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ms0milk · 1 year

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ー✧ prince!bakugou x royal guard!reader

"Caramel hathos fills your mouth when red eyes let you breathe again."

cw remember when i told you to trust me? angry bkg, angry y/n, shouting, some manhandling. repeated use of "sir" nonsexually though bkg does briefly take pleasure in your power imbalance. y/n's patience is unmatched bless her heart. civil teammates -> enemies. my favorite closing lines ive ever written 2.1k

this chapter officially concludes a hymn to black water part 1, thank you for reading this far with me! and have no fear, part 2 will begin next week :) can't take a break from this story who am i kidding it's just getting good

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She’s been terrorizing you for the better part of the evening. Doctor Chiyo Shuzenji, Takoba’s infamous: Recovery Girl. An evening meant to be spent finding clothes and dinner and Prince Bakugou’s guest chambers so that you could take up your first shift outside of his room.

How could you begin to thank him? Declarations and taken knees occupy the gray space in your brain between constant kisses and ramblings about antivenom. You’re held hostage on hospital linens with thoughts of protective canonfire rage.

“And when I got back– poof! Injured Alderans keep me up all night, I leave for one blessed hour, and come back to six empty beds.”

There’s nothing you can say to appease the doctor as a plate of tea sandwiches is thrust into your lap and the kisses begin again. Your companions were moved to their permanent rooms sometime in the throne room-interim and you were just as surprised to come back to a hospital empty of their warmth as you were to hear such a commanding voice come out of such a tiny woman. Shuzenji's magic bubbles at the surface of your skin like it would be comforting if she wasn’t so agitated.

“How you even managed to stay conscious is– it’s– you’re lucky the adrenaline didn’t course the poison straight to your heart! And the prince! Summoning you from the hospital of all places–”

“My prince?” You interrupt with half a mouth full of bread.

She shakes her head, “The little Todoroki.”

“I thought I was summoned by the queen?”

“My queen is not stupid.”

You submit to treatment again quietly and nurse the plate of food Shuzenji had rushed from the kitchens for you. Was Prince Todoroki in the crowd today? Does he look like his mother? Spiderlace has webbed across your image of the queen and naught but her thin silver hair can be seen behind it.

The doorknob jumps as the doctor pours herself into your discharge instructions, and when she thinks the Champion is the one trying to sneak inside again she huffs at the opening door,

“Mr. Eijirou, if you interrupt this examination one more time–”

It felt cruel to make Kirishima watch so you told him to go find his room and something to eat after he escorted you back upstairs. You told him that you would be perfectly fine for the night. He poked his head inside every now and then when you made a particularly loud yelp at the doctor’s prodding, but left to go find dinner an hour ago. He even said goodnight and slipped your halberd inside by candlelight.

“Kirishima, really I’m–”

“Eh?”

The voice opening the door doesn’t match the person you thought had been knocking, and not only that. Instead of Kirishima, and his big soft worry, the prince emits a cloud of vex so thick that you taste metal.

He mouths confusion at the scene.

“Perfect timing Katsuki, you’re next.” Shuzenji beckons him inside from her seat at your bed. He closes the door again wordlessly.

Chasing Prince Bakugou down a Takoba hallway is not going to make it into your daily report, partly because it’s indecent, and mostly because there’s no proper way to recall hunting a prince like game sport.

“Highness, please wait!”

Chasing though, is a generous description; you’re more just walking quickly and rather close behind.

As doctor Shuzenji tried to hobble after him, images of the prince hurling diplomats flashed in vivid memory and you sat the old woman back in her seat. You wouldn’t put it past him to launch tiny old women someplace very far away indeed.

“My Prince, please–”

“Please what,” Bakugou growls when you’ve finally pushed him past the shallow threshold of avoidance and squarely into confrontation. You couldn’t drown in the shoals of his patience for how very dry they are.

When he stops marching and turns to you his shoes catch sparks before his words do, “You are not my guard and certainly not my companion– leave me be or die.” And the honesty of his violence stalls your image of protection.

The chase has taken you from the hospital wing and into that wide foyer under skylights and for hours now the moon above has effortlessly outshone candles. Competing lights illuminate only white marble and a blue hallway runner, with no other decoration to fight over but the two of you standing in front of each other.

“The doctor,” you slow down fast enough to leave the prince a wide berth but still stumble over words in remembering names, “she– Shuzenji needs to finish her examination. I’m–”

“No one needs anything from me, least of all you.”

Why is he so upset? When the prince snaps at you, as he has done a hundred little times over the past few days, he makes a point to swell. He thinks he’s very clever. He’ll dip his chin into the modest curve of your body and tower over you, as if you aren’t already trying as hard as you can to make him feel big.

“It’s important that the doctor sees you, sir.”

One of his red eyes twitches a bit by the brow when you call him sir, and you add it to the list of things you’ve done to piss him off,

“Please come with me.”

The prince settles with his hands in his pockets, “And if I don’t?” He’s on the precipice of a smirk when he continues, “Are you gonna make me?”

Did Doctor Shuzenji let you chase after him because the headache might kill her?

“No,” you frown, “of course not.”

The moon is so bright through the windows above you that the candles can only throw limp shadows across the subtle bones of Bakugou’s cheeks. He never stands up straight. His broad shoulders round in on you in a generous size difference as you attempt to avoid the eye contact he hates so much. He cocks his head. There are no clocks or bells inside the castle and still the oppressing awareness of time makes you feel as if you are running out of it; fifteen years crush you under their weight in a second. Fifteen years living together in Aldera castle and only two conversations to show for it. Three, if this game he’s playing counts as conversation.

“Go to bed then.” The prince still manages to look menacing in white linen and woolen slippers and he throws words like spit, “Go anywhere away from me.”

When he turns around to skulk back into the dark you don’t mean to say anything at all and you’re sure you don’t. You’re sure you’re only staring after him- watching his earrings catch the last of the moonlight before turning down a dark corridor.

“Why did you come back?”

Bakugou is also sure you didn’t just speak up again, but still he stalls under an archway and creaks his neck back to you all the same. Your question hangs in the stretch of white hall.

You’re hungry, you are delusionally hungry and drunk on Shuzenji’s magic because nothing under heaven, not even the end of the world, could possess you to to pick a fight with this man, and you must have been drugged or, or you’re still exhausted or wounded, anything. The prince is advancing on you now because of course he is.

He’s charging. He growls so low it’s almost a whisper, “Stand at attention.”

Bakugou doesn’t leave any space between you when he approaches this time. His hair has been knocked into every direction gravity will let it fly, but mostly it falls over menacing red eyes and beads of blood between sharp tooth and bitten lip. Jeanist really deserves a medal or something; even three-hundred miles away, he is right as always. Staring is an incorrigible habit of yours.

“You get concussed in that crowd?” The prince’s voice is still bitingly quiet when he thrusts a palm against your collar to test how much pressure you’ll withstand before failing his orders to stay still. Your dragonbone broach digs into your chest.

“Please excuse me, Highness.”

There’s no way to tell how short a fuse you’ve cut for yourself now, so you continue standing exactly at attention, the same way you’ve spent more hours of your life than you’ve spent sleeping. Your fingers don’t so much as twitch with a pulse while you hold them at your sides under squared shoulders. His eyes graze your cheeks.

“Aldera sent me a beaten puppy as a babysitter on mission that has taken years off my fucking life.”

“I only–”

“Only what?!” Bakugou reaches forward and snatches a bit of your nightgown skirt in his fist. You’re jerked suddenly against his chest in his anger, “You’re fucking naked! “You represented Aldera in a nightgown and now you’re chasing me down the hall with your body sketched in satin for any plum, fae, or stray cat to ogle at their shiteating leisure!”

It hasn’t quite clicked, until now. The reason why the prince hates you.

He releases your skirts and clenches crackling fists at his sides, “What did I tell you about those creepy fucking eyes?”

You don’t mean to stare this time, and you’ve tried so hard, for days you’ve tried, not to look at him, but for the first time since your bloody meeting in the countryside he is finally, truly, looking at you and the eye contact conjures up nothing but static.

It didn’t even make any sense, how someone you’ve never so much as shared a meal with could feel anything strong towards you, negative or otherwise. But it was clear inside the throne room today and you were just too stupid to see anything past the blue silk cloak gathered like a gift for you in his arms.

The prince was never concerned for your safety. He is embarrassed by you.

“What did I say?” Caramel hathos fills your mouth when red eyes let you breathe again.

You glare unabashedly deer-like from the space between your bodies where ire is so thick you could grasp it. At his eyes, his lovely ash lashes and the downward quirk of a snarl. Bold of him, to call you naked in linens that barely hide his chest.

“Apologies.” And for the first time those words burn when they come out of you. Like a lie. You lower your gaze. Bow your head too.

It is the slightest consolation that Bakugou forgot, in his anger, that he’s pulled you close enough for gold to glint clearly in your periphery. His jewelry is artifact forever in the forest somewhere, so the earrings he’s wearing are yours. His mother’s– your little gold suns jerk and tremble with his temper.

If he remembered he was wearing your charity, he would shout again, but his fury has gone smug at your concession so he presses on,

“Did Jeanist not teach you to say anything else?”

Your fingers twitch at the mention of the name.

“Well? Go on, five days together and you still haven’t introduced yourself to your prince.”

Even with your eyes to the floor you can catch a sneer in the tips of his voice. Bakugou is so close that his breath pricks the skin of your bare neck.

“Put on a show for me.”

He doesn’t let you move away from him. When you step one foot back he comes one step forward. You take your skirts in subtle fists and bend your knees in a curtsey, and you anticipate his single huff of laughter before it even escapes him.

“Y/n. Apprentice to the Master Jeanist, Head of Royal Guard. Subject of the Alderan Queen, bound by blood and at your service, my prince.”

“Is that all?”

It goes against natural impulse not to watch the thing that is trying to kill you, closely, and it’s a struggle to keep your eyes down when the prince’s body is so close you can count each embroidered stitch of his bedclothes. Years ago, when Jeanist allowed you to work in the castle, on your own shifts without supervision, the queen would stop when her path crossed your post. She’d call your name and you would answer immediately, though eyes down like you’d been told to do. In these early days she crouched in front of you, cape, gown, armor and all, to try and take a peek at your face, or lift your head up with a finger under the chin.

“Pretty eyes, Y/n. Don’t cast them down for anyone.”

Bakugou has your chin now, in a tight hot hand. He jerks your head up hard enough to make you flinch, and gods he’s growling, rumbling like a machine, at both your lack of response and the fact that you haven’t left yet. The pair of you stare.

“Fuck off, Y/n.”

It is your every itching instinct to strike him.

“Yes, sir.”

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emjiroki · 2 years

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Sero x Reader x Shoto ft Katsuki

Word Count: 5.5k 🤯

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY!!!!

Trigger warnings: Drug use (weed), Alcohol, cheating, Oral Sex (both giving and receiving), explicit language and scenes, I guess angst?

A/N: My piece for the 'Put 5 on it' Stoner au collab hosted by the most amazing @httphaitani thank you for being so lovely 💕 I hope everyone enjoys Sero was so fun to write

Also full disclosure I don't think Katsuki would be a cheater but I needed a conflict and he's the perfect meanie to pin it on also this is college au too hehe

Your stomach swarmed with butterflies as you settled in against the heated seats of Shoto’s car, the soft smell of his detergent in your nose as you pulled his jacket around you a little tighter. It made this whole situation just a little less sour than it had been five minutes ago. You remembered the gut-wrenching feeling of being two games deep in Beer Pong with Kirishima, music bumping from the Frat house speakers when a snap notification came through from your friend group chat. A pic of Katsuki, your boyfriend of two years, with some bottle blonde slut from the Beta Phi sorority giving him head on the couch. It honestly startled you how quickly you sobered up, demanding someone take you home. Now. When no one had offered up you just grabbed your bag and headed for the door, completely ignoring Katsuki as he tried to ask you where you were going, still fixing his pants, to just “Wait a damn minute”. You had whirled around, face hot and jaw clenched ready to scream at him, but instead, you stuttered a deep breath and, in a surprisingly calm tone, told him that you were done and to go fuck himself. You turned for the door without another word and weaved your way through people to the door, the music still bumping loud enough for your teeth to rattle.

You had only gotten about two blocks when Shoto had pulled up beside you, asking you what you were doing and why you were walking. You had tearfully told him everything that had happened once he had convinced you to get in the car.

“Was he drunk?” Shoto asked, trying to get more information as you dried the last of your tears on a kleenex you grabbed from the box in the center console.

“I don’t know and I don’t care, he fucked up big time and I’m done,” you said actively blocking his number as he tried to call you for the third time.

“I saw the pic and I don’t even know who that was,” He said with a confused drop of his brow.

“Some Tramp,” You snipped looking down at your hands and taking a steady breath, “Who cares”. Both of your Phones were going off, the group chats lighting up with notifications.

“So what were you doing out this late?” you asked after seeing it was nearly eleven and trying to punctuate the silence with something other than buzzing.

“Getting snacks and beer for the weekend,” He said, motioning to the bags in the backseat, “Had to get soba noodles”. You giggled, Shoto really hadn't changed much.

“Living the life huh?” you asked teasingly as you pulled into the driveway of a house you didn’t think any college kid could afford.

“Haha,” Shoto said sarcastically, “You know how overbearing my Father is, this was the compromise for me to go to college out of state, he rents me a house as far from the Fraternity block as possible while still being within a ten-minute drive and I keep straight A’s and get my degree”. You did know how overbearing his dad was, Enji Todoroki monitoring your study sessions in high school many times because he didn’t want Shoto “getting too distracted”. As many times as you both told everyone that there was nothing between you two it seemed as if no one ever believed it, and now being well into your Senior year of college you were starting to not believe it either. Shoto and you had always been around for each other, close friends through high school and then he had surprised you by applying to the same college at the beginning of summer before his internship at his dad’s company.

Seeing him after junior year summer had been like a breath of fresh air, having worked all summer and then attending all of Katsuki’s rush events for the fraternities it had been really busy. Now with all of this going on right before winter break it really started settling in that maybe you liked Shoto as more than just a friend. Your cheeks burned at the thought and your heart thumped a little faster.

“Would you knock on the door? My key fob for the garage isn’t working and I let Sero borrow my house key” Shoto said as he grabbed the couple of market bags full of snacks and drinks from his backseat.

“Sure, Sero’s living with you now? Thought he was staying at the Frat?” You asked as you pulled his coat a little tighter around your body to shield what your tight dress couldn’t.

“Yeah he got sick of dealing with all the events and stuff so he dropped the Frat, still their plug of course,” He said, “Plus he pays the WIFI bill”. You laughed as you went up the few steps to the door, knocking loud enough that if Sero was upstairs he would hear you. It only took a moment for Sero to throw the door open, sweats riding low on his hips and a lit blunt hanging from his long fingers as a bright grin stretched his face.

“Hey, sweet cheeks! Didn’t know you were coming by” He said, pulling you into a one-arm hug, putting the blunt to his lips as he pressed you close enough to smell his cologne.

“I wasn’t originally but Shoto picked me up,” You said, “Did you see the picture?”. Sero looked puzzled.

“Picture? Something going on?”.

“Yeah. The goddamn blowjob seen around the world” You grumbled in annoyance.

“It was only shared in our group chat, not that many people are on there,” Shoto said from behind you.

“Yeah, but it happened in the middle of the party, in front of everyone!” you exclaimed, turning your face into Sero’s shoulder. You felt Sero shift and pull his phone from his pocket as he turned away from the door with you in tow, obviously going to look at the picture.

“Yeah, that’s definitely that chick from Beta Phi, I’ve sold her weed before” Sero confirmed, turning sheepish when he caught your glare, “but I won’t anymore cause she’s a total hoe bag”. You rolled your eyes as he crossed himself in promise, bringing the blunt to your lips.

“Take a drag off that for me sweetheart, make yourself at home”. You kicked your shoes off at the door and took a deep inhale, eyes watering as the smoke burned your lungs. Sero grabbed one of the bags from Shoto and started rifling through it, collapsing back onto the couch with a bag of chips in hand. You followed Shoto into the kitchen, the half blunt still in your fingers as he set the bags on the counter. You angled the blunt to him, blushing a little as he leaned across the counter to take a drag from between your fingers.

"So why haven't we gotten high together before?" You asked with an arched brow, curious as to where this "bad boy" phase was coming from.

"I don't smoke often," he said nonchalantly, smoke pouring from his mouth to haze the air around you for a moment as he exhaled. You hopped up onto the island behind him taking another drag so deep it made you cough a little

"You want a beer?" Shoto asked, popping open the fridge.

"Please, my buzz wore off in that cold," You said, remembering Katsuki and his dumb crap with a roll of your eyes. Shoto grabbed two cold beers and let the door shut behind him.

"You got a.." you trailed off looking for the bottle opener as you tried to grab one of the bottles from his hand. A snort escaped Shoto’s nose as he held onto the bottle, setting his aside for a moment and angled your cap against the edge of the countertop, right at the spot between your legs. Your heart sped up a little as he bashed his fist down, sending the cap skittering onto the floor, and brought the bottle to your lips as foam bubbled.

"No bottle opener needed," he said, thinking the way he took that soft gasping inhale when your tongue flicked against the rim had escaped your notice. You fought the grin from your face as he unconsciously moved a little closer, his eyes watching your lips as a light blush dusted his nose.

"Well well, what do we have here kids? Playing nice together?" Sero joked from the doorway, giving Shoto a teasing yet pointed look, "we've got an opener 'Roki".

"But it's my only party trick," Shoto said, opening his bottle in the same fashion and taking a drink, moving away from you, and leaning against the counter next to the refrigerator. Sero plucked the blunt from between your fingers, taking the last drag before licking his fingers and snuffing out the end.

“I know a better party trick-" Sero was cut off by the sound of your phone ringing Jiro’s ringtone.

"She's probably figured out I'm not home," you said, hopping down and going to the living room to grab your bag.

"Jiro I'm fine, I'll be back later tonight or in the morning-"

"Where are you?" Katsuki’s voice said, slightly slurred.

"Why do you have Jiro’s phone?" You asked.

"I snatched it from her hand, I knew you would pick up if she called" He snapped, "where are you?".

"Far away from you" you snapped back, "and that cock sucking tramp".

"It was a mistake, come back. Let's talk about this" he said, slightly slurred. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re drunk, of course, you are,” You said with an irritated sigh, “Thought you would know better than to do something so stupid”.

“Come on babe, let’s just forget it, I’m sorry alright?”. It felt like your blood was boiling.

“Say it when you’re sober Katsuki” You snapped, cheeks heating angrily as you hit the end button, turning your phone to silent before stowing it away back in your bag.

"Everything alright?" Shoto asked from the kitchen doorway.

"Just Katsuki," you said with an eye roll.

"He call to apologize?" He asked, walking over and sitting down on the couch, flipping the tv to a movie channel. You snorted a laugh, flopping down next to him.

"Barely. When has he ever actually apologized for anything?" You asked, downing the rest of the beer in your hand, and setting it on the coffee table. You hadn't noticed Sero had disappeared upstairs until he returned with his rolling tray in hand.

"Jiro coming by?” Sero asked, sitting back next to you on your right side.

“No, it was Katsuki”.

“Yikes, bet he’s pissed," he said, breaking open a fresh blunt wrapper.

"I wouldn't know, I hung up on him and turned my phone on silent," you said, tuning into the movie on TV. Sero let out a low whistle.

"Yeah he's pissed for sure" he snickered, pinching a bud between his fingers to break down. Both of their phones were buzzing from their private group chat, no doubt Katsuki ranting and raving. You shifted uncomfortably, finding it harder to focus on picking a movie with every passing buzz or vibration in their pockets. You jumped slightly when Shoto nudged you.

"Are you okay?" He asked his brows knitting in concern. You nodded, taking the blunt from his fingers when he offered it. You nodded, head swimming for a moment as you took a drag before handing it over to Sero. You felt Shoto’s fingers go to your jaw, turning your face so that you were looking up into his eyes.

“You can’t lie to me,” He said with a soft assurance in his voice, taking his phone from his pocket, turning it completely off, and setting it on the coffee table, “Everything is going to be fine”.

“For now, I’ll have to see him in my first class tomorrow” You sighed, putting your face in your hands.

“So deal with it tomorrow,” Sero said from your right, “It’s gonna come whether you want it to or not so why not deal with it when it gets here, ‘cross that bridge’ and shit you know?”. He had a point, you know he did.

“Why not just stay here tonight? We’ve got an entire guest bedroom upstairs, that way you don’t have to deal with any questions from Jiro and just kind of tune everything out to get your mind clear” Shoto said, hand warm against your back. It didn’t take much more convincing than that, you nodded and leaned your head against Shoto’s shoulder, taking a deep breath and getting tingles in your stomach just from his warmth and proximity.

“Pop those feet up here too, get comfortable and let’s pick this movie,” Sero said, grabbing one of your ankles and hauling your feet into his lap. For a moment, it felt like old times hanging out with them in Sero’s dorm room. The more smoke that poured through your lungs the fuzzier your head got and the easier it was to forget your entire fight.

It was nearing the end of the movie now, snack wrappers were discarded across the coffee table, and two roaches lay in the ashtray as Sero handed you his lighter to spark up a third, everything just seemed right in the moment. Your stomach hurt from laughing so much as Shoto choked on his water fighting a coughing fit from attempting to blow smoke rings.

“I swear I know how to do it” He croaked, whites of his eyes red and only making the colors sparkling bright as he wiped a tear away with a cough.

“Sure you do” You teased, taking a deep drag and listening to the sound of the wrap and the weed sizzling before nudging Sero to hand it to him and let Shoto recover for a minute, “Hey Hanta, what was that party trick you were talking about earlier?”. Sero grinned, taking the blunt from your fingers and fixing his dark eyes onto Shoto.

"Sit up I'll show you,". Your cheeks heated as you sat up from Shoto’s lap and scooted a little closer to Sero when he tugged you.

"This is just for fun, okay?" He asks, trying to joke but obviously asking for consent for whatever he was going to do as he held a soft hand against your cheek. You nodded, watching as he brought the blunt to his lips and took a long drag. He gently urged your face forward with the hand moving from your cheek to jaw, your heart racing out of your chest. Sero leaned in close, noses almost touching close, with his lips just barely hovering over yours. You really thought he was about to kiss you then his smoke was pouring out, hazing for a moment around you before Shoto was tapping you.

"Inhale," he said, his left hand against your hip, a shover rolling down your spine at the feeling of his chest so close. You took a shaky breath, tasting the weed against your tongue and feeling the warmth of Sero’s lips less than a centimeter away from yours. He pulled away with a smirk, his dark eyes blown from the smoke and a little red around the edges.

"W-what was that?" You stuttered, heart in your throat.

“Never been shotgunned before?” He asked, a lazy smile on his lips as he sat back a little more, letting you have your space back. You shook your head, giggling at the cloudy feeling in your brain and the buzz through your body down to the fingertips. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the doorbell rang, tensing up under Shoto’s hands which were still on your waist from you had sat up from his lap.

“That’s Denki coming to grab his bag, give me one sec,” Sero said, moving your feet off of him and grabbing a tied-up baggy from the tray before handing you the blunt and heading for the door. You took the last burning hit, snuffing the end out in the ashtray as you held the smoke in your lungs till your eyes began to water. Shoto nudged you, prompting you to turn around.

“Gimme that hit,” He said softly, the whites of his eyes a light pink and his voice hushed. You squeaked as he leaned in, lips almost brushing yours as you realized what he meant. You released the smoke against his mouth, his lips parted, tasting the smoke against his tongue as he practically stole it from your lungs. Your heart thrumming in your chest has your whole body throbbing, blood heating in your veins as warmth pooled behind your now throbbing clit. You were nearly panting as he brushed his nose against yours, top lip grazing yours as he released the hit and let the smoke dissipate in the air around you. You were high, brain fuzzy and body tingling, at least that’s the excuse you would use if he rejected you as you leaned in to lock lips with him, moaning softly as one of his hands moved to cradle your cheek in his palm. You practically melted at the feeling of his tongue gliding across your bottom lip, his groan rattling down to your very core. You felt out of control of your body as you moved, pressing closer to him as the scent of his cologne once again filled your nose. Another squeak escaped you as his hands went to your waist, bunching the material of your dress in his fingers for a moment before tracing up your sides and then back down to grip your hips until finally, he maneuvered you over onto his lap.

“Didn’t know you were so handsy when you're high Sho” you teased in a hushed tone, body thrumming with lust as you moved your hips down.

"Can't help it," he murmured, kissing your cheek, then your jaw. You carded the fingers of your left hand through his bi-colored hair, tugging a little at the roots and eliciting a soft moan to tumble past his lips.

“Don’t have too much fun without me” Sero piped up from the doorway with a chuckle. You caught Kaminari’s eye from the front door, your cheeks immediately warming.

“Well well well, there you are,” the blonde said.

“Been looking for me Denki?” You asked, knowing exactly why Kaminari was fidgeting a little uncomfortably.

“Everyone has, especially Katsuki,” He said, handing Sero some folded bills and stuffing the baggy into his pants, “You gonna come back?”. You laughed, hands on Shoto’s chest from where you had sat up still straddling his hips.

“Right. Like I would go back to that party right now,” you said with a roll of your eyes, “Katsuki embarrassed the fuck out of me, I’m not gonna go back just so he can give me some half-ass apology and make himself look better”.

“He’s been super pissed since you left, been trying to find out where you went,” Kaminari said, running his hand through his yellow and black hair. Maybe it was the beer still lingering in your system or maybe it was the weed clouding your mind but you couldn't seem to care anymore. Shoto let his hands wander, pulling the bottom of your dress up just enough to feel the material of your panties beneath his fingers.

“Tell him where she is then if he’s so concerned” Shoto piped up, a dark look in his heterochromatic eyes as he stared up at you, the hand not feeling you going up to cup your cheek, a soft thumb across your cheekbone. You could tell Kaminari was trying hard to keep his eyes on your face despite the lace of your panties barely covering your ass as Shoto pulled you to grind down against him, a soft moan spilling from your lips when you felt how hard he was beneath you. The shock in Kaminari’s yellow eyes and the flush dusting his cheeks had Sero smiling, nudging him out the door.

“Don’t worry Denks, we’ll take care of her” He said with a filthy smirk on his face as he edged the door shut, “Tell Katsuki we said hi”. You couldn’t help but giggle as the door shut, an odd sense of euphoria flooding through you. Were you really gonna do this? Your answer solidified as Shoto sat up a little and pressed light kisses against your throat, his nose skimming just under your jaw.

“This okay?” He asked, fingertips moving across the softness of your inner thighs, trailing closer and closer to where you wanted him the most.

“Mhmm,” You sigh breathily, lightly bucking your hips forward. You gasped as he dipped his fingers past the waistband of your panties, a groan rolling from his chest as he felt your wetness.

“Dressed this pretty pussy up so nice for him,” Shoto said as he moved the crotch of your panties to the side so he could gain more access, “and he goes and does that to you”. Your breath catches at the low rumbling of his voice, the tone he was taking. Something darker and wanting. You had never heard that from him before and now that it had graced your ears you felt almost desperate for it again.

“It’s his loss isn’t sweetheart?” Sero asked as he made his way back over to his spot on the couch, only stopping for a moment to let his long fingers grip one of your ass cheeks before giving it a light slap. Your body was practically buzzing, head fuzzy from the feeling of Shoto’s lips on your skin and his fingers running almost cautiously across your clit and smearing the wetness.

“F-Fuck” You whimpered at the lust burning up your spine, fingers gripping tighter into Shoto’s hair as his teeth grazed your collarbone.

“Wanna taste that pussy, can I?” He groaned out the question like it was paining him to wait. You nodded, maybe too eagerly as you heard Sero chuckle from beside you. Shoto’s strong hands were moving you so quickly you giggled as your head spun a little, turning you onto your knees just as you were about to get comfortable on your back, head leaned back on Sero’s thigh.

“How does her ass look in those lacey panties ‘Roki? Just as good as you always imagined?” the black-haired man asked, smirking a little bigger at the questioning look on your face as he grabbed one of the many pre-rolled blunts from his tray.

“Better” Shoto mumbled, tugging your underwear down and off one leg and then the other before pressing a soft kiss to both of your cheeks and biting down on your thigh. Sero got himself comfortable, flipping onto a random channel and letting whatever show play as he leaned back against the arm of the couch to get a full view.

“You know he’s been waiting for you since high school,” He said casually as he lit the blunt between his fingers. “This is probably a dream come true”. You couldn’t reply as Shoto sunk two fingers into your pussy, his free hand gripping your asscheek and spreading you as he rolled his tongue up from your clit to taste the liquid essence creaming from your hole. You could feel the moan buzz from his tongue all the way to your bones, goosebumps flooding your flesh as an equal moan of pleasure escaped your lips, your lids clenching shut as your eyes rolled back.

“Why not just share all my secrets Hanta,” Shoto commented through a rough tone, barely wanting to pull away from rolling your clit with his tongue, his fingers beginning to squelch inside of you.

“You’re literally moaning into her pussy like a whore, not much of a secret” Sero said, taking a deep drag until his chest looked full. You tugged on his shirt as he was about to release it, pulling until he got the message and leaned down, angling your face up with a soft hand under your jaw and blowing the hit against your tongue as you inhaled greedily. He jumped lightly as your hand went to trail up his thigh.

“Easy, might get something you’re not ready for,” He said, trying his hardest to ignore the way his cock hardened in his sweats as your pretty manicured hand moved dangerously close.

“I think I might be” You said, biting your bottom lip between your teeth as you stifled another moan as Shoto’s fingers fucked against the sweet spot inside of you. Sero’s cheeks burned a candy pink as you swept your finger along the waistband of his sweats.

“You good with this?”Sero asked Shoto over your back, holding the blunt to your lips to let you take a drag. You felt more than saw Shoto give him a thumbs up, a surprised squeak tumbling passed your lips as you felt his tongue join his fingers at your entrance, the warm muscle tasting everything you were giving him. Sero sat back again, this time moving his leg so it was up against the back of the couch and and the other planted on the floor, completely spread.

“I’m gonna make one thing clear though buttercup, can’t be falling in love with me” He smirked, a teasing shine to his dark eyes now red around the outer edge. You rolled your eyes with a smile, pushing your hips back slightly against Shoto’s mouth.

“I’ll-ahh- try my best” You whimpered, the warm feeling of your release building low in your gut at the fervent rolls of Shoto’s tongue on your clit, the graze of his teeth making you shiver and moan a breathy version of his name. God if you only knew how good he was at this you and katsuki would have been done a long time ago. The intense feeling of your orgasm washing over you had a slutty moan dripping off your tongue, eyes clinched shut as your body shook and you leaked down Shoto’s fingers and against his tongue.

“Shit sweetheart, so good for me, squeezing my fingers so tight” Shoto groaned, burying his face against your pussy again until you were twitching with overstimulation. You weren’t even sure if he was breathing as he continued to lap at your clit, fingers curling and scissoring your insides until you could feel your second orgasm coming.

“Earth to space cadet” Sero commented, the hot feeling of his hard cock tapping at your cheek dragging you back from the burning pleasure in your core. Your mind was still scattered and your body shaking but you took his cock in your mouth without pausing, drawing a surprised groan from his chest as you took him as far as you could, Sero’s cock being so long you could barely fit half into your mouth before the head was prodding at the opening of your throat. You held onto his thigh as you gagged, taking a breath through your nose as your eyes watered, fighting a cough down.

“She’s choking” Shoto said, pulling back away from your pussy but leaving his fingers fucking into you as he took the blunt from Sero’s fingers.

“She’s alright, She’s a natural” Sero said almost lazily, a satisfied sigh puffing with smoke from his lips as you worked him over with your tongue. You took what you couldn’t fit into your mouth in your hand and pumped him along with every suck, drool spilling out of the corners of your mouth as you traced the vein along the underside, Sero’s skin flush with goosebumps. The long fingers of one hand went to your hair, holding it back away from your face, letting him and Shoto get a good look.

“Such a filthy girl,” Shoto groaned, releasing the smoke of his hit against your back and pressing wet kisses up your spine, fingers still thrusting into you. You wouldn’t have been surprised if your brain was melting out of your ears as all of your senses were being overwhelmed. The rough and soft touches, the moans and groans ringing in your ears, the debauched sounds spilling from you when you could get a breath, the smell of arousal and weed smoke thick in the air. Before you knew it Sero was pulling you off his cock, a deep flush on his cheeks.

“Almost made me cum in your mouth,” He panted, pinching your nose with his knuckles in a teasing manner, “I’ve got a better idea though”. You weren’t even able to ask what he meant before he had a finger to your lips silencing you.

“Wanna get back at Katsuki?” He asked. You thought for only a second before nodding, your clit throbbing as Shoto unzipped his jeans. You rubbed your thighs together as Shoto spit into his hand and fisted himself out of his pants, the slick sound of him stroking himself with a mixture of his salvia and your juices had your pussy clenching around nothing .In all honesty you had though about this many times, having both of your best friends use you to hearts content, being on your knees and wanting. All thoughts of Katsuki were long gone, something you would deal with tomorrow as bitterness still swam in your chest. You looked up at Shoto through your lashes as you took his cock in your hand, cheeks warming at the weight of him in your hand. He was thicker than Sero, not longer but definitely bigger, his tip a pretty red and already leaking, practically begging for attention.

“Been hiding this big boy from me for too long” You said, a hot groan gracing your ears as you taped the sticky head against your tongue, Shoto’s hips rocking forward . You grasped Sero’s dick in your hand, stroking him as Shoto stretched your mouth. Your eyes were watering again as his girth pushed you to your limit, you could feel the tears spill over and you knew your carefully done makeup was smeared to hell.

“Look how pretty you are, mouth so full of my cock you can barely think straight” Shoto said roughly, thrusting lightly against your tongue. You could feel Sero rub the leaking tip of his cock against your cheek, impatient with the pace you set with your hand.

“Don’t forget me sweetness” He huffed, fingers going to your head to push you further down when you turn to him with your tongue out, “Suck me good and I’ll give you a bag of bud as a party favor”. He winked at you when you looked up at him, moaning your confirmation around his cock and making his thighs shake. You lost sense of yourself after a moment, fervent hands seemingly trading you back and forth, Sero fucking down your throat and Shoto pressing heavy against your tongue as they let growled praise and groans fill your ears. Drool was running down your chin and you were soaking your panties, every moan of your name or grip of fingers against your hair or throat had slutty noises pouring from your lips.

“F-Fuck Baby, d’know how long m’gonna last” Shoto said heavily, his eyes half lidded and nearly crossing everytime he felt your tongue sweep his cock.

“Same, fuck you got a mouth on you” Sero groaned filthily his eyes clinched shut as you sucked him in against your gag reflex again and again. One of Shoto’s hands had wandered to tug the top of your dress down and tug at your nipple, sending nearly electric shocks of pleasure down to your toes. Everything about this situation made you want to cum again but also being denied the stimulation you craved had your stomach in knots.

“Let’s take a pretty picture for Katsuki, Baby” Shoto panted, jaw set as your hand stroked what your mouth couldn’t get, a strangled moan escaping as Sero’s long fingers squeezed your flushed throat right where his cock was attempting to pummel through. You hadn't noticed the phone in Shoto’s hand until both guys were panting deep breaths and shifting away from you, fisting themselves in slick pumps as their breath groans pushed you closer to an untouched release.

“Stick your tongue out,” Sero instructed, “Smile, and I’d shut your eyes”. It was barely a moment after your eyes were closed that you felt the first shot of hot cum streak across your cheek, then your lips and tongue, and then the sound of Shoto’s groan and another splash and drip down your jaw and across your tongue again.

“Perfect, god your gorgeous, this was fun” Sero huffed, still trying to catch his breath.

“Now don’t go falling in love with me Hanta” You commented with a smirk, swallowing down what had made it into your mouth.

“Let me get you a towel” Shoto said shakily, his thighs twitching as he made is way over to the bathroom, the faucet running a second before he was coming back, wet towel in hand. You gratefully took it from him, wiping your face and chest clean.

“Wanna see it before I send it?” Sero asked angling his phone towards you. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, Katsuki was gonna loose his mind. There you were in full glory covered in a mix of Sero’s and Shoto’s cum, blissed out smile on your face and tongue out happy to take everything they gave you.

“Send it” You said with smile, “and roll another blunt please”.

#igot5onitcollab #hanta sero #shoto todoroki #hanta sero x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #hanta sero smut #shoto todoroki smut #college au #tw drug use #tw weed #tw alcohol #mha smut

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rainbow-flavoured-skittles · 2 months

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’Cause Daddy Doesn’t Love Me, Mommy is a God

it’s here!! Almost 3k words of Jay centric angst why do these keep getting longer. this is split into two scenes; one from Jay’s childhood, the other right before he becomes a ninja. warning for one instance of mild swearing, cross posted to ao3

Jay poked at his cereal sluggishly. It was the first day of term break and he was all alone in the house. Again. Dad had gone to work, he was pretty sure, and wouldn’t be back until night. The housekeeper and nanny, Ms. Peony, was at her daughter’s wedding this week. None of the other employees were here today either, meaning that Jay had the house all to himself.

Giving up on his cereal, which had begun to get soggy, Jay went upstairs to his room. For other people, the house may have been considered eerily quiet, but for Jay it was normal. The only sounds he could hear were his own footsteps and the air humidifier. Gurgle. Gurgle. Gurgle.

Jay looked over his comic book collection. He had quite a few, ranging from Fritz Donnegan to Spider-Man to Wonder Woman. None of them seemed particularly interesting right now, though. Not even the Fritz Donnegan ones, which were his favourite.

Maybe I can draw something, he thought. Pulling out some colour pencils and paper, Jay quickly sketched out a dragon. He liked dragons. Cole’s mom had told them stories about them. The dragon he’d drawn was blue, with yellow stripes and fire coming out of its mouth. Pretty cool, in his opinion. Maybe Dad could hang it up on the fridge.

Speaking of Dad, Jay missed him. It was just the two of them when Jay was little, and now he was always busy. Jay missed when they would curl up on the couch with popcorn and watch a silly movie together.

Shaking his head to snap out of the old memories, Jay picked up another sheet of paper. Thinking about the past wouldn’t change the present. He went to go get the markers — he wasn’t technically allowed to use them, but they were needed for his new drawing.

Uncapping the orange marker lead him to realise it was dried out. He tried the red one instead, getting the same results. A third test showed that all the markers were likely dried and unusable.

Great. Now he really had nothing to do. It seemed too early for TV, and he didn’t want to bother plugging in the video games. Oh, wait! There was a landline in the house. Jay wasn’t entirely sure how to use it, but maybe he could call Cole. Cole was always good company.

Marching down the stairs now that he had renewed purpose, Jay found the landline and tried to remember Cole’s number. It wasn’t technically his, much like how the number Jay had given him wasn’t actually Jay’s, but it would contact Cole.

Punching in the numbers, Jay watched the phone ring. Someone picked up on the fourth one. “Hello?” That someone said. It was Cole’s mom.

“Hi, Mrs. Hence, it’s Jay,” Jay started. “I’m looking for Cole?”

“Oh, I’m afraid he’s not here right now,”

Jay felt a pang of disappointment at that. “That’s alright. Thanks,” he hung up before Mrs. Hence could respond. It was rude, Jay knew, but he did it anyway.

Now what could he do? It wasn’t even lunch yet, and Dad wouldn’t be back until after dinner. Jay had no one to talk to for the entire day.

Maybe a nap was the solution, Jay decided. Mrs. Chan, his old babysitter, had often said that sleeping helped pass the time. Though he wasn’t sure if that applied to kids, or just grown-ups.

It was worth a shot. Jay went back to his room, Spider-Man crawling up the stairs, and jumped onto the bed. His blankets were still rumpled from the morning, his stuffed animals shoved into the corner.

Jay closed his eyes and tried to sleep. It was harder than expected. The light kept shining into his eyes. Groaning, he pulled the blanket over his head, trapping himself in darkness. Much better, Jay thought.

He woke up at about five in the afternoon, well past lunch but still before his dad would return. Jay rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and dragged himself out of bed. Mrs. Chan had been right. Now, time to get a late lunch (did it still count as lunch?) and some water.

After a quick snack of potato chips and chocolate, Jay was feeling much better. Junk food was always good for energy, and Dad would (hopefully) be home by 9:00. He could watch movies until then.

Turning on the television and scrolling through Netflix, Jay found that there weren’t a lot of movies he wanted to watch. Giving a brief shudder at Coraline, he eventually clicked on Into the Spider-verse. It was a good enough movie.

One movie marathon later, it was already seven o’clock. Jay went to the pantry and grabbed some instant ramen as dinner — perhaps not the healthiest, but definitely tasty.

It was getting dark, now. Soon it would be completely pitch black. Jay hoped that Dad got home before that. He didn’t like staying at home alone during the night.

Jay slurped up the rest of his dinner and put the bowl in the sink. He’d deal with that later, right now he wanted to play with his action figures.

Fritz Donnegan lands on the ground, sticking a perfect landing. ��No sign of any ambush,” he says. “I’m going to look around, stay on guard.” He takes a step forward, and then—

Downstairs, the front door slammed closed. Jay looked up at the sudden noise, and jumped to his feet upon realising that his dad was home.

“Dad!” Jay ran into his father’s arms, hugging him as tightly as a nine-year-old could.

“Hello, Jay,” Dad said. He pried Jay’s arms off himself.

Jay tried not to let that sting. “I drew a picture for you!” He exclaimed.

“Mhm,”

“Don’t you want to see it?”

Dad sighed. “Not right now, Jay.”

“Okay,” Jay said. “I’ve already had dinner, so there’s no need to cook for me,”

“That’s good,”

“I called Cole, too, but he wasn’t there. I did watch a movie, though. It was fun!”

“I need to shower and eat, Jay,” and oh, that was Dad’s ‘I’m Getting Tired and You Need to be Quiet’ voice. “You should go to bed now,”

“Okay,” Jay ran back upstairs. He hadn’t even gotten to show Dad his dragon picture.

Jay looked up at the mansion he called home and frowned. Dad was considering sending him to boarding school after all the trouble he’d been getting into. “It wasn’t my fault,” Jay had screamed last night. Dad had started yelling, and he hadn’t wanted to deal with it anymore. Jay had stormed out the door and didn’t come back until Dad was asleep.

No one was home right now, so Jay let himself in. Dad was still out with his girlfriend, Amanda. Yet another woman who treated Jay like he was rubbish, or pretended like he didn’t exist. After all, nobody wanted to deal with the illegitimate son of Cliff Gordon, Jay thought bitterly. Nobody except Cole, and he’d been gone for years by now.

Kicking off his shoes and shoving them in the hallway closet, Jay went to his room and collapsed on the ground. He didn’t bother locking the door. Dad would be out all night.

Scrolling through his phone showed nothing of interest. There was a new trailer for some action movie, but it wasn’t like Jay had anyone to go see it with. Also, Jay didn’t want to see anything with his dad’s face in it.

Hmm. Jay’s thoughts drifted to the makeshift hang glider shoved up in the attic. It was one of the results from his venture into DIY-ing. (Not that Jay didn’t do inventing anymore, just that it was one of the earlier projects.)

“Where are you?” Jay muttered to himself as he dug through the attic. It was shoved full of old trinkets and boxes. None of them seemed to be labelled. So far he’d found two boxes of old books and papers, five boxes of assorted junk, and one box of family photos. But no hang glider.

He squeezed past another crumbling box of who-knows-what and threw aside an old lamp. Jay figured it was yet another priceless antique that had been left to rot, much like the other twelve pieces of junk he’d found so far.

His efforts were finally rewarded when he found the hang glider dumped into a corner. Picking it up and shaking the dust away revealed that it was (mostly) in good condition. Now to get it out of the attic and to a good hang gliding place. Doing his best to fold it up, Jay dragged the hang glider though mountains of boxes and down the stairs. Huffing and sweaty, he glared at it.

“You’re a lot more trouble than I expected,” he said. “This better be a fun activity,”

Getting the hang glider into his car proved easier than finding it. The trunk was just barely big enough to fit it. Jay wasn’t technically allowed to drive, but Ninjago City wasn’t known for good law enforcement anyway.

The commute took just over an hour — enough time for Jay to finish the podcast he’d been listening to.

“Ugh, finally,” he muttered as he parked the car in place. Dragging the hang glider out, Jay found the nearest skyscraper and climbed up. He got strange looks for it, and it was a weird sight to see a teenager with what was essentially an oversized kite, but he managed.

The building he’d chosen was a good spot for hang gliding. With lots of other buildings around it, Jay had a much better chance of not falling to his death and landing safely on another rooftop. Sure, it was probably illegal, but no one would notice. Hopefully. Jay really hadn’t thought this through.

Well, too late to back out now. Jay spread the glider’s wings, checked to make sure he was fully strapped in, and jumped.

It was exhilarating for the first few seconds, but Jay quickly found that the rest of it was terrible. The glider worked — he had gotten a smooth takeoff, and he wasn’t falling to his death, but Jay should have realised the billboards scattered around were a hazard. He crashed into one with about as much grace as a manatee and collapsed. The world was swirling. Jay bet that if anyone could see him, they’d see birds flying around his head.

“Well, isn’t this an interesting sight?” A voice startled Jay out of his dizziness.

“Wh— huh?” Jay looked up, head still spinning, to see an old man sitting calmly and drinking tea.

“Who are you?” He blurted, then realised that was probably rude.

The old man didn’t seem offended. “A dreamer, like you,” he said.

Jay resisted the urge to call the old man crazy and run away screaming. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“You may call me Wu. I’ve been waiting for you for a while,”

“What are you, some kinda stalker?” Jay narrowed his eyes.

“No, nothing like that. I want to offer you an opportunity,”

“An opportunity?” Jay parroted.

“Yes. There is a dark force rising, and I cannot stop it on my own. You have great potential. I want to train you in the ways of spinjitsu,”

“I don’t— what?” Jay’s head spun from all the new information. Or maybe that was the probable concussion.

“You have potential you are not aware of, and I can help you unlock it,” Wu sipped his tea.

“What’s this ‘spinjitsu’ gig going to involve? I wanna know what I’m getting into,”

“You would be able to help people. And the world could very much depend on you,”

Do it, something in Jay whispered. He took a breath and put a determined look on his face. “I’ll do it,” he said carefully, “but I need to pack first. And I can’t just run off without telling anyone,”

Wu nodded. “Of course. Meet me here tomorrow at sunrise, and we will start your training,”

“Yeah, sure,”

Wu smiled, picked up his teapot, and walked to the side of the building. When Jay blinked, he had vanished. Stupid cryptid old man and his stupid cryptic messages.

Jay left the remains of his glider on the rooftop. It was unsalvageable, and Jay figured that he wouldn’t have a use for it anymore. He found his car, shoved the parking ticket into his pocket, and drove home.

The house had lights on when he returned — that wasn’t a good sign. It meant that Dad was back, which meant the argument from yesterday would start again. Great.

Jay opened the door as quietly as he could, cringing at the creaky noises it made. You would think a multimillionaire celebrity could afford to oil his door hinges, but apparently not.

Dad was standing in the main hall when Jay turned around.

“Where have you been?” He snapped. “I’ve been waiting for over an hour now.”

Jay scowled and looked at his dad angrily. “I was out.”

“Out doing what? I grounded you,”

“Doing stuff,”

“You are grounded. You’re not allowed to leave this house.” Dad glared at Jay, but it had lost the intimidation factor years ago.

“Well, I did. And it’s not like you would’ve noticed,” Jay said that last part under his breath, but Dad still caught it.

“Why wouldn’t I notice?”

“Because you’re never around! There! I said it! You’re never around, you don’t ever know where I am, you don’t care about me!” Jay exploded. “All you care about is your stupid career and fancy house,” Wow, where had all that come from? Jay wasn’t normally very vocal towards his dad.

“Jason Edward Gordon! Go to your room and don’t look at me until you’ve apologised.” Dad glowered.

“Well then, I guess I’m not gonna look at you ever again,” Jay spat. He marched up the stairs and slammed the door.

Cursing under his breath, Jay stomped around the room and looked for his backpack. If he was going to become some sort of ass-kicking vigilante, he’d need supplies.

Clothes. A couple pairs of socks. Water bottle. Headphones. Tablet. All these items were shoved into a duffel bag — the backpack wasn’t big enough. Though Jay was still bringing the backpack, because it was cool.

He made a point to be as quiet as possible. Let Dad think he was sulking, when really he was plotting an escape. The old man Wu had said to meet at sunrise, but Jay would have had to pack even if he wasn’t running away, so it didn’t make a difference to do it early.

Jay looked into his drawers for anything he might want to keep. There probably wouldn’t be any coming back after he left. He found multiple trinkets he’d bring — an old pocket knife, some notebooks, a portable charger. All of those would be useful.

Digging even further led him to find an old bracelet. It was old and tattered, and the little star charm was banged up, but Jay remembered this bracelet. Cole had given it to him right before he got shipped to boarding school. Jay slipped it into his pocket.

A bottle of lotion got thrown into the mess that was his bag too, along with a couple books. Jay left his phone. He didn’t want to get tracked, and he rather doubted Wu had Wi-Fi.

Zipping up the duffle bag and shoving it under his bed proved easy enough. Jay thought about writing a note, but decided not to. Not like Dad would bother reading it. He fell into a dreamless sleep quickly.

At exactly four o’clock in the morning, Jay’s alarm sounded. He didn’t normally wake up so early, but sacrifices had to be made if he wanted to get to Ninjago City before sunrise. He grabbed his duffle bag and crept down to the kitchen, planning to get a quick breakfast. He didn’t expect his dad to be sitting at the table.

They made eye contact. Dad opened his mouth, clearly planning to ask what Jay was doing, so Jay spoke first. “I’m leaving,” he said.

That seemed to stun Dad into silence. “What?” He finally croaked out, face a perfect mask of shock and confusion.

“I’m leaving,” Jay repeated, “I don’t know if I’ll be back.”

“Why?”

Jay shuffled his feet. This conversation had not been a part of his plan. “I got an offer,” he decided to say. “I was told that I have potential, and that I could unlock it,”

Dad rose to his feet. “Who?” He demanded. “Who told you that?”

“Just someone,” Jay shrugged.

Dad narrowed his eyes. “Was his name Wu?”

“I— yeah,” Jay admitted.

“I should have known,” Dad sighed. “Your mother knew him. She always said that you’d have to make a choice, someday. I suppose this is that choice.”

“Mom knew him?”

“I don’t know all the details, but yes. You should go. I think we both need time alone, and it’ll be good for you. Just stay safe,”

“You don’t get to parent me after ten years of forgetting me,” Jay snapped.

Dad looked at him with sad eyes. “I know,” he said. “I wasn’t cut out to be a parent. If you don’t come back, I understand.”

Jay thought back to his earliest memories. Their relationship hadn’t always been this strained — he could remember good times, with movie nights and silly dance parties and being tucked into bed with a kiss. But he couldn’t find the words to say all that, so instead he said, “I’ll tell you if stuff happens.” An inadequate response, but it would have to do.

Dad nodded grimly. “You can take the car,”

Jay nodded back and took the keys. He walked out the door, started the car, and didn’t look back. He’d have to drive quickly if he wanted to make it by sunrise.

#Jay is not having a good time in this one #I tried to make his meeting with Wu parallel the one in canon #I think it turned out pretty well #the next one focuses on Cole and Lilly's death #it's going to be split into 2 chapters most likely #bruise childhood friends au #jay walker #cliff gordon #jay ninjago #ninjago jay #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago fic #kit's writing

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2, 4, 12, 23, and 25 for a character you might not expect from m-just kidding, it's Eggman. :^)

Oh no, quelle surprise :P

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

His sheer perserverance. He will not give up. He will not have a bad day. He will not give anything less than his 100%. He will try anything in his power to get his way. Doesn't work? Oh well, let's try again. It's inspirational lol.

Also, in a more meta-context, I like how most videogame baddies have a "well I'll send you my minions, if you're strong enough to reach me I will challenge you" policy, which is totally valid! But Eggman? No, he tries to deal with those menaces himself (IIRC the only exception is most 8-bit games where most bosses are just his robots, and even then in S2 he had that iconic "saving Sonic from lava to kill him with his creation" scene). He doesn't delegate: he will see things through!

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Metroid. He'd thrive in that sci-fi setting, he would immediately plan the best way to colonize certain planets, and ofc he'd attempt to tame the titular creatures for himself :P I wonder if he'd strike an alliance with Ridley or butt heads with him.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

He was a spoiled only child, with the kind of parents who would hear that their son bullied another kid and be aghast at such lies, because their little angel can do nothing wrong!

Also, while his passion is ofc engineering, I think he had a genuine fascination with history. He wanted to learn from those schmucks' mistakes to do better :P it would also explain how easily he finds tablets of gods to tame and why he loves defacing ruins so much.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

Of course he'd have the coolest picture in Forces :P man, that logo.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I remember not caring about Eggman until Colors lol. Perhaps a consequence of growing up with the Adventure-era games where he would always get usurped by another villain, so I was like, why should I be scared by this guy? :^)

I started to appreciate him better in Colors, because not only he was gut-bustingly funny with his PA announcements, but also look at him, actually getting very close to winning without any treacherous gods in the way! And then he kept the streak going! until recently Huh, will you look at that, he's actually pretty cool!

And then, thanks to you :P I learned to also see all the accomplishments I missed out on in previous games, even those where he otherwise was not treated very well, ex. building the Egg Fleet in Heroes.

So yeah, went from being all :\ to being all :D about him!

#sonic the hedgehog #dr. eggman

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swampstew · 1 year

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Truth or Dare

Summary: Eustass Kid was obsessed with the new Witch on his ship under his custody, and the feeling was mutual. As the two flirt between the lines of frenemies and associates, Killer suggests a game. What could go wrong? Will they choose Truth and admit their feelings, or will they choose Dare and engage in reckless activities? Scene from my OP Fanfiction - edited so it can be read as a self insert. Let me know if you like it and want me to pull/edit the other book smut scenes.

WC: 3.6K CW: 18+; NSFW; sex under the influence but consented to; alcohol consumption; oral sex; penetration - PIV; AFAB reader x Eustass Kid

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Kid watched them all partying, a cheeky grin on his face. The crew kept singing until the song ended; crowd and band dispersed to get more liquor. Killer swayed over to Kid; the man always got a little too sassy when he had too much to drink. “You gonna join in on the fun, Captain?”

“I’m fine where I am.”

“You never let loose. Even before the Witch joined us. We’ve made it to the New World Kid, try to enjoy yourself a little.”

He sighed, draining his glass. “What do you suggest I do then?”

Killer clasped his hands together before separating them slowly, “let’s play a game.” Kid rolled his eyes. “Let’s play truth or dare,” the tone in his voice irked Kid.

“And why the fuck would we do that?”

“Because its fuuuuuuuun.”

“We’re not children we’re pirates you drunk.”

“I’m trying to help you, idiot.”

“And do tell how exactly this helps.”

“Well for one, it builds morale amongst your crew. For two, playing this game with (Y/N) will either mean she tells us more about herself, orrrrr,” he giggled, “or she can be dared to do things.”

Kid narrowed his eyes, “We’re not making her do anything weird.”

Killer shook his head vigorously. “Noooo nothing weird but like say I dared her to kiss you in front of all of us.”

“I can fucking kiss her whenever I want without you bitches watching as an audience. Also weren’t you the one who told me to keep my dick away from her?”

Killer nodded, “Yeah but it’s also very obvious how into her you are. Also, I see the way she eye-fucks you when you’re not looking. She waaaants you,” he teased.

Kid turned as red as his hair, “Sh-SHUT UP!” He stomped to the barrel, filling his glass once more.

Killer grabbed the microphone and announced the game, the pirates all whooped and cheered. Groaning, Kid covered his face. (Y/N) was laughing, mixed in with some of the men, she appeared to have grown used to the strong drink as she lapped it up. She walked to the barrel to refill her glass. “You gonna play too?” Kid asked.

“I’ve never played so yes,” she giggled, taking a small sip. Kid groaned again, “I’m gonna kill Killer.” She laughed, tugging on his coat, she led him to the deck where the crew started taking seats on the ground in a large circle. Killer stood in the middle, waiting for everyone to pay attention to him. He quickly explained the rules and began the game.

“Heat – truth or dare.”

“Uhhh truth.”

“Okay, tell us, how the FUCK are you able to breathe fire?”

Heat began to blush, eyes downcast. After a minute, he closed his eyes and said, “when I was a kid, I stole a pepper from this farmer, there was some type of festival going on, I don’t remember. I was starving and it was huge. I ate it, and it was the hottest goddamn thing that I have ever had in my mouth. I swallowed it and I remember steam escaping out of my nose and ears. I cried out for water, but instead of words, fire came out, and I accidentally burned down the event. I’ve been able to breathe fire ever since,” the man shoved a hand through his hair until it fell over half his face.

“Hahaha that’s awesome!” Kid exclaimed, laughing. Heat blushed even more, red coloring up his pale complexion. Killer called him to the middle, it was his turn to pick a victim. The game wore on for several minutes before a crew member picked on the Witch.

“Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

Everyone oooooh’d, Kid narrowed his eyes. “Have you ever regretted killing anyone?”

(Y/N) brought a hand to her chin, musing for a moment. “No. Every person I’ve killed has deserved it. I do regret torturing sailors when I was on Thriller Bark because I was forced into doing so by Gecko Moira. But as far as people I’ve killed, every person has been an enemy of the Straw Hats or was a Marine. So no, I don’t have any regrets about those I’ve killed.” The crew nodded in approval and Kid lifted his drink to her, taking a swig. Taking one herself, she got up in the center, looking for her victim. Her eyes zeroed in on Kid, and he internally winced.

“Truth or Dare Kid.”

“Dare, obviously”

“Hmmmm, I dare you to…..make me my own fur coat, yours is hella cozy.”

Killer popped up, “I made the coat! He can’t sew for shit, so I’ll do it. Do a new Dare!” Kid snarled at him, but (Y/N) was laughing.

“Ok ok ok. Kid, I dare you to…say one nice thing to each of your crew.” Kid groaned out loud, but the men started cheering him on. Getting up, he walked up to each man and gave them a compliment. He hated every minute of it, but he did have a sense of relief, seeing his men beaming at him for each compliment he gave out. That wasn’t too bad, he thought. As he went back to his seat, Killer pointed at the center stage. Groaning again, Kid stood in the middle, draining his drink.

“(Y/N) Truth or Dare.”

“What?! I was just up there!”

“Do it” the crew chanted.

“Fine Dare.”

The redhead smirked, “I dare you to be my drink wench for the rest of the night. I need a refill now,” he let his glass dangle on his pinky. She rolled her eyes, walking up and taking his glass, refilling it. The crew and Witch played many rounds of the game, she dutifully refilled Kid’s glass at least three more times before she was called on again.

“Truth or Dare?” called out a pirated named Boogie.

“Dare”

“I dare you to give us a show, sing for us!” the crew began banging hands on the deck.

To her credit, (Y/N) put on a show, clearly enjoying singing, her voice was playful as she changed her tone and pitch during the first few songs. Sometimes she sang with a husky voice, evoking a sense of lustiness during the songs. She danced along the beat shaking her hips, Kid ate her up with his eyes. She met his eyes during a verse, singing:

You and your museum of lovers The precious collection you've housed in your covers My simpleness threatened by my own admission And the bags are much too heavy In my insecure condition My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again

Her voice sounded lusty; Kid’s mouth was drier than a desert island. She spun around dancing on stage, continuing the song, the crew cheering and whooping. She locked eyes with him again as she sang on:

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater You make me feel like I couldn't love another I can't help it you’re my kind of man Why do the good girls always want the bad boys

She winked playfully at him as she sang that line. He was losing his grip. Smirking at her, he held up his empty cup. As the song ended, he told Killer to take over the set, (Y/N) made her way to him and refilled their glasses. “You’re not a bad singer,” he nodded at her.

“Aww I’m glad I finally got my compliment,” she giggled at him. He looked at her confused for a moment.

“Your dare was to compliment everyone on my crew – or are you considering yourself one of us now?” he smirked. She opened her mouth to retort, but then closed it again, realizing his words.

“Fair enough” she shrugged.

“I was serious though, didn’t expect that from you.”

“I’m full of wonderful surprises.”

“I look forward to discovering them all,” he responded, taking another large swig. They both blushed at his words. “You look good in red,” he spoke into the glass. It was the truth, the halter top she wore made his eyes zero in on her breasts, her ass looked amazing in the leather pants. Flipping her hair off to the side, she thanked him, cheeks fully flushed. She took another sip of her rum when he looked into her eyes. “Truth or Dare?”

(Y/N) gulped, “we’re still playing?”

“I am.”

“Truth.”

“Who is the most attractive person on this ship?”

“Easy, me.” Kid rolled his eyes at her.

“Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to take me somewhere nice.”

“Right now?”

“Surprise me.”

He closed his eyes thinking. “Ok, it won’t be now then. Truth or Dare?”

(Y/N) drained her glass, “Dare.”

“I dare you to do the first thing that pops into your mind right now.” She hiccupped, eyes growing wide.

“I-I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Her face and neck turned red, “I just can’t.” He looked her over before taking her to the rum barrels, topping of their glasses one last time. Kid looked back, his crew were entirely engrossed in the show Killer was putting on, so he grabbed (Y/N)'s hand and led her to the Crow’s Nest, which was thankfully empty. He let her climb up first, he wanted the excuse to look at her ass as she shimmied up the ladder. They shut the door behind them and they sat together on the red velvet bench.

“Is this better?” She nodded shyly, eyes on the floor. “Ok then, you have a Dare to fulfill.” She took a tiny sip of her drink before putting the glass down on the floor. Kid held on to his glass with a death grip. He watched as she took a deep breath in and exhaled. “You don’t have to be so nervous around me,” he snickered.

“Shut up!” she cried, twisting her hair. She dropped the strand, putting all her weight on her hands that had gripped the seat, she leaned forward and kissed Kid, pressing her soft lips against his. He kissed her back, licking her lower lip with his tongue, he parted her lips and explored her mouth. They made out for a few minutes before she pulled back, lightly panting, she pulled up her glass and took another swig. Looking back at him, his lipstick was smeared slightly, and she wiped her face with the back of her hand, noting the stains that came off on her hand. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“How often do you sleep around?” she asked shyly. Kid blinked.

“Uhm, I don’t exactly keep track. If the mood strikes, I might act on it. I don’t always though. Why?”

“Just playing the game,” she muttered.

“Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

��Are you single?” he took a drink.

“Yes.” She took a drink as well. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.”

“Tell me the truth, what do you think of me?”

Kid took a breath, “I don’t know what to make of you sometimes. You’re talented, strong, and fucking gorgeous, but sometimes you’re completely antisocial and I’m left wondering if you even like being here.”

“I don’t hate being here, but I do miss my crew. They were my friends and we got forced apart in the most violent of ways. I miss our adventures and all, but I know that we all must get stronger if we’re going to survive the New World. I like your crew; heh I even like you. Just trying to make sure I stay in my lane.”

“Truth or Dare?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, draining her glass. “God how are we still playing this game? Dare.”

His eyes were dark, “I dare you to kiss me again.”

She let out a tiny gasp, turning red again. “I don’t know about th—” he cut her off.

“You chose dare, now face the consequences.”

She let out a whine, standing up and pacing. He leaned back against the bench, legs spread open, arms hanging on the back. Maybe the liquor had finally gone to his head, or maybe he was just desperate to see what she would do, but he was not backing down from this. Finally, she took a tentative step towards him, then another, finally walking up straight to him. She sat on his thigh and leaned in, kissing him again, she took one arm and hooked it around his neck and used her other hand to trail her fingers over his muscular arms and chest. Kid angled his head so he could deepen the kiss, his hand was still holding his glass. He tossed it across the room and gripped (Y/N)'s waist, pulling her legs over so she was straddling his hips.

As they continued kissing, his hands trailed over her body, lightly touching her; she did the same to him, both hands tracing the lines of his abs and pecs. He brought a hand down, cupping her ass, and she sighed into him. “More,” she whispered. He took his other hand and squeezed her breast. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth as she began panting. She could feel him hardening underneath her and she made no motions to get off. She pressed her pelvis down against him, earning a growl from the large man, who moved his head and bit down on her neck. She let out a small shriek. He bit down again, licking the tender spot. He finally let go and pulled back from her, his lipstick had stained her neck and jaw.

“Take your top off,” he commanded. She did as she was told, and he watched her large breasts bounce freely when the top was thrown off. He had one hand still on her waist, and he gripped her tightly, enjoying the way his hands looked digging into her flesh. He pulled her forward, taking one breast into his mouth as he sucked on her nipple, pinching, and teasing the other with his free hand. She let out tiny gasps and pants that drove him wild, biting and sucking more intensely. She began to ground her pelvis on his erection, and he growled at her, eyes closing at the sensation as it gripped his body. He let her do this a few times before picking her up and pushing her in his former position. Now that she was seated, he leaned her backwards and began tugging her pants off.

Underneath she wore a pair of maroon panties that hugged her ass cheeks. His fingers dug into the materials, softly rubbing her at her entrance. Her panting was louder now, she even gave off a few delicious sounding moans, the material quickly soaking under his touch. He let out a guttural growl as he pushed the material aside and licked up her slit, her juices flowed freely on his tongue as he lapped her up. His tongue was restless, dragging along her clitoris when he trailed upwards, and thrusting inside her core when he travelled downwards. Her moaning become insistent and louder, her fingers scraping against his scalp as she tugged on his hair, trying to pull him closer inside of her. He continued with tonguing her delicious pussy. He began to feel her walls clenching on him, and he pulled his tongue out, replacing it with his fingers.

He pumped two of them in and out of her, his mouth finding her nipple again, he sucked on that while he fingered her quickly. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm, her walls clenched over his fingers and he felt her pulsate as the orgasm washed over her. She let out a wail of moans as she rutted against his fingers. When she was done, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and into her mouth. She lapped herself up, and his mouth found hers, tongue fighting against hers to take back some of her taste to his mouth. (Y/N)’s fingers started tugging on his pants, and wasting no time, he yanked them down to his ankles.

His cock sprang forward, no longer being held down by constraints, and she eyed it hungrily. He was massive, and she gulped, wondering if he would even fit inside her. She ran her fingers over his tip, slowly running them down his length, his cock bobbed from the contact, his hips lightly thrusted forward. She gripped him and began to slowly pump him, her eyes locked on to his cock not letting it leave her sight. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth and he gasped, enjoying the feeling of her hot little mouth on his tip. He thrusted in her, burying himself down her throat as she ran her tongue on his underside. She took him in and out, her hand palming his base as she lowered her lips to meet her hand and then pull back. The sensation made his legs feel like jelly, but Kid stood there taking it, watching the Witch take him with her mouth as he growled in pleasure.

He let (Y/N) have her way with him before he pulled out, pumping himself a few times, he lowered his body down, looking in her eyes. “Please, I need you,” she whispered to him, irises blown up, lust in her voice. He nodded and he pulled her forward by her hips. He lined his cock up to her entrance and he entered her slowly. He gasped at the sensation, her wetness let him slide in with ease and he could feel her pussy stretching around his cock, allowing him in deeper. Kid was no stranger to sex but this was different. He felt fucking fantastic as he watched his cock slowly slide into (Y/N), her face was scrunched up in pleasure, moaning as he slid his cock deeper inside her, inch by delicious inch. He was dumbstruck, impressed with her ability to take him in completely, his length disappearing into her tight hole. He let out his own pants and groans, his cock stuffed inside her, his balls began to lightly slap against her ass as he began thrusting in and out of her, at a comfortable pace for them both.

(Y/N)'s eyes were half closed, hands gripping his shoulders as he continued rutting against her. She let out tiny pleas of “yes, more, faster” as he followed her wishes. He could feel her orgasm building as his tip rubbed against a spongey spot inside of her and that was when she got wild. She let out little screams of pleasure as he rubbed against the spot, nails digging into his shoulder and back. He started thrusting faster, her walls clenching his cock as he moved in and out. He started losing rhythm as his thrusting became bucking into her. He could feel his cock hitting her cervix as it bounced off, but he couldn’t stop. “Fuck fuck I’m gonna come,” she cried into his chest.

“Yes (Y/N), come for me. Cream all over my cock - I want to shoot a load in you,” he panted over her. That made her wail yes over and over as her orgasm rocked her. She clenched her pussy around his cock as the waves crashed over her, biting his neck, squealing into him, she shuddered throughout it. That made him drive straight off the edge, he felt the heat buildup in his tip and then he was coming inside of her, letting out a primal groan. He overfilled her, cum dripping out as he kept thrusting into her, pooling into a puddle on the floor, beads soaking into the bench fabric. She tightened her hold on him, legs wrapped around his waist as she let out a final cry of pleasure, resting her head against his heaving chest. He rutted against her a few more times, catching his breath, finished spilling his seed inside of her, he stilled holding her body against his tightly. He breathed into her hair, closing his eyes trying to steady his heart. She held on equally as tightly. His cock began to soften and he pulled out. Before he could pull his pants up, she gripped his cock. Without a word, she lapped up their combined juices off his length, her tongue flicking his slit, she licked it clean, finally letting go. He pulled his pants up. She quickly pulled on her own clothes.

They both collapsed into the bench, his arm around her shoulder, both heads laying against the headrest as they steadied their breathing. They sat in silence for a while before Kid lifted his head, “I wonder if they’re still out there.” (Y/N) shrugged, not moving. Turning his face to hers, he kissed her again. “I wasn’t expecting the night to end like this, but I’m glad nonetheless,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek trailing it down to her lips. She nodded against him, sucked in his bottom lip between her own, not wanting to let go. He chuckled against her, thumbing her cheek. “Don’t get greedy, we have plenty of time together.” She huffed at him and he chuckled again, he wasn’t used to her acting this cute.

They spent time together in the Crow’s Nest talking for a few hours, waiting for the last pirate to clear from the deck before they climbed down the hatch. He dropped her off at her door, giving her a goodnight kiss, well embrace since she wrapped her arms around his neck. Kid was left wanting more as she closed the door, but he had a feeling that if he didn’t go to his room, he might never leave her side again. He headed towards his cabin, before he could enter, he saw Killer pop his head out of his room, giving him a thumbs up/down motion. Kid rolled his eyes and gave Killer his middle finger, slamming his door shut.

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~

#swampstew #swampstew stories #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid x you #one piece eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #one piece kid #eustass kid x y/n #op kid #what's the magic word?#reimagined #eustass kid smut #op smut

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yukidragon · 1 year

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Not sure if you've talked about it before (Apologies if you have and I just didn't see the post) but I was replaying the game and when Jack starts talking after the whole "You don't miss him, do you?" "..." "Aw, Sunshine..." exchange, it sounds so personal.

"He promised you the moon and stars. But what did it all amount to, in the end?" That's not the entire exchange but the way it's phrased... Sure, it could be Jack trying to nudge MC away from Ian, trying to really hammer it home that considering getting back together with Ian isn't worth it, all the heartbreak. But for some reason, it sounds to me like Jack is talking about his own experiences?

Now, we have absolutely nothing to go on but I feel like he COULD be talking about someone he used to be in a relationship with (or at least was very close with), who also worked on the show. Could be a director or... (and this is me reaching. Like, REACHING reaching) but what if Jean (aka Raspberry Rory) and Joseph were involved? If Jean (or a director) promised Joseph the moon and the stars, made all these lofty promises? To be together forever, to reach new heights? But then the relationship crashed and burned. Perhaps they didn't expect Joseph to get as popular as he did and got jealous. Maybe other things happened and all those dreams of staying together? Nothing but dust. Which would hurt Joseph, who, from the tidbits we got had a VERY unstable (home)life, very, very deeply. Opening up to someone is hard and was probably harder for Joseph and if his partner was a guy, that would doubly go because of the attitude re: homosexuals of the 80s. Or maybe whoever Joseph opened up to played him like a fiddle and took advantage of his vulnerability?

Hence why Jack sounds so bitter when he is talking with MC during that scene.

(Bonus points if 1) Jean and Joseph were involved. 2) If Jean was the guy who killed Joseph in a fit of jealous rage. 3) Ian really is Jean's kid. Can you imagine the fury Jack would feel upon connecting all the dots?)

That line from Jack stuck out to me too. It inspired me to write one of my darkest theories, the Tragedy of [Redacted] in fact.

Also, maybe it's just me, but when Jack almost seems distracted at this particular part, as if he's remembering something. He's looking away the entire time he says it and sounds a little distant, which is a credit to his VA to put so much emotion in his lines.

Jack He promised you the moon and all the stars…And I bet he did it so well… … Jack …But what did it all amount to in the end? … Jack He doesn’t love you…He can’t love you… … Jack Nobody who can do what he’s done to you knows what love even is.

It certainly lends more evidence to me that Jack is seeing parallels between the way Ian hurt MC and something that happened to him in the past.

Although it's a popular headcanon that Jean was jealous of Joseph or even was the reason for the murder, we don't actually know if that's the case. For all we know, Jean could be revealed to be someone just as sweet as the pastries he pretended to bake on the show.

I do, however, think that Joseph was taken advantage of back when he was alive. The way he cautions MC about "other people" makes that pretty clear. Also, he asks what Ian "provides" to MC to make their pain worth it. Did he have a toxic lover who "provided" him with something he needed as Joseph? Did they make him feel like he had to "provide" something they deemed significant enough for him to be loved?

It's possible too that it relates to Jack being a star... specifically the way he was used by LambsWork Productions. Producers could've promised Joseph the moon and all the stars... or at least a life of stardom. But in the end they erased everything about him. They didn't actually care about him at all.

That possibility is a bit of a stretch, admittedly, due to the emphasis about love. Also there's the fact that Jack is a yandere, whose love has been twisted. His past probably plays a big part in that, all things considered...

Given some of the hints we've gotten about Joseph's past and the way people treated him, I have a feeling that he had quite a difficult time when it came to love...

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#Sunny Day Jack #Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack #SunnyDayJack #sdj #swwsdj #Headcanon Ramblings #Ask

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cq-studios · 10 months

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I’d love to hear your thoughts on Ephemer!

First Impression

Honestly, I’m not too sure. I think I was pretty indifferent to him at first, mostly because I hadn’t actually played the game/experienced the cutscenes. I watched Tennelle and Whitney’s recap of it so I was just hearing about what he did, not necessarily about him.

But I guess since he kept ditching people (Player, Skuld, Player again, but this time in Wreck it Ralph), I figured he was kind of a flake. I found that amusing more than anything tho.

Current Impression

He.

I’m a massive fan of all the NULs, but Ephemer is in the top spot very often (and Skuld is normally right there with him but she’s not who we’re talking about right now). I probably should have more to say but like I dunno

Favourite Moment

Ooh this one is tough.

I’m tempted to say when he comforts Skuld about, you know, how the is literally ending by saying “It’s not over til it’s over”, because it is simultaneously the most human and unhelpful thing to say, and it makes me laugh every time.

But there’s also the scene where he first meets Player, which I also think is fun.

Idea for a Story

I’ve had a little AU idea for awhile where, after Union X, Ephemer figures out that he’s never gonna see his friends again and uses the Unchained State to switch worldlines to one where the glitches hadn’t started yet.

He’d have memory loss with a subconscious feeling that something isn’t right, a la Sleeping Realm Theory. So like, he starts noticing that details of past events are different than what everyone else remembers, he’s much clingier than usual and doesn’t seem to know why, or he sees Player and breaks down out of a guilt he can’t remember ever having.

Skuld notices something is off pretty quickly, and Ephemer feels the same. So they, with the help of Brain (who they also roped into this), try to work out what’s going on. Eventually they’d figure it out, and Ephemer would go back to his original worldline.

I’m not entirely sure what would push him to go back. Maybe reading his Book of Prophecies and learning that Brain wouldn’t have a world to appear in if he didn’t. Or learning that he can move on (about Scala and his kids and stuff), once again with the help of the BoP. Or maybe the glitches start again, and the world ends again, and he realizes that there’s nothing he can do to change what he went through. He just has to accept it. Or you know, some combination of those.

I started writing this a bit ago but haven’t gotten very far. Don’t know if I’ll ever finish it but I’m still working on it on and off.

Unpopular Opinion

Uhh, I’m not entirely sure to be honest…

Like I don’t think I have one??? But I’m also not even quite sure what would be considered a popular opinion about him???

Favourite Relationship

Him and Skuld.

I love their friendship. I love that Kingdom Hearts lets a guy and a girl just be friends, and close one’s at that.

I feel like they have a very teasing friendship (definitely a believer of the prank wars dynamic for them), but like, if push comes to shove, they will stick together through the actual end of the world. I find so much comfort in that, even if in the end they get separated.

Favourite Headcannon

Dude’s a massive conspiracy theorist, and I like that for him. Especially because he ends up in a position of power and, due to the all but normal circumstances, I’m sure that suddenly the conspiracies that he would’ve believed were about him and his friends.

I live for this concept but have no clue how to apply it in a practical way.

#oof this took a bit my bad #my friend wanted to go see SpiderVerse and I couldn’t say no lol #khux ephemer #khux #sometimes i think about khux

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dowagersqueen · 1 year

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Hi! I was rewatching ep. 7 and I was really wondering if Aemond is indeed riding Vhagar at the end, just the day after he got his eye slashed out, I'd love to know your thoughts on it if that was the case, to me it's hard to believe Alicent would even let him do it with such a fresh and serious wound like that, they had to have a conversation beforehand, how did she end up agreeing? would she ask Aegon and Helaena to keep an eye on him on the way? OR there's a possibility he might not even be riding Vhagar at the end after all? Because I remember asking myself how they got Vhagar to go all the way from Pentos to Driftmark without her rider, so maybe she would feel Aemond leaving and she just followed him to King's Landing? The first option seems more interesting to me though. And another unrelated thing, do you think Aegon may have comforted Aemond after the incident, or tried to at least?, I can see him feeling guilty for not being there when it happened but idk if he'd be able to externalize that into and apology or something, I wish we had got to see how their relationship evolved after this episode to how it is when they're adults. Anyway, sorry for the rambling! I hope you're well!

hi !!!!

good questions!!!

so firstly, i don’t think it would have been possible for aemond to ride vaghar so soon after his injury. in fact, aemond was probably being nursed until his injury was close to healing because the wound could get infected and the infection could kill him. corlys barely survives the fever. so there is no way aemond could have ridden vaghar at the end of episode 7.

even if he was in any condition to ride her, which is a complex subject centering on how an eyewound like that could affect aemond (vaghar can ride without directions but aemond’s body would still be affected by the effort to be on vaghar), alicent would have not allowed him near vaghar until she wa sure he was at the very least close to healing.

we probably don’t get to see it much but people died much easier during those times and alicent is quite the doting mother so i’m sure she was worried about him a lot.

and i don’t think helaena or aegon were riding their dragons either. yeah, it would be fun, but even rhaenyra at their age makes the journey to driftmark on ship.

would have been amazing to see aegon and helaena on their respective dragons though. and i bet that when aemond’s eye healed and he could ride vaghar again, alicent definitely asked aegon to look after him and he and helaena went to ride with him the first few times. would have been amazing to witness such a boding moment, of these three kids riding the skies on their dragons.

secondly, i do think something happened there. i actually wished someone asked tgc or that tgc himself could have talked about this because to me it’s such a crucial moment in both aemond and aegon’s journeys. maybe one day someone will ask him to elaborate on this.

but yeah, something happened after driftmark. something clicked in all of their heads and the dynamic changed. i’m not saying aegon suddenly realized all wrongdoings and showed his brother a lot of love because that’s not aegon’s style at all, but he understood, just like his mother said, that this is not a game. this is serious. aemond, his brother, lost an eye and his father did nothing about it. even more than that, his half sister asked for his little brother to be interrogated.

and suddenly, all the bullying and the pranks and the mocking he did with the strongs @ aemond wasn’t anymore just aegon getting sweed validation by singling out aemond, it had actual horrible consequences.

i think he definitely felt guilty because even in the driftmark scene aegon looked quite freaked out about what happened, but i don’t think aegon fully processed what happened while it was happening. i think the picture slowly came to him from that moment until he started watching aemond struggle with his new disability, by having his wound nursed and having to relearn some skills that aegon already knew he had.

i don’t know if aegon ever said sorry for how he made fun of aemond, i don’t think they’re the type to have an easy time expressing their positive emotions to one another, both aemond and aegon, but they do it in other ways and one of the ways is aegon immediately standing for aemond at the feast.

rhys has talked about this before in the context of his and alicent’s relationship and i think it fits to a degree here too: iit’s partially the trauma, partially the time they live in, but while they don’t know how to say “i love you / i care for you / etc” to each other, they find ways to show it to each other, EVEN negative ways of showing it to each other.

it’s all about them not being able to be emotionally vulnerable with each other for different reasons. aegon has a whole bag of issues and for aemond... he’s been showed too many times that weakness = bad and due to the mocking and all, i don’t think he can easily be very open with aegon.

that being said i do think they both have love for each other

#asks #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen

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chidoroki · 11 months

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182 Days of TPN - Day 38

Chapter 38: “Forest of Vows”

Letting y’all know right now, if these become rather short, you can blame TotK. I purposefully had a good week of chapters written out in advance this whole time because I knew I’d become too attached to the game (& I’m loving it so far of course, though I don’t feel like I’ve gotten very far atm). So it’s been a few days for me personally to write more, but here we are and oh boy, what a way to start by saying farewell to this absolute queen. Don’t worry, honey, I’ll fangirl about you more once September hits.

That’s because all the books the house had were transported over from the human side of the world, sweetie. I was gonna question whether or not demons even use books, but then I remember Ayshe’s father taught her how to read, so yeah, they do. Anyways, I know demons are generally larger than any human but I wonder if these huge trees make them feel small at all? Or it’s probably all so normal to them they don’t even think twice about it.

This little fantasy of Emma’s is too cute. I love that she thought of the other kids like Phil who were left behind at the house, but it hurts not seeing Norman there. Is it safe to assume Ray made all that food? Funny how Emma sorta predicted him becoming our team chef later on.

My boy, for once in your life, can you please pat her head nicely? Especially when she’s injured! Pfftt I don’t mind it really, but I liked how the anime switched it up and just had him scare her with the jar instead. Her yell was equally as good. & I know for sure I was reading an unofficial translation the first time I picked up this series because I distinctly remember Ray going “Heyoooo” instead. I dunno why it stuck with me but to this day I greet people with that a lot.

Him watching out for her once again and more importantly, HIS APOLOGY!!! Anime made his voice SO SOFT it brings me close to tears. And she just smiles and accept it all!

He is so darn grateful, look at this smile!! I know the second season messed up a whole lot, but I gotta thank them for nailing this whole scene. All voice actresses did a splendid job with these two.

HIS PROMISE!!! One of my favorite moments of whole series and no doubt one of his best, probably the pivotal moment of his character development actually.

“Ray once believed his life was cursed and that he deserved to die after spending years thinking his family were nothing but a huge burden. So for him to come around after his attempted suicide and vow to live and protect the siblings he was so close to abandoning is the perfect example of character development. Needless to say he does stay true to this promise by being completely loyal to Emma and supportive of their family throughout the entire rest of the series and I’m so proud.” - a lazy chidoroki

Ray spent most of his life sorta isolated from the others because he knew the house’s secret and didn’t want to drag anyone else down with him, so for him to come around and tell Emma that it’s better to work together with everyone to reach their goal.. it just hits so hard.

My random pen question from ch23 about whether the WM pen actually had ink or not has been answered (though Snickers pointed this out too in the tags that day so thank you for not letting my mind wonder endlessly about it).

Could you imagine just walking around with your best buddy, having the time of your lives admiring this grand forest, when suddenly they fall through the ground with no explanation. Talk about scary.

It hasn’t even been five minutes and Ray’s already proving how serious he’s keeping his promise. I love this boy and all that rage on his face. Also, Chris being totally lost about what’s happening and just having Emma drag him everywhere.

Favorite panel/moment:

Yet another head pat with Chris and his adorable trotting.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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astral-catastrophe · 2 years

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First off, I don’t mean any offense to the Wild stans, but my characterization of this guy is correct. I’m taking my version of Wild and I’m fucking running

Wild stans, this might not be the post for you, but whatever, read it if you want

So, I’ve seen a bunch of stuff that’s butchered his personality. Just for a second, let’s put the comics away. No more comic thoughts. Now, the number of fics I’ve seen with Wild where he’s been characterized as childish, arsonistic, bratty, and just basically VERY un-Wild is insane (holy shit guys, if I see one more “Wild meets the chain” or “Wild gets age regressed hehe” fic I might go feral. I’m gonna fucking lose it).

So let’s take a look at game Wild and remember the basics. Game Wild is a guy who wakes up and remembers nothing, but muscle memory kicks in and he’s able to fight and cook and function like a person. But since he doesn’t remember much, there was probably a small handful of weeks where he had to remember more basic things, like communication skills. But since his memories were jogged by certain locations, I think that he remembered smaller things based on interaction. So within months, he was just your average traveler, who just so happened to be the hero who’s supposedly dead.

Now you may be thinking, “Jay! This is just basic stuff about his character!”, but bear with me for a second here this is important.

So next, we’ve gotta look at Zelda. So from what I can tell, Zelda was a bitch and verbally abused Link before the calamity. But, she’s had a hundred years to think and realize, “Oh fuck I was a terrible person”, and after the calamity, it’s safe to assume she apologized at some point, and from then on she and Wild had a strained relationship. But, eventually, I think that they would have actually grown to be friends and understand each other. They would have just turned into the dumbass besties who are intelligent when they are apart, but make dumb decisions together.

So now we look at LU. Wild has successfully separated himself from the Link of one hundred years ago, and being with all those who’ve come before him must have been difficult.

So what does he do? He falls into the role of an awkward middle brother who can cook. And since he’s the cook, I can tell you now that he is observant and pays attention to those around him. He remembers favorite foods and will give someone extra food if he knows they are having an off day. And from the fight scenes we have seen, we know that he mains archery and rains fire from above. We can also see that he’s close with Twi (and I would compare their relationship to me and my little brother tbh, they obviously care about each other in a brotherly way, but they also can joke around and tease). And we’ve seen that he’s also shown brotherly love to the other boys. And he didn’t hate Rulie’s cooking! So that counts for something

Now that I’ve got that set up, let’s look at it and construct a basic personality that actually makes sense.

Wild is smart. That much is simple. But I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, he’s like that kid in math class who can do the very difficult equations, but would sob over simple addition. In addition to that, he is also a dumbass when he’s with friends. Still on board? Okay, let’s keep going then.

Wild isn’t childish. Or at least, he shouldn’t be. He’s been caring for himself since he woke up, and he’s had to take responsibility for what he’s done. And since he knows that the pre calamity link isn’t him anymore, he tries not to think about it too much. So he’s responsible, and because I can, he also gets anxiety. (So putting him with a group of people isnt gonna make him want to be babied, because he is more likely to go and try to protect those younger than he is.) In the fight with Dink, fight or flight kicked in and he went off.

It was perfectly reasonable, all things considered. He’s under stress, so running from Four was also reasonable. And his monologue in the woods? That’s also reasonable. He’s stressed, and ranting to yourself is a good thing to do when stressed because it can help to organize thoughts.

But if we look at the earlier comics, specifically the one that talks about Mipha’s diary, we can see that while Wild is still sad his old friends are dead, he’s keeping their memories alive and there’s no angst attached. Just a little sad. That doesn’t mean he can’t mourn the champions, but that does mean that he’s accepted it. Look, I’ve dealt with loss before(both by death and being abandoned by someone) and, Wild’s reactions seemed similar to my own in that earlier comic where he mentions them to Twi(the one where he gets the memory and the Wolf stays with him). And now? Sure, I still get sad, but I never get angsty over it, and it’s safe to assume it’s the same for Wild.

So put it all together, and now we have Wild! He’s independent and responsible, he can hold his own, and he’s also able to be funny and sarcastic. He can be comfortable around others and joke. And when he’s stressed, he’s more likely to cry than anything. He’s also definitely open minded and accepting, and always willing to learn something new.

He’s not childish and he’s not intentionally bratty(if he has an off day or heavily stressed, then yes, it would make sense for him to be a bitch). He’s one of the more responsible links, and if I see him getting treated like a useless baby one more time I might go crazy.

So now, we just have to ignore comic Wild being a brat, bc my version of fanon Wild is superior

(And ps, he’s not the arsonist and I will fight you on this, fire probably stresses him out, and i do have my reasons for this)

#Hello and welcome to “Jays a writer who gets pissed because people butcher their favorite characters and ruin it for her”#This might be an ongoing series where I ramble about my favorite characters and how sometimes the fandom sucks #Anyways #jays being dumb again #linked universe #LU Wild #Linked Universe Wild #this got long

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 2 years

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Pairing: Yandere! Jotaro x reader

Prompt: “Just give in to me love”

Description: He was your Jojo, after all... You big, handsome, considerate... stalker. He was also your only friend, though and... you were afraid to lose that.

Content Warning: Yandere, "creepy" gifts, jotaro gets into the readers house without them knowing (but you figure it out in the fic) ask to tag!

Rating: sfwish

Word Count: 1831

Notes: I’d like to thank anyone who reads this, and mister Jotaro Kujo, for dealing with me using reader as an excuse to vent about my work lol nothing like that particular scene has happened but.. well its all based on real like events :pensive:

Notes part 2: man am I glad I don't work at a candy store any more. You guys remember that Sydney arc? I also edited this one a little bit, but again it was more for spacing then content. Hopefully easier to read now that it isn't such big pieces of text.

“Really?” You sigh, closing your door behind you and sighing. It had happened again; he left you a ‘gift’ inside your apartment, despite everything being locked and nothing being broken into.

“Come on Jotaro…” You went up to the table where a vase of flowers sat. It looked expensive, too, you would feel bad if you just threw it away… Just like the many other gifts you had received. Nice candies and chocolate, a game you had really wanted but been unable to afford, jewelry… you even came home one evening to find your fridge and pantry had been filled when nearly empty and you couldn’t go to the store.

Another time, you had gone to pay off part of your student loans to find they were just… all paid for. It was sweet but a little too much for you… You wished Jotaro would stop well… stalking you, because really at this point, that’s what it was. You weren’t ready for a relationship at this point in your life. You just wanted to finish collage, get by with your job and then, maybe, you would consider it…

Last year, he was the TA for your favorite professors Biology class. He had helped you a lot more than his appearance betrayed. When you had been out sick for a nearly two weeks with a particularly bad case of strep throat it was him who helped you keep in. Not only in that professors class, to your shock but he went out of his way to help with the other classes you were taking that semester to.

The two of you actually ended up getting pretty close after all that and ended up being friends. You seriously didn’t expect it to end up like this...

Leaving your purse and coat on the table, you decide to head to your room to relax for a bit. It had been a rough day at the candy store where you worked-- a lot of little kids who didn’t know how to follow the rules and not stick their hands in the candy, parents who didn’t know how to control those kids and properly wear a mask-- the likes.

All you wanted was to lay down in bed and mess around on your phone for a while.

“_____,” Ahh, but of course you wouldn’t get that.

Of course, your dear old friend Jotaro would be just… waiting for you in your room.

Because that’s what friends do.

You’re not even surprised! This isn’t the first time he’s done this! Honestly, maybe you should start calling the cops…

“Jotaro, I’m not in the mood.” You bypass him and flop on to your bed. You don’t even know why he wants to be with you so bad. He’s seen you at your worst far before he saw you at your best.

“Can you just like, drop it for a night? I had a shitty lab this morning and then an even shitier day at work and now you’re just, here, in my apartment, when all I really want to do is lay down and forget about my problems.” You say all this, mumbled into your pillows. You knew Jotaro understood you though. You would describe him as a freak of nature, in a loving but also please get out of my house kind of way.

“Tell me about it.” He sat on the edge of your bed. God damn him being your friend and knowing you loved to vent.

You roll over, hand on your hip to glare at him. Of course, he’s unfazed, but he ought to know how you feel.

“Okay, so there was the usual idiots-- people who don’t know how to wear a fucking mask even though its been a fucking year of this pandemic at this point, little kids who can’t listen to their parents and I just… ugh you won’t believe this!” You groan, sitting up cross legged to properly speak to him.

“A mom comes in, on the phone, with like, 3 kids. The older two are amazing, they put on their gloves, they use the tongs. Just, amazing. The youngest kid is like, 5 years old tops. Immediately this kid goes for the kill and sticks his hands in some of the bulk candy. And I’m like hey! Don’t do that, other people wanna eat that too! Why don’t you have one of your siblings help you!” You have his utmost attention, bright blue eyes trained on you and the exasperated movements you make.

“So one of the other kids come get him and help him for a bit, but of course they’re kids too so they get distracted and this little fucker does it again! Again!” You fall back on your pillow, dragging your hands down your face as you do. Jotaro is clearly amused as you do so.

“So obviously, I’m watching this kid like a hawk now. And the mom is off the phone, so she helps him. And you know what she says? You know what she fucking says to me Jotaro?”

“What did she say?” A small smile is on his face. Despite everything you treasure it. Jotaro… doesn’t show his emotions often.

“She said ‘I can’t help but feel like we’re being watched because we did something wrong’ while staring directly at me. Ma’am you are! You have the devil on your hip!” You yell.

“I couldn’t take it at that point, I just had to excuse myself to the back and leave my poor coworker to deal with it.” By now you’ve found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed with him, falling into old habits.

“Enough about my shit day, how did yours go?” You ask, swinging your legs gently.

“Not near as exciting as yours.” He laughs softly. “I did the same boring things as usually, you know how it goes. It’s much better now that I’m here with you.” His hand, that had been resting by yours, slides ever so gently to rest over and curl his fingers in yours.

“Jojo…” Softly, you take your hand from his holding it to your chest with your other hand. You look him in the eyes, desperately trying to see what he’s feeling.

“I’ve told you countless time… I’m not ready for a relationship.” You can’t deny, Jotaro had you feeling some kind of way. Your dear Jojo was, after all, a big, handsome, and considerate stalker… It wasn’t as if you didn’t like him. It just wasn’t the right time.

“Can’t you just give into me?” Your taken aback by his words, but he continues. “Just for a night… can’t you be mine?”

You’re silent, fiddling with your hair as you consider his words.

“I know you feel the same for me, why continue denying your feelings?” His words hit you hard and you can't help but feel a little guilty.

“I…” You knew why. You wanted to finish school before you got into a relationship. But it felt like if you said that to Jotaro it… wouldn’t be the same. Like it wouldn’t matter to him.

“What if things change between us?” You look away. “Like, listen I could always go for you not randomly appearing in my apartment… but I mean like. I don’t want to lose my friend.” You sink closer into your bed, scooting back until your back hits the wall and you have your knees pulled up to your chest.

“You know, you’re the only person that cares to hear about my day? That thinks to check in on me…” You cross your arm over your knees casting him a sidelong glance. “You were even the only person that thought to get all my notes and homework for me when I was sick… you hardly even knew me back then.” You laugh a little bitterly.

“If… I did agree to be in a relationship with you… if we ever decided that it wasn’t going to work between us, would you still want to be my friend…?”

Only saying that aloud did you realize… you didn’t have many other friends than Jotaro. You had been so busy working and going to school… they had all been cast to the wayside. Only Jotaro could keep up, because he kept injecting himself back in your life.

“I wouldn’t let it come to that.” Your bed groaned as Jotaro moved back, sliding in to sit next to you on the wall. “I… want to continue to be there for you. Like I am now.”

You looked back to him, this time not pushing him away as he rested one of his hands on your knee.

“You promise…?” You straightened out your legs, allowing yourself to hold his hand and lean into him.

“I promise.” Jotaro gave your hand a little squeeze. Your heart was beating so fast, your throat quickly constricting as your mind considered what a relationship with Jotaro might be like….

“You’ll take things slow? And tell me how you keep getting into my apartment?” You asked.

“You gave me a key when you had strep throat-- you were on so much medicine you were practically high. I took care of you.” He said it as if it were nothing.

“Y-you did? I-I did that? I thought you were only bringing me my classwork and notes…” You looked away from him.

To your shock, you heard him laugh softly. You looked to him in disbelief.

“You’ve been letting yourself in this entire time… oh my gosh…” You shook your head.

“You never did answer my question.” Jotaro held your hand a little tighter.

“Oh, I didn’t, huh?” You giggled softly. “Sorry to keep you waiting Jojo… it must have been eating you up inside.” You winked at him when he just huffed in response.

“I think… I… if we continue to keep things at the rate we’re going… it would be alright… if we dated.” Saying the words aloud felt surreal.

For some reason, you never saw yourself here. You never thought you would be the one to hold his hand first… but it didn’t feel wrong. It was almost as if a weight had been lifted off you.

“Thank you.” You bristle as you feel Jotaro place a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’m sorry I was so… insistent.” That’s the extent of his words but you know, through his actions he means it.

“It’s okay. I was… being stubborn. Like I said I... was scared. I still am but… it’s you, Jojo. So I’m sure I’ll be okay.” It was times like this, Jotaro wished he had the words to express how much he cherished you-- how much he loved and adored you.

“You’re worth the wait.” You moved ever so closer to him, content to cuddle into his side and hold his hand on this quiet night.

You knew, the gifts wouldn’t stop, and the surprise visits would continue… but this time, it would be alright. After all, Jojo was your big, handsome, considerate stalker… it was okay if it was him.

#yandere jotaro x reader #yandere jotaro kujo #yandere jotaro kujo x reader #yandere jojo #yandere jjbs #stardust crusaders

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randoimago · 5 months

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Castlevania for the Ask Game please <3

Had to do a little digging to find it again, but thanks Anon! This is specifically about the Netflix show as the only Castlevania games I played were Aria of Sorrow and Dawn of Sorrow on DS

Also I haven't watched Nocturne yet, but from what little I know, I'm gonna be sad 😔

Ask Game Here

3 male characters I love: Alucard, Hector, Isaac (Trevor came close for this list, but he's not broken enough)

3 female characters I love: Sypha, Lenore, Lisa (Lisa girlbossed and married Dracula, the monster lover in me respects her)

3 romantic ships I love: Trevor/Alucard/Sypha (just every iteration of those three rather it's just trevor/alucard or sypha/alucard or all three like I mentioned), Dracula/Lisa, Striga/Morana

3 platonic dynamics I love: Trevor/Alucard (yes I ship them romantically, but I also like shipping them platonically too depending on the mood, I enjoy the brotherly dynamic), Dracula/Isaac (the way he pushed Isaac through the portal to save him 😭),

3 favorite moments in canon:

Every Sypha moment tbh, I love her so much. She's a queen. She's the epitome of Chaotic Good and I love that for her. ("Where did you land the castle?" "Right on top of us :D"

"Eat shit and die." "Yes, fuck you" lives in my head rent free. Trevor/Alucard are great, I love them, enemies to frenemies to friends to lovers

The conversation in season 1 between the Bishop and that demon that enters. "God is not here. This is an empty box." "Lies? In your house of God?" so many chills. I wish the Bishop got a worse death, but hey, I'll take these awesome scenes.

3 favorite headcanons:

That Alucard either traveled with Trevor/Sypha or they tried to visit more often and that the twins thing never happened cause Alucard deserves happiness 😭

Alucard being a happy uncle to Trevor and Sypha's kid. Nothing bad every happens to any of them and they can live out their found family dynamics perfectly.

Imagining Alucard being such a great father figure to a lot of kids in his village. Just the little things he'd do. Townspeople watching the half-vampire, son of Dracula, running around and pretending to fail at Tag or Hide and Seek just for some kids to be happy. It's adorable.

3 least favorite things about it:

That season 1 is so short, but I think the reason is cause Castlevania was one of Netflix's first animation things and they wanted to see if people liked it? Idk, I just remember watching season 1 back when it was first on Netflix and going "That's it??"

I kind of wish there was more Hector moments. Isaac got like all the character development juice while Hector felt like he was constantly thrown in the mud. Idk, I just felt like he could've been much cooler if he wasn't just a way to show how scary Carmilla and her sisters are, even if he did eventually do some scheming.

The fact that it's only 4 seasons. I know there's Nocturne, but it feels like a thing where if a Netflix show is confirmed to have a last season, they'll put a huge thing in the last episode and then we'll just have to sit and wonder. I loved the show, I want it to at least have another season 😔

#Anonymous #behindtherando

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reikunrei · 1 year

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got some little (big) brain worms thinking abt Heroes popping up twice in Stranger Things and how i would not be surprised if it shows up for a third, and probably reading into it a little too much but hey! that’s what this website’s for, babeyyy!

not sure where exactly i’m going with this, but i think i’ll figure it out as i go along. overall, i think the song works very well for the whole show, and many of the lyrics i feel work very well for El’s character, but i’m especially interested in tying it to Mike and Will, too.

i started thinking about this because i remember specifically when it plays in s3, they cut out the lines “And we kissed as though nothing could fall / And the shame, the shame was on the other side” in the final verse, so i wanted to go back and see exactly when that happens, and compare it to when the song shows up in s1, and see if it’s founded to believe that it’ll show up a third time in s5.

obviously, a good deal of the songs in the show are likely for the purpose of nostalgia and fitting the era, but for the big emotional scenes, they have to be considered very closely, I think.

under the cut because uuuuh i don’t know how to be succinct :3 be advised, a lot of this contains endless rambling and tangents bc I wanted to write stuff down as I worked it out in my brain

first! i want to break down what exactly happens in each of these scenes and my immediate thoughts/interpretations.

Heroes in s1e3:

it starts playing just as the kids roll up on their bikes behind the fire engine to stay hidden from all the cops.

“i will be king” plays as they pull Will’s “body” out of the water and we and everybody else realizes that, yes, this is the Byers kid.

Mike says, “it’s not Will. it can’t be” before/during “though nothing will drive us away.” in this moment, Mike (and the others) don’t want to believe it’s Will because not even death will drive them apart.

“Oh, we can be heroes” starts when Lucas says that “it’s really Will” and when Mike snaps at El. she wanted to be the hero, she wanted to help these boys find their friend, she still wants to help them find their friend, she wants to be the hero, but Mike isn’t having it anymore. he has the understandable knee-jerk reaction of getting angry because he’s so upset thinking he’s lost one of his best friends in the world forever, believing that El deliberately ran them around in a circle (like how he also gets frustrated with her when they go back to the Byers house) because they don’t understand that she’s correct.

Mike is the first one to leave in this scene. he yells at El, and then picks up his bike and runs off, leaving Lucas, Dustin, and El.

“I can remember / standing by the wall” plays as Jonathan comes up on Joyce running away from their house after the Demogorgon came out of their wall.

“And the guns shot above our heads” plays as Mike gets home, and “And we kissed as though nothing could fall” plays when he reaches out to Karen and weeps into her arms. this kind of automatically makes me think of all of the boys spending time together, playing dnd, dealing with pretend “guns” and weapons, but reveling in it, having fun, because it’s all just games. they “kissed” so to speak, they celebrated their fun and their victories, because for them, nothing could go wrong. except it did this time, and now all of that love is turned painful at this abrupt loss of life and hope.

interestingly, “And the shame, the shame was on the other side” is split between Mike and Karen, and Jonathan and Joyce, both pairs of which are hugging. maybe Mike is feeling ashamed that he though to trust in Eleven, maybe he’s feeling ashamed that he couldn’t save Will, that maybe he could have saved Will if he had tried to go out on his own rather than humoring this random girl, and he feels guilty for it. for Joyce, since at this point she doesn’t know that they found Will’s “body” maybe she’s leaving the shame that she’s “crazy” behind. she saw this thing crawl out of her wall, it’s not just in her head, it’s not just faulty wiring, something is wrong. and she doesn’t care what anyone thinks, as she later expresses to Jonathan as they leave the morgue, and she insists that she knows she sounds crazy, but she knows she’s right.

before we get into the song in s3, i want to describe the scene leading up to it:

El reading Hopper’s letter to her.

overall he explains that while life hurts sometimes, that means you’re alive. in the end, you’ll only hurt more if you ignore all of the pain, because that just makes you apathetic. you get “stuck in one place, in a cave, you might say. A deep dark cave” because once you ignore the hurt, you don’t feel much of anything at all.

he expresses how it hurts to see her growing, changing, becoming distant (which is also what he says during the focus in on Mike as they leave the Byers’ house on their bikes, but hey, let’s not get too distracted here!) and that scares him more than anything else. because he doesn’t want things to change, even though he knows it’s inevitable.

he then goes on to hammer home that it’s good to keep changing, to keep moving, and nobody should stop her. she should make mistakes, learn from them, and remember the hurt.

then, the song starts.

Heroes in s3e8:

it begins playing right as El finishes reading Hopper’s letter, and it picks up on the “I will be king” line. i think the “king” in question is the sentiment he expresses in his letter.

“you will be queen” is sung over El as she assures Joyce that she’s okay. this feels too literal, but i’m a snotty crying mess after watching the scene again so i can’t really think too much rn, but i do think that El is the “queen” in question.

“Though nothing will drive us away / We can beat them forever and ever.” even though things might keep dragging them back down, they have to keep beating back those monsters, both literal and metaphorical. they have to beat back the Upside Down, but they also have to beat back their trauma because of it. they have to deal with it rather than ignore it. they won’t let the apathy take them over. they might yearn for things to go back to the way they were before any of this happened, but what would be the point in that? it would be the same as being apathetic.

i also love the “we can be heroes just for one day” line in relation to El, specifically because of this idea she has in her head of being a hero vs a monster. in this context, it almost feels like she’s trying to assure herself that she doesn’t have to be the hero. she doesn’t have to be this big, powerful, amazing person all the time (like Mike and the others have painted her out to be, despite how that will ultimately hurt her more). she’s allowed to be a hero “just for one day,” and for no more.

this also makes me think of how so much of s3 was about El overusing her powers, and that scaring Mike because they don’t know what it’ll do to her. like, they end up relying on El again and again, making her be the hero, always saying how “this’ll be easy because the girl with superpowers is on our side!” when constantly putting her up on this pedestal led to her ultimate crash and burn. she is allowed to be a hero “just for one day.”

the switch to “we can be us just for one day” is also interesting, because it makes me think of them longing to just be allowed to live again, to be kids. especially in relation to El and Will. El has only recently been allowed to live a “normal” life, and Will had his “normal” life ripped away from him, but neither of them will ever get that normalcy back in its entirety, despite their yearning for it.

and then we get to the final verse. all of this pans across Jonathan closing the moving truck door and Joyce looking back into the house one last time before locking the door. they’ve endured so much trauma in that house, and in this context (again taken very literally) the lyrics are driving home that the Byers have been through hell, but they will continue to “beat them forever and ever” and power through the change and the hurt along with the other characters.

and the part that got me thinking about this at all: the removal of those two lines.

“And we kissed as though nothing could fall / And the shame, the shame was on the other side.”

right away, those two lines are the most hopeful to me. "we can be heroes just for one day” always sounds more like a plea to me, it sounds desperate, but “And we kissed as though nothing could fall” just screams that love is the answer, and feeling the hurt makes the joy so much richer. everything could be going to shit around them, but that “kiss” will save them every single time.

“And the shame, the shame was on the other side.” they’re allowing themselves to feel all of their feelings without trying to hide any of it. they’re moving on from trying to keep themselves buttoned up. moving and changing and growing might be messy, painful, they might make mistakes, but that’s okay. they don’t have to be ashamed of any change that comes their way.

but neither of these lines appear in s3. how come? i know that the decision could purely be because they wanted to trim down on time, but just a few seconds...? especially when the final verse played all the way through in s1? who knows how far ahead they were thinking when they made s1, but the Duffers seem to do everything very deliberately, so, at the very least, it was a deliberate choice to remove those 2 lines from s3.

compare and contrast:

in s1, the song plays over the whole party. in s3, the song mostly plays over El and the Byers, most specifically Joyce and Jonathan. however, Joyce and Jonathan are also present in both s1 and s3.

in both instances, Hopper is a big part of the lead-up into the song.

in both instances, the song comes in on the lyric “I will be king.”

in both instances, there’s an emphasis on acceptance. in s1, it’s about the boys accepting that their friend is really dead, but also about Joyce finally accepting the severity of the situation she’s in, and accepting that she’s gonna sound crazy even when she’s right. in s3, they’re accepting that they have to move on, that they have to keep growing and changing, and they can’t remain stuck in one place, otherwise they’ll only get hurt, even if the change also hurts.

“oh, we can be heroes just for one day” plays most often over shots of El in both scenes (minus the final shot of each scene, both of which have Joyce (and Jonathan) as the final lyric plays out).

branching off of the above point, i find it interesting that i had different interpretations of the same lyrics between both seasons. in s1, she (and the boys) wanted to be heroes and save Will. in s3, it feels very much like El wants to stop being the hero, that they all want things to go back to “normal.” although, you could also argue that she wants to be the hero again, meaning to get her powers back.

while in s3 the shots of Mike don’t take place during the song, he has similar moments in both seasons: we see his pain the most out of the other characters with scenes dedicated to him in the aftermath, and in both cases he goes home to his mom and asks for her comfort. in contrast, he’s the first to leave in s1 and the last to leave in s3. also in contrast, he’s visibly crying in s1, while he isn’t in s3.

and, the final point that got this whole ramble started: removing “And we kissed as though nothing could fall / And the shame, the shame was on the other side” from s3.

in the context of El:

I’ve already said this a few times, but the “we could be heroes” line always jumps out as distinctly El to me, especially because of her insistence in being the “hero” rather than the “monster.” she wants to be the hero so badly, she wants to save her friends, but it doesn’t come as naturally to her as she wants it to. this isn’t any fault of her own, it’s just how life works, nothing will be as neat as she wants it to be, but it makes her desperate for it.

“We could be heroes just for one day” as I said before has always sounded like a plea to me. whether it be read as “let me just be a hero for one day and nothing more” or “please I want to be a hero so bad” they’re both desperate pleas for something. and I think El is desperate for both.

in the context of Mike:

I didn’t actually start thinking about his relation to this song on his own until I started writing this up, but I think it’s super interesting, and sort of obvious once you realize how prevalent he is in both scenes.

Mike is a big fixture in both scenes.

in s1, he’s the one who gets upset, certain that it’s not Will’s body, and goes home to weep in his mother’s arms as the (false) reality sets in. we see the rest of the kids upset, we see Lucas and Dustin beginning to grieve, but the focus is on Mike.

I feel like it’s also obvious that he, too, wanted to be the hero in s1. he and the others were so certain that the adults didn’t have the whole picture, and they were determined to find Will on their own without help.

in s3, while he’s not a main aspect during the song actually playing, the lead up to it ends up focusing on him a fair amount (hesitating as all of his friends get on their bikes to leave, him being the only one to look back at the house before riding off, him going home and falling into his mother’s arms again. though, notably, he’s not weeping this time, he just looks... empty).

he also did many heroic things in s3, like taking on Billy in the Sauna Test, trying to convince everyone that El should ease up on her powers, always physically protecting her and his other friends.

most notably, though, Mike is the only one we see a further reaction from after the fact. we get long, dedicated moments to emphasizing his pain at losing someone, and the one consistency in that loss is Will.

this leads me back to the two missing lines, and how they remained in s1 when the only person Mike lost was Will, and how they were removed in s3 when he was losing both Will and El.

two thoughts with this:

1) maybe the lines were removed because, as i said before, those lines feel the most hopeful out of the whole song. and in s3, because he’s losing his best friend and his girlfriend in the same instant, he’s lost his hope. matched with the fact that he isn’t crying like he was in s1, he’s falling into that cave of apathy that Hopper warned El about.

2) maybe the lines were removed because, even though the whole season had Mike and El dealing with their romance, she’s not the one he should have been kissing in the end.

b-b-b-b-bonus 3) it’s both at the same time.

and so we finally get to the song in the context of Will and Mike as a duo:

the song as a whole, but especially the final verse, and more especially those two lines, I feel like are extremely closely tied to Mike and Will as a pair because of how the lyrics appear (or don’t) in the show.

a lot of what we saw of Mike in s4 was him being wishy-washy. he’s unsure of himself, finding himself not as emotionally mature as El and Will, and being stuck in forcing himself not to feel his strong feelings for El (and Will). obviously, we see this most explicitly with El in s4, with him being afraid to tell her he loves her because he thinks it’ll hurt when she “inevitably” decides she doesn’t need him anymore, but we’ve established that the hurt is good! he just hasn’t learned that lesson yet! he’s scared of feeling so much, but that’s coming to bite him in the ass. not only because it’s greatly unfair to his friends, but also because it’s unfair to himself. it’s stunting him, and he’s unable to keep growing and changing like he’s supposed to because he’s trying to keep things exactly as they were/are.

when we get to his feelings for Will, obviously we have nothing explicitly stated right now. but we can infer that there is something going on in Mike’s thick skull, and maybe we’ll get something more concrete in s5. i think it’s safe to say, though, that he feels shame. he feels shame at not being able to tell El he loves her, and he’s ashamed that he can’t tell Will how he truly feels. and i think, if he is queer, he will feel ashamed of that, too.

but we all know they (the Duffers) won’t let him wallow in that.

Will also feels shame. he’s terrified of being true and open about his own feelings, always hiding behind El in s4, but we can see that he’s accepted his feelings to some degree. he knows he’s in love with Mike, and he’s accepted it, fear and shame and all. he’s already one step ahead of Mike in terms of emotional maturity in this department, and I think he’ll be the one to get Mike to really open up. Will will be the one to have Mike dissect himself, to look inward and acknowledge all of his strong feelings, and embrace them. Will will show Mike that it’s okay to feel shame, they don’t have to shove it all down and pretend to be “normal.” only when they acknowledge their feelings, including the shame, will they be able to grow as people and as characters.

I feel that it would be a disservice to not have the song show up again, with those two missing lines added back in. I feel like the fact that they decided to put the song in twice is already evidence enough to think it could show up again, but the fact that they cut out those two lines of the last verse feels like we were meant to take it into consideration, and assume that it will appear in s5 again, hopefully now with those two hopeful lines tucked back in to remind us what the core of the show really is.

i believe Will and Mike, while the world is growing darker around them, will “[kiss] as though nothing could fall” and they will leave their shame “on the other side.” they will express their love for one another, come to accept their growth and their changes, no matter how scary it might be to embrace who they truly are, and they will be unbeatably strong for it.

but alas, I am ready to be proven wrong now that I’ve jinxed it and the song will never show it’s face again :-)

#I say things #byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #eleven #I just have to post this so I stop thinking abt it I think #we’ll see if I get embarrassed and delete it later LOL but it’s fun to look forward to smthn like this #like obvs a lot of the music in the show is for nostalgia reasons #but for big moments like this? it’s important

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