#gets all red like a clown and shi

[mairyplace]

gou would be like one of those guys that starts shaking as soon as it hits 79°F . goofy lil guy.

#gets all red like a clown and shi #he just would #me projecting myself onto gou? NOOOO NEVERRRR #anyways take these while we patiently wait for friday #anipoke #pokemon journeys #satogou #ash ketchum #gou #goh #horace #my art #it’s getting cold 😔

[whiteteadreams]

Closer

Pairing: Circus Clown! Hobi x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.7

Genre: Smut, Porn with a little bit of plot

Warnings: clown fucking, smut, clowns..., cursing, reader is dressed like a doll, cursing/mature language, not proofread

Smut Warnings: clown fucking...clowns, shoe humping, bondage, pet names (baby, doll, sweetheart, babe, dolly), degradation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (don't), um crotch sniffing?, dom hobi/sub reader, sweat kink/licking, cum play, crying during sex, slight dollification, lmk if i missed anything

a/n- hello. yes, the requests that are sitting in my drafts are still coming. they will be out within the next month (80 years), but for now, we will all enjoy clown hobi.

While everyone else shied away from his smile and tricks, you couldn't help but step closer and closer to the stage. His presence alone was enough to reel you in, but that off puttingly delightful smile made the space in between your legs throb. How pathetic you were. But you ignored your conscious and lustful thoughts and gave all of your attention to the man in front of you.

He seemed to catch onto your glances and when it was time for a volunteer, his sight was set on you.

"Now! I need a volunteer! However, I'd be disappointed if I weren't able to choose the pretty little doll who's been staring at me all night." Your cheeks felt hot, they matched the red circles you painted on to complete your doll look.

Your friend nudged you and laughed, "Well, you don't want to leave him waiting right?" She pushed you closer to the stairs of the stage where he was waiting for you with an open palm.

"So you like my costume?" You whispered up at him, allowing him to help you up on the stage by your hand.

Shaking his head and chuckling, he smiled. "Yeah, do you like mine?" In this second, he dropped the creepy clown persona, showing him as a true person. But his clown smile returned once you nodded your head sheepishly.

"I'm glad you like it, Doll." Pulling you lightly to the middle of the stage, you felt the lights shine down on you in exposing heat.

"Since I have my pretty little doll to test all my tricks on, we're going to start with just a card trick for now. Nothing too hard."

You followed his instructions, allowing him to pull coins out from behind your ears and unveiling cards from your bra strap on your shoulder.

The lights, the smile he was giving you, and the whispers from the parents in the crowd. You were embarrassed, but with his fleeting touches, you didn't care.

The show didn't last for much longer, and you wish it hadn't. However, the clown could seemingly read your mind. "Don't worry Baby, I still have to clean you up in my dressing room."

Gasping at the touch of his lips against your ear, you looked at him while he walked away to greet the children and their parents that cheered him on. Dumbly, you stayed on the stage, waiting for him, that was until your best friend threw a piece of her popcorn at you, snapping you out of your daze.

"Hey! Let's go! Jeongyeon and Sana still want to see more stuff!" Shun to silence, you nodded and walked down the stairs with wobbly knees.

Momo looked at you and smirked, "He wants you."

"You think so?"

"Bitch, it's so obvious. Oh, Jeongyeon and Sana are waiting with the other girls, let's go!"

Looking back at your clown, you saw that he was already looking at you. He smiled and winked before posing with group of kids for a picture.

"I think I want him too…"

"Oh, yeah, that was obvious too. Go get him! How many times are you gonna get to fuck a hot clown? We'll live without you for a night, but only a night. I will be calling you in two hours and if you don't answer, I have your location." Momo turned serious, glaring at the happy clown who was still messing around with the crowd, this time he was shuffling his deck of cards fancily.

He had nice hands.

You wanted them in you.

You wanted him in you.

"Yeah, I'll catch you later Momo, you guys be safe too." Distracted by him, you brushed off Momo, ignoring her cackling at your behavior, and started walking back into the crowd.

Making your way to the front, you saw the clown looking down at the cards in his hand.

"Is there any trick you'd like to see me do again?" He sensed someone walking up to him but only looked up when he heard you speak.

"Maybe the one where you took the card out of my bra strap? I am still beside myself on how you did that!"

"My pretty doll! You came back! Once I saw you walking away with your friend, I was a bit worried you wouldn't come back." He tossed the deck of cards around, managing to catch every single one. It was impressive, but you were just watching his pretty hands.

"So…if I'm your doll, are you my clown?" Cringing internally, when the words came out of your mouth, you watched his reaction. His cheeks that were hidden by large red circles were covered in natural blush, the red his body created overflowing from behind the makeup.

"I mean, it would only be fair. Does my doll have a name?" Looking down at the cards in his hands, he avoided eye contact.

"Yeah." Telling him your name, you asked for his in return.

"Hoseok, is mine…but you can't go telling the kids that…to them I'm Hopey the Hopeful Clown." Laughing at himself, or more so his stage name, his eyes finally met yours again. "You were a very good volunteer up there…"

"Well, I was more so volun-told but thank you, it was fun!"

The two of you shared a laugh and smiled at each other. But you were interrupted by someone yelling at Hoseok, or Hopey in this case.

"Hey! Hopey! Last act is up, get back here!" A man dressed in a jester outfit appeared and called out to Hoseok.

"Well, I guess you have to go…" You looked behind you at the guy who had yelled but you watched him walk away.

"But that doesn't mean you can't come with me." He grinned at you. "He was the act before me and he's going home, and in a couple seconds the last act will be out." And a couple seconds passed and Hoseok pointed at the stage and that said last act appeared.

"Not sure what to say…a handsome clown asked me to go with him." Throwing his head back, he barked out a laugh.

"I can assume your worry, but I'll only hurt you if you beg for it." His words were hushed and right against your ear.

All you did was nod and give him your hand, allowing him to pull you behind the stage, into the dark.

Once you were alone, you felt Hoseok press you against the wall, hips flush together. "We're gonna have fun, aren't we?" He grabbed your face with one hand and forced your lips together, but it wasn't truly forceful as you didn't do anything to stop it and you knew you never would.

"Now, let's see what my pretty little doll is hiding under her dress." He played with the strings that held the baby doll style dress together in the back. Hoseok took one end and pulled it, then he went to the next one, and then the next, slowly, tauntingly revealing you to his eyes. "Such a pretty dolly. I knew I was onto something when I called you up to be my helper, doing exactly what I ask."

Your dress fell to the ground and next was your bra. "Gorgeous tits." He squeezed your mounds before kneeling in front of you. His eyes shone, a beautiful brown that made you never want to close your eyes again as they would hide him from you. His fingers danced up your thighs, meeting your hips before pulling your panties down. They reached your ankles and those eyes met yours again.

"Step out of these for me, please?" Of course you listened. "My good girl."

He began his journey back up your body, refusing to miss a single spot. He kissed every inch of your body before he reached your lips again. You whimpered quietly.

"Ah, baby, you're gonna have to tell me what you want." His breath was warm against your ear, a nice contrast to the chilled air nipping at your exposed skin.

"I want you to fuck me." Hoseok laughed at your shivers, he could feel your pebbled nipples through his shirt, but instead of the cold, he figured that was because of him.

"But baby, you know I'm a big mean scary clown. If I fuck you, I'm gonna have a little fun while I do it." His words went through one ear and straight out the other, you just rapidly nodded your head, doing anything at this point so he would touch you.

Hoseok left you standing against the wall for one second. He went back to his station and grabbed the never-ending fabric he had pulled out of his mouth during his show.

"Are you gonna let this big mean scary clown tie your arms behind your back?" With the way he was speaking to you mixed with the sinister smile that decorated his lips, the right thing to do would be to decline.

Nodding your head in consent, you allowed him to move your body the way he wanted. Pulling your arms behind your back, he wrapped the fabric around your elbows and all the way to your wrists, granting you absolutely no freedom in movement of your arms.

"Now, my silly little doll, I can smell your cunt from up here and my, it's wet. But I need you absolutely dripping before I'm going to stick my cock anywhere near your loose, slutty hole, okay?" Afraid to say the wrong thing, you just nodded and let him continue. "So, what you're gonna do is get on your knees, and hump that pussy against my shoe, okay?"

His language and tone made you feel stupid. It was like he had to dumb down what he was saying for you to understand it. Nevertheless, you followed his instructions.

Sinking to your knees, feeling the dirt below you, you moved closer to the giant shoe he had stepped forward.

Lowering your cunt down on the leather, you looked up at him, waiting for direction of any kind. But all you were offered was that same sickeningly sweet smile. Rutting your hips forward, you started doing what he had asked. It hurt more that it felt good, the laces of the shoe rubbed your clit raw and the slick leather didn't offer enough to get off with, however, you continued, because Hoseok still hadn't told you to stop.

Looking down at your movements, to see if you were missing something that could help you, you saw that there wasn't any dry speck on his shoe anymore, all of it has been drenched with you.

Horrified at yourself for being this way, you looked up at him, praying for a distraction from how fucked up you had become in your life. Finally, one of your hopes had been well received. Hoseok unzipped his balloon pants and lowered them and his briefs just enough for his cock to pop out. A shining bead of precum was leaking out of the tip, and you wanted nothing more than to taste him.

With one hand stroking his cock, Hoseok moved his free one behind your head, pushing you to where his balls hung.

"C'mon baby, let me know if they smell good." Forcefully, he pushed your face into his groin. The only thing to breathe in was him. He was sweaty, musty, and salty and you couldn't do anything but keep humping against his shoe like a bitch in heat. Your head was all foggy, you needed something more. You needed him.

“Please, please touch me.” Your voice was muffled from his cock. But he still heard you, and he was going to make you say it again. Gathering your hair in a makeshift ponytail, he yanked your head back.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Hoseok laughed, manically, at your suffering. And now, your pain as tears started to run down your cheeks from him fisting your hair.

“Please touch me. I need you.” Voice choked back from the tears that clogged your throat you forced out the words, pleading for him to do more.

Hoseok lifted up his shoe and lightly kicked your cunt. You yelped at the contact but followed it with a moan. Laughing again at you, Hoseok gripped your arms and picked you up.

Trying to steady yourself from the change in altitude and recent blocked airways, you weren't able to as your arms were still locked against your back. You had to trust Hoseok to not let you fall, but he held your body tightly to his chest along with having you pressed against the brick wall.

The tears still haven't stopped but you didn't know if you were scared now or from the lack of cumming, you assumed the second.

"I must be the luckiest clown in the world. Such a pretty little doll, getting wet over me performing. My, you're a mess aren't you? Drooling all over yourself, dripping onto the ground…how rude would it be for me to leave you here in your own mess?"

Shaking your head, terrified of him leaving you like this. "I'll do anything, please just touch me!"

"Nah, I wouldn't do that, you're too pretty and, I saw Jin, the mime, looking at you too. I couldn't let him touch you…you're mine." Dipping his head lower, to your chest, his lips against your nipples, he whispered, "My pretty little doll."

Wrapping his lips against your pebbled nipples, he kissed, sucked, and bit them. Every time you made a noise, he'd do it harder. He'd suck harder or bite harder.

Jerking your hips up, he switched to the other side. Looking down at him, you saw the mix of red lipstick and spit that covered your once clean skin.

"Come on, Hoseok, please. Just fuck me, we can do all this another time." You were desperate, delirious even, too wrapped up in the bubble Hoseok had formed around the two of you.

"Well, if there's gonna be a next time, I suppose I'll just savoir you then. As of right now, you've been my good girl, I'll give you what you want."

You felt Hoseok's hands wrap around the back of your thighs, gripping the flesh and hoisting you up and into the air.

Feeling his cock brush against your dripping cunt, you gasped at the connection. "Alrighty babe, you're gonna take me so well, I just know it."

Hoseok moved all your weight onto one arm and used his free hand to grab his cock and line him up with your waiting, wanton hole.

With one fluid thrust, he was buried to the hilt. Your eyes flew open, wide in pleasure as your head was thrown back.

"Move, please!"

Instead of saying something, teasing you, he listened. Immediately thrusting in and out of your cunt, he smiled at you.

Moan after moan poured after your mouth.

"Doll, you know there's a show going on. You'd hate to ruin it with your beautiful sounds, right?" He didn't wait for your response. Instead, he slipped two of those beautiful fingers between your parted lips. You closed them around his digits and sucked with the occasional nibble to his finger nails.

"You're being so good for me. After this, we're gonna go out, and I'll bring back the makeup if you get this wet every time."

Smiling around his fingers, you closed your eyes in pleasure. You could feel his dick throb against your walls, and with that extra feeling plus the constant taps against your g-spot, you were close.

You tried to tell him, but his fingers made it difficult. But it was too late anyways, the bubble inside you bursted suddenly and liquid rushed out of you, soaking Hoseok's cock. Your walls throbbed and constricted around him.

Moaning around his fingers, he groaned out loud, before pulling out and shoving you to your knees.

Rapidly jerking off in front of your face, he moaned before cumming onto your painted cheeks. Breathing heavy, he bent down to your level before running his fingers through the stripes of cum he left. Hoseok lightly rubbed it in, mixing it with the makeup.

"Now, my doll is perfect, but I suppose she was perfect before this." You smiled at him despite the stickiness in your face.

"Let's get you cleaned up, there's a bathroom in the information center for employees only and as my assistant, I think I can make an exception."

#jhope smut #female reader #kpop #x reader #smut #bts #bts smut #jhope #bts jhope #bts jhope smut #shabanging with clowns #clown hobi #halloween #halloween fic #halloween smut #spooky smut

[drpoisonoaky]

A good psychologist is hard to find especially when you’re a bat-something. So go to Ivy’s house and pay a visit to the best therapist in Gotham: Harley Quinn {Part 2}

---------[Jason Todd] Jason [Entering through the window]: I need the clown NOW, where the fuck is she? Ivy: Jesus christ we have a door and you don’t need to shout. She’s literally the only one here that’s not green it’s not hard to spot her.  Ivy: But she’s in the bathroom so, wait five minutes. Jason: She said I should count before I hit someone but I swear every time I see the fucking bat ears- Ivy: Believe me, I’m not the best individual to ask for advice if you don’t want to murdering a rich guy, so maybe you should wait for her. Jason: -I stop knowing how to count- Ivy: Dude, five minutes. She’s the one who knows what to do with that info. Jason: -when I reach 5 I already murder him 10 times Ivy:  Jason: and each time in a different way Ivy: Jason: So I end up yelling to everyon- Harley: Jeez Pam-a-lamb your veggies know how to make a gal shi- Harley: Oh hiya Jason! Ivy: FINALLY do something with him ---------[Cassandra Cain] Cass: Ivy: Harley is getting some groceries. Cass: No problem, I’ll wait. Ivy:  Cass: Ivy:  Cass: Ivy: Harley: Red I'm home.  Cass: Ivy: Harley: Oh Cass hello there. Let me put this in the kitchen quickly and we can start. Cass: Sure. Ivy: Cass: Ivy: I like you kiddo. ---------[Stephanie brown] Steph: And she was lookin’ at me like that while we were on the rooftop but then she said “you’re my best friend” and I was like YOU CANNOT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT AND SAY BESTIES Harley: Maybe being your best friend is everything to her. Steph: I mean yeah but how do I tell her “I love being your best friend but I actually want to be your girlfriend”  Harley: Maybe like that. Steph: Oh. Harley: Yep. Steph: You know after giving birth, being killed by my own father and becoming part of the batfamily I like to think that I can handle almost anything with 0 issues but I guess I'm human after all. Steph: So I'm gonna do that. Harley: Wait wait wait. Harley: Let me be unprofessional for a sec. [Harley takes of her fake glasses] Harley: FRICKING FRUCKING DUCKS YOU DID WHAT AND DIE WHEN  Step: oh shit I know I forgot to tell ya somethin’ Harley: YOU THINK?! Harley: OH MY FUCKING GOD IVY MAKE HOT CHOCOLATE AND BRING BLANKETS

#poison ivy #harlivy #harley quinn #incorrect quotes #jason todd #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #oracle #batgirls #batgirl #orphan #red hood #spoiler batman #batman #robin #batfamily #batfam

[sommerflue-22]

Haunted House | Obanai Iguro x f!Reader

Featuring: Obanai Iguro, Shinobu Kocho, Suma, Tengen Uzui

Content Warning: f!reader, modern setting, university au, cursing

Word Count: 2.7k

A/n: For reference, here's how I picture Obanai in this fic

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It was hard to put on a brave face in front of your friends while standing just in front of the Haunted House. You could hardly open your eyes while watching some mediocre horror films that weren't even terrifying. What chance do you have of surviving a Haunted House?

"Come on, (Y/N). You said that you would do it." Shinobu nudged, pushing you to go inside. "We even paid for your ticket!"

"You didn't say it's a haunted house!" You protested.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). You can just run through the whole thing, keep your eyes on the ground and follow the trail." Suma encouraged. "Plus, I heard Tengen managed to persuade that one senior you like to participate."

Your eyes widened and shushed Suma, not wanting anyone else to know that you're there for a certain someone.

It all started when your two best friends had had enough of your endless sighing when you saw Obanai Iguro, your awkward, 'allergic to women' senior. Even after graduating a year ago, he continued to study for his Master's degree at the same university. Shinobu and Suma realized it wasn't easy for you to talk to Obanai because of his difficult demeanor and the lack of opportunities for you to approach him. Though, they really wanted you to give it a chance and make a move. Hence their suggestion for you to approach him in the university festival. If it turns out that Obanai breaks your heart, they will be right there to support you. If things went well, you owe them dinner at your favorite all-you-can-eat sukiyaki joint.

You couldn't remember what made you agree to their idea, but you ended up following them to the university festival. You prepared yourself to say a few words to Obanai, perhaps in the pop-up restaurant made by the Culinary Art students. But no, you'll (hopefully) come across Obanai in the Drama Club's Haunted House.

"It's just a fake Haunted House." Shinobu rolled her eyes. "Come on, hurry up."

"Is he even in there?" You asked, giving your best puppy eyes to your friends, hoping that they'll forget this idea and you all could go get some ice cream.

"I told you, Tengen said he's in there! Your soon-to-be-boyfriend is in there!" Suma groaned, "Just go! If it turns out you can't find Iguro, or if he breaks your heart, Shinobu will pay for our sukiyaki fiesta."

"What the hell?"

"Shush, Shi-chan. (Y/N) needs some motivation to go in." Suma quickly grabbed your shoulder and pushed you into the haunted house, "Off you go!"

"HEY, WAIT I'M NOT READY—"

It was too late. The person in charge of directing visitors inside has already shut the door. You were surrounded by darkness, with only a faint red LED light on the floor to guide you. You kept your gaze fixed on the ground until your eyes adjusted to the darkness. After a minute, you could recognize your surroundings. A worn-out white cloth hung from the ceiling, as well as properties such as a rocking chair (that moves on its own), a baby carriage, and other items. You weren't sure about the haunted house's concept. It didn't matter because you were only trying to make it to the exit.

You followed the red LED lights, your hands covering your ears and your gaze fixed on the floor. You took a few steps forward and were startled to see a hideous mask on the floor next to your foot.

"Fuck my life," you bit your fist to suppress your scream. You're not going to scream over some ugly mask.

"Breathe, breathe, breathe…" you tried to calm yourself down for a little bit before resuming your journey.

After being shocked by what seemed to be a robot, dressed as a clown, you finally decided to distract yourself by singing.

"I know you guys are hiding somewhere but please don't judge my singing voice!" You yelled, took a deep breath, and started singing at the top of your lungs. "Is this the real life... is this just fantasy... Caught in a landslide, no escape—AH FUCK DON'T COME AT ME!"

The clown, that you thought was a robot, was in fact a man… and he left his place to come after you.

"NO NO NO, GET AWAY!" You backed away from the clown, who had a very scary makeup on. Too scared to actually process what you're doing, you took off one of your shoes and throw it at the clown, making him yelp in pain.

"No escape from reality—OI, NO I TOLD YOU TO GET AWAY!" You took another step back as the clown took two step forwards.

Whoever the clown was, he surely was having a great time because the next thing you knew, he walked faster towards you in such an odd and cryptic way.

You screamed and ran for your dear life, pushing your way through the properties and knocking things over. You could feel and see other people, posing as ghosts, attempting to grab your hand or shoulder. Yet you were terrified, shoving them away as you ran around the auditorium, shouting.

You came to a halt when you were faced with a dead end.

"No, no it can't be!" You touched the wall in front of you, "No! I can't go back! Please let me out!"

You froze as you heard footsteps behind you, coming closer slowly. You pressed your hands harder to your ear and crouched, closing your eyes shut.

"Please, no more, please. Please don't do anything to me…"

"Oi, woman." Whoever that person was kneeled next to you, "Oi."

You opened one of your eyes slightly and saw a silhouette of a man with his hair tied back. He wasn't dressed up in a scary costume; he was wearing a white button-up shirt and dark-colored slacks. You decided it was safe to put your trust in this guy, so you opened another eye and glanced up…

…only to be met with a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

At any other time, you would probably start to blush and stutter. However you're too far gone, so afraid of your surrounding. So you did the only thing you could think of: reach out for his arms.

"I'm sorry." You whisper-yelled. "I'm so sorry, I need help standing. Please help me. I'm scared. Please—"

"Stop saying sorry, I'm here to help you." He hissed and pulled you up. "You didn't trip, did you?"

"No. I'm sorry, senpai—"

"Shush." Obanai grabbed your elbow and leading you back to the right path. "How could a coward like you enter this goddamn room alone?"

"My friends kinda dared me… t-to do it…"

He tutted, annoyed. "And you actually do it?"

You nodded. With Obanai's grip on your elbow, your fear dissipated and changed into nervousness. Suma was right, he was in the Haunted House. It looked like he was one of the 'security' that helped people out.

"I-Iguro… san?" You called out.

"Hmm?"

You actually didn't know what to say, you only wanted to say his name. But you couldn't possibly leave him hanging, it would be awkward.

"T-thank you... for saving me..."

Obanai stole a glance at you, how you were shaking and fear, afraid of your surrounding. His eyes then shifted to his hand, which was still holding your elbow as you two walk through the path.

"It's my job." Obanai let his grip fell, ignoring your small whimper of fear. "You're the only person I have to save today, so far."

"Oh... I'm sorry..."

"Hmm..."

You walked silently behind Obanai, wanting to grip his shirt but not wanting him to despise you. He might have already despised you back then. As far as you know, he never wanted to deal with any girls. He certainly didn't want to have to rescue you from the haunted house.

"You called me senpai."

"Huh?"

"Back then, you called me senpai didn't you?" Obanai asked.

"Oh, yeah... I'm majoring in Chemistry." You answered timidly, not knowing where this conversation was going.

"Hmm..."

Your gaze was drawn to the large red exit sign at the end of the path, and you let go of the breath you'd been holding. Finally, this torment was coming to an end. You couldn't wait to meet Shinobu and Suma outside, even if it meant having to part with Obanai. Overall, it was a horrible idea; Obanai would never consider you as a suitable partner. Maybe he just doesn't like girls? Maybe he's into one of his friends, like Shinazugawa or that gloomy Tomioka? Whoever it was, you knew your chances of being with Obanai were nonexistent.

A few steps away from the exit, you opened your mouth to say thank you once again...

...but instead, you let out a loud scream as someone got a grip on your ankle.

"What the fuck—"

It all happened so quickly. You slipped and crashed on Obanai's back, startling him and causing him to grab your shoulder and shove you away.

You opened your eyes and the next thing you know, you saw familiar figures hovering above you.

"Hey, thanks to your screaming, people are queueing for our Haunted House!" A bulky man with white hair grinned from ear to ear.

"Tengen-san!" Suma pushed him away and turned to you. "(Y/N)-chan! Are you alright? Is your head okay?"

"Suma..." You whimpered and propped yourself up but something's weighing down your torso.

"Iguro, that's enough. Let the poor girl up." Tengen boomed.

You looked down and noticed Obanai had fallen on top of you. His head was on top of your stomach, tilted to one side, but you realized how red his face was.

"Senpai?" You called out.

He snapped out of his own thoughts and quickly stood up, dusting off his pants as he did so. Obanai stared down at you before quietly walking away.

"You're not even going to help her up?" Shinobu sneered.

Obanai stopped right on his track.

"What's with your 'allergic to girls' bullshit, huh?"

"Shinobu, it's alright, I'm fine." You got on your feet, helped by Suma, and held on Shinobu's arm. "Come on let's go, okay?"

"No, (Y/N), I'm gonna rip off that goddamn mask from his face!"

"Shi-chan, let's just drop this okay? (Y/N) probably needs food, she's still shaking." Suma added, totally worried. Shinobu might seemed calm on the outside, but both you and Suma knew she was in rage.

Shinobu stayed where she stood, but her eyes bore into Obanai's. She lifted a finger and pointed at him. "I will not let you get close to (Y/N) ever again."

Without waiting for Obanai's response, Shinobu tugged yours and Suma's elbows, dragging you away from the Haunted House. You looked over your shoulder and grimaced when you noticed Obanai just froze. His eyes were on the ground, hands balled up in a fist.

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It's been a month since the Haunted House incident. Shinobu apologized for what she had said, but she stood by it. Despite Obanai's 'female allergy,' he should have helped you up. You admitted she had a valid argument.

"It's fine," you said. "Makes it easier for me to forget him."

That's not true at all. Even after a month, you still caught yourself staring at him whenever you saw him from afar. In the library, in the cafeteria, across the campus' quad, even in a crowded diner near your campus. Obanai was everywhere. Most of the time you stole a glance towards him when Shinobu wasn't looking. It was hard not to, you've been crushing on your senior for more than a year now.

You sat in your classes, randomly thinking if Obanai found the topic you're currently learning as difficult. You examined your professor and wondered if Obanai hated him. It's even harder for you to forget him since you're majoring the same thing as him.

You stared at the paper in your hand, then at the door in front of you. Your professor had crossed one of your answer, even when you got the right answer. You've checked with your classmates. Thinking it was a mistake, you decided to ask the professor about it.

You knocked on his door and waited. No answer. You knocked again. Still no answer. Just when you're about to knock for the third time, the door opened.

"Hi, Professor, I was wondering if I could talk to... you?"

A pair of heterochromatic eyes stared down at you, mouth covered with a mask.

"Huh." Obanai opened the door a bit wider. "He's not here at the moment."

"I see... Well, then... I'll come back tomorrow." You nodded your head and turned on your heels.

"Wait."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Is that your quiz from last week?" Obanai asked, to which you nodded. "Come in."

You followed him in and closed the door. Your professor's office was quite spacious and organized. Tons of books in his bookcase, files and papers on his desk, and Obanai who, for whatever reason, was in there, leaning against the professor's desk. He held out his hand, motioning for you to give him your paper. You gave it to him, standing a few steps away from Obanai.

"Are you the Teaching Assistant?" You asked.

"Yes. I graded yours and your classmates' answers."

"Okay."

The room grew silent, and you took advantage of the opportunity to take a look at him up close. Obanai was just a couple of inches taller than you. He's dressed in his typical black and white striped shirt and has his hair done back in a ponytail. You remembered how he used to let it fall on his shoulder. You loved seeing his hair like that. To be able to see him there in front of your eyes, bathed in sunlight from the window…

Obanai has never appeared more ethereal.

"I made a mistake, didn't I?" He asked, out of the blue. You were caught off guard.

"Uh... yeah, it's that... that one, number eight. I got the right answer, yet you still crossed it."

Obanai took a pen from his pocket and scribbled on your paper. You waited for him to finish. He probably caught you staring, but you didn't really care. Just because you didn't have any chance to be with him, didn't mean you're not allowed to appreciate his beauty, right?

Obanai folded your paper in half and handed it back to you. "I apologize."

You grabbed the paper and waved your hand. "No, it's fine. It's a small mistake."

"I mean for the other day."

"Huh?"

"Back in the Haunted House."

"Ah..." You could feel your cheeks turned crimson. "It doesn't matter, senpai. I'm sorry for the inconvenience and for what my friend said."

Obanai didn't say anything, he just stared at you and nodded slowly.

"Well, then," you cleared your throat, "I better get going."

"Yeah."

He walked you back to the door, something that he didn't really need to do since it was only a few steps away. Obanai opened the door for you and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

"Thanks again, senpai." You cracked a small smile.

Obanai nodded. "Check again if I crossed any of your right answers."

"Oh, I believe that was the only answer you crossed." You unfolded the paper. "I checked all of them and..."

"Mhmm?"

You were at loss of words. There were a scribble at the end of your paper, something that wasn't there before.

i'm sorry fancy some dinner to make up for it? Text me: 003-XXXX-XXXX

"S-senpai?"

"Don't... call me that." Obanai looked away, a tint of pink was visible on his pale cheek.

"...Obanai-san?"

He sighed. "You're not supposed to read it here."

"I'm sorry." You chuckled, not really prepared to witness your senior being flustered because of you.

"So?" Obanai asked. "Your answer?"

"S-sure." You gave him a thumbs up. It was an awkward move but you just got asked out by your crush for a dinner.

"Text me your address. I'll pick you up at seven." Obanai stepped back and closed the door, a little bit too hard.

You froze in your place, clutching your quiz paper on your chest. Your mind went fuzzy, couldn't comprehend what happened just yet.

"Dinner... at seven... okay..."

You walked away, looking at the scribble Obanai left on your paper. A little squeal slipped past through your lips as you walked faster, eager to reach your dorm and get ready for dinner.

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[jxn-blogs]

Impurity!Nikolai x Exorcist!reader

Author's notes: sorry if this is kind of bad or something- my grammar isn't that great ngl

!!Warnings!!: Maybe dark content, mentions of gore, rusty ass carnival, honk honk, mentions of describing a figure's body I guess if someone thinks it's weird.

Words: 634 (I should say it's short)

(reader is gender neutral btw!!)

There was heavy footsteps. You were breathing heavily as you ran away from the impurity. It felt so horrifying especially when its your first mission. All you could hear is just your heartbeat and your footsteps. This world is pure gloom. The red skies and the ruined cities. The place where no one lives in.

As you continued running for your life, you spotted a carnival. You knew that there is no one inside that particular carnival but it looks lively than the others so you decided to take protection from there. Most of your comrades got eaten, the impurities ripping every single body part of them slowly. You could still hear the bloody screams from them although they were long gone. You still have some talismans so you decided to save them for later as you decided to investigate the carnival.

Most of the rides were broken and rusty, you could smell a strong smell of rotting corpses. It smells repulsive. You could start vomiting at this point but you held back. You saw a black colored splatter on a high striker. you took a great look at it, you immediately knew that it wasn't just a black splatter. You knew there would be an impurity here. You took a look around again. Seeing a circus tent. You decided to enter it.

The circus tent was dark and empty. Just like other places you have ever visited. You were looking around and saw a figure standing in the middle of the tent. The spotlight turns on, showing what the figure is. Your eyes widen, it was an impurity. You could hear cackling from the figure then it stares at you. The figure was a man, he has braided white hair and has clown makeup. You assumed that he might be the one who controls the high striker based of this figure and attire. He doesnt have any upper attire except for some straps. Showing his toned and muscular body. He wears monotone striped pants and he has a mallet on his arms. A large one at that.

"Aha! A visitor! Its been years since someone visited my circus!! Hehe now lets get on iwth my show, you may sit down my honorable guest!"

The man spoke. He has quite a voice that sounds like hes a ringmaster. A charismatic voice. You decided to sit down just like what he ordered. And you watched as he started peforming tricks.

You were quite enjoying his tricks, forgetting that he is your target. It feels like he isn't harmless at all. As the tricks he peformed started turning more violent each time.

"Are you enjoying the show? Now then, let me invite you to by subject for my next trick!!"

He took out a rope and swung it, throwing it at you as it goes to your waist. He smirked as he pulled the rope thats now at your waist, causing you to be pulled to him. He chuckled as he undo the rope from you and lets you stand on the spotlight.

"Now then, for my next trick."

He took out his mallet, you snapped out and remembered that he is an impurity and not a friendly monster. You tried to get away but you realized he chained you up.

"I appreciate that you enjoyed my tricks, but too bad i was trying to hold my hunger. You look so delicate when i saw you investigating my favorite carnival game machine. My heart felt like i just want to eat your soft... tender... flesh.. now its time for my meal, hope you have a great night."

After those words, all the thing you remembered was nothing. Your vision turns pitch black. He knocked you out. The last thing you hear is hysterical laughter.

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[heleneplays]

Midnight Mourning

Me??? Back at it again with my clownery & posting @ 5 am???? More likely than you think!!!!!!

Anyways, once again is María x Helene because these two own me and my heart and my soul (・∀・)/♡

———

María woke up, noticing something was off.

A familiar weight was nowhere to be found. Helene was not wrapped up around her, as is what she usually woke up to these days.

She's... concerned. Where was she? In this time of the night?

Getting up from the warmth of their bed, she pads to the kitchen where Helene's back was the only thing she could see from the soft nightlight bouncing off the nearby sconce.

Her head was bowed over the table, a soft and sad whimper escaping her mouth.

...

Helene was crying?

María's face twisted into a grimace. She wondered why her beloved would be... sad, given the hours long celebration they just had. She was still sore in places, and she's definitely feeling the brunette's little bites on her thighs.

Was Helene regretting her love? Did she want to break up?? Is she hurt??? WHY THE HELL IS SHE CRYING?????

Before the redhead could further castrophisize, Helene hiccups, and drinks from a nearby glass of water.

"Helene? Are... Are you crying?"

María cringes, because yes, she already established Helene was definitely crying.

Helene freezes, and slowly turns to her. Her eyes are red rimmed and tear tracks line her face.

"M'ía? Sorry I, I was just—"

Helene wipes her eyes, and takes a deep breath.

"Crying."

She finished lamely, embarassed and a little conscious at getting caught. Not truly though, her emotions are just raw at the moment.

María steps closer to Helene, standing directly in front of her. The brunette takes her hands, and invites her to perch on the table so she can put her face on her lap.

"Why were you crying? Are... are you sad?"

"A bit. I'm just..." Helene looks like she's struggling to express what she wants to say. "Today was a lot?" She offers instead.

"Are you regretting asking me—"

"NO! No regrets, María, I love you so fucking much and I am literally dying with joy you accepted—"

Helene squeezes her hands, and María removes them to cup her face.

"Then...?"

"I just have a lot of emotions inside a box that's bursting, and midnight tends to be my peak mourning hours. You know, like that night before our project presentation."

María searches Helene's face for any signs of deceit. She relaxes after finding none.

"Hm. Fine, I suppose you're my little crybaby like that."

Helene lifts a corner of her mouth.

"...But I don't think that's all there is to it."

Helene pouts, and hugs María's waist. She mumbles against her stomach, and the redhead wiggles so Helene could say it properly.

"What was that?"

"...'said I ate the leftover paella and my tongue hurts."

"...Do you mean the tuna paella I cooked for my breakfast tomorrow and clearly marked mine in the fridge?"

"...Perhaps."

A moment of silence.

Then:

María pinches Helene's cheeks, who bawls for mercy.

"Of course it'll hurt your tongue, you clown, I added spices in it!"

"OW OW, I can appreciate spiciness, I like you after all, BUT you're just straight up eating fire—"

"That was literally why I labelled it in—"

Helene does a 🥺, and María sighs.

"Stop eating my food! You clearly can't handle it!"

"Nuh uh, I'm going to eat your food, and bite you, and there's nothing you can do about it!"

"So you're just going to leave me in bed then, and cry alone???"

María raises her eyebrow. Helene waggles hers in response.

"I can always wake you up and cry all over you if you're able to handle that."

María scoffs irritably. Helene wilts, and quiets down.

"Hey. Look at me."

"Helene."

Helene does a sad face 😔.

"...Please?"

Helene finally looks up, with a 🥺.

"Wake me up next time. You're a mess, but you're MY mess, and I lo... You being sad alone..."

María sighs.

"Just. Wake me up. I won't even tease you."

...

Helene shies and hugs María's middle again. She lets her take her time, which is all Helene really needs.

"Okay, María. Thank you."

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[godisbestfriend4evaeva]

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[selfshipstorm]

so, on the topic of margaret carrington, she's a strange witch.

firstly, she has a familiar. astoria is her closest friend and her main confidant. the girls have been friends since they were children.

secondly, she's over a hundred years old. she has a spell that keeps her from aging or getting sick. she can still be injured or killed through physical harm.

thirdly, thanks to her long lifespan, she's dabbled in a lot of forms of magic.

her magic now tends to lean toward things that help her in her everyday life. in the past she's dabbled with all forms of elemental manipulation she could learn about. in the past she dabbled in hydrokinesis, aerokinesis, geokinesis and pyrokinesis. the latter two are the ones she still practices and the ones she still uses, for combat purposes.

her daily life is the main use of her telekinetic abilities, because sometimes, you're just too lazy to get your remote from the coffee table, but you can wave your hand and it'll jump over to you. she also uses her precognitive abilities, mainly to help her make money through reading people's fortunes.

however, there's a side to margaret you don't want to see. that's the side of her that will raise the dead to fight at her back, eyes glowing red, a panther heeling at her side. that's the margaret who at some point, lost herself, and dabbled in dark arts until she got to a point where she couldn't tell herself from the shadows. until she realized that wasn't who she was, and pulled herself away from that walk of life. until she realized that she had to be better than that. but do not cross her mistakenly thinking that power is gone.

her immortality is conditional. all it protects her from is age and illness, and she can choose to give the blessing up if she wishes to age and die like a human. her immortality was a blessing bestowed upon her by her parents, as was traditional in her mother's family. the blessing extends to her familiar astoria, and allows her to live without ageing as well.

speaking of astoria, she is margaret's famliar. a familiar is a creature bound to a witch to be their companion and aide through their journey. margaret has realized some of the benefits of having a famliar as years have gone by. she can project her mind into astoria's body and essentially experience what she does, which is handy when astoria can turn into a cat. margaret has also realized that as she gains more power, astoria gets stronger as well. astoria has gone from only being able to transform herself into a domesticated black house cat to having the secondary feline form of a panther. i also mentioned a bit more about astoria ( + have a ref for her ! ) here.

margaret is functional at best in aerokinesis and hydrokinesis, however her offensive specialties are pyrokinesis and geokinesis, and she prefers to bend her battlefield to her whims. she's also exceptionally talented at telekinesis and telepathy, as well as possessing precognitive and clairvoyant abilities. she has also got exceptional control over her necromantic and umbrakinetic abilities, although she shies away from using them, believing them monstrous. margaret is also said to have a near magical effect on houseplants around her, causing them to grow rapidly and more abundantly than before.

is this whole thing my own frankenstein amalgamation of s,upern,atural's magic system, tvd's magic system, and some of my own lore? is she essentially just a green magic hippie with a goth flavored bitch switch? iss she insanely overpowered? all yes. but this is my circus, and the clowns dance to my whims.

#wowzie #also i think the term goth flavored bitch switch is the favorite thing ive written ever #🔮 || s/i : margaret #🐈‍⬛ || something familiar #if any of this makes any sense lmk #or ask if you have questions! i will answer them

[tadashiwa]

karasuno boys reacting to you sending nudes for the first time

features: hinata, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, tsukishima, yamaguchi, daichi, sugawara, & asahi

hinata shoyo

he absolutely loses his fucking mind

you innocently texted him "guess what i bought :D" and he obviously asked to see

and there u were. kneeling in front of a mirror. in white lingerie. and its so sheer you might as well be wearing nothing.

it's not hinata's first time seeing you in a position like this, but oh my god you sent him a picture just for him to keep all for himself of you looking like this—

he's painfully hard almost instantly, sitting back against his headboard and pulling his cock out of his shorts

instantly becomes a babbling mess and cant form thoughts

kageyama tobio

you didn't realize that oikawa was eyeing you like a man starved when you and kageyama ran into him

but kageyama sure did

and he wasn't gonna let it go

he didn't blame you, but he was just generally agitated until he dropped you off at home

but when his phone lit up with a text from you as he was brushing his teeth he didn't think twice about it, expecting a simple good night text

but he was met with a picture of you with one of his old jerseys on, the hem of the jersey in his mouth, your bare chest on display for him

kageyama forgot how to breathe

bestie if you dont answer his damn calls

tanaka

you and tanaka had been friends for a while, but you had just recently entered what one would call the "talking" stage

even when you were just friends tanaka never shied away from telling you how attractive he thought you were

and then one night you were feeling yourself, so you thought: fuck it

you texted him asking if he wanted to see this really hot picture you had taken of yourself

obviously he said yes

but what he was Not Expecting was a picture of you holding your tits in the shower, covered in soap bubbles, with your arm covering your nipples

tanaka LOST IT

he lives to serve u

nishinoya

you're sitting on nishinoya's bed as he throws a volleyball up and down at the ceiling

you're complaining about this boy you had been talking to, and nishinoya is trying his hardest not to just tell you how in love he is with you

and

and then

u have the nerve

to say

"and i sent him this really good nude and he literally just sent the thumbs up emoji—"

and then nishinoya is seeing RED

not only did this prick have the pleasure—no—PRIVILEGE—to see you naked, but he didn't even APPRECIATE IT

noya's just joking around when he says "i would NEVER—" and then he starts ranting about how to hype up a girl

but when you say "next time i'll send my nudes to you" and he can't tell if you're joking

but you're CLEARLY not joking when that night you send him a picture of your naked body on display—

he tries to play it cool but hes FREAKING OUT

tsukishima kei

you and tsukishima had been dating for a few weeks

he's clowning you because he thinks you're innocent as hell💔💔

so obviously you've gotta prove otherwise

so you send him a picture of the tattoo in between your tits

he's not even sure if you meant for the picture to be so fucking hot but there you both are and he's looking at your tattoo and he just wants to RUIN YOU—

and he's gotta make sure you know that

tadashi yamaguchi

god bless him

youre gonna actually cause him to drop dead one day

you two had done things with each other before and yamaguchi wasn't a stranger to your body

he obviously still short ciruits every time he as much as thinks about you like that though

one day, when your phone dies, you borrow his phone really quickly

but then a text from tsukishima comes through

"youre paranoid. y/n isnt gonna think u have a thing for thigh highs if u buy them a few pairs for their birthday"

and then u get an Idea.

u ordered a pair of thigh highs that night and poor yams has no idea whats coming

when they come in the mail you put on one of his shirts, the socks, and nothing else

you sit on your calves and bunch up the shirt in your hands and spread your legs juuuust enough for yamaguchi to see how turned on you are

you send him a picture and tadashi literally dies LMAO

he cant even express how bad he needs u

and u dont really grasp it until u see him again

good luck bestie

daichi sawamura

you and daichi had been together for a little over a year

he was away and you hadn't seen him for a while and you needed him

thankfully, the feeling was reciprocated

daichi made this clear when he texted you from his hotel room at 2am LMAO

my boy needs u expeditiously 💔🙏

he asks if you're awake because he wants to hear your voice

when he calls you and you can hear that his voice is a bit strained you know exactly whats going on

"daichi? you're touching yourself aren't you?"

"yeah. yeah, i am, i'm sorry i just need you so bad—" he whines

"don't stop." you state bluntly

and then daichi hears clothes rustling

and then you start moaning and whining and oh my fucking god

when you hang up to go to sleep he texts you thanking you

so you bless him again

rip daichi fr fr

Sugawara Koshi

you and suga were friends

yet you both knew that with how attracted you were to each other it was only a matter of time

and then one night you're both at a party and someone has the genius idea to play truth or dare

you and suga are both a bit tipsy and so obviously you agree

and then someone dares you to let suga give you a hickey

and then you're straddling suga's lap and he's sucking on the sweet spot on your neck and holy shit

he pretends he doesn't hear you whimper over the music and you pretend you don't feel him growing in his pants

eventually you both go home and by this point you're both sobered up

and holy shit is the hickey on your neck is big

you send a picture to suga to show him his work

but you intentionally make sure he can see your bare chest

asahi azumane

this fucking man

has NO IDEA what he does to you

he sends you a mirror selfie at the gym holding up a peace sign because its just a little thing that the both of you do

and his thighs look so. fucking. good.

and so you decide your boyfriend deserves a shot of your glorious thighs right back

so youre wearing one of his shirts and nothing else and lay on your stomach with your ass in the air

and you look so cute

and asahi almost drops dead where he stands from arousal

its what this gorgeous man deserves for living rent free in your head like this

authors note: this was fun :) send me requests!!!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu reader smut #hinata smut #hinata x reader smut #kageyama smut #kageyama x reader smut #tanaka x reader smut #nishinoya #tanaka #hinata #kageyama #tanaka smut #tsukishima smut #tsukishima x reader smut #yamaguchi smut #yamaguchi x reader smut #daichi smut #daichi x reader smut #sugawara smut #sugawara x reader smut #asahi smut #asahi x reader smut #yamaguchi #tsukishima #daichi #sugawara #suga #asahi

[passionesolja]

Y’all not putting respect on Darth Sidious—Dark Lord of the Drip—best fits so I’m here to pay homage.

1. Flaming Hot Cheeto Fit

YALL SLEEPING. My mans killed like 5-6 Jedi then 2 hours later he’s a bloody red robe with ancient sith symbols?? The red signifies all the Jedi blood he stepping in and the sith symbols signify how he’s the head huncho sith who rules now.

2. Bicep gains shirt

He looks miserable wearing this but you know it’s still lowkey swaggy. I dunno what the fuck compelled him to wear this but go off, king. No judgment here.

3. Blue ass robes fit

This is his attempt to make the Jedi think he’s stupid and nonsuspicious. My mans family color is red but he’s out here looking like a clown in the damn Naboo noble gowns. Like this fit is some “Jedi i dunno shi I’m just a politician who’s tryna make some plays” type shit. Notice how he wears the color the Jedi like to make them think he’s cool, when in reality he’s big slime Sheev Palpatine.

4. Killing Jedi in a few hours fit

This drip is underrated. Palpatine knew that morning that by nightfall, the whole Jedi order was about to get stepped on. So he picked the most basic and comfortable fit. If you watch the Lil duel he did with mace, you notice he was cork screw diving with Gucci loafers on. G shit.

5. How Rich ppl dress vs how poor ppl dress fit

This is the embodiment of the “rich don’t dress to show their wealth” meme. Sidious out here dressed raggedy as hell. Like the damn witch from Snow White but bitches still ain’t calling him broke. This like how those billionaires dress but in the Star Wars galaxy. Sidious ain’t flexing for no one because he got nothing else left to prove.

#star wars #sw prequels #sw sequels #original trilogy #sw hc #sw headcanons #sw memes #sith order #sw #darth sidious #sheev palpatine #sheevposting #sw movies #swtcw #sw tcw #sw rots #sw rotj #chancellor palpatine #senator palpatine #emperor palpatine #fashion #fashion icon #swvillains #sith #revenge of the sith #return of the jedi #sw tpm #the phantom menace #sw meta #long post

[lizzielikeborden]

IT

Request: No, just another Halloween fic

Authors Note: I just re-watched this movie for Halloween reasons and wanted to write a fic about it.

Summary: You force JJ to watch it, but, you have more in store for him than just the movie

Warnings: fake blood, scary movies

"I don't think I can finish this movie." JJ held you tighter and bent back into the bed. He was trying to bury himself into the blankets and pillows with you in his arms.

"Oh cmon now, it's not scary at all." You laughed at him as the clown danced on the screen towards the young red haired girl.

"I'm sorry but I don't do freaky ass dolls or nasty ass clowns." JJ flinched every single time Pennywise made any sudden moves on the screen. Those really were his only two rules, other than that JJ was happy to sit and watch scary movies with you anytime. The first time you guys watched the original IT you were laughing and he was terrified.

"You are such a scaredy cat." You put your hands over his as he moved around behind you. He kept groaning and kept trying to roll around. He was just getting more and more spooked the longer the movie was on.

It was Halloween night and the two of you had been watching scary movies, each of you would pick on and off. But you had a holiday prank planned, usually it was JJ who had one. But since this was taking place in your house he was knocked off his game. He knew your house like the back of his hand, but felt bad making any kind of mess. You knew this and put it to your advantage. You planned to make the biggest mess possible in your bathroom.

The movie was getting toward the end where Pennywise got attacked by the Losers Club. JJ was just getting noticeably more nervous, so this was the perfect time to get the prank started.

"Hey honey, I will be right back, I have to use the bathroom." You rolled around to face him, playing with his hair a little, and kissing his cheek you got up as he reluctantly let you go.

Once you got into the bathroom you opened your bottom cabinet to find the vads of fake blood you had made earlier, just like the ones in all scary movies. Yeah you googled a recipe for this. Taking a deep breath in you took the lid off of one and threw the fake blood everywhere. You giggled to yourself because it looked very realistic and throwing it was incredibly exciting. You then began throwing around the other fake blood, smearing it on the walls, getting it on the mirror, and pouring it all over yourself. Shockingly enough JJ didn't question why you were wearing old clothes that he had never seen. Or why you specifically chose this movie knowing damn well he was really gonna hate it.

You put your ear up against the door, and heard JJ cursing and screeching a little. Then you heard the movie pause and footsteps near the door. Quickly, you put the empty containers under the sink in their original places and then sat in the corner between the shower and the wall.

"Babe? Baby? Are you okay? You've been in there for a little bit." You could hear his foot taping and shaking outside the door. "Hey?" He knocked on the door lightly. JJ was getting more and more nervous as you didn't say a word.

He rattled the doorknob and when he noticed it was locked you heard him walk away from the door. A few seconds later he came back and started picking at the lock.

"BABE WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!" The door was only halfway opened as he slammed the door into the wall. The second he saw all the blood he started freaking out. His head was spinning as he ran over to you and began shaking you.

"Hey, hey, what happened? What's wrong? Why are you not moving? Babe?" He kept shaking you, grabbed your limp hand, and then touched your face as your neck went limp and your head fell forward.

Then as he went to touch your face again you quickly put your head up straight and screamed. JJ jumped back, screamed, and fell on the floor.

"Maybe now you won't prank me on my birthday." You stood up off the floor and then tackled JJ.

"Wait. Shit. What? This was- Oh my god. Babe feel my chest look what you just did." He was gobsmacked as he took your hand and placed it on the center of his chest right onto his heart.

"I'm sorry babe, I- well I meant to scare you but not that bad." You brushed hair out of his face and fake blood got on his forehead.

"You are covered in fake blood, and so is everything else." He pointed in every direction he could as you straddled his waist whilst he laid on the ground.

"Well so are you." Before he could react you started smearing the fake blood all over his body.

The two of you wrestled around on the floor and began pinning each other over and over again, JJ was beginning to look like you all covered in the blood. Except now the scene was scarier, hand prints, footprints, and smears were everywhere. The two of you were laughing and rolling around.

"Okay okay I'll let you win because you almost cried at my prank." You put your hands up next to your head as he pinned you down and then flattened himself onto you.

"I did not cry." He pulled himself back up on his elbows and brushed loose hair out of your eyes.

"Uh huh, well we both need cleaned up, and so does my bathroom. Which one do you wanna do first?" You sarcastically asked the question already knowing his answer.

"I say both of us because we would be cleaning the shower at the same time." He leaned down and kissed your lips softly.

"Uh huh alright scaredy cat...."

#jj maybank #jj outer banks #jj x you #jj x reader #jj fanfiction #jj maybank x you #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader

[dangermousie]

So, episode 2.

I think I am peacing out (watch me watch it next week! :P)

There is absolutely nothing wrong with this drama in terms of writing, directing or acting. What it is, is a mismatch between what I wanted and what this is.

Because of the manhwa, I wanted a dark, intense, more gender bent than a pretzel story between a girl pretending to be a male king and her bodyguard who used to pretend to be her maid. What I am getting is not that.

I wanted something with a darker vibe. Sort of like The Crowned Clown but with more romance. This is a lovely fairy tale but I wanted intensity/angst potential of My Country/The Crowned Clown/The Princess’ Man/Chuno, hell even Moon Lovers and this is a perfectly adequate youth sageuk instead.

My expectations are my own fault - the changes to the story were hardly secret (though I didn’t read up on them, they weren’t hidden) and the cast does not really scream dark sageuk either. I mean, I adore Rowoon but he’s not Yeo Jin Goo who’s done a ton of those before he hit puberty let alone Jang Hyuk or Lee Jun Ki or Park Shi Hoo (who is a scumbag of a human being but had ample chops.) But it is what it is, and I want what I want. 

This said, removing all the genderbent aspects is fine (though I long for SKKS where it was a lengthy and angsty as hell arc) and removing a decent chunk of angst is also fine even as I scream at it but why remove both? Why even bother to adapt this particular manhwa then?

Oh well, let’s hope Red Cuff of the Sleeve hits the spot better for me. There hasn’t been a sageuk that really hit the spot for me since My Country in 2019 and that’s a tragedy.

#kdrama #yeonmo #the king's affection #rowoon #park eun bin #it's like i wanted novoland eagle flag and got novoland castle in the sky instead #nothing wrong with the latter but it would be pretty damn jarring you must admit

[monsterlovinghours]

Okay. You asked for robofizz prompts and I think I have something. Character (reader or OC, totally up to you) works at Loo Loo Land as a maintenance worker for the rides and games. Their day is busy as hell because, let’s be honest, shit breaks down a lot there. But, out of the blue, management makes them robofizz’s new mechanic because he killed the last one. This is the first time they’re meeting the deranged clown and things get pretty, you know, when character tries to fix his sparking wires. 👀👀👀👀👀

oh fuck here we go y’all sluts better buckle up

Ducking behind a row of rigged carnival games, you let your work bag fall to the ground as you took a breather, wiping sweat and what looked like engine oil (but could be anything from burnt sugar to cremation ash) off your forehead. Taking a job as a ride mechanic had seemed like a good idea at the time; get into the park for free, discounts on funnel cake, access to all the shows. All you had to do was tighten a few bolts and make sure nobody got electrocuted too severely. 

But here, like the rest of Hell, imps like you were disposable grunt workers and nobody gave two and a half shits if you were overworked or exhausted. Everything was broken or breaking. You were shocked (metaphorically and literally) your first day when you saw that behind the novelty prizes and shiny veneers, the park was just a rat’s nest of rusted metal, sharp edges, and exposed wiring. Mechanics were routinely crushed or mangled or fried, and within a day another had taken their place. So far, you’d managed to avoid the various death traps and make it a solid month, which made you one of the more senior employees. 

Today was especially busy; there was some important fuck and his daughter at the park today, and orders were to keep the place running as smoothly as possible, though “smooth” was a relative term. It had seen you running like a maniac from one end of the park to the other, your uniform shirt coming untucked from your grease-stained pants as you jogged from one disaster to the next. Predictably, as soon as you had a second to take a breath, your phone went off, the splintering chitter of its message alert drilling into your ears. 

Another mechanic was down, this one working to repair one of the main acts. You groaned, big machines you were fine with, but intricate wiring and robotics? Not your strong suit. And this was the top-billed show, the most loved (or most feared) performer the park had to offer. Fizzarolli himself. You hadn’t seen the show yet, and his ominous circus tent was one of the only places you hadn’t yet been called to to fix something, but since you were currently the most senior mechanic on staff at the moment, and seeing how RoboFizz had just crushed his last mechanic, the job fell unfortuitously to you. 

Fantastic.

You sighed and slung your tool bag over your shoulder, walking briskly through the crowds to hastily erected circus tent, which had been cleared of people for the time being. You took a deep breath before ducking inside, blinking a bit as your eyes adjusted from the bright light of midday to the dim green glow that filled the tent. Some benches were knocked over, a few still had blood spatter on them, but you'd straighten that up later. At the moment, your focus was on the shadowed figure bent in unnatural angles slumped on the stage. His eyes and grinning mouth were lit with the same dull green, and they narrowed to slits when they saw you. 

"Its about ti-time you got here, toots!" He laughed, the sound skipping like a damaged record. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you knelt behind Fizz to access his mainframe; at least the rides didn't talk. 

"Yeah yeah, its busy work keeping this shithole operating, sue me." A few twists with a screwdriver, and the panel popped free, exposing the tangled wires and hydraulics, and you groaned inwardly. This kind of detailed work was way beyond your level of experience. 

"Ya waiting for a formal invitation ba-ba-back there, tinker? Get moving, I've got an audience waiting!"

"Hell's sake, keep your bells on. I'm not exactly a robotics expert." Clamping a small flashlight in your teeth, you started to poke around inside the hydraulics, looking for any leaks or broken connections. Not seeing anything right away, you probed deeper, focused on finding the problem in the less than adequate lighting. Had you been more experienced in dealing with robots, you would have perhaps remembered to inspect the outer body for any exposed wiring. As it happens, you did not, and your inexperience led you to brush against an exposed set of wires that threw sparks and burned a dark, circular mark on the back of your hand. The pain made you jerk back on instinct, yelping and cursing. It took you a moment to notice that the posture of the clown had changed, straightening from his slumped position with his head cocked sharply to the side. With the soft ratchet of moving machinery, Fizz turned his head 180 degrees to look at you, and you noticed more quickly now that his stare had changed as well. Before, it felt derisive, a touch irritated behind the ever present smile he'd been programmed with. But now there was more intent inside the green, more interest...almost as if he were leering at you.

"Ohhh," he rasped, "so its gonna be that kind of show?"

You were confused, until you noticed a dot of red within the green, a new light in the mainframe, with tiny lettering indicating what new function your little spasm had switched on. 

18+ Mode On

Your eyes widened as the reality of your little mistake finally began to sink in. It was a well known fact that Fizz had an “adult” mode, mainly for private shows where wads of cash exchanged hands behind closed doors. Sometimes, the crowds at night were bigger than the crowds during the day. Sure, on a lonely night or two, you’d wondered just what a sex-capable robot clown could do and if shelling out a small fortune would be worth it. Now, it seemed, you were about to get an accidental freebie.

“Fuck.”

“That’s the idea, sweetcheeks.” Fizz got to his feet with a whir and a shower of yellowish sparks, his body jerking so that the back panel slammed shut, hiding his exposed mechanics and thwarting any attempt you might have made to switch his mode. From somewhere within the tent, jaunty calliope music began to play, the pitch slow and wavering at first, like playing a record on the wrong speed. “So what’s your ple-pleasure, sweet stuff? Your ol’ pal Fizzarolli can do it all-upstairs, downstairs, butt stuff, you name it.”

“I...uh…” Your entire body felt numb, frozen, unable to do much more than stare as he advanced toward you, looming over you with that malevolent, leering grin still on his fanged mouth. “I’m not...I mean, I don’t…”

Fizz paused, his head once more cocking sharply to the side as he regarded you, then he let out a laugh, the bells on his hat jingling as his head did a complete roll on his shoulders. “Aww, looks like someone’s sh-shy! Don’t worry, tinker,” he growled in a smug, condescending tone, reaching down to pat you on the head. “I’ll take the reins on this one. You just sit back and enjo-jo-joy the show!”

With a sinister chuckle, he lunged for you, wrapping his entire body around you like an electronic boa constrictor, that laugh still buzzing in your ear as he coiled tight, then unwound himself, flinging your body towards the ceiling of the tent. There was barely any time for you to pull breath into your lungs to scream, and then suddenly, you weren’t falling anymore. Something else was wrapped around you, something cold and biting as steel. Around each wrist, each ankle, your waist, and your neck, whiplike appendages were wound, thin and covered in shifting metal plates. You were being held in midair, suspended like a puppet; if the advertisements you’d seen plastered around the park were any clue, you would guess that you were getting a taste of the “real tentacle action” Fizz boasted. Indeed, from within the loose panel on his back was where the appendages seemed to originate. 

As he stalked closer, you gulped, the sickly green glow of his eyes bathing your face and throwing your shadow in harsh relief against the canvas wall. Fizz wasted no time, and with only a deranged giggle as a warning, he shoved his hand beneath the untucked hem of your shirt to slide into your pants, cold hand cupped firmly between your legs. Barely a sound had left you, everything happening so fast you could barely process, let alone react, but a moan left you now, the silk of his glove and the ruffle around his wrist feeling so strange and yet so good as they brushed against your most sensitive parts. Fizz chuckled, or at least, he attempted to, the sound glitching into a series of strange beeps in response to your apparent openness to his touch.

"Boy, hardly touched at all and you're already moaning? You must need it ba-bad, impling." He leaned closer, eyes narrowing, and you shied away from those sharp teeth, so close to your face. Without warning, that hand between your legs began to vibrate, and you yelped, wriggling in your bonds.

"Ohhh...oh fuck…!"

"Like I said," he crooned. "That's the idea-ea-ea." The vibrations cranked up a notch, and you could no longer keep still, your breath coming faster, tail thrashing behind you out of sheer pleasure. Truthfully, it had been a long time; when you were fighting to keep a roof over your head and passing out from near exhaustion the second you returned home at night, there wasn't much time to try and get laid. It was lonely and it sucked, but that's life. Now, touched for the first time in what could have been centuries for all you knew, your toes curled inside your work boots, tears forming in your eyes as your hips bucked against his hand. It was so good, so fucking good, and with every increase in speed, your moans and cries got louder, more desperate, until-

"Ah-ah-ah, tinker, no you don't!" Suddenly that hand was gone, all stimulation withdrawn, and you whimpered. The tentacles around your extremities tightened in response. "You thought I was just gonna let you co-come so soon? Poor, dumb little imp-slut, it ain't gonna be that easy."

You swore, your teeth bared in an impotent snarl, but the clown only laughed, more carnival-striped tentacles unfurling and wrapping around you, the metal cold against your overheated skin. Now fully immobile, you were lifted higher, splayed out, shaking and wanting. The new appendages began to nudge and press around your body, seemingly exploring your form while the clown stepped between your spread legs, hands groping at your trembling thighs. His smirk was near evil, merciless, piercing as a laser as he watched his tentacles divest you of every stitch of clothing, torn and tossed aside without care. The tips of his jester hat brushed along your legs as he leaned closer to your core, mouth opening to graze the tips of his sharp teeth along your inner thighs, chuckling when you writhed, uncertain if you were trying to pull away or get closer. “Please,” you whimpered, not quite knowing what you were begging for, your body reduced to firing synapses and electric pulses of pure need.

Again, that mocking giggle issued from somewhere behind his sharp teeth. “Begging now, slut? You really want it tha-a-at bad, huh?” His open mouth neared your center, and you noticed now that there was heat coming from him, like the brush of warm breath, and saw a faint reddish glow shining from somewhere within his maw. “Want Ol’ Fizz to make you come again and a-again like the greedy little tramp you are?”

“Yes,” you choked out, so far past caring how desperate you sounded. “Yes, please, please, please!”

A soft whir was your only warning before something long, warm, and slippery was sliding between your legs; your body spasmed, jerking against the restraining appendages, your head lifting to see his striped tongue pressing against you, coated in shiny lubricant. He licked experimentally at you, seeing how much pressure you liked and where you were most sensitive, continuing his brutal teasing as the needle-sharp tips of his fingers raked down your thighs, nearly drawing blood. Then that mouth opened impossibly wide, eyes narrowed to knowing slits as that tongue probed at your entrance, nudging against it before shoving inside with no warning. Gasps and choked half-words fell from your lips at the delicious stretch of being suddenly, violently filled, his tongue twisting and pushing, the stripes not just for decoration but denoting a raised, almost ribbed texture. 

When it began to vibrate inside you, you couldn’t help but scream.

He cooed filth up at you, still able to talk despite his mouth being wrapped around you, voice distorted from the vibrations. Yellowish sparks would issue from his limbs as he fought to keep you still, burning against your skin like vicious little kisses. You weren’t coaxed to the edge so much as dragged toward it, your orgasm slamming into you with near physical force. The clench and thrashing of your body didn’t slow him; if anything, the vibrations intensified, more tentacles issuing from him to stroke and tease other erogenous zones, your entire body his to play with, helpless against his ruthless pursuit of your ruin. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he ripped your pleasure from your body with no care to be gentle, teeth and hands leaving marks in their wake. You were his slut, his eager imp-whore, his pretty little toy; at least, you didn’t deny it when he growled these claims up at you. As long as he didn’t stop, you would be anything he wanted.

But while he couldn’t grow tired or drained, you certainly could, and through a veil of tears you begged him to stop, half afraid that he wouldn’t. Fizz paused, then slowly unwound himself from around your violently shaking form, tentacles disappearing back inside the panel they had come from. He regarded you curiously, still grinning as you collapsed in a boneless, shaking heap, unable to do much except pant for breath. Finally, you looked up at him with hazy eyes, your sweaty hair falling limply in your face.

“Didn’t you have a show to do?”

Fizz threw back his head and laughed, the bells on his hat jingling merrily, a stark contrast to the cold, malicious sound of his glee. “Not the sharpest t-t-tool in the shed, huh, tinker? Look around; you a-are the show.”

To your horror, you could see dozens of yellow eyes pinned to your naked form, imps of all shapes and sizes, eyeing you hungrily. The light of day outside the tent was gone, and the depraved crowds that only came around at night had filtered in while you were...preoccupied. Ruby skin turned a mortified burgundy as you scrambled to cover yourself with any scraps of your clothing you could find, but Fizz wrapped his arms around you and hauled you to your feet, his arm secure around your waist as he bowed to his audience-your audience. They began to applaud, some whistling, others throwing out lewd comments. Fizz pulled you into his side, the hand on your waist slipping just a little lower.

“Seems like we make a pretty good duo, dollface,” he rasped, showing off his pointed teeth in a lascivious grin that at your already weak knees nearly buckling. “Whaddya say we gi-gi-give them an encore?”

#helluva boss #robofizz #honk honk buzz buzz welcome to robot clown hell

[neoyi]

Define Dancing

*shrugs* Oneshot prospecter fanfic I wrote. Largely safe for general public. Read under the “Keep Reading” tab.

The kind of rage Specter Knight held for Propeller Knight was different from the kind of rage he had for King Knight. That is, he was not filled with the sort of malice - such as a hair-trigger need to strangle that fleet-footed menace - as he did for that gold-riddled goon. 

No, the kind of rage he felt for Propeller Knight was irritation and bafflement. He couldn’t help it, Specter had carried it from as far back during his days when he was still alive. Back then, he was Donovan, the “Greatest Adventurer Alive” (his words, his claims.) He'd read newspaper articles detailing the epic, glorious- and depending on the publisher, derogatory- stories of the heroic, charismatic, and devilish sky pirate who saved the local town from corrupt nobles. Or vanquished a gang of horrible trolls from doing wanton damage to the local ecosystem. Or how he stopped a terrible marriage between a kindhearted princess (who almost always fell for Propeller Knight in these stories, of course) and a despotic duke. 

Donovan would grip every article until the paper crinkled, his gaze intensely bitter. He had a low opinion of flashy, glittering types and Propeller, what with his expensive jacket and matching golden helmet and rapier, reeked of elitism. And to think he called himself a thief!

A thief values quiet solitude and subtle movements; this...this so-called pirate was disgustingly flashy. No substance, no love for the craft that was grifting. He barged into casinos and museums with a grand announcement before pulling off his heist, beaming a metaphorical spotlight on his presence at all times. He was foolish and shallow, possessing a pompousness that validated Donovan’s theory that he was simply a bored noble who decided to play pirate. 

"You don't have to read anything with him in it, you know," Luan advised, and quite frequently, too. “Kind of unwise to focus so intently on someone you seemingly dislike.”

“Seemingly?” Donovan scoffed, “He’s competition, I have to keep track of his progress.”

“We’re a blip and it’s what we want, Donovan,” Luan reminded him. 

Still, Donovan kept reading because it was inevitable that Propeller would strike again and he had to know. (Surely, Luan didn't know about the secret scrapbooks he kept of all the Propeller Knight news articles he’d read.) It was simply easier to deny than admit to his jealousy that someone could be better than him, more likable than him.

But yes, Specter Knight did hate Propeller Knight because he was flamboyant and flashy and hideously, hideously smug. While he took little pleasure recruiting him into the Order, he relinquished the raw opportunity to fight him into submission. Nothing brought such a visceral rush of cathartic reckoning then when his fist first contacted Propeller's face (actually his helmet, but close enough.)

As the Enchantress’ second-in-command, Specter Knight’s duty was to maintain order amongst the No Quarter members, ensuring Things Went To Plan, as it were. That meant he’d have to spend an inordinate amount of time with Propeller Knight, a prospect that only King Knight’s presence could worsen. He was prepared for the pomp and circumstances, it was everything else about that man that caught him off-guard. 

                                                                                                                                                  *~~~~~~~~~*

"I see you fly, but I never see you dance," Propeller observed. The captain was a notorious chatterbox and inane, unrelated conversations came out of the blue quite often. He was an endless source of useless anecdotes, switching subjects at the drop of a hat as often as he is prone to prattling on and on about specific topics relevant to his interest. (Had he not been a pirate, Specter would consider it worrisome that he knew so much about the delicacy of poisons.) His first mate informed Specter once that he could not be tied down either verbally and physically for if Propeller Knight should ever stop, it would mean he has perished.

Despite knowing better, Specter responded, “I don’t understand.”

"You do not twirl or spin or...or kick your legs up in ze air!" Propeller dramatically raised his arms. He had a habit of gesturing his upper limbs with particular emphasis on his hands as if pantomiming. "Even your ragged cape, with its holes and common cloth, flows beautifully when you fly, but it'd look divine in dance!" 

"I'm sure it would," was all Specter said. He restrained himself, for anything beyond the laconic would be indulging this man.

To Propeller Knight's credit, Specter eventually downgraded from a fierce desire to perform violence unto the man and instead sought to avoid him outside of mandatory Order missions. It worked well for the most part. Propeller was remarkably respectful of his space, and only ever dropped by in passing for friendly exchanges and casual conversation. It was at this point Specter started to peel the layers off of Propeller’s persona. To his horror, he found something far worse than arrogance. ("I never get helmet hair, you see, for I've perfected my hair. Sleek and handsome, non?").

No, Specter’s motivation for quick retreat occurred because Propeller Knight was kind. And he hated it. 

                                                                                    *~~~~~~~~~~~~*

It was contradictory! He'd seen that abominable sky captain throw a tantrum over slightly off-tasting wine, foot rapidly stomping in petulance. He would constantly gripe about the living conditions of the Tower. ("How dare I be subjected to a room with a window that has no glass! The humidity from ze rain ruins my hair!") And on days when he was of a particularly nasty mood, Propeller's insults could cut the very gaze out of a Liquid Samurai’s stoicism, as Specter has been witness to and victim of countless times. 

"Why are you talking to me, Monsieur Reaper? As you can see, I am very busy and very cross, so take your hideous sense of fashion and go brood in a corner, as one does."

“All I said was ‘excuse me.’ I was just passing b-”

"Do you have an important message to deliver or have you come to haunt me or something?”

"...I have nothing to deliver."

"Very well then, be a good little Cabana Boy and return from whence you came until you actually have something from the Enchantress worth my attention.” Propeller could have ended there, but he didn’t, of course. "Go and, I don't know, play Joustus or something. Yes, yes, we've all played it, but some of us aren't as partial to it like the others. So go play your baby card games."

Specter had no idea why he felt compelled to defend himself that day. Perhaps he was reminded of his indentured services to the Enchantress. Maybe a glimpse of Dark Reize shouting commands a couple of hours ago stressed him out. Or perhaps it came from the morning reports he received detailing the ruination of the Tower’s entire southern west wing because of Plague Knight’s latest experiment (“Hey! If you didn’t want this to happen, then maybe you should have gotten insurance for Evil Towers or something!” Plague defended.) He didn’t know, and right this moment, he.

Did. 

Not.

Care.  

"I'm the Enchantress' second-in-command. I outrank you. I suggest you show me a measure of respect, you arrogant, superficial, piece of shi-”

"Are you still here? I said ‘shoo’. Shoo!"

Specter Knight left the room with Propeller Knight on his bottom, having punched that braggart on the face. Nothing he couldn’t shake off (again, the helmet helped), but Specter’s fist had been shaking. He would not take that kind of bullshit today and most certainly not from that haughty, pretentious asshole. 

And yet the very next day, Propeller waltzed in, one arm raised in a waving motion and the other carrying a bouquet of roses that were an uncanny bright red. It was unearthly and almost a match-for-match color of Specter’s cape. 

"Bonjour, Specter! Bonjour! What a glorious morning!" Propeller sounded so joyous, as if their interaction yesterday was but a speck. 

He stood inches from Specter and practically threw the bouquet at his face. "Look at these! Our gardener has succeeded: Everlasting Roses. They will last ten times longer than the average flower. Look at ze red coloring! Zey are so magnificent that zey are almost magic! Oh, I am thoroughly blessed today!”

With such casualness and no forewarning, Propeller took one out and delicately pinned it on Specter's scarf.

"For you, because everyone deserves something beautiful," Propeller spoke with- and this was important- a hushed, gentle, reassuring tone, "May we all have a good rest of the day."

And just like that, Propeller skipped away, leaving a stunned Specter.

This wasn't the first time Propeller had pulled this kind of stunt. He could be cruel and cutting with his words and gestures (never let it be denied that even a clown like Propeller had his share of bodies he left in his wake for he was, above all, a pirate) and then mere hours later, hospitable and concerned. 

It would be sometime before Specter realized this was Propeller's way of apologizing for his behavior the other day.

Whenever a denizen of the Tower asked where he gotten the rose and especially why he had it, Specter harshly spouted, "None of your business! Resume your duties!" Not that it was a mystery, every mook, minion, and employee saw the sunny pilot giving out flowers to those he felt needed them all throughout the day. But it was notable that their boss, Specter Knight, wore it all day, let alone at all. 

                                                                    **~~~~~~~**

It was hard to tell how sincere Propeller's feelings were. He was so prone to dramatics that his concern might have rung false, but again there was that feeling of contradiction. 

“I am a Ringmaster and the public, my crowd,” Propeller was prone to saying. And for sure, as Captain Propeller Knight- most dashing and charismatic, played his part with grandeur and pizzazz. But eventually observation revealed cracks and, like Specter himself, Propeller hid his vulnerabilities and true feelings behind his helmet. 

"So, where's your locket?" 

"Excuse me?"

"Your locket. I’ve seen you stare at it so longingly until recently.” 

Propeller’s emphasis on "longingly" caused Specter’s insides to squirm. He did sit on a very visible part of the Tower, tirelessly gripping the locket as he kept a contemplative gaze upon it, the red of his cloak strikingly visible against the Tower’s cool colored walls. 

"It's not with me."

"Oh, dear, why not?"

"Because."

"Did you lose it? Oh no! Do you need help finding it?!" 

"N-No-”

Specter did not get another word in, Propeller grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him along on whatever nonsense was about to happen now.

“I shall send the Search & Rescue Division of my crew. They will help us find your most precious thing!”

Thus, Specter endured a comical day of over twenty members of Propeller Knight’s crew scouring every nook of the Tower (that they could possibly reach anyway, the place was a labyrinth of chaos and uncertainty) for a teeny, needle-in-a-haystack, heart-shaped trinket. 

He said nothing. Specter wasn’t sure why he was silent, preferring to let this man swoop in like the heroic rogue he branded himself as. This was indulging him. Yet amusement formed inside of Specter Knight’s head as he saw the gyroscopic jester frantically asking questions on the locket’s whereabouts, sometimes roughly grabbing minions by the collar and shaking them as he demanded an answer, as if he were a king who would not be denied. 

When blue skies turned orange, Specter’s amusement turned to...to...well, damn, he wasn’t too sure how to describe this. Elation? Excitement? Warmth? Somehow this fruitless endeavor was endearing and uplifting and he was sure he felt his heart rapidly beating against his chest, even if that was impossible for a creature like him.

Propeller constantly held his hand in reassurance, repeatedly telling him everything would be alright, while at the same time trying to calm himself down whenever his writhing anxiety seeped through the cracks. By nightfall, Propeller was far more crestfallen than Specter Knight was expected to be. He mumbled under tears like a child who broke a lamp, “I’m so sorry. I’m… we tried. My crew...they have never failed. I’m so sorry.” 

Specter was incredulous. Propeller acted as though he carried the world’s weight on his shoulders. It dawned on him that Propeller wasn’t holding his hands to reassure him, but to comfort himself just as much. Something had happened to this man, something similar and his reactions... he was empathetic. 

Specter burst into laughter. 

“Wha- What’s so funny?!” Propeller screeched. “Have you lost it? Why are you laughing?!”

“You’re so… You’re… God, congrats. You did it, you captivated me and sold me on your show,” Specter clapped his hands. “Truly you are a fine entertainer!”

“I beg your pardon?!” 

“My locket is safe. I placed it away a while back,” Specter spoke, almost triumphantly. After all, he essentially had “won” this day, unintentionally tricking Propeller into an impossible chase. 

Propeller reacted with an audible noise that at best could be described as a high-pitched, squirrel-like squeak of unfathomable wrath.

“I hope there’s another afterlife for the undead because I am going to send you there right ziz instance!” 

Specter couldn’t stop laughing as Propeller pinned him to the ground, cursing in his native language. He shook the cackling reaper until he tired himself out. He released Specter and took several deep breaths, then got off and sat next to the lying reaper, growling all the way. 

“I didn't peg you for ze type to have an abhorrent sense of humor!” Propeller crossed his arms, “It ...It feels me with rage!”

“You know your accent gets really heavy when you’re at peak emotion.” Specter sighed. “It’s cute.” 

In an euphoric rush of unchecked happiness, Specter felt free to admit what he carried for so long: his growing admiration for this loony pirate. His compliment instantly placated Propeller, who sighed and lied next to Specter. They lazily gazed at the stars, their hands centimeters from each other. Specter was too terrified to go any further and Propeller too much of a gentleman to do the same. Their fingers lightly grazed each other and that was it for the night. 

Damn it all, it was getting harder to stay mad at this man. 

                                                                                                                        *~~~~~~~~~~*

If he was going to compromise and willingly talk to Propeller without an order from the Enchantress attached to it, Specter would pick the hour that befitted him and it would not be during a goddamn sunrise or sunset- Propeller's proud, naked symbolism. No, it would be when the moon was full and the stars barely a twinkle for the eye to see. His time. 

Propeller was often in bed by ten (his usual wake up time being at the crack of dawn or just as frequently before it), sometimes midnight if he had a lot on his plate or felt in a particularly gregarious mood (drinking, partying, lovemaking, etc.) 

Tonight, at nearly half an hour before midnight, Specter Knight found Propeller Knight on the edge of his magnificent and comically large airship, sitting in blissful contemplation. It was rare to see him still for so long. His helmet temporarily off, Specter could see the subtle curve of his smile, at once peaceful and perhaps somber. His eyes were half closed and his perfect (yes, it really was) hair blowing in the wind. Specter’s cheeks turned beet red. 

"I'm awake tonight," Propeller started the moment Specter approached him, not even facing him, but already having sensed his presence, "because the Floatsomes migrate this time of year." 

Specter stood still and said nothing, knowing Propeller had more to say (and often he did; Specter was reasonably sure- eighty-five percent sure- that he came from nobility; only they would make the kind of long winded speeches the way he did.) 

"It's especially breathtaking during this hour; the light of the moon casts a divine glow that causes the Floatsomes' transparent bodies to shimmer in response." Propeller lifted his arms in awe. "And the most magnificent of rainbows cover every inch of their bodies. It's sensational."

So the two waited, Specter standing besides a still sitting Propeller. Aside from idle conversation (Joustus, the books they’d read, silly antics from other Order of No Quarter members, etc.), they mostly kept to themselves. They were thousands of feet above the air, with the mountains below, and only the Tower threatening to reach the Flying Machine’s altitude. The cold did not bother Specter for he was dead. Propeller was dressed warmly, but he was content to endure such a harsh climate- possibly preferring it. Specter did recall Propeller confessing that he loved to smell the wintry, snowy air because it was pleasant to him.

Specter was the first to spot the first wave of Floatsomes. From a distance, their pellucid bodies kept them almost camouflaged from wandering eyes, but the luminescent sparkling the moment they touched the moon’s light was unmistakable. Soon, the Flying Machine was surrounded by waves upon waves of crystalline jellyfish consuming the skies. Were Specter Knight to have breath, this would have been the moment where he’d lost it. 

He stood beside Propeller and stared, unblinking, never wavering. Without a thought, their hands reached and the two held firm. Propeller slowly rose up and turned his head until they were facing each other. He held his helmet with his other hand and gingerly placed it over his head. They said nothing as they both inched closer to the edge of the ship. 

With inspired synchronicity, they both jumped off to begin dancing together. 

#prospecter #specter knight #propeller knight #neoyi talks #fanfic

[3d-wifey]

Toxic Headcanons

Pairing: Eijiro Kirishima x Reader, Tenya Iida x Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Reader, Denki Kaminari x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: Nothing really, just some angst

A/N: It's been a while since I posted anything, sorry y'all.🤚🏾😓

Iida is a total prude — You knew this going into the relationship, in fact, you thought it was kind of cute. However, Iida proved to be exceedingly strict. Being his girlfriend made you exempt from some of his rules, but he never shied away from reprimanding you in front of others.

He would completely disapprove of you wearing anything that might be considered dishonorable. Shorts, dresses that end above the knee, shirts that show cleavage or your abdomen. Honestly, just anything that shows more skin than he considers necessary and he wouldn't hesitate to tell you.

No PDA — You want to hold his hand, he'll rip it away and lecture you about how it might make your fellow classmates uncomfortable. You kiss his cheek, he'll go bright red and shout about keeping such things in the privacy of your dorms. The fact that your boyfriend won't even touch you, even non-sexually, is a different type of embarrassment.

It honestly feels more like he's babysitting you than dating you. He'll find fault in everything you do. From your academic work to your hero studies, whatever you're doing could be done better.

"I understand that since we entered a relationship there are certain displays of affection that you would like to participate in. However, I refuse to partake in anything that might tarnish the Iida name. I would suggest you reevaluate your behavior. I would hate to chastise you in front of our peers again."

He's insecure — Normally, there'd be nothing wrong with having self-doubts or self-esteem issues, but Eijiro takes it to a new level. He hangs around people with pretty powerful quirks. Quirks that he believes are far more flashy and manly than his. Since he hangs out with these people, you hang out with these people. And that introduces another aspect to his insecurities.

If you spend time with literally anyone, he'll go on a rant about how he understands how much better they are than him and he'll accept it if you want to break up with him. Try to reassure him all you want, there's already a seed of doubt planted in his mind and the roots only grow. Trying to prove you love him gets exhausting.

He's Possessive — This builds off of his insecurity. He claims that he just wants to spend time with his girl, and the clinginess was cute in the beginning. But, then he started to ask all these questions. Where were you going? Who were you going with? When were you going? Did you like hanging out with them more than him? Why not just stay and cuddle in his dorm with him, babe? He's all you need anyway, right?

Again, it's kind of cute at the beginning, but once you realize he's the only friend you have left, it's too late.

He always guilt trips you — Whenever you argue (probably about him ending all of your friendships), Kiri never owns up to his part in it. At least, not in the way it counts. Once he sees that it's a serious disagreement, he'll start apologizing and talking down on himself. It'll get so bad that you have to comfort him even if he's in the wrong.

"I'm so sorry, babe. I'm a horrible boyfriend. You have every right to be mad at me, and I totally get it if you want to break up with me. Why would you ever want to stay with someone like me anyways? I have no right to call myself a hero, let alone a man."

Horrible Communication — This really shouldn't be surprising considering what kind of environment he grew up in. If he ever has any type of problem, you'll never know. It's not that he's actively trying to keep things from you, but he'll have no way of knowing that he should be sharing certain things with you. You'll go days without talking to each other; honestly, he could break a bone and you would probably be the last person to know.

He's manipulative — It comes down to the fact that Shoto is more like his father than he cares to admit. He has been bathed in constant attention since he was born, and that kind of undivided attention is something he'll want from you too. He knows he'll get his desired reaction from you if he just ignores you. It constantly makes you think you did something wrong. It has to be your fault, right? You'll try to make it up to him, unknowingly falling right into his trap. He's also not above using his past as an excuse. After hearing how he grew up, how could you stay mad at him?

He's oblivious — He's not stupid, obviously, but he'll fall short on some things you would think were common sense. You're gonna be held at arm's length, for starters. You would think being his girlfriend would make you two pretty close, but it'll feel like he confides in his friends more than you. He doesn't have a good example of what a healthy relationship is supposed to look like, so don't expect him to do anything romantic unless you tell him so. He also doesn't have a filter, meaning he's brutally honest. Don't be surprised if he hurts your feelings in his monotonous voice.

"I don't understand why you're upset. I'm sorry that you feel that way, but I wasn't really taught how to properly handle this situation. Could you forgive me?"

He somehow has a superiority and an inferiority complex — This will cause a huge power imbalance in your relationship. If he thinks your quirk is weaker than his, you'll never hear the end of it. He'll make little joking comments about you being "weaker", but there's a little venom behind them that makes you wonder if he actually thinks of you like that.

Belittling remarks here and there. If you ever get hurt in training or in a fight, he'll blame it on your quirk not being good enough to protect you. God forbid your quirk is stronger than his; he'll deny it to his last breath, but there will be a shadow of jealously that's always drifting over your relationship. He'll constantly challenge you to fights and you better not go easy on him or he'll think you're pitying him. He would kind of see you as more of a rival than a girlfriend and it'll be tiring toeing the line of stroking his ego and not coddling him.

He's pretty set in his ways — It might not seem like it, but Katsuki is very organized. He has a very set routine that he follows and if you want to date him, you'll have to squeeze your way in. He'll expect you to be accommodating towards his schedule and he isn't willing to meet you halfway. Getting him to try anything new is like pulling out teeth.

He's possessive — This obviously goes hand in hand with his arrogance and low self-esteem. He's smothering. Why hang around with other people when you can hang out with him? Why do you need space? You love him, don't you? If you really loved him, you wouldn't want to be apart from him.

He'll never like any of your friends. He's always finding something wrong with them or something about them that irritates him, and he isn't afraid to tell them that to their faces. It'll get to the point that your friends won't invite you to hang out if Bakugou's with you, and he's always with you.

"Tch, the hell are you crying for? You wouldn't be in this situation if you had just listened to me, idiot. What do you want extras like that for anyways? I'm all you need."

He doesn't take anything seriously — He's a total class clown and his sense of humor is one of the things that drew you to him, but this comes with a drawback. He's pretty insensitive, so he'll never think he's in the wrong, in any situation. He won't be taking your feelings into account. He's not the type of guy you would go to if you need a shoulder to cry on or if you want to be comforted, which is disappointing since that's kind of what partners do.

He'll crack jokes about you, which is fine at first, but he doesn't know where to draw the line. If you try to tell him that the jokes are getting out of hand he'll stop saying them in front of you, but you never said anything about saying them when you weren't there. He's also got a thing about taking about other girls with his friends despite dating you. If you tell him it hurts your feelings, he'll say you're just overreacting and it must be that time of the month again. You can throw out the idea of having any important conversations with him.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop. Are you happy now? I swear sometimes you can be such a drama queen, babe. You need to grow some thicker skin."

#boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #tenya iida #tenya x reader #iida x reader #eijiro kirishima #kirishima x reader #eijiro x reader #shoto torodoki #todoroki x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #shoto x reader #denki kaminari #denki x reader #kaminari x reader

[bosspigeon]

hurts like hope

Pairing: M!Detective/Mason Word Count: 3100 Summary: Detective Juniper Fenn tries to figure out just what the limit on his incorrigible hope is, and when he’ll finally be able to stomp it out.

Hello I Am Here With More Self-Indulgent Character Study Nonsense. For $8000 a month, I Will Stop.

CW for vague descriptions/references to sex

Nothing has ever hurt Juni like hope has.

He wouldn’t call himself an optimist by any means. He’d probably settle on “optimistic pessimist” if pressed, which means always expecting the worst, because at least then he’s either right or pleasantly surprised.

But in spite of that philosophy, there’s a stupid, naive part of him that won’t die, no matter how much it’s beaten down—his dumb, desperate hope.

He hoped doing the best he could in school, never getting into trouble, never arguing with Mum or making her feel guilty for leaving him behind would show her he was good enough to acknowledge in more than impersonal letters and distracted phone calls on major occasions.

He was always disappointed.

He hoped working a job he didn’t care about, that didn’t suit someone as soft-hearted and anxious as he was, would make him feel closer to the memory of his father, would make him feel like he was doing something good enough to make people care about him like they did Dad.

Disappointed again.

He hoped letting Bobby walk all over him, use him, and placate him with saccharine-sweet murmurs of “Oh, angel, you’re so good to me” would make him see Juni as more than just a convenience, a doormat and a stepping stone to bigger, better things that would always matter more than Juni’s ever mattered to anyone.

The repetition got exhausting, after a while.

When he meets Mason, he thinks he’s given up on hoping. At that point, he just wants something for himself. He wants to be selfish. He wants to be wanted, even if it’s just for a tumble or two. Even if it’s just because his stupid, special blood suddenly means he’s catnip for supernaturals. Even if it doesn’t mean anything.

I’m doing this for me, he tells himself when Mason’s touching him for the first time, when strong, calloused hands are dancing up his sides, and he tries to shrink away, suck in his gut, and Mason squeezes with a pleased little growl that makes Juni whimper. I’m doing something for me, for once in my fucking life.

The lights are off. They crashed through the door without turning anything on, but Juni knows Mason can see him just fine anyway, and he wants to squirm, wants to hide, but Mason distracts him with a very thorough kiss, his touches gentle until Juni responds positively, his sharp eyes picking him apart, like figuring out what the detective likes is the only assignment that’s ever mattered.

And then Mason calls him stunning, and he’s done for.

He’s sure that’ll be it. One and done, and Mason will forget all about the messy, bumbling detective now that he’s whet his appetite. It hurts to think about, it hurts to hope, so he doesn’t.

(That’s a lie. He does. He always does, because he’s stupid.)

He tries to bury the hope like he’s done before, but it’s no use. Every time Mason sits as close to him as possible without physically touching him, every time he gives him one of those long, smoky looks, every time he puts out a cigarette when Juni asks or just doesn’t light one at all, every time he touches Juni with a gentleness that feels almost reverent, like Juni is something worth treating carefully, it fights back harder, hopes louder. In just a few months, the vampire’s got Detective Juniper Fenn’s fragile little heart on a string, and he doesn’t seem to know it.

If he did, would he even care?

Juni gets his answer before long.

He’s only seen me naked.

He told himself he wouldn’t hope. He wasn’t hoping. He knows better. He should know better.

But he hoped, and it hurt, and it’s exactly what he deserves, isn’t it? Once bitten, twice shy, and all that, but Juni’s been bitten so many times, and he never shies enough for it to matter. He walks right on into the hurt with open arms, like a moth to a flame, to a fucking bug zapper, and just licks his wounds until the next flame comes along to reduce him to ash all over again.

When will he learn?

If nothing else, he’s resilient. It’s one of the few things he’s got going for him. He knows how to roll with the punches and pretend everything’s fine, because he’s been doing it since he was old enough to know crying for his Mum wouldn’t do anything but give him a headache. So he runs out of Haley’s in tears—she’s known him since school, so she knows he’s a crybaby and won’t tell a soul—but at least he knows how to calm himself down before he walks into the station. He plasters on a smile, cracks a few jokes, and everything’s fine and dandy.

And then Juni’s fucking ceiling explodes and his room floods, because nothing can go right in his life. At least it wasn’t some supernatural attack this time, he supposes. Small mercies.

Of course, it’s got to be Mason who greets him, when he’s soaked to the skin and covered in plaster, and still recovering from seeing Mr. Yu naked.

And Mason apologizes.

The hope he thought had finally, finally died the slow, painful death it deserved springs back to life in his chest like one of those inflatable clown punching bags. He wants to be annoyed, because an apology doesn’t mean a whole hell of a lot if you don’t even know why you’re apologizing, and it feels more like Mason’s blaming Juni for having feelings (stupid, stupid feelings) rather than actually taking accountability for causing hurt, but he’s an idiot, so of course he reaches out, takes Mason’s hand, and asks the dumbest question he’s asked in his life. And he still has to Google literally every odd sound his car makes, because the poor thing is held together with duct tape and dreams at this point.

“What does this mean for us?”

And he’s blown off again, and when the hope shrivels up this time, he wants to grind it into the dirt with his heel, salt the earth so nothing grows there again, because really, when is he going to fucking learn? He wonders how Mum just turns off her feelings, and if that sort of thing can be taught. He wonders if she’d make the time to teach him, now that she’s “trying.”

He wonders if Dad was as much of a raw nerve of a person as he is, but it’s not as if he can ask anyone about it.

"You two… One of you is going to have to make the big leap, and he has no idea how."

Felix has never been shy about needling Juni about his ridiculous and obvious whatever-it-is with Mason (calling it a crush seems as childish as it is reductive, since he doubts it can be called a crush anymore once you’ve, uh, had sex) but this time it comes out... Softer. Gentler. Definitely annoyed, groaned out with a hearty eye roll, as if the two of them are personally responsible for all of Felix’s woes, but still... kind. Kinder than he expected, and that is enough to throw him off for Felix to leave him behind before he can even shake him and ask him what the hell that’s supposed to even mean.

No idea how?

Mason’s confusion when he apologized strikes a new chord, suddenly. Mason doesn’t know how he fucked up, just that he did. In a normal circumstance, with a normal guy, Juni would assume he was just being a dick. Of course he didn’t do anything he saw as wrong, he’d just be apologizing to get back into Juni’s good graces—and also his pants. It was certainly Bobby’s MO.

But these aren’t normal circumstances, are they? And Mason’s not a normal guy.

Juni doesn’t want to think about what he saw in the mirror at the carnival, but if he were any good at not thinking about things that upset him, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He squeezes his eyes closed and shakes his head, trying to clear it of the splashes of red, of the screaming, and he swallows until he can calm himself down.

At least he can distract himself with drumming up signatures for the blood drive. He thinks he can. But Mason is there, and he’s distracting, aloof and unamused and annoyingly gorgeous, and Juniper Fenn never professed to be a terribly strong man. There’s a gut-deep urge that draws him to the vampire, an itch under Juni’s skin to get close, poke at that sneering facade and see the softer bits underneath.

Juni’s seen so many of those softer bits, far more than he thought he could ever get when he tumbled into bed with Mason for the first time. He honestly expected to be ignored entirely once he gave him what he was after in the first place, but instead he was given little fragments of something more, and sentimental idiot he is, he’s been hoarding them and trying to cobble together something from the scraps he’s been given. So he drifts closer, pulled helplessly into Mason’s orbit, and he doesn’t even know what to say, so he just laughs awkwardly and needles Mason about not helping.

Which… works, somehow?

It doesn’t exactly go where he’s expecting it to go, conversation-wise, and he’s left reeling with Mason’s stark, shameless honesty. There’s something that warms him, knowing that the vampire seems to, if nothing else, respect him, in his own way? That anyone, much less someone as difficult to impress as Mason, thinks he’s good enough? Not just good enough, but ‘better than pretty much anyone’ he knows? Juni’s known Mason long enough at this point to understand some things about him, and one of the most obvious is how loyal he is. Loyalty is everything to Mason, and he’s fiercely protective of those that have earned it. 

Juni’s fingers are slack enough with surprise that Mason can take the board from him and wander off to frighten the general populace into signing up for the blood drive, and Juni is left with his heart fluttering in a very damning way.

Don’t be an idiot, he tells himself fiercely, shaking his head as if that will rid himself of the pointlessly painful affliction he’s tried for years to shrug off. Just because he likes you as a person doesn’t mean he wants anything else with you.

Whatever weirdness still lingers between the two of them, Unit Bravo’s company makes what would have been a really boring, lonely task actually pretty fun, between Felix dancing around and chatting happily at any citizen of Wayhaven drawn into his orbit, Adam and Nate working together like a well-oiled machine to collect and transfer signatures, and Mason looking genuinely confused whenever someone is brave enough to weather his thunderous expression for the chance to chat with him, however briefly.

It’s nice to be with them all, and their comfortable rapport and playful banter makes it surprisingly easy for Juni to brush his confusing feelings aside and just be, for a while. At least until the banter halts sharply, and every eye is looking over his shoulder. “Hello, angel.”

Juni closes his eyes and stiffens, jaw clenching as a shudder ripples through him. No, no, no, not him. Not today.

Juni's relationship with Bobby was never terribly comfortable, but he’s always been something of a boiling frog cautionary tale. Bobby is not the sort of person who ever turns off the persona. He was rarely ever just Bobby, and Juni knows that hasn't really changed. While they dated, even when they were dumb kids, Juni was always stuck in the shadow cast by someone so desperate to stand in a spotlight they stepped on everyone they claimed to love in order to feel even a shred of that artificial warmth. Juni supposes he wasn’t much different, only the artificial warmth he craved came from Bobby.

He has no idea why Bobby is still so hung up on him. Juni always got the feeling he was never more than the road of least resistance  to Bobby. He was easy. Low-maintenance. Didn’t kick up a fuss over being talked over and ignored, because not only was he used to that sort of thing, he was just so grateful to be anyone’s anything, he’d let the man get away with murder just to keep that illusion of happiness.

“What the hell did you just call him?” Mason snarls, stalking to Juni’s side. Juni’s trying to keep calm, trying not to turn into a complete disaster of a person under the sudden stress, but his fluttering awareness of the vampire is crashing into his shrieking fear of confrontation and turning into a messy cocktail that he knows all four vampires can sense. Vaguely, and a little frantically, he wonders if he just smells like anxiety all the time, if anxiety has a smell. It probably does.

“I… always call him that.”

He does, always has, and back when Juni was blindly obsessed with everything he pretended Bobby was, he convinced himself it was cute. Looking back, it always felt sleazy and fake, but Juni’s a master of nothing more than he’s a master of ignoring his own discomfort.

“Not anymore you don’t.” Mason takes another step forward, and for a moment Juni’s terrified he’s going to start a goddamned brawl in the middle of the square. There’s a mean little part of him that wouldn’t completely hate that, but thankfully that’s outweighed by the sensible part that knows he’d be the one stuck dealing with the aftermath. He’s reaching out to try and stop Mason from escalating things further when Adam, thankfully, intercedes.

And then Mason returns to Juni’s side, and a strong arm slips around his waist and hauls him close. His heartbeat goes crazy, and he can only be grateful that none of Unit Bravo are telepathic, because he’s sure his brain is making godawful dial-up noises. It’s a struggle to maintain politeness, but he does his best. Bobby, at least, seems to realize now is not a good time to try and pick at Juni’s defenses, with four government agents backing him up, one of whom has a possessive arm looped pointedly around him.

"Just because he's being polite, doesn't mean he wants you here.” Well, Mason’s greatest skill is reading people, and he’s probably figured out that Juni’s go-to defense mechanism is to pretend everything is fine and dandy and smile, smile, smile no matter what. Still, his protectiveness (if that’s what it is?) makes Juni’s stomach squirm. Mason’s almost baring his teeth at Bobby, who hopefully will not notice that his canines are a bit sharper than a normal human’s should be. “So piss off.”

Thankfully, Bobby is the sort of person who doesn’t like to start fights he’s not sure he can win, so he leaves with, of course, a sleazy parting shot that makes Juni shudder. He really, really hopes Bobby doesn’t find him when he’s alone. He’s got enough mental stress on his plate at the moment, thank you very much, Bobert.

He tries not to make a sad little noise when Adam ushers them back to work, which means Mason pulls away from him, but he’s not sure how successful he is, given the long look he gets from those smoky grey eyes. He throws himself into the work of cleanup to avoid anymore uncomfortable conversations, because he thinks he’s exceeded his quota for the day.

Of course, he thinks that, but he never knows when to quit, and he winds up sidling up to Mason again, fueled, once again, by hope.

He wants to smack himself with a rolled-up newspaper.

What’s the definition of madness, again? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result? He wonders if Mum still has his old therapist on retainer. He bets she’d have a field day with whatever the hell he’s doing now. She’d probably be able to retire with the royalties from a paper picking apart his myriad neuroses and subtle self-destructive tendencies. Maybe he should ring her. Someone deserves to profit from his ridiculous inability to take a bloody hint, and it’s certainly not going to be him.

But, God, Mason’s hands are on him, tugging him in, and he’s helpless under that stormy stare, he had not a chance in hell to resist, not when Mason is being soft, and open, and what the hell does any of this mean?

Juni sometimes wishes he’d resisted when Mason first started teasing him, turned him down, tried to keep things professional and friendly rather than stumbling all over himself at the first sign of interest. He wouldn’t mind at all if Mason just wanted to be friends, because at least then he could still be close, still bask in the steadfast loyalty and companionship of a man who would take a bullet for any one of his team—his family—and Juni could keep his heart intact. But he knows without a doubt he never stood a chance. So he sinks into the attention, leaning into it like a flower towards the sun, bares his soft throat and softer heart and hopes against hope he won’t be torn open and left to bleed.

It’s never gone well for him before, but optimistic pessimism and all that. He’ll either get exactly what he expects and deal with the painful consequences like he always has, plastering on a smile until he can go cry alone and listen to sad music to remember how to face the world again, or the battered, bruised hope that won’t fucking die will finally, finally be rewarded.

Mason’s smile when Juni pitifully asks “That’s it?” leaves him breathless and dizzy in a way just a smile has no right to, but it’s so warm, so open and sweet, it blindsides Juni when he’s already weak. He’s completely helpless. Absolutely done for. Nate’s disapproval is hardly a blip on the embarrassment radar, because Juni is floating.

And, as if Mason isn’t satisfied with just completely rendering him a puddle, he hops off the table with a quick peck on the cheek and saunters off to clean up, leaving Juni’s scrambled thoughts to chase themselves around in a circle. It was just a chaste little kiss. It shouldn’t even mean anything.

Of course, to Juni, it means everything.

For once, just once, without mentally whacking himself with a broom, Juni tentatively allows himself to hope.

#the wayhaven chronicles #specialist agent mason #specialist agent m #twc fanfic #twc detective #pidge writes #oc: juniper fenn #HERE IT GOES HERE IT GOES AGAIN #this one technically comes before the other one ive posted #i just posted that one first bc of the way things appear on tumblr #so you hit this one first and then that one #that makes sense right? #hhhhhh anyway here's some more character study nonsense for juni #bc thats where im at i guess #its all v long and disjointed but thats what my brain is doing so uh #¯\_ (ツ)_/¯