that don't know to shut their stinking mouth)

Camera's all start flashing on you, as everyone angles their phones to record you. You feel a rush of excitement and happiness fill you as the music starts. You do your thing, hyping up the crowd. You wine to the beat, getting into a squat and emphasizing the words of the song.

"Which Gyal, can seh she stress me out? That a fuckin clown! Cuz if a gyal or man seh him bruck she haffe do without... And if she screw she get a box pon har dutty mouth. But this can't real, AUDACITY MUSS BOMBOCLAAT FREE!" You sing, as everyone's screaming the words.

Everyone's singing along and you feel like you're on cloud nine. It's only been a week since the song was released and yet everyone knows the words. As you finish the song, you see Maya staring at you with a smile as she mouths dirty words at you.

As you finish and stop to take a few selfies, pictures and videos you're stopped by a girl with a messy bun at the top of her head. You raise a brow as she's blocking you.

"You're very talented." She says, her eyes taking you in. You raise a brow.

"Thanks."

"Is this a one hit wonder situation or do you plan to take music serious?" She asks and you narrow your eyes at her. "No shade, I just think you could really blow up the music scene and it'd be shit if you were only just dropping this song."

"I mean... I'm not sure. The song was really just me talking shit. I've never really thought about taking music seriously. I highly doubt people really wanna hear what I'd have to say..." You shrug. You liked singing but didn't think you'd make it as a celebrity. You had no filter, were outspoken and did as you pleased for the most part.

"And what is it you have to say?" She asks, seductively.

"I--"

"What a small world!" Maya says in her 'I don't like this bitch' tone. She was a sweetheart but when she was tipsy or drunk, the rowdy rebel came out.

"Maya? Hey..." The girl smiles, you could see the feeling was mutual. Your eyes swung between the two.

"Rina right?" Maya asks, stepping closer to you until your arms touched.

"Rianna, but I prefer Riri." The girl-Riri corrects her.

"Hmmmmm, well Rina it was soooo good seeing you!" Maya smiles a devious smile, while taking your hand and 'accidentally' bumping Riri.

"Sorry...." You call out as Maya leads you towards your section.

"How could you stand there and let her eye fuck you like that!" Maya hisses, turning to face you once you'd gotten to your section.

"B--"

"You know I don't like that hoe!" She grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Riri???" You were confused.

"That midget bitch said my debut album was trash in an interview! Yes Riri!" She was pissed. You realized exactly who Riri was. While Maya had never said her name she would call her midget bitch as she ranted about her shit talking her album.

"First we were just talking about music... she wanted to know if I was releasing more." You explain, trying to calm the little tipsy soldier.

"Sure she did..." Maya huffs. "That hating hoe wouldn't know good music if it was written out for her."

"Wow...." You scoff.

"Baby--" Maya realized how that was taken and instantly moves to grab you.

"You should go back to your place tonight." You inform her before turning your back and heading for the main floor to turn up with everyone around you.

The rest of the night is a blur. You drunk like a fish, partying with your brother, and a few friends. You could see Maya out of the corner of your eye watching you but you ignored her.

Her words hurt. You thought she was your biggest supporter. You knew she was angry and she might not have meant it how it came out but you still were hurt. Her hatred for someone else came before you, she hadn't even said how your first performance was or congratulated you.

As the night went on, Riri approached you again this time with another girl who was tall and equally as attractive as Riri. She introduced herself as Shuri Udaku. You didn't live under a rock. You knew the Udaku name. That family had a hand in everything from the music industry, healthcare, universities, car manufacturing, real estate and more. They were filthy rich. You remembered hearing about T'Chaka and T'Challa's deaths two years before. They'd died in a car crash.

The duo were the hottest producers out as you'd been told. They were very selective of who they worked with and they wanted to work with you. At first you were hesitant. Riri had really hurt Maya's feelings but the more the three of you talked. The more they convinced you to at least think about meeting up with them in their studio.

The very next day, Maya showed up with bouquet upon bouquet of flowers and your favorite meal from a nearby restaurant. As the two of you talked, you had already let it go. As the two of you ate, you decided to bring up Shuri and Riri's offer.

"What would you think of me working with Shuri and Riri?" You say, as you sat on Maya's lap.

You could feel her tense underneath you. You'd hoped she could be impartial considering you were nothing but supportive with her career.

"They belong to our rival label..." She clears her throat.

"Your label." You correct her.

"Baby they'd sign you in a heartbeat--"

"The homophobes that are forcing you to stay quiet about our relationship? I would never align myself with that label..." You couldn't believe she thought that would be an option.

"Why Udaku Records though?" She frowns.

"I looked into it. Their label has a high success rate. Shuri and Riri's songs they produced are on our playlists. They've produced nothing but charters. Not to mention the artists signed to them all have won grammy's." You had already made up your mind. You knew they could help you at the very least release another song or two that would remove the one hit wonder stigma you were sure to receive.

"It sounds as though you've already made up your mind." Maya mumbles, and you turn in her lap to face her.

"Don't be like that babes." You plead. "I support you in everything even when I don't agree. I just want the same from you... I know you don't like Riri, and you don't have to. I just need you to have my back.."

"Fine..." She grumbles.

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you!" You squeal, hugging her.

"Now... what were you saying last night about wanting to get nasty?" You remind her, biting your bottom lip.

After an eventful day and night with Maya. You wake up an hour after your alarm was supposed to have sounded, and realize you overslept. You groan, before sliding out from under Maya.

I'm running a little late, I should be there in an hour. - Jay 10:50 am.

You rush through your shower and hygiene routine, before pulling on a fitted leggings and cropped long sleeve set.

(Your outfit)

The moment you make it to Shuri and Riri's studio it's 12 exactly and you enter to see the two seated by the soundboard, talking amongst themselves.

"I see punctuality isn't your thing." Shuri smirks, as her eyes roam over you. Riri snorts, rolling her eyes as she gets up to greet you.

"Ypree." (What's up) You greet her.

"Ypree?" She repeats, her brows furrowing. You giggle, before taking your coat off and hanging it over the arm of one of the sofa's in the studio.

"It mean's what's up, what's good, what's going on." You explain, watching as she nods before smiling.

"Ypree." She chuckles. "So, what do you see yourself releasing now? What's next?"

You bite your lip, You had quite a few songs you'd written up and some beats you'd messed with in your head but nothing concrete. Just lyrics and melodies you hummed into your phones microphone to save your thoughts.

"I sort of have a song that's been in my mind for a little bit." You admit, staring at the two of them. "Nothing too crazy, just something that's been haunting me for a while now. A melody I can't stop thinking about."

You hum the sound you had in your head. You feel slightly nervous, not that you ever cared what anyone had to say about you but the duo in front of you has you rethinking your material.

You play the voice recording you'd made, singing the lyrics here and there while humming the melody. Listening to it, you felt a peace come over you. There was something about the melody that just spoke to you, whilst the lyrics were true to you. No one could have your pussy unless you deemed it, and your pussy wasn't free.

"Get in the booth." Shuri demanded, as an idea struck her. She leaned over to whisper in Riri's ears before Riri grabbed her phone to text someone. As you settle into the booth, you place the headphones over your ears.

"Let's go over those lyrics." Shuri said, she'd worked with quite a few Jamaican artists so Patois wasn't new to her, she understood a great deal of it. You have a hook and a chorus, we just need to make it a full song.

"You wa my nana, Nah get none. Pretty gyal love money, run some funds. Want my punana, cya get none. Bad gyal love money, send dat come." You sing, into the mic. You focus all your effort into giving the seductive energy of the song.

"You free fi carry me out, give me money and buy me stuff. That's about it, you nah go cuff, get it out yuh mind, you n'ave a luck. Ay, you coulda wish pon all the stars, But dah one yah nah fall fi you. That's about it, we nah go fuck, get it outta yuh head, you n'ave no luck." You sing the chorus. "Call it weh you want, I don't give one fuck what you think about me. Some say the best things in life free, but dem nah chat 'bout my pussy. Call it weh you want, If you don't agree then I think it's best you lowe me. No boy or gyal can clown me, good ting a my grandma grow me"

"Alright, so between the first part and the chorus based on the lyrics and the vibe of the song it's safe to say you're telling whoever is trying to get at you that you're not interested. You're way too good for them and your pussy is worth more." Shuri explains. She tilts her head to the side. "How about lyrics like 'You're stupid, don't flirt with me and I'm not interested."

You think over what she says before finding a way to incorporate what she suggested into the song.

"You must be stupid! Don't even flirt with me, what you doing? Me nuh interested, keep it pushing. Come outta mi face and give me some space, You likkle bit too nuff, yute, don't chat to me A wah so? Don't make your friend dem gas you 'Cause this is a brand new moto, My front too good fi me pass." You feel giddy as you feel the song tying together.

You start from the beginning, adding the verse before the chorus and smile once you see both Shuri and Riri vibing to the lyrics.

"Alright for the next part, you want a shock factor that still flows with the rest of the lyrics. Something feisty that'll have everyone like yes!" Shuri insisted and you smirk, knowing exactly what to say.

"And I know this game too well, me know just mi legs dem you want spread. You nah get none so go to Hell, me rather lay down and finger myself. A win is a win, me a buss my nut 'Cause I'll be damned if I let you fuck. Look pon me den look pon you, A really must crack you siddung a spark up, yeah." You giggle at the look on Shuri and Riri's face as you sing the new part.

It doesn't take long before the whole song is formulated as far as the lyrics go. A few hours later, after you've recorded the song acapella a few times, and added in adlibs a few people come in. Riri introduces them as musicians.

Shuri explains her vision for the beat based on the melody you'd presented and everyone gets to work. The musicians set up their instruments. Shuri plays around with a beat she's formulated, and tells the musicians what keys and notes to play.

It takes a few tries before they're able to fit the vibe of the lyrics. Once the melody is mastered you feel excited, knowing that you made the right idea taking Riri and Shuri up on their offer. The instrumental is amazing.

You head back into the booth to record the song with the music now, and exude all of your sensual energy, as you emphasize the words. You do the explicit gestures of the song, sticking your tongue out, pointing your two fingers towards your pussy, and blowing kisses as a videographer records you singing the song.

Riri's mesmerized as she watches you exude confidence. You're seducing many of the people in the studio with barely any effort as you wink at a few people, clocking the fact that many of them can't stop staring at you.

"She's a star." Riri whispers to Shuri. They'd had a discussion before you'd arrived on their thoughts of signing you. Riri was certain you'd take the world by storm, she just had that instinct. Shuri agreed, your performance last night sold them. It was your first performance and you blew it out the waters.

For someone with no vocal coaching, no stage performance prepping and no team behind you. You were a natural. So many artists needed artist development whilst you seemed to have everything down pact out the gate.

It'd be a mistake to let you slip through their fingers.

"There's no doubt." Shuri agreed, watching you as you lost yourself in the music and lyrics.

"Go get N'Jadaka." Shuri ordered one of the musicians. The woman scurried off in a hurry. "Jay, one more time."

N'jadaka walked in just as you started the song over. His brows raised as he looked you over. He looked to Shuri and Riri before looking back at you.

"Damn..." He mumbled to himself, before crossing his hands over his chest and placing a hand under his chin.

He'd seen the recording of your performance, as well as heard the song on Spotify. He was certain that Udaku Records had to have you but this song... Your demeanor, your looks. Fuck, he could see the money signs that would surely follow you.

"Did she just?" He looked from you in shock to Shuri, chuckling to himself. You'd made the fingering gesture but pressed the same fingers to your lips with a wink his way as you finished the song.

"Jay, come here." Shuri called, beckoning you over as Riri started finalizing the song and perfecting it. "Jay, this is my cousin the head of the label. N'Jadaka."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jay." N'Jadaka smirks, shaking Jay's hand.

"The pleasure's all mine." You smile.

"I take it you enjoyed your session with Shuri and Riri?" He asks, nodding towards the soundboard.

"It was more than I'd of hoped for. Shuri seems to share my vision, she knew exactly where I wanted this song to go." You admit. You'd had hopes for this session but it far surpassed any of them.

"Does that mean you'd be interested in signing onto Udaku Records?" N'Jadaka coyly asks.

"A label offer with just a barely week old song?" You laugh, thinking he's joking.

"We can talk about it tomorrow morning if that works for you?" He suggests. "It'll give you time to hire legal representation to represent you--"

"I don't need anyone representing me. I know how to look after myself, I've been doing it all my life." Your accent was strong there. You felt passionately about not trusting a soul. People were wicked if you gave them the opportunity.

"Just send me the paperwork and i'll look over it." You shrugged. "I'd like two days to fully study and scrutinize everything. Then I'll make any amendments and we'll negotiate."

"A woman that knows what she wants is a woman to watch." N'Jadaka grins, liking the energy you had.

"Start teasing the song on your socials." N'jadaka tells you. "By the end of the week the contract will be signed and we can release the song friday at midnight."

"It will be signed?" You raised a brow.

"It will be." He winks, before turning and walking out.

"Let me have your email, so I can forward everything to my cousin." Shuri suggests. You waste no time giving her your contact information.

By the time everything's done, it's 1 in the morning and you’re starving. Shuri and Riri suggest they take out you to get some food in you since they’ve worked you hard.

“Can I ask you a question?” Riri asks. They settled on a 24 hour Jamaican restaurant that’s a popular hotspot. You all are seated in the back away from people. Shuri’s bodyguards Okoye and Ayo are seated at the closest table.

“Go ahead.” You tilt your head watching as she licks her lips before responding.

“What’s with you and Maya?” Riri’s brows are raised and her lips are pouty as she stares at you. “She’s pretty territorial of you.”

“We’re cool. She’s a great friend.” You shrug, giving nothing away.

“Friend.” Shuri laughs, as she looks at you in a ‘yeah right’ kind of way.

“What’s all the drama about her album being trash?” You question, wanting to know what exactly she said and why.

“Never said that.” Riri snorted. “I said her persona was trash. That her music was lacking substance and everything about her was forced. Her music is decent however it’s nothing to win awards over nor is it anything that’ll last long term. She leans on her sex appeal like a crutch. People pay more attention to her looks than the music.”

You but your lip to refrain from saying something slick in Maya’s defense. You’d said something similar to Maya. You loved that she was confident and showed off her body, that was her God given right. However you hated that she’d stopped being herself along the way. Her music was no longer full of meaning, it was just made to be TikTok songs and you hated that considering how talented she was.

You knew her label was pushing her to act how she was and to release the music she’d released. ‘Have Mercy’ was a good song, one of her biggest and you loved it yet you hated the fact that people only knew her for her sex appeal or ‘hot girl’ music.

No one really knew the girl you knew. The one that song love ballads, and really got deep and under your skin with her lyrics and beats.

“Have you heard her old material?” You settle on asking.

“I have which is why I feel as though she’s doing herself a disservice with the forced sexual appeal route she’s on.” Riri looked you in the eyes. “You naturally have that sex appeal that speaks for itself, then when you add your music it flows. I’m not saying she shouldn’t lean into her sexuality but there’s a huge difference between leaning into and leaning onto.”

“Hi, hello. I don’t haav all day suh tell me wah huh want.” (I don’t have all day so tell me what you want) The waitress says and you look her up and down to ensure she’s talking to the right table. You’d seen her mugging you from the moment you walked in.

“Ah coulda neva mi yuh ah talk…” (You couldn’t be talking to me) You kissed your teeth, before mugging her right back.

“My gurl, annuh huh mi ah look pon?” (My girl, isn’t it you I’m looking at?) She retorts in a similar tone and you roll your tongue over your cheek and chuckle to yourself.

“Mind how mi dash weh di likkle wata pon yuh.” (Be careful I don’t throw this water on you.) You reply looking her up and down.

“Alrite, Alrite. Bill nuh.” (Alright, Alright. Chill) Shuri says in patois and you swallow as you feel your core moisten.

“Mek we get tree orders of curry goat, white rice and provisions. And tree Lola champagnes, please miss.” (Can we have three orders…) Shuri continues and you internally fan yourself off.

“Dat ah guh be mi pleasure, ma’am.” The waitress giggles, calming. You kiss your teeth and roll your eyes.

“Da bitch deh bright and outta audah!” (That bitch is rude and out of order) You hiss as she walks away after writing the order down. You can tell by the way that she tended she hears you but ignores you.

“You sound so hot when you talk patois.” Riri giggles, staring at you. “The way you talk and your accent…”

“Mi? Yer gurlfriend tek eh cake wid har patois. Mi wouldn’t even know seh she annuh Yaadie.” (Me? Your girlfriend takes the cake with her patois. I wouldn’t even know that she wasn’t a true Jamaican.)

“I know enough to get by.” Shuri smiles. You raise a brow before shaking your head.

“You dated someone who spoke patois. You couldn’t have gained that accent any other way unless you grew up around it.” You insist.

“Is that so?” Shuri smirks.

“Google is free.” Riri chuckles.

“I don’t care that much.” You wink, before pulling your phone out and taking it off airplane mode. You see a shit ton of texts and calls from Maya. Rather than read the messages you call her.

“Where are you?!” You hear the moment she answers the call.

“Hi, how are you? I missed you.” You say, snorting.

“Jay, I’m not playing it’s almost 2 in the morning. No text or anything. What the hell?” Maya snaps and you sign.

“You knew I went to the studio, I messaged you earlier and updated you.” You watch as the duo across from you stare intently at you.

These bitches are nosy…. But so am I.

“That was 8 hours ago. You should have told me you were staying later.” Maya huffs.

“Babes, you know that I was at the studio. You know how that goes. I’ve never hounded you about that because I know when you’re focused on your music, you’re locked in.” You explain.

“I update you throughout my day and when I can’t, I do it at my first opportunity.” Maya sniffles and you know she’s crying. She’s very sensitive.

“I’m sorry baby. I should have updated you when I realized I was going to be out longer.” You felt slightly guilty. You hated when she cried.

“I’m grabbing food right now, why don’t I pick you up something and come over?” You suggest.

“We’re not friends.” She says softly, and you can tell she’s pouting.

“What do you want, babes?” You ask.

“Hmmm. Sweet potato fries and the vegan nuggets from that vegan spot by Jamaica House.” She tells you, and you chuckle realizing she just checked your location.

“Ok, baby. Give me an hour.” You tell her, yawning.

“I’m at your place.” Maya informs you and you bite your lip realizing she’d most likely went straight there from her rehearsals meaning she’d been waiting for you there for hours.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize, knowing that was a shitty feeling.

“You’ll feel sorry when you realize what you missed out on.” Maya giggled before hanging up.

A picture message comes in and you press it and narrow your eyes when you see her posing in your bathroom.

A text back would have gotten you this 💋 - Maya 1:47 am

You take a deep breath, and release it. She knew better than to play on your phone like that. You loved the image before sending an emoji that conveyed your message.

👿 - You 1:49 am

“Do you mind if I leave, we can have a make up lunch ?” You ask, not wanting to be rude. Maya knew how to get your ass home, and it was working.

“Yeah, no problem mama.” Riri smiles, but you could see something in her eyes. You could tell she was annoyed.

“We’ll see you later.” Shuri nods.

And just like that you were out. Your food and Maya’s food forgotten as you sped to your house.

“Ah, yuh haav nuff sense.” (You have common sense) You say, as you walk into your bedroom to see Maya fully naked on your bed with her legs spread, fingering herself and moaning out.

“Hi, baby.” Maya grins, happy with herself.

“Uh, uhhh.” You shake your head stripping down to your thong. “You know how I want you.”

She quickly flips over, getting onto her hands and knees. You slap her ass hard, watching it shake. You smirk as she hisses. You get behind her and place your tongue in her ass, feeling her shiver as you lap at the rosebud.

“F..fuck… Jay.” She groans as you move your tongue sinfully slow. You place your fingers at her pussy and moan into her ass as you feel the hot, soaked core. She’s dripping onto your fingers as you drag her wetness up to your tongue before shoving them into her pussy.

“Jay….” Maya moans out. But you continue fingering her as you lick her ass, moaning as your free hand massages her ass cheek.

“Baby…” She whines as you add a third finger, and curl your fingers to hit that spongy spot that makes her cream every time.

The moment she’s about to cum you move away and slap her on the pussy, grinning as she clenches her thighs.

You move away to put on the strap that had you deliciously sore a few days ago. Once it’s secure you move back behind her and run the tip of the strap up and down her pussy.

You thrust in fully without warning, her pussy so wet it slides right in. You groan softly as you watch the way she takes the strap. Your hands gripping her hips, as you thrust into her.

“Fuck me back!” You demand, listening to her whimper. She does as you say and starts throwing it back, and you stop moving to watch her fuck herself on you. Your mouth waters as you watch the strap enter and exit her.

“Which gyal can seh she stress me out.” You mumble to yourself as you watch the way Maya relieves any stress you’d previously had.

Let me know what you guys thought of this part and if you want me to continue. I love hearing your feedback, it makes my day. Also let me know who wants a tag on the next part. 🤎

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gamerstar111 · 3 months

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Makoto & Nagito’s Survivor’s Guilt

i have many thoughts ab why makoto and nagito would have an interesting dynamic but today i’m thinking abt how their history parallels a little (like a lot of things ab them. they’re foils of each other i cld write an essay about it)

this is just a very long (kind of disorganized) tangent about lucky duo’s traumas and how they shaped their mindsets (and how they might understand each other better than people think at first)

i kind of get nervous anytime i put my analyses out there for people to percieve, but that’s okay. we’re facing fears today. LOL

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i don’t think many people think about how makoto probably understands the survivor’s guilt nagito deals with better than anyone could, because he also has the mentality that he didn’t deserve to survive the things he did, and that his luck had a lot to do with his survival. they cope in very different ways, but at the core of their emotions they both feel that same “i don’t deserve to live” guilt.

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Makoto’s Survivor’s Guilt

makoto doesn’t attribute as much of his trauma (which is the killing games he went through) to his luck, it doesn’t factor into his thinking as much as it does for nagito. junko says it at some point in the anime: makoto’s luck isn’t like nagito’s! he wouldn’t ever be able to utilize it like nagito can, because it isn’t consistent, it comes and goes super randomly. it keeps that mf alive and that’s IT 😭

(/j. it does more for him than that but im not talking ab his luck rn so BACK TO HIS SURVIVOR’S GUILT.)

he leaves the first killing game with this huge unofficial responsibility. he lost 10 of his classmates and it’s said that he was able to get his memories back after leaving, so that means he remembers the two years he spent with them. they were his friends :,)

and some of them did more than him to contribute to surviving. i know it’s for comedic effect in the game, but makoto is kind of consistently told by byakuya (and sometimes kyoko & others) that he’s stupid or unhelpful. + he already struggles with feeling like he’s not interesting, memorable, or unique in any kind of way (mr. “i’m average at being average”)

but nevertheless, he survives the games, (after basically convincing his remaining classmates to NOT sacrifice him. a second time.) and when he does get out, he joins the future foundation, where his nickname as the ultimate hope starts to push him to do as much as he can. and because he’s so determined to save as many people as he can, he opposes the foundation’s plan to kill the remnants, and takes them to jabberwock island. he’s so determined to do as much as he can because he feels like if he doesn’t, he’s wasting the life he was given. it’s implied a few times that he would have killed himself if he didn’t feel guilty throwing away the life that was taken from his friends! people don’t talk enough about how makoto is NOT as endlessly optimistic as everyone thinks

he isn’t completely immune to despair. i honestly feel like his main motivation in helping people and spreading hope isn’t that he lives by it, it’s that he has to do as much as he can to to spread it to OTHERS because if he doesn’t, what is he doing with the life he has that his friends were robbed of? i could get into the nuances of makoto’s character and how he isn’t just “hope enthusiast #1” but that’s more fitting of a makoto exclusive character analysis. coming soon/hj

the point of that is that he wouldn’t be alive if he didn’t feel like he had to make something of the fact that his classmates died and he didn’t. that’s what motivates him to try and save everyone, no matter who they are or how terrible they are (him saving the remnants, trying to save junko even though he hated her for what she did, and trying to save the future foundation members in the second game, even though they want him dead)

and when he already has this mentality, he goes through a SECOND killing game, where one of his closest friends (i forget if it’s canon they were dating or not, but you get the point) dies as a DIRECT result of him surviving. and instead of breaking down and giving up, he takes it and becomes more determined to end the game. but his despair video shows that he feels so guilty that he survived, even if he doesn’t ruminate in that feeling.

but nagito is the polar opposite

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Nagito’s Survivor’s Guilt

most of nagito’s character revolves around two things:

His self-loathing

His twisted perception of hope, and his obsession with the concept

putting aside the fact that he has been diagnosed with dementia that definitely warps his perception of reality as it is, when you look into his backstory it makes sense why he thinks the way he does. his childhood pet died in a car crash when he was a little kid, then, when he goes on vacation with his parents (still in elementary school), the plane taking them back is hijacked, and then those hijackers are killed by a meteorite that also kills his parents right in front of him.

he has no other living relatives, so he’s given all of their inheritance, and is said to be free to live on his own. so he’s been alone since he was a kid, and then during middle school, he’s kidnapped by a SERIAL KILLER that held him for ransom, and then let him go after realizing no one was going to come for him. (which is actually so distressing to me like r u kidding me that’s so SAD HE HAD NO ONE WILLING TO EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE HE WAS MISSING?? UGH. ANYWAY.)

any chance at happiness Nagito has had was ripped from him in that cycle of good and bad luck. he starts to become fixated (and eventually, unhealthily obsessed) with the concept of hope, so that he could try and find some meaning to his life beyond killing anyone who'd ever shown him any kindness or cared about him. and then after ALL OF THIS, in high school before hope's peak, he gets diagnosed not only with CANCER, but also DEMENTIA. Which, typically, only affects people over 65!!!! he was probably not older than 16 when he got diagnosed!!!! he's then told that he probably has less than 6 months to live. he tells hajime this whole speech about how he realized all he wanted his entire life was to be loved by someone, and he didn't want to die alone, but then says that he was just quoting something, curious to the sympathy it would get him (i don't really believe that, but THAT is a nagito analysis topic. back on topic again…)

then he gets invited to hope's peak. he tries to refuse, but they insist, and so he finally agrees. but then, during his second year, junko starts to ruin things, and yet ANOTHER person he started to care about is killed right before his eyes (chiaki). of course, then, he goes on to bring as much pain and despair to anyone he can under junko’s brainwashing

he's fully convinced that he's a curse, and that he's not worthy of living.

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"ok….. what’s your point??" you didn’t ask???

the difference between nagito and makoto is that makoto took his grief and made it into motivation, while nagito took his grief as a personal reflection, and spiraled down into a mental decline.

i think the main reasons for this difference is that, first of all, nagito's trauma has been his entire life. since he was a little kid up to even currently (when he's around 21-22), all he's done is cause or witness death anywhere he's gone. watching your childhood pet AND parents die before your eyes has to impact development in some kind of way (not to mention he was entirely alone since ELEMENTARY SCHOOL)

makoto had a very average, but nice life to that point. he had nice parents that were together and happy, his little sister that he's super close to, and while he didn't have any super close friends, he wasn't on particularly bad terms with anyone (as shown by his reaction to seeing sayaka, and sayaka's reaction to knowina him). all of the trauma and death he experienced happened to him when he was an adult (even though he thought he was 16-17 when the first killing game happened, he was most likely 18-19 and junko can erase memory but not alter brain development. so.)

second of all, makoto had support from his friends! he had the other 5 survivors, and then during the second game, he had kyoko and aoi to support him and get him through it. nagito grew up experiencing all of this grief and guilt and trauma entirely alone, even during the killing game he was in. his classmates treat him awfully even before he has his mental break doing incredibly unhinged shit like blowing up the gym (it's so. hard. to defend him sometimes.)

i still haven’t gotten to my point oh my god i talk a lot. BUT THE POINT IS they cope extremely differently, and arguably have different levels of trauma, but they experience the same survivors guilt. both of them feel like they don't deserve to be alive, and that others around them deserve so much better than they do. i really feel like makoto would be able to empathize with nagito's struggles with survivor's guilt and self worth, because he feels the same things! clearly, not to the same extent, but again, that goes back to the support makoto got during his experiences. it's one of the many MANY reasons i think makoto and nagito would be able to help each other heal, instead of being unhealthy like a lot of people say. (of course it depends on when because obviously, servant nagito meeting ff!makoto would not be healthy. that man would skeeve makoto out MASSIVELY but that dynamic is also an interesting one to explore.... ANYWAY.)

nagito's obsession with hope would give him an unhealthy attachment/idolization of makoto at first, but i really do believe that after he recovers a little more from junko's influence, a few days with the guy would make nagito realize that they're way more similar than he thought and that respectfully, makoto isn't as amazing and godly as he thought LOL

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TLDR: they have very similar experiences, the only difference between them is that makoto had support that reminded him he wasn't to blame for the deaths of those around him, while nagito was isolated from EVERYONE from a very, VERY young age, and it led to his mental decline. i really believe they would be able to help each other heal a lot and that's why i love them so much :(

side note: genuinely nothing makes me as sad as nagito and his dog 😞 every time i mention them i get so upset

#nagito komaeda #makoto naegi #komaegi #sdr2 #dr thh #lucky duo #lucky duo tangents #posting dr opinions is so scary #please be nice #cxsmictangents

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leeneir · 6 months

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Duo AU; Pro Gamer Iso x Violinist!Reader (Part 1)

I check the iso x reader tag EVERYDAY. FOR ISO CONTENT. Sadly, Iso isn't that popular. Sigh. Guess I'll do it myself.

AU inspired by those public pianist trends on yt and my Iso x OC ship as always. Along with that one toxic pro gamer Iso x reader on here, i fking love that au sm. (Hes not toxic in this one tho lol)

Pro Valorant player Zhao Yu, better known by his internet name "Dead Lilac" is a mechanically gifted one-trick main whose name is famous all over the gaming community.

Professional Violinist "Reader", famous for their musical talent and prodigal like abilities, having climbed up the ranks and becoming renowed in the music community and on social media.

Iso finishes up a stream with a sigh, the ratio of wins to losses was bad today, how disappointing. Zhao Yu lays in bed, taking a brief moment of rest before he continued on with his day.

His roommate Omen is playing with the cat when he goes to the kitchen to get something to eat, they talk for a bit, and the cat starts purring at his feet. He picks it up and just does a stare off with the thing while it paws at his face (without claws), and blows a rasberry. Omen chuckles.

Omen brings up the fact that his friends are going out for an outting later, Zhao Yu decides to get ready. He wears his signature hoodie ofc.

Jamie, Sunwoo, Tala, Tayane, and Mateo come along. Sadly, Ryo couldn't come. He was too busy with his drift practice or whatever. Tala says her brother was just too lazy to come.

They all meet up at the mall where they go shopping and do whatever, discussing random whatnots and getting up to antics. And then they find a piano in public and Jamie tells Zhao Yu to play something, they'll record it and post it online because why not? He's really good at playing it too.

Zhao Yu decides to humor them and gets on the piano, trying to think of a piece to play before he starts.

His fingers cross the keys with grace and practiced ease, playing a romantic classical version of a popular song. Zhao Yu finds himself lost in the music piece as strangers began turning heads and pausing in their step. He can feel his friends' eyes on him as Phoenix' camera records him, and he finds himself becoming more confident with each note he plays.

Unbeknowst to him, as he was nearing the chorus, one stranger came up and opened a peculiar shaped bag, pulling out a violin out of it. The moment Zhao Yu plays the chorus note, a new instrument joined him.

He almost paused, but his fingers kept playing. Somehow, he and the violinist were perfectly in sync. He turned his head without lifting his fingers, and he see's the stranger playing the instrument, and he's awed by their ability.

More people crowd around as they watch the duet, enchanted by the melody and harmony while Jamie continues recording. Zhao Yu and the stranger play until the end of the song. When they finished, the whole crowd applauded and cheered. It sort of reminded Zhao Yu of the music recitals he did when he was younger.

He gets off the piano and approaches his duet, complimenting them on their skill and giving his name, which the stranger responded with their own.

Reader and Zhao Yu chat about the piece they just played, and Jamie and Mateo run in with the video, showing it to both of them. It's then that Zhao Yu saw Reader passing by before they decided to play, and he's amazed at how easily they synced up to him without missing a note.

Mateo then says that he was a fan of Reader which promptly confused Zhao Yu. Was Reader someone famous? Jamie asked for permission to post the video which Reader granted without issue.

They continued talking for a moment up until Reader said that they had an appointment to get to and excused themself.

By the time that was over, Zhao Yu's friend group went nuts. Apparently having held themselves back from "ruining his chances", whatever that meant. Jamie and Mateo however couldn't hold themselves which is why they approached. Sunwoo proceeded to shake him uncontrollably for not getting Reader's number. When he asked why he needed it, Tala called him a "lonely bastard".

He asks if they knew her since Mateo did, and he was told that Reader was a social media influencer known for their violin talent.

Jamie sent the video to Zhao Yu's editor and they continued on with their hangout. Though, the duet still played on the back of his mind throughtout.

Timeskip to later that night, Zhao Yu realized that maybe he should have gotten Reader's number, and also why Tala called him lonely. Omen watched the video too and acknowledged Reader's social media presence which made Zhao Yu wonder just how popular they were if even his roommate knew about them.

The next day, Iso's editor had the video ready and posted. And it was doing numbers.

As it turns out, a duet between a pro gramer and a famous violinist was bound to go viral and become so popular that it was trending on every platform.

Both to his confusion and surprise, his fans went crazy with the shipping. He knew what it was only because his online group and team engaged in such antics. Although he wasn't sure how Reader would react. He only just recently followed them on their socials and was surprised to find out that they were already a follower.

His twitch chat wouldn't shut up about the duet and he recounted the story of how that moment came to be. And they went haywire. Zhao Yu found ship edits of him and Reader from the duet video and things were getting out of hand. He was worried of how this would affect them considering they weren't part of this side of the community, much less even in this community.

He found a response from Reader regarding the duet, and to his relief it was mostly positive. They even addressed a part of the response directly to him, asking if they should record an official one if he wanted to.

Now, Zhao Yu was open to collabs. But for some reason, this one had him staring at his screen for minutes as the type bar blinked in the chat box, it was Reader's instagram.

He decided that it wouldn't hurt to add some music content into his gaming content and wanted to reach out to Reader to inquire about that collab idea they proposed. Except... he was nervous.

Why was he though? It made no sense. Zhao Yu didn't get nervous, so why was he? He's done this dozens of times, so why was it any different now?

Mustering up all the courage he could, he typed a few letters and sent the message without leaving room to think it over.

On Reader's phone, a notification popped up from instagram messages. They opened it up, it was from Iso?!

"Hey" they read.

Yknow, this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 weeks. Finally glad i got this out even if some parts are uncohseive

#iso valorant #valorant #valorant iso #li zhao yu #iso #i love iso #valorant iso x reader #i love my wife #iso x reader #au #valorant au #valorant x reader

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emmie-tt · 1 year

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Can i request a ronal x ex-soldier!human!reader? So They met when Ronal(she and tonowari are just friends). That time there was a fight between the sky people and her people. Mc decided to change and betrayed her kind but got hurt in process yada yada then they meet. They hate each other at first since y’know ronal hates sky people but slowly fall in love :D

Betrayal makes the heart grow fonder

Ronal x ex-soilder!human!reader

Description: After making the quick decision to turn on your own kind you wind up injured only to be saved and helped by someone you least expected

WARNINGS: minor injury, cussing, violence

L/N = last name

italics = navi language

Y/N POV

As I watch my boss target yet another Tulkun my stomach sinks. The feeling of immense dread and guilt has been eating at me for the past few weeks

I make my way back to the small closet I call a room on the ship and start packing my bags, the decision to get as far away from this bullshit as I can is truly the best option.

The plan to stop at a village called Awa'atlu is the next thing on the to-do list and I made the haste decision to get off and stay on the island to get away from these people.

As the ship comes to a stop I hear a loud horn sound and I slowly and quietly make my way to the exit with my bags. As I grab my mask and place it on my face two soldiers make there way towards me.

As I make eye contact with one the taller man speaks "wear are you going? your off today L/N"

Panic slowly takes over as I have a small stare down with the two men and before long the shorter of the duo also speaks up "and with your bag? you planning on leaving or something?"

I slowly shake my head and gently sit my bag down "just thought I might go see if they need help."

Before I let them say anything else I open the door and sprint out leaving my bag behind.

SOLDIERS POV

Me and my partner make eye contact with each other before looking back at the spot Y/N once stood "what the fuck..."

I slowly walk over to the bag she was holding and open it, anger slowly rises in me as I realize what was going on "She's betraying us..."

My partner looks at me with wide eyes "Then lets take care of her before she can"

Y/N POV

As I run through the small forest that lines the island I hear footsteps behind me, as I turn around I see the two soldiers running my way. I break into a full on run

"you cant run forever Y/N!"

"just come back so we don't have to hurt you!"

I huff and attempt to run faster, making sure to keep my guard up because of the battle going on.

I hear a gunshot then fall over when I feel a sharp pain in my side. When I look up the two soldiers are standing over me, one holding a gun and the other smirking. "we told you to come back...this is what happens when you forget what you are"

Coughs wrack through my body as I hold pressure on the wound. "i d-didn't forget i'm j-just not he-heartless"

The short soldier chuckles while still staring down at me "we aren't heartless darling, were doing whats right"

I shake my head and mumble some incoherent swear words as my vision starts blurring, right before I pass out I hear two thuds and feel something pick me up

RONAL POV

As I make my way through the woods in search of any injured I see a small human run past being what looks to be chased by two other humans, I listen for a moment before following after them quietly.

I watch as the point some sort of object at the small human and then a loud noise goes off and the small human falls over and starts bleeding.

I grip my spear tighter and listen as they taunt her, my ears perk up when the realization that she turned on the to help us sets in. I quickly run over and smack both of them over the head with my spear before stabbing them.

After making sure they weren't alive I gently pick the small girl up and make my way back to the main part of the island

Y/N POV

As my eyes slowly flutter open I feel some rather large hands doing something to my body. When my vision clears panic spikes again and I go to sit up and leave but the woman pushes me back down saying something

"lay down, don't move demon"

I stay still not knowing what shes saying, I know a little Navi but not a lot. As I look down I see her cleaning up the wound and stitching it up

"does it hurt?" she looks up at me

I stare at her confused for a moment before saying "i don't speak fluent Navi..."

She huffs in obvious frustration "of course not.." she looks at me "does it hurt?"

My eyebrows raise at her choppy English but I shake my head no so she gets back to working on my side roughly.

-TIME SKIP TWO WEEKS-

During my stay on this beautiful island I've been helping rebuild the damaged homes that the humans caused. I've met the olo'ekytan who has graciously allowed me to stay.

Ronal- Tsahik has been very protective and caring towards me while also being hostile and rough. Speaking of, as I sit on the beach right now she makes her way over to me with a straight face

She takes a seat next to me and stares out at the ocean before I look over at her and ask "how has your day been?"

She looks over at me and stares confused causing me to chuckle softly "I asked how you day has been"

She nods and hums quietly "it has been good, yours?"

I smile at her chopped English and nod "good.."

She stares at me for awhile before looking away

I look at her and use the Navi i've been learning "i've decided to leave soon.."

Her head snaps over to me almost angrily "why? where will you go?"

I shrug "I don't know, somewhere with the Omatikaya probably. They accept humans I think"

She growls lowly causing me to stare at her confused "we accept you- you can't leave its dangerous and I won't allow it"

She speaks fast causing me to not translate it "wha- I don't understand"

I watch as she stands up angrily before grabbing my arm causing a small yelp to leave my mouth. Ronal tugs me to her mauri and shoves me in causing me to tumble over due to our size difference. "you will not be going."

My confusion only grows "why? you dont want me hear, its obvious!"

Her hard gaze lands on me "Lies! I want you here- I have been courting yo- trying to court you at least."

I stare at her shocked "you've been courting me? why haven't you said anything?"

"because- I dont know because I haven't!"

I watch amused at her frustration as she paces back and forth "Ronal, I would love for you to court me"

She looks over at me "y-you would?"

I smile nodding "absolutely, now calm down please your stressing me out with all your pacing"

She huffs and walks over and picks me up holding me close to her causing me to squeal in surprise, she sits down holding me on her lap "you are staying."

I nod laughing "i'm not going anywhere.."

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OH MY GOSHHHH I'm so sorry that it took so long to write this, life has been so hectic lately. Hope you like it!!

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