#worried jay

[adeleba]

AU where Jay never gets his memory back and reluctantly stays with the ninja.

It's difficult to look at him when you know he'd never remember why he meant so much to you in the first place.

Not like it matters. He barely registers you at all.

[hungharrington]

i’m almost 22 and have never even kissed a boy (which i’m chronically insecure about). it’s made me feel very nervous regarding intimacy or “doing it wrong”. i feel like steve would be great coach and reassure the reader it’s okay and that they’re doing great. nothing to embarrassed about. (my soul needs this so bad)

hi honey !! i think you r so right & steve would be the perfect guy to give all the assurances <3 i hope u know that kisses don’t matter too much til they’re with someone you’re rlly sweet on so i wouldn’t sweat it angel x this one is sfw! wowzer!

You’re on your couch and in Steve’s lap and worried about just about everything. 

Steve’s being sweet about it, his hands resting gently on either side of your waist, his thumbs swiping up and down to comfort you. He’s watching you closely, unaware he’s just taken your first, second, and third ever kisses. How could he know? you think, on the side of insecurity— it seems everybody else your age has already kissed someone. 

“You okay?” He asks, hazel eyes tracing over the soft features of your face. He loves your nose and the shape of your bottom lip— strange things to like perhaps, but Steve doesn’t care. 

You nod but don’t say anything. The motion is a bit jerky. Your hands are planted on his shoulders, holding them probably a bit too tight. Exhaling a breath, you nod again and pretend the fondness in his gaze isn’t making you shy.

“Yeah,” you finally speak, voice smaller than you intend. “Just- just wanna like—“ you swallow, eyes darting to the ceiling for a moment, if only to avoid his intense eyes. “I wanna get this right.” 

A car engine drones by outside in the dusky evening. Steve gives a little chuckle and his hands on your waist tug forward, pulling your attention down and your body an inch closer to his. It’s warm— every part of him is glowing warm. 

“I don’t think there’s any way you can get this wrong,” He admits, awfully sincere about it. 

It’s the truth. Steve likes you a lot. You could probably bite his lip too hard and make it bleed and he’d still find it pleasant. You have that effect on him. 

You don’t know that though. So, every stress seems very, very real. Are you kissing firm enough? Too firm? God, are your lips too dry? 

Your tongue flicks out to wet them, your hands giving his shoulders a nervous, minuscule squeeze. In your chest, your heart is torn between rabbiting in its anxiety or shrivelling in insecurity. 

“I mean,” you laugh a little, if only to cover your embarrassment. You duck your head to avoid his face, murmuring, “If there is, I’m sure I’ll find it. I haven’t, uh, exactly done this… too much.”

“That’s fine,” Steve says instantly. His warm, large hands give a tender squish on your waist, before sliding up and around to curl snugly around your body. He sits up a little straighter, his nose nudging against yours. 

“No, Steve,” you say, cheeks a touch heated. You count his eyelashes so you can avoid his eyes, you voice dropping volume towards the end of your sentence. “I mean, like… like ever.” 

Surprise flashes in his eyes for only a moment. His gaze darts down to your lips quickly but then he’s smiling, nudging closer, and stealing a quick kiss off your lips. Now he’s taken your fourth kiss too. 

You flush, something warm pinging its way up your spine. 

“That’s okay,” He murmurs, sounding like he really means it. 

“It is?” 

“It’s great. You’re great.” He kisses you again—your fifth— so sweet it tastes like sugar on your lips, his arms around you pulling you in closer. You drown in it, enamoured by how it feels to have his lips against yours. God, he makes you dizzy. 

Steve breaks the kiss but stays close, his arms pulling you closer still so you’re straddling him properly. He’s warm, so warm— and so freakin’ nice to you. 

“You don’t find it weird?” You can’t help but whisper. Your eyes crush closed, unable to face him. 

“Weird?” Steve echoes. “Are you kidding me? It’ll take more than that to freak me out.” 

One of his hands shifts up, moving up off your waist to cradle your jaw gently in his large palm. He peppers a string of kisses along your cheek and jaw, beginning to suck a sweet spot beneath your ear. Your hips shift before you realising, subtly grinding down into his. Flames begin to burn in your stomach. 

“It’s—I mean it’s kind of, like, a little embarrassing, don’t you think?” You continue, voice a little breathier than before. You’re not sure what you’re trying to convince of him of— you certainly don’t want him to stop. 

Steve’s lips brush over the barely forming bruise on your skin and your breath hitches. 

“Are you feeling embarrassed?” 

One slow kiss against your neck, his plush lips accompanied by the heat of his tongue. You squirm in his lap but don’t answer, fearful of being too truthful. You are and you aren’t. He isn’t making you embarrassed but you are, just a little. 

Your silence makes Steve pause, digging his face out of your neck to meet your eyes. “Hey. You shouldn’t be embarrassed- if you are for some other reason, we can— we can like stop—“ 

“No.” You cut in, God, now you’re seriously giving him the wrong idea. “No, oh my god, I sound so stupid- it’s not you— Steve—“ 

He cuts you off with another kiss, your sixth, and steals your runaway thoughts. It blissfully chases away your nerves for just a moment. 

“Great.” He smiles against your mouth, giving another squeeze of your waist. “Cos you don’t need to be.” He kisses your mouth again, seven. “All you need to be is enjoying yourself, okay? 

You like the sound of that— adore the way he’s so seamlessly finds the thing that sets your nerves alight and soothes it so easily. You whisper back, “Okay,” and gift him your eighth kiss, sweet and fierce. 

[eldritchpina]

"We should do this again sometime"

(Marble hornets but mayyybe Tim didn't make it and this is Jay's way to cope?)

[the0retically]

God Lizzie doesn’t know her brother is dead and they may not even be able to reunite since the battle with RAFT is about to happen

And to make matters worse, the battle is going to be happening and out of the corner of her eye Lizzie is going to see a Ferin with red hair join in the fight, she is going to do everything in her power to make sure she doesn’t fail this time

[orionis13]

Old albatrio wip I will likely never finish so enjoy <3

[dogfestivals]

saw fob on wednesday and they played the music or the misery so i. drew Jam obviously 🦭

[canyourlawnmowerdothis]

why the fihs got a damn boogie board ...

[brw]

brieuc’s 1k celebreation: 🤖 interest edit for @prettysureimbatman!

[bizlybebo]

(felipe i think): “why aren’t you scared?”

chip: “gillion wouldn’t be”

[roaring-at-the-sky]

actual embodiment of "don't touch my family" this guy just. presumably exploded several interdimensional godlike beings because they hurt his son. iconic.

[piningpebbles]

okay so we all know the "cole, is that you?" line but. angsty proposition for the "why are you dressed like a pirate?" line.

jay had been tortured ruthlessly by nadakhan and his crew. not only had he lost half of his vision but he was clearly incredibly disoriented when cole showed up.

one of his first proper escape attempts was just a set-up by the crew to destroy his feeling of security (what little of it he had at least) that just ends up in him getting beaten again. but i doubt it was the last time that he tried to escape. and all the same, with how much they laughed, i doubt it was the last time they pulled something similar.

did he ever find a forged response letter saying his friends were coming for him and cared just for the pirates to laugh at his pathetic tears when he's told it's a fake?

did he ever hear their voices, only for it to lead him straight to the scrap and tap ring?

his trust is broken off piece by piece, not just for the crew of course (that shattered right away), but also for his friends as the crew begins to convince him that they don't care about him. that they hate him. nadakhan read jay so easily and saw through his mask he'd been wearing for years as if his face was bare, so why wouldn't he believe the pirates couldn't be right about other things, too? even if he didn't want to admit it.

that they hated him for what he'd done and left him for dead.

as each day passes by and each glimmer of hope ends up just another ruse for the pirates to laugh at before they slam his head against the wooden floor, the more it'd set in. bit by bit.

what are the chances that in the moment he sees cole, in that pirate uniform, his first thought wasn't genuine confusion or relief, but fear?

fear because pirates don't fight fair,

his friends are dressed like pirates,

and his friends hate him.

[officercooks]

I have returned with part 4 of the MoTM redesigns. This time I give you Jay

With a surprise Mrs. Benedict appearance!

⚔️

Cole

Nya

Zane

Kai

Lloyd

[citruslllad]

(drawn before the latest stream) no i’m not obsessed with the concept of alpharad playing for jaiden on the qsmp because they’re roomates irl what are you talking about. shut up

[miqotepotatoe]

I blame my sister for this au because she made me watch the miraculous evil alt universe special and the idea of an evil universe has inspired me.

Behold the Reverse AU.

Wu ends up getting bit by the Devourer instead of Garmadon, and he ends up taking over Ninjago. Ninjago is full of crime, with many gangs fighting over territory and tormenting the civillians trying to survive. Wu rules with an iron fist, often sending out his ninja to do his dirty work like kill whoever stands in his way. No one knows who lies beneath the masks, but their mere presence strikes fear in everyone.

There is a light of hope in the form of the Resistance. Led by Garmadon, he hopes to reclaim the Golden Weapons and defeat his brother to restore peace to Ninjago. Alongside Misako, Nya & Lloyd, they aid the people and fend of Wu's ninja.

While the ninja are mercilous, underneath their masks they're just four sad teen boys who are also trying to survive in this cruel world.

The Shadow Ninja hates having to be this mercillous killer, but he has no other choice, or Wu will stop providing medicine for his sick mother. He can't loose her, not like he lost his father to some corrput tax collectors, even if it means having to break his promise to his mother.

The Azure Ninja has no where else to go. He ran away from his neglectful father, who cares more about collecting money then his own son. Wu found him, and despite how much he wants to run away, where does he go? The streets are no place for a child to wander around.

The Ivory Ninja knows no other life. He is souless machine built to serve Wu. He is the loyalast out of the ninja to Wu. But...why does he feel disgusted whenever he takes a life? Why does he feel sympsthetic to those who run away from him in fear? What would a life among the people be like?

The Scarlet Ninja has only one goal, save his sister from Garmadon, no matter what he has to do. Garmadon kidnapped his sister, who knows what he's doing to her! He will endure the pain, the violence, if it means he'll be able to get her back. If only this samurai stopped getting in his way.

Slowly but surely, the Ninja defect and join the Resistance...after many conflicted emotions and acheiving their True Potentials by finally defying their Master. But they still have a lot of work to do to restore peace, especially with an even greater evil presence hiding in the shadows...

[berryblu-soda]

yall think the team has started to go numb to losing someone by now? its happened so many times (jay´s had it the worst oh gosh)

an odd sort of numbness from knowing all too well this is exactly what theyve signed up for, a feeling hollow and cold but also eerly calm, worry, restlessness bubbling beneath everything

but the need duty to keep moving, keep fighting, you still have a world to protect (no time to fall apart, use the pressure to keep yourself together)

make their sacrifice count, and pray that if they come back, theyre still recognizable...

[duusheen]

With only a thousand Simoleons in their pockets and a lot of hope, Jay and Miracle boarded the early morning bus that would, hopefully, take them to their new future. Perhaps there they would find real happiness 💞