mhjasper

[mhjasper]

24H M/V - JOSHUA

#fallen flower ;; visual #oh my god #sir this is a mcdonalds drivethru

[mhjasper]

mhseraphic​:

overwork was a burden. a shitty aspect to working that admittedly ruined her time and her patience far more than she ever needed it to. take it as the reason she only assigned the most necessary amount of homework to her students, because the less marking she had to do.. the happier a woman she was. simple as that. but hero overwork was unavoidable.. which was pretty funny right now given her texts from her sisters were popping off left right and centre as they planned their moves. it meant they were one step ahead, especially with seraphina right in the centre of the base of intelligence. now that.. that was fun.

the company she had here was nice though. just as fun really. she liked jasper, and she couldn’t deny that his quirk intrigued her intensely. it was an interesting one.

seraphina let out a laugh then, or a scoff maybe. “love me? or love to use me?��� she smirked, rolling her eyes gently. she did hum then to herself at his words, “you should just take matters into our own hands, darling. go suck some people so we can get the information we need to end this night quicker than it starts. we’d be so much better off if they let you do that.. but rules are rules, i suppose.” she shrugged, though.. she couldn’t help stirring that pot anyway. his quirk could be so much more useful than the company would use it for. “ah, they’ll suspect everyone close to them until it’s over and then they’ll cast their eyes straight back onto the heroes who will never be quick enough for them. then again, i blame this idiotic guards that let this mishap take place in the first place.”

fair enough allowing one villain to escape, but ten was going on excessive. it made her question if there was something else at work.

“rules are made to be broken– ah, you say yet so are you planning on going solo some time soon?“ she questioned with only the smallest hint of tease in her tone. “ah, but the boss can only get angry at you considering you work for him. i’m a free agent. not to mention we hardly see enigma until something goes up in flames anyway, so you’re probably in the clear to relax a little and watch it unfold. not like there’s much help we can offer either.“

.

her reaction greatly amused him as he could totally see where she was coming from with the whole being used. in the end, weren’t they all? “take it as a compliment i suppose -- we’re so helpless that we gotta have the queen herself come in to take reigns of things. what can a foot soldier like myself possibly do to help in comparison?” he was being sarcastic -- of course he was being sarcastic. there was no way they didn’t both know that. if seraphina was the queen, jasper might rather be some sort of joker instead; an outlier to fill in the blanks, playing for everyone and no one at all but himself. and his quirk and his confidence were enough to back up those sentiments.

letting his finger run along the edge of his abandoned cup of coffee grown cold with the stress of the situation jasper assessed what they did know. “it’s at times like this that vigilantes spring to action, i suppose,” he reasoned. “the villains in themselves aren’t that dangerous from what i heard, but the chaos they brought with them is causing other villains to rise and people to take matters into their own hands. before we know it the whole city will be going to hell dont’cha think?” speaking about it as though it was someone else’s business, that was the conclusion jasper reached. “you think we’re gonna see something big happening soon? that thought is kind of exciting i gotta admit.”

he leaned back in his chair and took a glance up at the woman before him, trying to access her reaction. jasper always had hunches about people even if he knew not to act on hunches, and oftentimes he was absolutely dying to see what secrets this woman held, but something told him that if he ever tried anything he would get killed. not that he cared. that thought was rather intriguing in and of itself. she was probably the only one at the company he didn’t have dirt on, namely because her being there was an exception rather than a rule.

“oh, you didn’t know?” he teased although he was actually surprised to find a hole in her intelligence network. “perhaps i underestimated your ability to gather intel after all.” clasping his fingers together, jasper explained himself. “i opened up my own bureau like? half a year ago maybe. so if you ever feel like swinging by for some acupuncture don’t hesitate to hit me up. or i dunno, suggest me to your friends or something. i’m pretty darned good if i have to say so myself.” the boss hadn’t been very satisfied with him, but as seraphina said, he was only around once in a blue moon anyway and it wasn’t like he could chew him out just for wanting to expand his business, was it?

#mhseraphic #c: seraphina #t: untitled 3 #myheroblackout

[mhjasper]

jaehanmh​:

@mhjasper​.

how long has it been? minutes. hours.

he’s a mosaic of colors, partly concrete and partly brick, partly worn, discarded cardboard, partly the darkness that clings to the corners of this dead end.

“help,” rasps the woman on the ground in front of him. her eyes flutter erratically, unfocused, almost enough to convince him that she doesn’t know he’s there.

he knows that she knows. he had met her gaze when he turned the corner and held her gaze while that– that thing, that person?, whatever had slinked out of the shadows and blurred past them with inhuman speed, knocking jaehan aside but leaving an inexplicable redness that bloomed over the woman’s chest. the first help me had left her mouth then, a cry as she crumpled to the sidewalk with her arms curled uselessly around her own torso, and jaehan had– is still frozen, staring at the floor of his bedroom and his brother’s dark eyes and feeling a scream clawing its away up his throat–

move, you have to move.

“help,” his brother pleads.

MOVE.

jaehan lurches to his feet, his stomach churning with the movement, and oh fuck he’s going to be sick. “please,” the voice cries plaintively after him.

he stumbles towards what he thinks is the street corner, swiping the back of his wrist hard across his eyes and wondering why the red won’t go away. “someone,” he croaks, far too lowly to actually be heard, but it’s a miracle that he slams into another body on the sidewalk after all. their face is hazy, recognition just beyond his reach; he can only hope they’re a hero. “help.” he parrots the woman’s plea, grasping the person’s sleeve and pulling desperately in the direction of the dead end. “there’s s- something– someone’s really hurt th- there, you have to help them, please!”

it was rather incredible, he thought, how villains existed in daily lives, on the streets, amongst peers, and yet the moment the announcement of some low grade ragtag made it out, it sent the whole city went into a state of panic. jasper didn’t like this situation one bit -- it meant more overwork for him and that was not something he desired.

it wasn’t rare for him to be out in the field while on the job, but if he could pick, he would much rather work from the confinements of his desk and then go out when he felt like socialising or observing. keep work and fun apart. but he supposed that when you worked as a hero, you had to go out and about every so often to get a feeling of things and be able to act in the moment. 

especially when the moment decided to catch up to you.

some entity came charging at him, and had it not been for the words of plea, jasper might have gone immediately to self defense -- he assumed it was a quirk, but the way this guy’s skin and clothes were shifting to keep up with the surroundings was kind of unsettling a sight when it came towards you at full speed. either way, there was only one thing he could react to, and that was the single word ‘help’. 

jasper could feel his glance harden as he placed a hand at the (what he assumed from the voice) guy’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, especially since it seemed like he was so distressed that his quirk was running rampant (another presumption -- of course there was a chance this was the standard but he somehow doubted it.) “slow down there,” he spoke, “take a breath and show me the way. i can’t have you fainting on me when someone is in danger, now, can i?”

#jaehanmh #c: jaehan #t: untitled 4 #myheroblackout #paps u #u did well

[mhjasper]

mhxabra​:

hyejin is well versed in this cat and mouse routine, seeking intimacy from strangers a favourite pastime of hers. 

part of him wondered how long it would take to get to his office, weighing the pros and cons between a dark alleyway and a work desktop. could he really allow himself the leeway of losing the spur of the moment, the tension that was already built up?

no he couldn’t. and there was also something strangely enticing about the thought of anyone being able to walk in on them, about breaking the rules and doing something so obscene in public. beside, her hand was already well past the limits of waiting, and jasper could feel himself rising to the touch. she had him captured for a moment, teeth around bottom lip in an intense halt to his advances and jasper waited patiently, for his turn, breath against her lip, ragged with anticipation.

released as she began fondling him, jasper took it as his cue to trail kisses down to her neck where he stopped. while on the job, when using his quirk he would need consent from his target, but something as mood breaking as asking ‘hey, do you mind if i suck your blood?’ was out of the question. and part of him also wanted to take her by surprise, to see her reaction at the suddenness of his actions. even better was it if she got stimulated as well. lips parted revealing the long fangs inside his mouth and jasper removed his hand from the wall he had been supporting himself against, to grab hold of her free hand and pin it against the surface above her head.

he moved in. letting his fangs sink in, he punctured the soft skin of her neck and could immediately feel his mouth get filled with the sweet taste of blood. the first thing that hit him was a sickening feeling of having drunk way more than he actually had as memories of hyejin’s own alcoholic intake that night flooded in, her getting ready for the night out with a date and the disappointment of getting ditched in favour of a phone. he didn’t really care to dive in deep as that was not the purpose this time; for now it was simply to satisfy his own cravings he did it, because sucking blood was like a drug to him, because he was addicted to people’s memories entering his mind. 

when information he hadn’t expected suddenly made its way in, jasper paused his coming on to her. a villain, huh? well, his boss was definitely not going to like him messing around with some villain girl, but what did he care? with her hand currently palming his crotch he had little time to find it in himself to complain about such trivial details. it only lasted a few seconds before he was yet again sucking out her blood, his free hand trailing up her back to meet with the backside of the bra holding her own assets in place. with quick, experienced movements, he undid it and let his hand move up front, cupping her breast and letting his thumb rub against the nipple.

#mhxabra #c: hyejin #t: untitled #nsfw #blood tw

[mhjasper]

shua ☆ studio choom

#fallen flower ;; visual #i felt attacked and i hope others do too

[mhjasper]

mhseraphic​:

“i bet you’re loving this, hm? the team at it’s best. it’s just like old times.” @mhjasper​

seraphina couldn’t say this was where she’d expected to spend her night, but after the news hit her of the escapees.. it was probably inevitable that she’d be called in by her former company. that being said, at some point she’d probably have to make her rounds to school, and of course the sisterhood. that was for her to know though. 

there was a lot a villain could get up to when the night was like this. lovely.

“at it’s best? ah, you mean scrambling in confusion for any collective bit of information that any of us might happen to know, whilst we all hopelessly search for an answer to our current problem–“ she practically sang, legs kicked up onto the table as the words danced playfully off her tongue. wasn’t like she was wrong though, even her old company was stuck on what to do. “i like the old times when it was peaceful, now this place relies to much on what i can provide. and i’m already being pulled six ways from sunday by everyone possible. take the advice to never have three jobs at once, however fun it is to run your own empire.“

the fox sighed for a moment then, before her signature smirk was back on her lips, the small hint of fangs showing. “regardless, i am loving this. chaos is entertaining, is it not?”

admittedly doing overwork because some villains had decided they wanted to cause commotion hadn’t really been his intended way of spending the night, and jasper was kind of bothered by it, only kind of obviously because it definitely wasn’t like he had other ways he’d rather spend the night. alas, such was the circumstances when working in intelligence -- those useless combat heroes who didn’t know how to use their brains needed them at times like this.

and he supposed it wasn’t all bad -- although he hadn’t been at the company when the woman had interned there, she still had deep ties to them and he had seen her and worked together with her on multiple occasions; if anything, she was incredibly capable. 

“what can i say? we love you,” he offered a shrug to her question. “plus they won’t let me go out and suck information out of random civilians so we’ve only been dealing with the ones who ‘thought they had seen something.’ a lot of people are like that you know? suddenly a villain outbreak appears and half the populace begins suspecting their neighbour just because they don’t like them.”

flashing a smile of his own he couldn’t deny that it was nice having the fox lady back around. “i’m bound by company rules so i can’t really go out snooping my way -- yet -- so i suppose it’s all up to you. i mean i fully agree with you but don’t think the boss is gonna be so happy if we just let chaos ensue you know.”

#mhseraphic #c: seraphina #t: untitled 3 #nah length is never a problem lmao it's holding back that's the problem #myheroblackout

[mhjasper]

mhxabra​:

hyejin can almost forget that they aren’t alone, that the entire club is almost at capacity and it isn’t just the two of them. though she doesn’t care. she feeds off his energy and the attention she receives. not a second thought toward any prying eyes or eavesdropping ears. what she does here tonight is exclusively for them. hyejin hasn’t had a sip of alcohol in a short eternity but instead, feels drunk off her companion, relishes in the warmth of his hands all over her. she lets it fulfil her in the most carnal of ways, coil in her abdomen until it warms her from the inside out, cheeks flushed a dark shade under the flashing neon lights. she doesn’t crave a cigarette anymore. she doesn’t want another shot of some dark amber liquor to keep her numb. she wants to taste him. she wants to know every single thing about him. not a stranger to dangerous situations, hyejin throws caution to the wind and dives in head first.

drunk, mainly from the drinks he has had leading up to this encounter, but also from the mood she has created, jasper was getting pulled in hook, line and sinker.

honestly he surprised even himself tonight -- certainly it wasn’t the first time he was well on the way to a one-night-stand, but he definitely didn’t make a habit out of it, his sole purpose for being out and about never with such carnal desires in mind. heck, it was rarely his purpose at all, always more interested in the humans themselves, observing, learning, it really was all so fascinating. humans were amazing. he loved them so much.

and right now the human alluring him was this woman before him. he enjoyed her pace, the way she could make him feel on end with the smallest of actions and he didn’t know if he was just drunk as fuck, but she was also beautiful and that was a definite bonus. she had come with a date, that much he had seen. where that date was now, he wasn’t sure, and she didn’t seem to care any longer. would he incur some jealous wrath in someone now? probably not, but the thought of stealing someone’s date was rather a good one, acknowledging his superiority. jasper couldn’t deny that he felt good in a role of domination and even better with his partner fighting for it back. 

with the words jasper reached his peak. it was crazy he thought, the way he was ready to ditch all logical reasoning about stranger danger, but all he knew was that he wanted this woman, and that he wanted her right now. he knew not the first thing about her, but he was going to learn soon enough. there were no more words left to say as he closed his eyes to the touch before grabbing a hand around her wrist. “let’s get out of here,” he suggested, or more ordered before dragging her off, a wide grin present on his features. he doesn’t make it far though, before pressing her up against a wall, the alleyway next to the club serving its purpose for privacy, fingers interlocking. he leaned in, closing the height difference between them and placing his lips upon hers, first careful, probing, and then once more with force.

#mhxabra #c: hyejin #t: untitled #nsfwish #i still lose it at dracula ngl

[mhjasper]

what's your most taboo fantasy?

“now now, hyejin ssi, it wouldn’t be very fun if i spoiled that for you already, would it?”

it really was rather funny, because when they had first met, jasper was absolutely sure that nothing much would come out of it, a one night stand with no purpose, no feelings involved and no expectations for the future. two people who were horny and attracted to one another in the spur of the moment, one longing and one granting what she was longing for. but jasper had found that he had quite enjoyed himself. hyejin was definitely not a boring girl and before he knew it, she had managed to trick his number out of him, and not just his work number that he would usually give out, but his actual private phone number. he didn’t want to be in a relationship, but hyejin kept him entertained and it was a lie to say that he wasn’t fantasising.

about the handcuffs in his desk drawer at work, a sacred tool that was supposed to be used for criminals and not for his dirty sexual fantasies. forever ruin their chastity by gaining them a newfound purpose.

about her naked body at his mercy, trailing up and down the sensitive skin with his fingers.

about her pleasure, the pleasure he would suck in through her memories while it was happening. 

about sucking her dizzy, her heartbeat struggling to keep up with his thirst.

about branding her body for the day to come. 

#myheromeme #nsfw #this is FIne #:') #mhxabra

[mhjasper]

what's the most shameful thing you've done drunk?

“bold of you to assume i feel ashamed about what i do.”

see, jasper had a special policy in life -- that everything happened for a reason and that, if his wishes and whims wanted it, who was he to reject them? of course even he had his own sense of what was right and wrong (he was only human after all), but generally speaking he didn’t reject others for theirs, and he always considered him above a general sense right and wrong. which also meant that if he had done something wrong while drunk there was absolutely no reason to feel shame about it. it just happened after all.

“one thing though is that people usually forget what they’ve done when they’re smashed, right? not even alcohol can erase my memory.” he had plenty of good drunk stories, many at his own expense, but that was not going to stop jasper from finding them funny. “butter me up and one day i might tell you about that time the fire department had to rescue me down from the top of the namsan tower.”

#myheromeme #in which jasper has zero fucks to give #alcohol tw #mhxabra

[mhjasper]

mhxabra​:

sustained seconds pass before hyejin can bring herself to avert her eyes from her new partner. the response to her advance is quick and hyejin ought to give him more credit. it’s invigorating. she can feel the trail his fingertips make toward the dip in her lower back and it has her on edge, in the greatest way possible. she feels fully aware in spite of the drinks knocked back to prolong her date, but has long forgotten about what brought her here tonight. instead, she fantasises of possibilities; about where she may wake up tomorrow morning. lost in thought, hyejin is pulled back into the moment as the next song begins to play. an older classic is sampled in the track and it catches more than just her ears. the crowd responds and the dance floor is revitalised. souls seeking refuge at the bar return to the horde. hyejin is jostled and it brings the two strangers even closer. she’s enveloped in a comfortable claustrophobia, his arms draping her and their bodies move as one. they don’t dance yet, not really, more a synchronised undulating to a syncopated dance beat. the bass vibrating powerfully through the floor and the thrumming heartbeat in hyejin’s ears are in battle and she’s not sure which is louder. she needs another drink, a cigarette, a distraction before she gets caught up and falls in too deep. self conscious only for a moment of doubt, she arcs her back and sinks her hips, drinking in his features while she still can. she leans in closer until her mouth barely grazes his ear and asks him his name. it doesn’t matter what he tells her, really. her filthy imagination is still going to indulge in how it would sound muffled into a pillow.

with a hustle and a bustle, she was pushed further into his embrace and jasper couldn’t help but wonder what kind of hero he was to give into carnal desires in such a way? then again he had never been much of a heroic person in morality in the first place, always on the fence, always in the grey zone between righteousness and impulses, firmly believing that it was oh so human to give into the latter and that anyone who dared claim themself free of desires were spouting a load of bullcrap.

sensing that his advances were more than welcome, his hand began caressing her back, the stranger whose name he didn’t even know, an encounter in the night who was most likely going to end with being just that. when she leaned in closer, the whisper sent a chill down his spine, a welcome sensation of excitement and primal desires within him reacting to her being oh so close, lips parting ever so slightly. there was no denying it -- his mind was running wild with what he wanted to do to her right now, but despite the alcohol in his blood he remained levelheaded enough to not end up having anyone scream bloody murder on the dancefloor.

“jasper,” he whispered back at the query, one hand running up to the back of her head, fingers locking and playing with her hair as he brought his face in closer to her neck. for a moment he took in her scent -- perfume, shampoo, behind that a nice sweet smell -- waiting for consent, assuming he would be pushed away if she was uncomfortable, but eventually placing his lips on her neck in a peck. for a moment he lingered, wondered how easy it would be to give in, let his fangs sink into that smooth beautiful skin, taint it with his own existence. but instead he ran his hand from her hair, following the strands down to her ear, from lobe to cheek where his thumb stubbed to run over the rosy surface. “and you?”

#mhxabra #c: hyejin #t: untitled #readmore for sexual tension lmao #just in case #also i was listening to it while writing lmao

[mhjasper]

because i’m fearless

mhxmax​:

the feeling of the villains taking a few advantageous step ahead of him is always infuriating. and to someone like max, who takes this hero business a little too seriously at times (a little unhealthily, too, if you ask him), it wouldn’t be a surprise to see him seeking jasper’s help. the dangers are there and clear to him, but it obviously isn’t enough to stop him from going along with it. it’s part of the job, his crazy mind supplies, but everyone else with common sense would probably tell him otherwise. even jasper seem to want so knock some sense into him first (something he’s expected). his request isn’t exactly easy.

a face. he wants a face to recognize and pin into an evasive target - a face to finally put on a villain he’s been trying to catch. it feels like the guy is always a step ahead of him, and he’s always left with nothing but a glimps of a shadow of their face. it’s irritating. so close, yet so far.

“yes, i’m sure,” he finds himself replying without a second thought. “i… just want a face. i know i’ve seen them, so it’s there… in my memories,” he sighs. jasper was right about his memories being vague (it sounds beyond vague to him to be honest), but it’s the reason why he’s here. he wants to narrow down things with jasper’s quirk. “i promise to speak up when it gets too much?” he says as if that’s enough to assure them both.

“i can agree to that. i guess at least,” he concurred at the assurance that max would make sure to tell him if things were about to go south. honestly he had a pretty good feeling of when he was about to suck people dry by now, but jasper had an unfortunate tendency of losing himself to his cravings. it wasn’t that he needed other people’s blood for survival -- he just really liked the taste and the feeling of the memories invading his own mind. his mind and knowledge expanding was an exhilarating experience.

raising from his chair, jasper crossed the floor of his office in big strides and appeared next to max. “make yourself comfortable because this might hurt a bit,” he instructed letting his fingers run over the other’s neck in a caressing touch. as he leaned in, jasper was hit by only a slight sense of hesitation before biting into the smooth skin of his friend’s neck.

immediately the sweet, sweet addictive taste filled his mouth and with it the world blackened for an instant before the memories would start playing. max skipping breakfast this morning was the first thing that hit him, dinner from yesterday, all trivial things that he would most definitely be mixing up with his own daily life -- more he thought to himself, he needed more, something different, something deeper. but it was like looking for a needle in a hay stack. memories of the case, of max spending even his free time trying to make sense of things, of the annoyance that he just couldn’t find that missing piece even though it felt like it was right there. more. further. a vague figure was appearing in his mind repeatedly first as a simple bystander, an unnoticeable figure in the masses, someone you would never pay attention to unless you were jasper. but he still needed more...!

#mhxmax #c: max #t: because i'm fearless

[mhjasper]

mhjaehyung​:

of course, throwing a can through a spirits head was one sure way to piss of said spirit. which was exactly what happened and now the man was angrily shouting about how rude it was to throw things at people and clearly hadn’t gotten the message that jaehyung had thrown the can at him in the first place as a message to piss off. at least he seemed lucky that the guy he had accidentally hit with the can didn’t seem that pissed off about things. 

you did have to be careful with who you pissed off these days because it could very well be some villain in a bad mood who didn’t take too kindly to being hit in the head. or even anyone who didn’t like it could very happily use their quirk on him. and not much jaehyung could do about that. 

“yeah, thanks,” he took the can he had just thrown back from the guy, though was rather quick to add, “but i wasn’t throwing it at you. you just happened to get in the way.” and if to prove his point he turned and, once again, chucked the crushed can right through the head of the now shouting spirit for a second time. maybe second time was the charm and he would get the message to leave him alone. not that he supposed anyone else could actually see that he was throwing it at someone in the first place. 

ah, of course he hadn’t been the target. because of course it made perfect sense that someone would toss a can randomly when no one else were in the immediate vicinity and there were no bins. that was a thing that always surprised him about seoul -- such a big city, so few bins. either way he couldn’t immediately understand what was going on, and that fact alone fascinated jasper.

“guess i shouldn’t immediately make this about me then, hm?” he cracked a sly smile only barely revealing his fangs if one were to look properly. “i guess you just happened to toss it after some invisible ghost friend or something.” amusing himself with his hypothesis, jasper tried to find some logic in the stranger’s actions and words, and the fact that he ‘got in the way’ of nothing meant there had to be something he couldn’t see, right? especially when the can was tossed again seemingly at nothing, jasper thought he might be onto something here.

“that’s good and all, but i’m going to have you go pick up that can. i’m not kind enough to play fetch with you and littering is a crime you know~.” with a joyful singsong, he stuck his hands into his pockets, carefully observing the offender who was obviously in a bad mood. “i might not look like much but i’m actually a hero you see, and it pains my soul so much to see upstanding citizens turn to villainous acts.” his grin widened with every word he spoke, mainly because jasper was incredibly amused with himself.

#mhjaehyung #c: jaehyung #t: untitled 2

[mhjasper]

do you want others to like you?

love, like, dislike, or maybe outright hatred, all very human emotions that he couldn’t help but be very fascinated by. it wasn’t that jasper himself was an indifferent person, but as an information broker he couldn’t let such diluted sentiments taint the reliability of his stories, and thus he had to be above them himself. he knew per definition what it meant to like something, a person namely, to be cared for and desired.

“no,” he responded honestly after a bit of thought. “i don’t want to be liked or loved or whatever. it would make things a lot easier when it comes to dealing with the judgmental public, but i’ve never really given much sentiment about such weak conditions. i’ve never been a very desirable character in the first place. even the people who tend to like me don’t desire me. being liked by people doesn’t make me a better or a worse person; in the first place liking someone simply means finding a person who lives up to your own image of what is right and wrong.” in the end, what was right and what was wrong? he still did not know that much and believed it to be a social construct. 

“more than ‘liked’ i guess i just want to be ‘accepted’?”

#myheromeme #thanks for sending #this was a good one #Anonymous

[mhjasper]

Send uncomfortable questions to my muse!

#myheromeme #bonus points to whoever can actually unsettle him

[mhjasper]

mhjaehyung​:

open!

jaehyung was used to being bothered by dead people don’t get him wrong. every second of every day they were there trying to strike up a conversation or complain about their previous life choices, or just standing there in the corner muttering to themselves. and maybe they didn’t mean bad by it, but jae was not the right person to complain at, being in a bad mood at the best of times. 

he clenched his teeth, fingers curling tighter around the empty soda can in his hand as his gaze briefly flickered to the spirit to his left. it had been following him for about a mile and had. not. stopped. talking. he had chatted the whole time jaehyung was drinking his cola and even now he was talking about something that jaehyung wasn’t even paying any attention to. and his usual method of just ignoring the spirits was not working, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. it was a split second decision to angrily crush the soda can in his hand before chucking it right through the annoying spirit’s head. 

and it was a decision he didn’t really regret, not really, even after the can did indeed go sailing through the annoying spirit and hit some innocent bystander who happened to be walking past at the time. 

in this day and age, what with not villains running around the streets as though they owned the place, it was only natural that you had to watch where you were going. all of a sudden you would witness a robbery, or get dragged into some fight between a hero and a villain like some innocent bystander. except, with his status as a hero sidekick, of course jasper himself wasn’t exactly a bystander, and many people would argue that he was far from innocent.

either way, if you were not careful or maybe just incredibly unlucky you would end up getting assaulted. of course jasper was always mindful of his surroundings, but even he had no way of foreseeing the soda can as it came flying through the air and hit him straight in the back of his head. “what the--?” he let out, at the sudden hit and tried making sense of the situation.

it was easy enough to draw conclusions. a crumbled can bouncing off the asphalt, a bashful looking guy trying to avoid eye contact. the who and what was obvious, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out the why. bending over to pick up the can, he took a few steps back to where he had just come from to come eye to eye (probably more accurately eye to nose with their height difference) with the stranger. “you forgot something,” he said, handing it back. “i’m not that offended you mistook me for a trash can but please get your eyes checked before it happens again.”

#mhjaehyung #c: jaehyung #t: untitled 2

[mhjasper]

our dawn is hotter than day

mhxshik​:

“Your clients and you can do the hula in Sexy Power Rangers Halloween costumes while spoon-feeding each other dollops of melted pepper jack cheese for all I care—just don’t do it around my restaurant. That includes in the back, Jasper.” Seong Shik had no love for the vampiric quirk sidekick, but they tolerated him because he was a good customer—albeit, annoying. Having this conversation was unpleasant and should have been unnecessary, but this was Jasper and wishful thinking wouldn’t change that.

“Besides, we both know one complaint to your hero overseer and you’ll be cleaning my restaurant for a month instead of enjoying what I cook up for you. Don’t get all cocky with me. Capable or not, Shaping Plates is my turf so back off. Take your blood bags elsewhere or I’ll stop letting you come around.”

If Jasper knew Shik well enough, they’d know to take that to heart. Shik’s restaurant was sacred ground as far as the chef was concerned. Either you abided by their rules while on their property or you got a one-way trip out the door with a spatula half out your ass. Jasper might be a reliable paying customer, but Shik was no pushover. Jasper, Shik knew, was dangerous and cunning, but Shik has been around long enough to know how to keep up with troublemakers like this one. They glared at Jasper.

“Have I made myself clear?”

brow arched at shik’s complaint: the way they were voicing it, jasper had great troubles figuring out whether they meant it or not, but the tone of voice they carried clearly betrayed their mood and mind on the matter. “yessir, no hula dancing on your turf, neither front nor back,” he ended up quoting rather sarcastically with a salute and everything to follow. and here he thought they’d appreciate him bringing customers around and going out of his way to recommend their restaurant, but apparently not. brokers were a tough clientele to satisfy he supposed.

annoying as it was, shik was right though. even though jasper had enough information to take down or at least bring bad light upon most of the hero business, a punishment was not the same as getting fired, and jasper was definitely not above that as it was so obviously seen by his boss’ order of fasting. maybe he had also said something about reading up on addictions and how to treat them. maybe. that part jasper however wasn’t particularly fond of. he would be perfectly capable of stopping himself if he truly cared, that was what he believed at least -- and hey, he hadn’t killed anyone yet.

“you sure you’d want me in here? my cooking sucks and the less being said about the amount of service i’ve ruined in my life trying to wash it the better. i don’t belong in a kitchen. you’re good, you’re very good, but trust me, i’m better in how bad i am. you’d have to close down this place before the week was over.” was he exaggerating? hopefully shik wouldn’t find themself inclined to find out.

#mhxshik #c: shik #t: our dawn is hotter than day

[mhjasper]

mhxabra​:

hyejin lets go of her inhibitions— what remnants she has left. she thinks nothing of the poor unfortunate soul she has abandoned and instead is consumed by a swarm of warm bodies that envelope her scantily clad self. a burden is lifted from her shoulders and it shows in the way she moves. her hips flow freely, little regard toward any eyes on her. she doesn’t know the song but it hardly matters after a few drinks. she hates the thought of sobering up but the appeal of the dancing hive is enough to keep her hooked for now. hyejin can feel him before their eyes meet. the stranger’s hand doesn’t stay lonely for long as she takes it eagerly, guiding it to her hip as her other hand snakes around the nape of his neck. it’s more intimacy than she’s had all night and, with such little effort, has already justified her impulse of ditching her date. she hopes they’re watching. dark, hooded eyes meet his again and she doesn’t bother to ask what he has said. the music is just loud enough for hyejin to drown out her inner discourse. she can let their bodies do the talking instead.

pulled straight into an intimacy that wouldn’t really be expected as much of korean women as it would of american jasper couldn’t say that he disliked the act. the fine hair on his nape stood on end with the touch and a smile appeared on his face not warm per se, but not cold, not uncomfortable and rejecting either. it was debatable whether he was a good dancer, especially in a country with such high regards for performing arts, but he was never the type to freeze up, and he at least knew how to feel the beat. beside, the would-be vampire had a very educated guess that what this woman looked for wasn’t someone who could kill it on the dance floor, but rather someone who could provide company and keep up with her pace. standing face to face with the stranger, jasper let the hand that hadn’t been directed by his dance partner already take action to run towards her back, pulling her even closer. Whether it was her natural scent or a perfume, a nice smell filled his nostrils. part of him was hoping that it was indeed a perfume and not him assessing her natural charms by impulse.

#mhxabra #c: hyejin #t: untitled #chefs kiss