#sorry i have so many thoughts abt him it makes me feel sick :thumbs up emoji:

[timothylawrence]

if anything i find it even more tragic that Wyll doesn't get that resolution that you can find with some of the other characters. Sure, you can break him out of his pact with Mizora, but he... never understands that he was a victim of both his Mizora's manipulation and his father's neglect.

He was still a very much neglected seventeen year old boy who was cast out by the one person he idolized and the only family he ever had.

The tav never gets a moment to go 'hey your dad is actually a piece of shit' nor 'hey your dad also neglected you your whole life' that actually has a whole impact on him. Wyll spends the whole game mentioning numerous occasions where his father would scold him for being a child. he mentions having to repeat balduran's pledge every single day by his father's request. Ulder even admits to drifting from Wyll from the day he was born.

Yet Wyll idolized him and saw him as if he was the very sun because he had no one else. He puts his own father on a pedestal and doesn't even entertain the idea that maybe his father isnt as great as he sees him to be. he doesn't get a moment where he can realize that he is worthy and great without needing to be the blade of avernus/frontiers nor as the archduke's son.... he can just be Wyll and that's enough- even if it wasn't enough for Ulder.

It's a tragedy that, whether due to Larian's mistreatment to his character or crunch, that Wyll doesn't get to see his father as someone who hurt him too.

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

This made me think how much hanma and draken have this funny enemies thing going on so imagine ur pissed at shuji or just sick of him not making a move yet? Y’all act like a couple but this mfer never made it official? Like why is his hand always in the back pocket of ur jeans? Why does this mfer offer u the last bite of his donut? No tell me why tf does he hold ur hand in a crowded place?🤨And when u lowkey joke about oh are u in love with me? And he laughs saying “don’t be silly doll” doll? (I’ll end him I swear) so u flirt with draken and yknow how he hates his guts that’s why u do so to piss him off and I think pissed shuji very sexy tbh wow 🤲🏽👍🏽and the thought of losing u to another man? And that man is bald with a braid? Aw hell naH Shawty he confessing so fast🤭😳

No because making draken the sacrificial goat is killing me lmao. Dw we won't do draken dirty here I've got a work-around.

also massive apologies to you vivi i'm sorry you knew abt this for an inordinate amount of time

Official.

it takes idiots (reader and shuji) many months, jealousy and miscommunication, and some prettiness to finally make it official.

cw: fem!reader, reader loses her temper and shuji is super needy so its a lil more subby!shuji smut, cream pie, unprotected sex (don't recommend, be safe out there), ye idk im gonna go pretend this isn't posted now, peace ✌️ ~2.2k

God but hear me out it starts at a toman party. Shuji and you are acting the way you always do. You're literally in his lap lounging in the corner of the couch. He's playing with the hem of your skirt, flipping the end between his fingers and rubbing the skin of your thigh. You're talking to Yuzuha who's occupying the chaise lounge. You haven't seen her in a while, she's been abroad with hakkai on so many modelling gigs lately. And she totally misreads the situation. She's like, so how is it, finally being together?

At first it's silly, though you have a tinge of want at the end of your words when you joke back with, "Well we've actually been married for three years, we just never found the right time to tell you all."

Yuzuha clocks it as a joke, but not as a sore spot for you. Or maybe she's so shocked and that's why she won't let it go that easily. "Hanma what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Undiagnosed ADHD and probabl-"

You give your friend a we're-going-to-talk-about-this-later look as a baffled Yuzuha cuts him off. "Wha- Hanma god damn it I meant-no- you know what I meant."

He offers a half shrug, "What? M'young."

That's when you excuse yourself blankly to get another drink. The insinuation that Shuji was still playing the field left you a bit numb. He wasn't. You knew that he wasn't because you were with him 90% of his waking hours. Hell you'd platonically (as platonically as you and Shuji ever really were) slept in his bed last night and woke up next to him. The bastard slept with his arms around you and snored in your ear half the night and he has the balls to joke like that? His words stung like a betrayal of the highest degree.

In the kitchen you found Draken looking for a pong partner. Perfect, you decide, a distraction with alcohol built in.

He tells you casually between turns he's fresh off (another) a break up with his on again off again girlfriend and you feel a dark part of you light up and a wicked idea is born.

You throw the pong game. To the point where Draken has to give you pointers. Has to get real close and talk lowly in your ear about how we need you to aim for the left one this time okay? His honeyed baritone sends shivers down your spine and you wonder for a second how much better this scenario would be if it were Shuji in your ear. Shuji's hands on your hip, his thumb dipping below the waist band of your skirt.

You huff a little. Nah fuck him. it's time to put your plan into action. You throw with your usual accuracy. You get the point. Out of the corner of your eye you see a certain skunk striped boy half-fixated on your game.

Showtime, you brain screams.

Excitedly you hop in Draken's grasp, throwing your arms around his neck and revel in his pleased laughter. "You're up again," he says as he puts you down and steps back. You stop him by the wrist, tug him back a little.

"Wait can you help me line it up again?" You bat your lashes a bit, playing at being drunker than you both know you are.

"Sure thing." You feel his warmth and relish in it, stalling and pressing into him. It's a miss, but the tiny peck under your ear he plants feels like a win.

The ball splashes in a cup on your side and you opponent, Kazutora smirks. Draken offers to drink it but you refuse. It's cheap beer. It's rough going down. Draken puts his hand between your shoulders and says that for such a pretty little thing you sure can hold your alcohol. The praise, more than the alcohol, warms your cheeks.

It's the last shot and you make it. You excitedly turn around in Draken's grasp and catch his lips in yours. You never intended for it to be a just celebratory peck, but you pull away, blushing a bit and stuttering apologies to make it appear so. Draken drawls out some praise for his pretty girl that won the game and draws you back in by the small of your neck and pulling the plush of your lower lip between his teeth.

You hear Kazutora cat whistle and know, you just know, it's meant to alert his buddy Shuji. Mentally you apologize to Emma but after she's regaled you and the girls with all the filthy details of the nasty make up sex she and Draken have, somehow you think she won't mind this little show, given that's all it was.

You hope she'll also forgive the two heavy punches Shuji lands on her Kennyboy before Kazutora pulls your next friend back and you can get back between the two again. People are staring, hoping for a fight. Some even boo when Emma whisks Draken away by the collar of his shirt and you try to push Shuji away.

"Fuck him," he spits and looks at you, "you too you little shit," he accuses and pulls you away by the wrist.

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God, you're a certified sucker for that crazy look in his eyes. It's the first thing you think when Shuji slams the door of a spare bedroom in Pah Chin's house. You can't help it. There's nothing like Hanma Shuji slipping into his aggressive chaos mode on this earth. His irises glow with his emotion. And, wow was it easy to forget that he had you pressed against the door of this room with all his energy and attention fixed on you.

His fingers were knotted in your hair and you vaguely noted his growl asking you what the FUCK you thought you were doing.

"And who are you to ask that? I'm not yours. We're not together Shuji. Never have been. You're young, still right?" You shoot back

"Tch, that's what this is about?"

Maybe he had you caged against the door but liquid courage had you fighting back. You shove his chest. "Yeah. Yeah that's what this is about. What the fuck right do you have to treat me like I'm yours? You drive me everywhere. You hold my hand. You share your bed. You kiss my forehead. You make me breakfast. You know my secrets. You call me yours. But you can't make it official? What the fuck is up with that?"

With every sentence you've pushed Shuji back till he was perched on the corner of the bed.

"How the fuck is that fair, huh? You want me to be yours Shuji? Then tell me you're fucking mine." It's not a request. It's a demand. An ultimatum. A last chance to be honest with you.

He's looking up at you still as a statue, emotion so unreadable it unnerves you. You know how he wears almost any emotion. He rarely surprises you, and yet...

"I'm yours."

Shuji says it quietly at first like there's a lag between his awareness and speech. You're shocked he's caved so quickly and you stutter out an "Excuse me?"

"I'm yours." He repeats, more confidently. "God I'm so fucking yours." He's dragged you by the hips to straddle his lap and his lips are on yours and you swear you can taste the adrenaline on his tongue.

It's every bit as addicting as you guessed to properly make out with Shuji. You don't know how long you've been sat on him attached in this kiss but when you tug him by the hair to catch your breath and hear him groan at the tension you think you've died and gone to heaven. He's mumbling little "all fuckin yours, baby" up and down your neck and you feel his voice reverberating in your throat.

You grind down on the swell of his hardening dick and smirk a bit, lips ghosting his, "all?"

"All."

He's shimmying out of his pants, when you slide off his lap to kneel on the floor. You're met with a sizeable bulge hidden under tight black fabric and you damn near moan just at the sight of his freed dick springing up to tap his abs when you pull the last offending piece of fabric away. "Shuji you're so fucking beautiful." You say as you brush your fingers over his length carefully. His mouth opens in an amused playful smirk but you're on him immediately, stealing his words by licking a stripe from base to the tip that you pop right in your mouth. His jaw hesitates and then goes slack as you look up at him and take as much of him as possible.

You don't know what you expected but he is not quiet. He's mumbling praise and expletives and he exhales the hottest, breathiest moan you've ever had the pleasure to hear, let alone cause, when his tip hits the back of your throat and you swallow around it. You smile around him and want to giggle but you settle on humming around him. You force his fingers in your hair into a fist telling him to set his pace but he pulls you off instead. He's panting a bit and you feel a pang of pride in your chest.

"Need to fuck you. Need your pussy." He's already clamoring to help you up and discard your skirt. You do him the honor of not remembering his words as needy and stuttered as they were just this one time.

You climb over him to straddle his hips and stroke his cock once, twice, before running the tip along your slit. Rather than taking the tip you pivot your hips and pin his dick to his abs and run your soaking lips along his length. The sensation of his hot head nudging your clit brings you to your elbows, moaning in his ears.

Big hands grip your ass and grind you even harder into his dick. And between the warm stimulation and the nails digging into your skin you're already on the fucking edge, but you'll be damned if the first time you fuck Shuji you don't cum around his cock.

Finally after your relentless teasing you lined up his dick and hovered over him bobbing just enough to tease his tip with the velvety walls of your pussy. Shuji can barely whine a "fuck, doll stop teasing me cant take it," before you've sunk down and taken his cock whole and he's groaning and squeezing your ass, pulling you onto himself with bruising strength. You're suddenly laying on him again, collapsed down to your elbows with the power of your orgasm, while your fluttering walls only spur him on.

The weight of years of fantasies of this moment hit him at once and before you can process it, he's bear hugging you and rolling over to take the lead. Fuck, how could he not? After pining after you for so long, imagining getting to finally fuck you and promising himself that he'd make sure you wanted no one else when he was done with you.

It's endearing, you think, how he mutters as much to you over and over as he makes your pussy his as he fucks you through your high and beyond. You giggle and moan and gasp and think this is exactly how you pictured sex with Shuji to be needy, whiny, unexpected, a little rough.

You can read him so well that when his breath hitches just right, you wrap you legs around his waist, ignoring the stuttered warning of his own impending orgasm. Instead you gripped his hair, pulled his face to yours and breathed, "Gonna make me all fucking yours?" over his lips.

Immediately he pulled away from your kiss, unable to coordinate as he lost his composure and filled you, half locked in place by your legs. Muttered curses and filthy nonsense about how you feel around his is all he can get out until he's spent, finally latching his mouth on your shoulder to give an affectionate bite, not unlike bites you'd exchanged as friends a few hours before. You let him lay on you a minute or so to recover before he pulls back and sits up on his knees to look down at you, at his handiwork.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah," you agreed.

"Why haven't we done that before?"

"Hm...something about you being young?" You tease as he eases out of you.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. We already fucked that issue away," he jokes back and combs his fingers through some minor tangles in your hair, "S'not like I meant it anyway, y'know."

You catch his hand and tug it, wanting to be closer, "You're free to prove that to me any time."

In true Shuji form, he gasps in that goofy performatively dumb way he likes to as he brings his face close to yours for a kiss, "You mean I can do this again?"

[stinkysidebitch]

Smoke Sesh With Shinso

Imagine of you and our favorite sleepy boi smoking together~ 

Warnings: Pot use (idc abt it clearly but I know some people do so be warned)

Also I highly recommend listening to Brazil by Declan Mckenna since that’s what Shinso was listening to :)

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Lately things at U.A. had been crazy. It was senior year and testing was harder than it had been junior year by a huge margin. All the cramming made your head hurt, and you were sure your closest friend Hitoshi Shinso felt the same way.

Getting him to open up to you at first had been hard, but it was worth it. He was really a genuine guy but he came off as a little cold sometimes to other people and you knew all of this stress wasn't helping. There was a little joint just begging to be used, and with a lot of students off training with mentors and doing mentorship programs there weren't many students that chose to stay.

Shinso needed to focus on his studies and so did you. He worked his ass off to get into the hero course and he never really got a break. That's when the idea bloomed in your head and you decided to shoot him a text.

It really didn't take you long to get there, the joint and a lighter tucked into your hoodie pouch as you zoomed to his dorm. He was literally waiting outside, resting against the doorframe with his earbuds in acting all casual. Shinso wore a pair of black track pants that sat a little low and a white t-shirt. Typical lazy day wear for him. You couldn't help but crack up when you saw how he stood with his hands in his pockets and legs crossed, his head jerking up at the sound.

"Wha- What the hell are you doing?"

Hitoshi rolled his eyes at your loud cackling and pulled out his earbuds.

"Waiting for you, fool. Come on." He spoke with a smirk and jerked his head in the direction of his room, entering before you could catch up. When you did he was already in his beanie chair. You slid the door closed and plopped down in the other one that he got for you.

Usually when you came over the two of you gamed and Shinso got sick of sitting on the floor or bed so he got you your own.

He drummed a beat against his knees as you pulled out the joint and a lighter.

“It’s been so long since we’ve just had time to do this.”

“Last time was right before our first semester. Not that long.” Sarcasm dripped from his words as you raised a brow at him.

“Keep this up and I won’t share.”

“Fair point.” You heard him mumble as you stuck the joint between your lips and help up the lighter.

“Shouldn’t you do that by the window?”

“Cu’on, mo oneh herehh” You countered, trying to speak around the paper in your mouth earning one of those low rumbling chuckles from Shinso. 

Sucking in, you lit the end as the familiar tickling started to form in your throat. Once you were sure you got enough you pinched the joint between your index finger and thumb and held it out to your friend, face contorted as you kept in the smoke.

Once the burning started to get to you, you let out a puff of smoke, hacking and wheezing while Shinso acted like it was nothing. He didn’t even cough, but he also didn’t take as big of a hit as you had.

A stream of white smoke flowed from each of his nostrils as he watched you struggle with a smirk. He passed you a water bottle which was quickly accepted.

“I don’t get it man, you don’t even smoke that much but it barely does anything to you!” You spoke with a raspy voice, lifting the stick to your lips again for another pull.

He simply shrugged and watched you repeat the process. This time when you blew out a cloud you didn’t cough as much which meant that it was working. This time Shinso took a huge hit. You watched in awe as he nearly sucked up the joint.

“Damn- that was expensive, don’t smoke it all!” You whined, snatching it back with a pout.

Shinso chuckled, smoke pouring from this mouth with every sound. You had to admit, his laugh was pretty attractive. It was deep and velvety. You had thought he sounded like he was 30 when he was 16, but now that he was 18 it had gotten a little deeper still. Maybe the pot was working too well, or maybe you were just noticing things that you hadn’t before.

The two of you finished the joint off and when it was gone you both had completely relaxed into the beanbags. You had made sure to get a hybrid so that the two of you didn’t fall asleep like you had last time.

“Wanna play Smash?” He suddenly inquired, turning to face you with arms folded behind his head.

“I’ll ruin you.” A smirk crossed your face as you met his tired gaze. You were always up for a little friendly competition. Especially with him.

“I’d like to see it.”

Hitsohi was always good with quips. It was one of the downsides of having a smart friend.

You watched from your spot as he sluggishly turned on his console, putting in the game and grabbing two controllers from his dresser. He plopped back down next to you and passed you one.

Obviously you picked Samus but no matter who you or Shinso chose he absolutely creamed you. There was no winning with this dude.

Finally after who knew how many losses you finally won. 

“Boom, eat it punk!” You tossed the controller down victoriously and he watched it roll across the floor, shooting you a look. You gave him an apologetic smile and shrugged your shoulders, hoping it didn’t break.

“Y/n, you only won because you picked Kirby.”

“Pfttt, whatever! You’re just a sore loser, Shin.”

You replied, sticking your tongue at him. It was then that you noticed his earbuds hanging out of his pocket, small sounds still flowing from them. Wonder took hold.

“What were you listening to?”

He pulled out a phone and held an earbud out to you, putting the other in. Scooting your beanbag next to his awkwardly, you gently took the bud from his hand and tried to ignore the fact that he smelled kinda like peppermint.

The music faded in as you brushed shoulders with your friend, a little dizzied by the close proximity.

“It’s where the world should want to be, for fine something all people ne-eed~”

You noticed a strange buzzing in your fingertips as you gently nodded to the song with a satisfied smile. Glancing up at Shinso you realized he had been staring. Instead of looking away though he gave you a soft smile. The kind that made his brows lift slightly in the front. It made your chest feel warm and tight.

“I’m faithless now though we win every time and I don’t know how~”

You weren’t sure why, but you leaned a bit closer to him, your head fuzzy and mind blank.

“‘Cause I haven’t bought you and I haven’t sold me, but the people are dying to-to get on TV~”

Hitoshi dipped his head down closer to yours, eyes heavily lidded. Even more so than usual. You were leaning against each other now, faces getting closer as you allowed the strange magnetic pull to drag you closer.. 

“I heard he lives down a river somewhe-ere, with six cars and a grizzly be-e-ear-”

The music dissipated into the background as Shinso closed the remaining gap between the two of you, first his forehead resting on yours before he moved his mouth forward. It was soft and slow, nothing like you expected from someone with such an abrasive personality in general.

You could taste his chapstick and breath mints but you didn’t mind. There was something alluring about it, pulling your hesitant bodies a bit closer. The song continued in the background, forgotten now as you lifted a hand to rest on his chest. You deepened the kiss without realizing it. As soon as your lips parted he took advantage, doing some light exploring.

He gently guided you into his beanbag with a hand on your hip, not that you noticed being that you found yourself far too busy with your best friend’s mouth. You tilted your head, pressing into him further and lifting a hand to slide up his neck and into that soft, unpredictable hair of his. 

As soon as you gave his hair a light pull he let out a sigh and you realized what you were doing, jolting back and falling out of the beanbag with a bright red face. The earbud painfully ripped from your ear and Shinso’s, but neither of you really paid attention.

Hitoshi looked equally flustered, turning to the side and rubbing his neck.

“I’m sorry!” You didn’t mean to ruin the moment, but you also didn’t mean to make out with your friend. He allowed his arm  to drop  into his lap, seeming to be lost in thought for a moment.

“You regret it?” Shinso suddenly asked, turning back to you and looking as stoic as he normally did.

“Well.. no, I don’t think so but.. did you mean to do that?

“Uh.. yeah.” 

Of course he did. And so did you. You liked him and you didn’t even know it.

“Want to do it again?” It was like your mouth moved on it’s own. Instead of verbally answering, Shinso got out of the beanbag and sat on the floor in front of you, leaning in.

And there you were, kissing him on the floor with a joint butt in your pocket.