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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years ago

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Sex on the Rocks (Merman x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Merman

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Established Relationship

Warnings: 18+ content under the cut!, Size Kink, Breeding Kink

Word Count: 2578 words

Summary: You and your boyfriend discover some new things about yourselves.

Request: May I request a Merman x Male Reader? With a size kink, and breeding kink if you're open to that. Thank you! ❤️

“Can you see it?”

“Nope! This rock’s a bit too slippery-” An unflattering yelp leaves you as your hand loses its grip on the stone, your wet feet lacking any grip as you slide off the boulder and back into the cold ocean water. Your head goes under for only a second before Juno grabs you by the armpits, yanking you back up.

You sputter and cough, collapsing back onto Juno’s chest as you shake water out of your hair. Juno cranes his neck forward, barely hiding a laugh.

“You good?”

“Y-yeah, just...lost my grip for a second.” You shrug off Juno’s hands. He quirks an eyebrow up, like he doesn’t believe you, and you roll your eyes. “The water’s like, five feet deep, I’ll survive.”

“I don’t know.” Juno teases, playing with your messy hair, “I know you humans aren’t the best at swimming. But don’t worry,” Juno throws his large arm around your shoulder, “I can be your Orca in shining armor.” Juno winks, a strand of his long, black hair falling over his shoulder. He looks like he belongs on a romance novel cover.

You push yourself off of Juno’s chest, giving him a playful slap.“Okay, Romeo, whatever you say. But we should find a place to chill out if we want to catch the sunset.”

Juno laughs, pushing his hair out of his face before he nods.

The two of you usually come to this cove on your date nights, finding a nice spot on the beach to laze around and talk before watching the sun descend together. But some teenagers had decided to throw a huge bonfire this very night and the beach was way too crowded for any alone time. Juno’s idea had been to swim farther out into the sea and chill on some rocks, but so far none had been both comfortable and able to view the horizon.

The two of you look around, trying to find a rock safe enough for you to climb, before Juno hums.

“I got an idea.”

You barely have time to get out a ‘What” before Juno’s arms are wrapping around your knees and hoisting you up into the air, your hands scrambling to find purchase in his hair as your legs wrap around his chest. Juno shows no sign of exertion as he presses up even higher, shifting his forearm to support your thighs and pointing you towards the sea. “How about that? Can you see it now?”

The wheeze that leaves you is a terrible impersonation of a ‘yes’, your face locked onto the ocean as you feel your chest begin to burn with embarrassment.

Your ankles dig into Juno’s shoulder muscles, barely wrapping around his large torso as his tree-trunk arms carry you like a bag of flour.

You knew Juno was strong; He’s a goddamn Killer Whale Merman with an upper body the size of a small table, of course he’s strong.

But wow, did the way he easily throw you around turn you on way more than you thought it would.

You nod your head, taking a deep breath as you try and focus on other things, not about rock hard your boyfriend just got you.

Unfortunately for you, the position you're in has your crotch pressed right up against Juno’s chest, in between his strong pectoral muscles.

Juno’s eyes drop to your navel, clearly noticing your growing bulge. His expression doesn’t even shift; His arms just loosen and let your body drop down, until you and him are face to face.

“Are you hard right now?”

You nod, trying to play it cool. It wasn’t as if this was weird, you two were dating, but something about getting a boner from something so simple had you a little embarrassed. Like you were 13 years old again, sneaking peeks at porno magazines and Monster Manuals under your covers late at night.

“Was it because I picked you up?”

You pause, nodding slower this time as you avert your gaze. But a claw comes under your chin, tilting it towards Juno with a slow, controlled push.

Juno had always been a huge teddy bear. You wouldn’t think it, what with the rows of sharp teeth, his long claws, and the myriad of scars that decorate his back and shoulders. But he was as sweet and docile as an Orca Merman could be.

But the look in his eyes at this moment sends a shiver down your spine; They’re so intense and focussed, if you didn’t know better you would think you were about to become his next meal. He rolls his gaze up and down your body, noting how your breath catches when he moves his hand down your neck. He runs his hand downward, thumb brushing against your collarbone and his claws tickling your pulse point. He licks his lips and the smirk he gives you might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.

“Oh, you like that? Then how about,” In a quick movement, he presses his body up against yours, forcing you against a nearby rock, “This?”

Water drips from his chest and onto your face as he pins one of his hands right next to your face, looking down at you with a sultry look. You suck in a harried breath as an overwhelming heat resonates in your belly. The end of his tail curls around your ankles under the water and his other hand wraps around your neck. His grip is light, but it serves as a reminder of how easily he can pin you down, how vulnerable you are in his large, very large hands.

‘Thats, uh,” You suck up the excess saliva building in your mouth, “That’s...r-really good.”

“Hmm?” Juno chuckles, playfully squeezing your neck before his hand drops down to your chest. He pushes his palm into your skin and flexes out his fingers, covering a good portion of your upper half. “You like being pinned, my little mate?”

Words have fully departed from your mind, so you just nod your head, breathless.

Juno leans down and places a gentle kiss on your jaw. It’s light and delicate, like the Juno you know, but the heat it spreads across your body is anything but.

“Naughty boy.” He whispers in your ear, before licking a stripe up your neck. You lean and curve your neck into his mouth, desperate for his affectionate kisses and nips. His teeth just barely meet your skin, enough to leave little bruises and send shocks across skin. “I can’t wait to fill you up.” Juno wraps his atoms under your thighs, yanking them around his hips and forcing you upward. Your crotch presses against his navel as he shifts you both toward a flatbed of stone. “You’ll look so good, dripping with my seed.” Juno hoists your body up onto the rock, his large hand pressing against your stomach and pushing you onto your back. You do so easily, the cold surface feeling especially icy against your flushed skin. Juno pulls himself over you, his triceps bulging as he lays his massive form on top of you. As he rests on his forearms, careful not to crush you under his weight, water drips from his soaked hair and onto your face. “My pretty boy. My beautiful, fuckable, mate.” Juno purrs, claws stroking the side of your face.

You weave your hands around his neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss. His tongue easily overwhelms yours as his large chest presses down into you. Your hands travel to his back and clench around his shoulder muscles, craving the feeling of his skin on yours. He’s so much taller than you that you barely reach his lower abdomen, but you fumble your hand downwards to his slit, eyes still clenched shut as you make out.

The hardness of his exposed shaft finds your fingers, dripping with his pre-cum and hot against your palm. You squeeze, clumsily and fervently, and Juno chuckles.

“So eager.” He pulls away, a long strand of saliva connecting you two. “Don’t worry, it’ll be deep,” Juno thrusts into your hand with a grunt, “deep inside you soon.”

With a soft pat on your cheek, Juno scoots himself down your body until his face is level with your crotch. He grabs the tent in your swim shorts, giving it a playful squeeze before grabbing the bottom of your thighs and lifting you up. You shimmy your hips to get the article of clothing off, but before it can even go past your ankles, Juno presses your lower half upwards and folds you in two.

You crane your neck forward, trying to see Juno’s next move, before the feeling of his hot tongue on your ass sends your head back against the rock. You let out a groan as Juno’s tongue begins to prod the ring of muscle, his large fingers leaving indents on your legs as he voraciously digs in.

Jun has always been quite dexterous with his long tongue; On your first date he showed off how easily he could tie a cherry stem into a knot, which had done things to your body not exactly appropriate for a first meeting. It’s also slightly ribbed at the sides, teasing your insides at just the right spots and adding an extra hint of friction as he reaches far inside you. You pant and claw at the rock below you, before finding purchase in Juno’s hair. Your climax grows steadier and steadier. It strains your shoulders and neck, but you try and peer up and look at how perfectly he eats your ass out.

Knife sharp, baby blue eyes meet yours, and it’s like a gallon of ice-water has just washed over you, goosebumps rising all over your skin as Juno sends you a wink.

You’ve never seen this playful, dominating side of him before. You can’t help but thank your improper boner for awakening it inside him. Especially when he hits that part- that part-ooooh.

Juno detaches with a pop, his tongue sliding out of your ass as he licks his lips. With one hand still firmly gripped around your thigh, he pushes himself up so you’re face to face. His long fingers splay out next to your neck, his palm easily matching the size of your head, as you give him a dazed and pleasured look.

“You ready?”

You nod, drool pooling in your mouth as your eyes wander up and down his body, your lower half seizing as he playfully squeezes your thigh. He removes it to grab his shaft, spitting into his palm as he strokes and places his tip at your entrance.

“Tell me if the stretch is too much, okay?” Juno whispers, that familiar sweetness back in his voice. You nod, but all you’re focused on is that little bit of pressure, teasing what's to come.

Juno slowly inserts himself and he both of you throw your heads back with a groan. He worries his bottom lip as he sinks farther and farther into you, pressing your thighs up to your chest. The harsh scrape of stone rings in your ears as his claws dig into the rock, small pebbles flying outward as he leaves long, white marks below him.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Juno finally reaches his base, comfortably seating himself inside you with a small roll of his hips. His chuckle is stuttered, peppered with a moan as he gives another tiny thrust.

“Hm, good job, taking me all the way in. For a second I thought I might be too-” Juno humps with a little more vigor, forcing the air out of your lungs, “Big for you.”

You shake your head. “N-No. You’re just-Ah!-right.”

Juno laughs again, giving you a small peck on the cheek.

“Good.”

With that, Juno slowly amps his pace, adding more thrusts with a lot more power. His jutting hip bones dig into your ass cheeks as he punctuates each thrust; Grinding deliciously against your prostate before pulling out until only the tip is left. He moves the hand by your head up to your other thigh, clutching tight as he lays his weight against your lower body. Your knees have been pressed into your collarbone, the stretch a little uncomfortable for your lower back, but the shockwaves of ecstasy do everything to relieve it.

“Don’t think-” Ungh “I’ve ever been this deep in you before.” Ah “Can’t wait to f-fill you, it will be so delicious.”

Your tongue has started to fall out of your mouth as your brain grows fuzzy, your only responses being slurred “Yes” and “Uh-huh.”

“You’re going to look so good, dripping with my cum. I’ll pump you so full, my beautiful little mate.” Juno’s claws dig into your skin, leaving small, white half-moons in the meat of your thigh. “Perfect little breeder. You’ll take it all, huh? Don’t want to waste-” Juno gives a harsh thrust, “a-” and then another, “-drop.”

You nod, movement uncoordinated as your climax begins to reach its peak. The burning in your gut feels red-hot, and you wrap your ankles around Juno’s lower bag, urging him to go deeper, hit even harder. Juno lets out a delicious moan.

“You want it? Say it, beg for my cum.”

Juno slows down his thrusts, getting tantalizing close to your deepest spot before pulling out. You whimper.

“Please, please! Give me your cum, give me it, all of it!”

Juno leans down and gives you a long, passionate kiss, before resuming his pace. Your lower half begins to jerk as you get closer, closer, closer-”

“Ungh, cumming!” Juno roars as the two of you climax together, his dick pouring thick load after load into your ass. You can feel it seep into your skin, dripping out of your ass as Juno rides out his own orgasm with tiny humps. The shiny substance coats his navel and crotch, catching the setting sun as he finally pulls out.

Your legs scream with relief as they uncurl, relaxing your legs onto the cool stone below. Juno unfurls his claws and collapses next to you, chest heaving and his skin flushed pink. The sound of your breath and the crashing waves is all that lingers, both of you too tired to even form a thought.

A shaky claw pets the side of your face, pushing some unruly hair out of the way. You turn your neck to the side, enjoying Juno’s content and debauched face.

“We should,” He sighs, “Do that position more often.”

All you can do is nod, leaning just close enough to give your boyfriend a bunny kiss.

“Yeah, definitely.”

As the two of you catch your breath,you notice the blend of purples and pink hues off the sky above. You crane your neck upward a tiny bit and catch the slightest bit of yellow, hinting a trail to the sunset, still out of your view.

You cuddle up to Juno’s chest, resting your head on his pecks, and point upwards.

“Do you see the colors?”

“Yeah,” Juno whispers, a claw playing with your hair, “It’s beautiful.”

The sun falls far away, the night sky darkening into a pitch black, with few spots free of light pollution. The wind brings a chill and you know the swim back is going to be a bitch on your muscles.

But in the arms of your boyfriend, everything feels perfect.

#my writing #reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #merman #merman x reader #monster x reader #monster romance #monster/human

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jypbae7 · 4 years ago

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Me me meeee <3 I'll request a full analysis about NCT's Johnny! 😚😚 Include errrrthing baby hahaha 18+ stuff, him as a romantic partner aka bf <3 whatever you want! I'm so excited to read this akndfkgkfn 😎😎😎❤️❤️

Johnny Suh - Natal chart

Finally finished it!! Johnny was actually the most requested member I received in my inbox! Sorry that it’s nearly the length of a novel lmao but I sectioned it to make it easier to read and navigate 💕

(Not claiming to be an expert this is just for fun please don’t take anything too seriously!) Hope this is helpful and that you enjoy it 🥰❤️

Personality: Aquarius Sun, Gemini Moon, Aqua Mercury, Virgo rising, Leo Mars

While Aqua is a fixed sign it is definitely the most adaptable of the 3 fixed signs due to the Air element of Aquarius plus the ever spontaneous Gemini moon. Most things that make the rest of us feel anxious tend not to seem that scary to fearless Gemini or cool as a cucumber Aquarius.

Natural social butterflies who love their tribe deeply and fiercely once they find them. Busy bodies who are easily bored if left unstimulated too long which will turn into crankiness if not rectified quickly. Thankfully Aqua & Gem have a zest for life that makes them quite easy to please. They are open minded and will gladly stay up till 3am talking about aliens and conspiracy theories, just like they are thrilled to go on last minute random trips just because why not (Gemini impulsivity at it’s finest lmao)

Gemini is a mutable sign unlike fixed Aquarius. This is a pretty big difference and something that goes under the radar with Aquas due to that cool as a cucumber attitude. Because they are adaptable and typically very easy going they don’t often show their stubborn aggressive sides and honestly prefer not to have to unless they are feeling extremely disrespected or pushed beyond their boundary which is a BIG let me say that again, BIG no no with Aquarius (almost as big as it is for for the water signs)

Adding to these deep inner thoughts and vast inner world that Aquarians have, his Virgo rising adds more depth and self awareness. As perfectionists and highly intellectual minds they are a lot more self critical than they let on, just like they are a lot more caring and soft than they let on. They deeply care about others and the world in general seeing the big picture in a very earthy and traditional way - good people should strive to put good out and try their very best at whatever they do. They deeply dislike mean, malicious, manipulative, or spiteful behavior or people and generally keep guarded around people they don’t know well until they feel certain of the person’s true intention. There��s nothing Virgo is more cautious of than to be swindled or hurt by someone they take it reallyy hard and they know it.

Now we alllll know his swag and confidence is legendary and we can all thank the Leo Mars placement for that and the beautiful lush shiny hair and big toothy smile (Looking at Mark, Jaemin and Xiaojun like 👁👄👁) But beyond the aesthetics and dripping confidence and charisma, Leo is another creative sign that tends to be a lot more intellectual and intuitive than people give them credit for.

When the other members call Johnny one of the scariest members you can bet it’s his aggressive fiery fixed Leo Mars which is loud and even violent when provoked enough not to mention the fixed Aquarius tornado energy...Oooof that is a lot of Fixed sign rage right there honey so let’s tread lightly with Johnny boy and appeal to his open minded and friendly nature with a gentle tone and non-pointed words during discussions and all shall be good even if there’s some disagreeing!

Honestly if the argument starts getting bad you can always distract the Gemini moon by just bringing up other interesting topics! Geminis minds move FAST and while they can process a lot of information quickly and precisely they tend to get distracted easily (but here’s the good side of that😉)

Aquarius have a deep love of family and the desire to create their own (Geminis often share this trait) they can feel a bit like outsiders or “other” from people and thus crave to build a tribe of their own - this can be friends that are lifelong deep relationship carried on no different than family or starting their own family with a partner and kids

Relationships:

Non-Romantic Relationships & overall communication style: Aquarius Sun, Gemini Moon, Aqua Mercury, Leo Mars, Virgo Rising

Built off laughter, time spent together whether its at home hanging out casually or going out for meals and fun new things to try together

Wants to bounce lots of ideas off of his closest friends and secretly loves doing creative stuff together the most - this is pretty evident if you watch JCC he’s happiest when he’s doing stuff with his bros whether it’s sporty, musical, or crafts

Does not like to be vulnerable even with those he’s close to, tends to stick to neutral and more light hearted topics of interest and conversation because he prefers to spread a good mood instead of a heavy one

If he really trusts you or has worked through it enough already to want to talk about something serious you’d better listen cause the boy drops gems of wisdom and has a really soft mushy heart

Immediately adopts his close friends as family and no matter the time apart or distance will always treat them the same

Likes friends he can learn from and take on new adventures with they satisfy the intellectual Virgo rising and Aqua & leo sign thrill needs - Gemini is all about BOTH of these

Deeply appreciates loyalty, acts of service, and quality time with his friends and family - makes his heart soooo happy BUT

He would rather fucking DIE than let you or anyone see him cry so he cries like 4 times a year at 3am in the bathroom while everyone’s asleep (HIGHKEY feel like Ten & Jaehyun are exactly like this too)

Romantic relationships and preferences: Capricorn Venus, Leo Mars, Capricorn Juno, Capricorn Eros

Mr. Johnny Suh has THREE Capricorn placements tied to love and intimacy so that’s saying something lmao

Going against Aquarius’ open mindedness and anti-traditional persona Capricorn prefers all things traditional and stable.

Very much does acts of service for his partner as a sign of affection also lots of touching and quality time.

A veryyyyyy spontaneous boyfriend/partner thanks to that Gemini moon - he either wants to stay at home in pjs and order food and have movie marathons or whisk you away on zero notice to a trip lol

Earth sign men are drawn to women who embody very flowery feminine energy and aesthetics. They prefer a “natural beauty” who can spice it up sometimes rather than a super flashy 24/7 partner. (He’s said in the past that his ideal type is Yoona which says it all lol)

Will be highly drawn and intrigued by someone with a high work ethic and high intellect. BIG bonus points if you can keep up with his sarcasm and jokes.

Earth signs are pretty physical and handsy so expect to have little personal space around him, make no mistake they enjoy this very much. He will definitely be grabbing you and picking you up often! He’ll be smirking down at you devilishly watching you get flustered backed into a corner trapped by the sheer size of his muscular body. A Capricorn male’s ego really enjoys this dynamic, trust me lol.

Also another quirky male Capricorn trait that actually applies to Aqua & Gem as well… They like to initiate all the touchy feely stuff - What I mean by that is they can get easily spooked by clinginess too early on. These three signs want romance and definitely want to feel that you’re into them but they also are innately independent and enjoy relationships where their partner can also go off into the world and thrive in their own way and meet back together in the middle. So long as you can find a happy balance, when you are together you won’t have to initiate anyways honestly because he’ll be the one pulling you.

Okay let's talk about Juno & Eros - Juno in Capricorn is about serious, loyal, long term commitment though they tend to marry later in life once they’ve already achieved the things they want to for themselves which I can see being the case for Johnny as well especially with his current career.

18+ Preferences:

Eros in Cap where to begin - high libido, stimulated by visuals and touch. Wear interesting colors, patterns, textures to catch his eyes & his hands - lacy lingerie is a plus the texture will really excite him and the feminine look will please his earthy traditional cap side. If you really wanna have him drooling throw in some spicy contrasts like a leather choker with the lace set and you’ll also set off his Aqua, Gem, and Leo placements as well ;)

Tends to bounce back and forth between fucking you like you’re a cheap groupie whore and taking his time staring you in the eyes and kissing you passionately as he’s stomach deep - no inbetween but really who’s complaining??

DOM KINK - NOT UP FOR DEBATE he has THREE Capricorn placements for fucksake meaning 3 cardinal signs which are literally called “the INITIATORS” plus all his other fixed personality placements

More of the classy rich ceo vibes kind of dom (suits, expensive cologne and jewelry, leather, black and red binds) - takes you to bougie hotels when he really wants to ramp it up and not have to care who hears. You can expect not to sleep those nights but he’ll damn sure pamper you afterwards with cuddles, food, and a spa date.

Now...with all his Air sign placements...I have to say it...he’s a kinky ass dude. Few things are off the table, but he’s also super content with “normal” stuff too. It’s more about the person and experience for him than doing the wildest things possible. So if it feels natural and right then he’s down.

Don’t be surprised if he wants to tie you up like a pretzel or role play because he’s definitelyyy going to ask. Well actually he’d probably just buy whatever outfit or binds he wanted to use and casually be like “look what I got for us baby” as if it’s matching charm bracelets or something. The good news is he’ll dress up and get into it with you and he’s super receptive to your boundaries, fantasies and making it enjoyable as possible for you too.

If you flip the script on him and suddenly break the norm either by taking the initiate/lead first or trying something new he will absolutely combust 🤯 and be in the palm of your hand staring in absolute awe and fascination till he can’t take it anymore and reclaims his spot as the one in control

Nudes, videos, and phone sex when apart are a definite and they really keep the passion burning for him which is honestly VERY important and don’t worry he’s NOT shy and you will be grateful for the beautiful collection of photos and videos 🤤

Boredom for Aquas, Gems, and Caps can quickly lead into self-sabotaging behaviors and/or wandering eyes not because they don’t value loyalty but that they really need and benefit from mental stimulation and feeling wanted so when that’s gone they can pull away

Honestly pretty much any type of lingerie or outfit will turn him on because the most arousing part for him is knowing that you spent time doing such a naughty thing for his sake

Breeding kink - 3 earth placements and has said himself in interviews he would’ve started having kids at 25 if he wasn’t an idol soooooo that’s a definite. He imagines you pregnant with his baby and it makes him super soft and warm which quickly turns to super turned on. He loves the primal marking aspect of claiming you in such a way and also watching you unravel to the point of begging him to do it. Even if it’s just “play” he loves it and will probably think about it a lot more than you know. If you ever do it for real he will be utterly and completely obsessed with you forever and be practically more excited about all the stages of your pregnancy than you are

#nct #nct 127 #johnny suh #nct Johnny #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct astrology #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 smut #Johnny suh fluff #Johnny suh smut

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astreausworld · 4 years ago

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Insecure

Woohoo, my first fic on here! I really hope you guys like it. One day I might go back and rewrite it, but I had a lot of fun! ✨💕

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x OC

Summary: Shigaraki is feeling insecure about his upgraded body, and about himself in general. Juno decides to help him feel better.

Content: NSFW, femdom, pegging, fingering (Shig receiving), rough sex, hair pulling, edging, teasing, Shiggy being an adorable bottom

Words: 2.6K

Tomura Shigaraki sighed softly as he looked in the mirror, insecurity rearing its ugly face as he looked at his nude body. Seeing his pale, dry skin made his neck itch. He lifted his left hand up, glaring at the missing digits. His fight replayed in his head as he wiggled his remaining ring finger and pinky. ‘Well, at least I can still wear a wedding ring.’ He jokingly thought. Tears swelled up in his eyes as he squirted lotion into his hand, lathering it on his arms, the feeling of his skin on his fingertips making him feel more insecure. “I hate this body. I hate this body. I hate this body...” He mumbled, shame and anger welling in his core. He wished his stupid quirk could work on him too so he could be dusted.

“Shiggy, I’m back!”

Shiggy jumped as the door opened, his girlfriend casually walking in. “Dabi was being really- oh.” Juno stopped in her tracks as she closed the door. “O-oh hey! I didn’t know you’d be home so early uh- d-don’t look!” He quickly covered his body with his hands, not really covering much. “What’s wrong, love? Why are you covering yourself?” She chuckled. “Come on, Shiggy. Why are you hiding?” She stepped towards him, making him step back in fear. “I-I don’t want you looking at my body. It’s gross.” Tears threatened to fall again, the feeling of her eyes on his nude body making him queasy.

Juno sighed softly. “You don’t like being naked in front of me. And even when you are, you turn the lights off. Is this why?” Tears streamed down his face as he nodded, looking away in shame. She gently grabbed his hands, pulling them off his body. “Your body is beautiful, Shiggy.” His cheeks were stained pink, whether from embarrassment or shame, he couldn’t tell. He chewed on his bottom lip, insecurities swirling around in his head.

Tomura and Juno had been together for a little over a year already, but he never showed her his nude body. She never even saw him half naked. Her opinion mattered to him more than anything, and the fear of her having a negative opinion on the way he looked was almost debilitating. He would take extra precautions to make sure his body wasn’t shown, even when they were making love. She seemed to be understanding, never pressuring him into stripping. Even on the days he craved skin-to-skin contact, she respected his decision to keep the lights off. The nudeness wouldn’t last for long though, as he’d put his clothes back on right after he came off his sexual high.

Shiggy mentally beat himself up for getting caught in such a vulnerable state, a slip of judgement leaving him exposed, literally and figuratively. He wanted to disappear, too afraid to hear or see her reaction to him. His body trembled softly as she tucked her finger under his chin, turning his head to look at her. “Did you hear me? You’re beautiful. I don’t think you’re gross. You’re amazing.” An honest smile graced her face, the expression just barely melting away his shame.

Shiggy sniffled as Juno wiped his tears. “Here, I’ll help you put on your lotion.” He quickly shook his head as he backed out of her hold. “N-no, I’ve got it, don’t worry. I can do it myself.” She ignored his statements and grabbed the lotion, gathering some in her hand. He went to protest, but the words died in his throat as she rubbed the lotion on his neck and chest, hands gently massaging the skin as she did so. “No wonder you always smell so good.” She mused, the smell of cocoa butter on her hands and his body.

“J-Juno…” Shiggy whispered as she continued lathering his skin, complimenting him as she did so, making his face burn red. “This big, warm chest.” She placed a kiss on a little scar between his pecs. “I love listening to your heartbeat when we cuddle.” She rubbed lotion down his stomach and sides. “Your body is your story, baby. Every scar, every taut muscle, it all tells a story of what made you who you are.” She peppered kisses along a big scar on his side, her hands trailing to his hips. “Every time I’d feel your bare skin, I would think about how you would look. And you’re better than I imagined.”

Shiggy lifted his fist to his mouth, gently biting down on it as Juno kissed along his body, all while massaging his skin. His cheeks burned hot as she complimented every area she touched, the praise igniting a fire in his core. He softly gasped as she playfully nipped a sensitive spot on his v-line, now on her knees. His cock twitched at the contact, choking when the head brushed against her chest. “Oh? Someone’s excited.” She teased, standing up to gently nudge him to the bed.

With a nervous grunt, Shiggy plopped down on the bed, hands fidgeting beside him as his lover spread his legs, his half-hard cock in her hand. A small moan slipped past his lips as she stroked him to full hardness. “You know, I’ve always loved how thick your thighs are.” She squeezed his thigh, digging her nails into the sensitive skin, making him twitch in her hold. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you how amazing you are, Pretty Boy.” His eyes widened at the pet name. “P-Pretty Boy?” His skin tingled as the name rolled off his tongue.

Juno hummed in acknowledgement. “You’re my Pretty Boy. You’re so handsome and I’ll remind you of that until you believe it yourself.” He gasped silently as she engulfed his length in her mouth, her fist gripping what she couldn’t fit. “O-Oh God, y-you really went for it~” He breathed, placing four cautious fingers on her head. She sucked his cock down in earnest but took her time pleasuring him, drawing out his moans.

“Juno~” Shiggy moaned out, watching her bob her head on his erection, spit gathering on her hand and dripping down her chin. Her tongue pressed flat against the vein on the underside of his cock, the head slipping down her throat as she gagged softly around it. She pulled off his member with a soft pop, saliva still connecting her to it, the sight alone damn near making him cum. “Your cock is so big, it barely fits down my throat~” She cooed, stroking his spit-soaked length. He looked down at her with half lidded eyes, pupils blown in lust, a thin layer of sweat sticking his hair to his face. His lips were slightly parted, little moans spilling out with every stroke on his cock. “You look so adorable, Pretty Boy~ That submissive expression on your face is to die for~” “K-keep sucking my cock, please.” He mumbled while he tugged on her hair, trying to push her closer.

Juno chuckled softly, placing a little kiss on the tip of Shiggy’s cock. “Patience, Pretty Boy. I have so much more planned for you. Lie back.” With a whine, Shiggy obeyed and shifted to the middle of the bed, laying back. He saw her arm stretch into the dresser, confusion stirring until he suddenly realized what she was reaching for. “N-no, don’t tell me you-”

“I am. We haven’t done it in a while. This is the perfect opportunity to do it again, only this time I get to see you.” Juno said calmly, her arm coming back to set a strap-on and lube on the bed beside him. “Spread yourself for me, Pretty Boy.” Shiggy looked away, a defiant pout on his lips. “I said,” she popped his thigh, making him yelp, “spread yourself. You know what do to.” He gulped hard as he spread his legs, hooking his hands under his knees. “Good boy~” She praised as she stripped her clothes off. Shiggy stared up at the ceiling in embarrassment.

“A-ah!” Shiggy cried out softly he felt a lubed finger slip into his hole, making him squirm. Juno experimentally wiggled her finger. “Does it hurt?” “A-a little.” He closed his eyes as she slowly moved her finger, stinging pain melting into pleasure as she nipped down his thigh, trying to get him to relax. His toes wiggled as the odd sensation sent shivers up his spine, hot puffs of breath coming past his lips.

Shiggy’s mouth hung open in a quiet gasp as his lover chomped down on a sensitive spot on his thigh, using it as a distraction and adding a second digit, scissoring them inside him. “You’re being such a good boy, you know. You’re taking my fingers so well~” Juno kissed the bite, his skin quickly blossoming purple. Her words made his cock ache, the overwhelming praise setting his skin ablaze. Hearing her casually compliment his face was already embarrassing enough. But hearing her compliment his body, the skin he grew to hate, was intense. It was so overwhelming that he didn’t know what to do with himself, his love for Juno and the embarrassment of being exposed swirling in his chest.

Shiggy whined softly as she missed his prostate over and over. “Y-you’re doing that o-on purpose.” He huffed, locking eyes with her. The expression on her face made his stomach drop. An innocent smile graced her lips, but her pupils were blown with lust, desire and passion burning in her eyes. “Doing what on purpose? This?” She missed again, making him groan. “Oh, sorry, am I missing something?” She batted her eyelashes, placing wet kisses down his thigh, stopping to nibble at the sweet spot on his hip. Shiggy’s brows furrowed together as he rutted on her fingers, letting out a small cry when he ground her fingers on his prostate.

“Is that what you wanted, Pretty Boy? Be a good boy and use your words more next time~” Juno curled her fingers against his prostate, teasing it until he quivered in pleasure. His legs threatened to close as the feeling became almost too much to handle, a part of him wanting to run away from her fingers. “Look at how much you’re shaking, you’re close, aren’t you~?” Shiggy nodded frantically, letting out a frustrated growl when she stilled her hand. “Use your words, Pretty Boy~” She teased.

“P-please don’t stop,” Shiggy begged, “I’m so close, please make me cum-ah~!” He choked on his words as Juno picked her pace back up, making his back arch in pleasure. “F-fuck~!” His hips bucked as he came, ropes of white covering his chest and stomach. He panted heavily as Juno pulled her fingers out, casually grabbing the strap-on as she talked. “Your cum looks so nice on your skin, Pretty Boy. And that look on your face is so precious.” He gazed at the ceiling through clouded eyes, reality not catching up yet. “A-am I really that nice to look at…?” He wondered, insecurity coming back to rip him from his high. “Of course, Shiggy. I love how you look.”

Shiggy sighed as he let go of his legs, closing them and hugging his arms. “Why, though…How is it you can love my body so easily, but I can’t…” He gasped softly as he was wrapped in his lover’s stretched arms, picking him up and placing him on his knees. “I’ll show you how.” She gently pushed him over, reality finally hitting him. “W-wait I-I don’t think I’m ready!” He uttered nervously. “Do you trust me, Pretty Boy?” Juno asked, rubbing his lower back.” Stuffing his face into the blanket, he nodded, wincing as she entered him, the tight ring of muscle stretching around the dildo.

Shiggy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Juno bottomed out. “Holy shit.” He panted softly. Juno leaned forward to thread her fingers through his hair, a gentle smile forming on his lips at the passionate gesture. “You ready?” She asked, massaging his scalp soothingly. “Yeah.” He whispered. “Good.”

Without warning, Juno gripped his hair, yanking him up. Shiggy cried out in pain. “Be a good boy and look at yourself while I fuck you~” She growled in his ear, slowly pulling out and slamming the strap-on into him. He moaned loudly, mouth falling open as he looked at himself in the mirror. Humiliation crawled up his spine at the sight of himself being spread by Juno, wet squelching and slapping skin meeting his lewd sounds in the room.

“Look at yourself, Shiggy. Look at how adorable you look impaled on this cock. Look at how your legs shake, look at that sexy expression! You’re so handsome, darling~” She giggled in his ear as she pounded his prostate, his tongue lolling out. “Aren’t you so cute? Tell me how cute you are, Pretty Boy~”

“I-I- ah- I l-look really- mm- c-cute,” Shiggy stuttered, “s-so- ah fuck- cute on your c-cock. D-don’t stop, please~!” He stared holes into the mirror, forcing his eyes to roam his body in the reflection. “Touch yourself for me, Pretty Boy. I want you to watch yourself get off~” He nodded, feverishly stroking his cock in sync with her thrusts. “Are you watching, my good boy?” Juno slapped his ass, making him jump slightly. “Yes, I-I’m looking a-at myself~!” Shiggy panted, moans bordering on screams of pleasure as he chased his orgasm.

“You look like you’re so ready to cum, I bet your cock is throbbing, aching for release, so go ahead.” Juno pulled him closer, biting down on his neck. “Cum for me Tenko~”

The sound of his real name on her lips sent him over the edge, stars exploding behind his eyes as his body spasmed. An amalgamation of incoherent swears spilled between his moans as his cum spilled onto the blanket, mixing with the puddle of drool below him. He whined softly as he came down from his intense orgasm, tears of pleasure streaming down his face, aggressively trembling as his tired body struggled to keep itself up.

“What a good boy I have.” Juno let him go, his body collapsing face first into the blanket. She pulled out, taking the harness off and setting it to the side as she rubbed his back, his body still twitching. He weakly rolled to his side, looking at his lover through exhausted lids. “Wow…” He croaked, voice dry and raspy. She chuckled softly, laying beside him. “Sorry, was that too rough?” She cupped his face as he shook his head. “It was intense, but it was good.” He snuggled up to her, resting his head between her breasts.

Juno hummed softly as she rubbed his sore scalp. “You really do have a nice body, Tenko. You look perfect to me.” He stuffed his face deeper into her chest at her words, the use of his real name making him feel more embarrassed. “I’ll tell you how amazing your body is as many times as possible until you see what I see, okay? I know today was an accident, but maybe we can work on you having less clothes on around me?” She tapped his cheek, scooting back so he could look up at her.

Shiggy nodded. “Okay, I’ll try.” Juno smiled, pulling him into a kiss. “Good.” She mumbled against his lips. He hummed into the kiss, pressing her body closer as his tongue explored her mouth. She moaned into his mouth as he sucked on her tongue, running his hand down her back and resting it against her ass.

Juno pulled away with a giggle. “Hey, keep doing that and we’ll have to go another round.” Shiggy shook his head. “I can’t even feel my legs, there’s no way in hell we’re going again. I’ll stop.” He pressed her forehead against his, eyes shutting. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Juno replied, peppering his nose in little kisses as he fell asleep.

#bnha smut #mha smut #tomura shiragaki #tomura smut #shigaraki smut #tomura shigaraki smut #shiggy #shiggy smut #tomura x oc #shigaraki x oc #Shiggy x oc #tenko shimura #Astreaus writes #starry fics

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dreamyaqua · 4 years ago

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Can you talk about Heeseung from enhypen on an astrology base please? Like ideal type or just an explanation

First of all, I have to admit that I haven't watched I-Land and am completely unfamiliar with Heeseung. However, I thought it would be interesting to try and analyse his chart nonetheless. Since I have no idea what he's like, my analysis is purely based on my interpretation of his chart, so I might be totally wrong as different placements can play together in various ways and I might not have gotten it right. However, I thought it would be interesting to see how accurate an analysis from someone who isn't familiar with him could be, so please, I'm curious, let me know how accurate or how far off you think I am with my analysis!!^-^

And of course, please also take this with a grain of salt as I'm not an expert at astrology and unfamiliar with him on top of that.😅

Libra sun ☀️ Virgo moon🌙 Libra Mercury 💬Virgo Venus ♀️ Capricorn Mars ♂️ Libra Eros ✨ Leo Juno ✨

Here we have the shy and awkward social butterfly. With his Sun in Libra, Heeseung possesses a natural and captivating charm about him but with his Virgo Moon, he might be more shy, awkward, and less outgoing compared to your usual Libra sun. He's likely to be a great listener, very caring and giving. He's a responsible soul, and would make a great leader. He wants to be useful to others and you can definitely count on him.

His air Sun combined with a Virgo Moon intensifies his intellect, he's a very logical and analytical person, he challenges what's being told to him. He's someone who loves discussing new ideas, is a seeker of truth and fairness, and who also has a flair for original works.

With Libra being ruled by the planet of beauty and love - Venus, he is likely to admire loveliness in all its forms; in music, art, decoration, and people. He's just got that eye for beauty and aesthetics, he's gifted with imagination, flair, and enthusiasm. I could imagine he'd love to compose his own music at some point but he could hit some roadblocks on the way, his own perfectionism and overthinking getting in the way of his creativity. He's got a tendency to set very high standards for himself, and possibly others as well, he's very critical of himself and his work and might (secretly) struggle with his self-worth and self-esteem.

Both Libra and Virgo are signs that dislike anger, conflict and confrontation, so he might go along with someone else's opinion, even if he secretly disagrees, for the sake of keeping harmony. He's essentially a people-pleaser. He's gentle, friendly, and sympathetic with others, and despite having a more shy and reserved demeanor, he likes being around other people and working in a team, he's simply not a loner. He actually works best as part of a team (as Libra is the sign of partnerships), it's where he can do his best creative and intellectual work.

A struggle that comes with being so critical and having high standards, though, is being indecisive. Heeseung prefers to always weigh the pros and cons of every situation, he wants to make the perfect and fairest choice. He'd actually be able to intuitively know what the best choice is but then he starts intellectualizing the answer and might go off in the wrong direction. It's a typical overthinking thing where he doesn't fully trust his own intuition just yet, causing him to struggle with making decisions.

He's also likely to be pretty easygoing due to his Libra Sun, throw his Virgo placements and his Capricorn Mars into the mix, and he becomes very hardworking, diligent, ambitious with high goals, more fierce, magnetic, and maybe even commanding in the way he exerts his energy and shows his drive. His strength is definitely his endurance and stamina, he possesses a certain self-reliance and once he's committed to a goal, he won't back down until he gets to the finish line. He's strong-willed and possesses a big amount of self-control, seeing him break out into a fit of rage is likely very, very rare. With that being said, he tends to bottle up a lot and even though he might portray a strong front, there's likely to be a softer and more insecure and vulnerable him beneath the surface but he hides that part of himself, as he's scared of feeling vulnerable.

In matters of love, he could lack self-confidence and his shyness might really show. With a Virgo Venus along with his Virgo Moon, he's more of the reserved type and he might be very cautious about falling in love. The Virgo energies make him quite sceptical, so he will likely be very selective of who he lets into his world. He might even go as far as self-sabotaging his chances at love out of a fear of being taken advantage of. Nevertheless, if he does get into a relationship he will be a very committed, loyal, romantic and affectionate partner. He will romanticize every day life with you, leaving a little spark wherever he goes. Suddenly, doing chores around the house like cleaning up, or cooking with him could feel a lot sweeter and less burdensome. If he's your boyfriend, he wants you to be happy and he'll be always there to help you out in different ways. He might almost take on the role of a provider or even a parental figure, enjoying a practical and stable relationship. He wants you to feel safe with him, although his Virgo Venus - Capricorn Mars combination might make him a bit of a control freak, he's likely to enjoy order and routine, might even be a bit of a clean-freak and can tend to be nit-picky when there's too much chaos around him. This nature might also show in the way he'd treat you, he's likely to be a bit possessive and even deal with some feelings of jealousy.

✧･ﾟ:*Ideal Type✧･ﾟ:*

In his ideal partner, he's looking for someone who understands his worries, is empathetic, reassuring, and listens to his complaints. He's a lover of beauty but not exactly a flashy one, he loves natural beauties, people who just radiate a soft and natural charm. They don't have to get all dolled up for him all the time, he will always love them in their bare-faced, I-woke-up-like-this look. It's also okay with him if they lack confidence or are shy, it's endearing to him and makes him want to take care of them even more.

He will be very attracted to people who are hard-working, diligent, and determined to achieve their goals. A certain aura of professionalism and a classy look might catch his eye. With these placements, there might also be a tendency to be attracted to someone who is older than him.

Since his earth placements make him reserved and very controlled when it comes to his own emotions, he might feel attracted to someone who is more fiery in nature, someone who's not shy to express themselves and their emotions. They shouldn't be loud and boisterous, however, he does prefer someone who's more on the humble side. A big no-go would be someone without proper manners, someone who's rude, impolite and lacks integrity, as these virtues are important to him. He will definitely expect a lot from his partner, as he can be quite picky with whom he deems worthy of his love and time.

His ideal partner should be very attentive and only have eyes for him, he wants them to be romantic, expressive, and generous. Someone who's able to take him out of his shell and show him how to have fun. A plus would be someone who has an eye for art an aesthetics as well, as he finds creativity very attractive. Also, someone with a clean appearance and who's fashionable, someone who knows how to present themselves to the world.

disclaimer: I got this ask before I posted my rules/guidelines and I thought it would be interesting to try interpreting a chart from an idol I'm not familiar with. Maybe I got it all wrong, if so, I'm really sorry. From now on, I prefer to stick to the groups mentioned in my rules/guidelines.💞

#astro asks #kpop astrology #enhyphen #lee heeseung #heeseung #anonymous

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blake-wyatt · 4 years ago

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Right, so I can’t stop thinking about everything that doesn’t add up about Peter Nureyev and what we’ve learned and his motives and I just had to spell it out. Please someone talk to me about their Peter!Theories! He’s my emotional support disaster gay!

So we know Peter has been working consistently his whole career, and at the very least had back-to-back lucrative heists in the last eight years. In fact, the jobs he’s taken on were some of the most lucrative of the last century.

Yet, he hasn’t got a penny to his name. Not only that, but for years he’s been desperate and living payout after payout. The need for money has been haunting him his whole career and somehow now he needs more, urgently.

This could either be because whatever has been squeezing him dry has suddenly demanded more, or because, as he said, ‘time is running out’. For him or for whatever the money is for? Yes, maybe he thinks he’s getting too old and doesn’t have a lot of heists left in him - so he wants enough money to last and pay off his ‘debt’. Or his ‘debt’ has a deadline.

We also know that despite his need for money, his moral code led him to a series of pro bono cases, which embarrassed him. Still, he did some good and earned nothing as a result despite payouts being so necessary to him.

The other question is: why would he join Buddy’s crew? He doesn’t believe in working as part of a team; he didn’t even know what kind of jobs Buddy had in mind; he was perfectly capable of getting hired for the most lucrative heists of the century but suddenly he needs to be on the Carte Blanche to settle his debts; he had no idea the Curemother Prime was even on the table when he joined.

It hurts me to say that it looks like the actual lucrative heist was joining the crew. He doesn’t ask for the big picture when he takes on a job - maybe he didn’t even know what he was supposed to do there beside getting them to trust him. And he clearly considered finding ways out of the deal and was surprised by whatever happened with the distress signal and Dark Matters, so I don’t think he sent it (on purpose). And I don’t think he’d betray Juno, not without warning.

And thirdly, he was vibrating when Buddy mentioned the Curemother Prime. He didn’t know what Fresh Starts Incorporated was but he knew what the Curemother Prime was. How? How do you know about the Legend so much that you can barely hide your excitement but have no idea that FSI partially owns it? I suppose: compartmentalizing. Buddy implies Peter isn’t there for the money anymore because of Juno, and that might be true, but also maybe....because of this?

His fingers were shaking, he was sweating, he felt feverish when Buddy told him they were going to steal it. The vulnerable part of him had been clinging to the myth of this Panacea. The part that he tried to excise. That’s quite the reaction.

He seems healthy and Vespa ran tests on him. However, she mentioned secret medical histories AND Nureyev displayed some symptoms of early onset neurodegenerative disease. The forgetfulness, the confusion, the mess, he might be getting too sick to work on his own and it could be as simple as that. Or.

Is it possible someone he loves is...very sick? Has been for awhile? And whatever pharmaceutical corporation is keeping them alive has been demanding a lot of money from Peter? And the prices must’ve gone up since the Outer Rim had to rebuild after the war, so in the last eight years he has been working incessantly to ‘pay his debt’ - pay for this person’s healthcare? But he wouldn’t need money if he could fix the problem at its root with the Curemother Prime.

And then when you think about:

“Memories [...] of a floating home. Warmth and laughter and the soft sigh of another beside me, from a time when money wasn’t my only concern. “

First of all, do we know if all of Brahma has floating city, or is it just New Kinshasa? Because then...when did he begin to call that home? And I know we’d assume he was talking about Mag but...’the soft sigh of another beside me’ sounds a bit romantic? Coupled with Nureyev’s clue: who was the first person he loved?

Why would he choose to tell that story to Juno before giving him his reward? Did he need to share that story, the key to Peter Nureyev’s motives, so Juno would understand why he needs to do what he needs to do? Make up his mind about whether that’s something he can accept, something he can love?

Not to mention, whoever Peter owes money to....knows his real name. They must be connected to Brahma, to his past. And using him to now get their hands on four items that might get the Outer Rim to win a war against the Solar Government.

The only thing that makes sense to me right now is that Peter loved someone a long time ago, and whatever happened to them...Peter feels it’s his responsibility to take care of them. And they might need medical attention requiring constant payments to a Pharma Corp. These bastards can pretty much set their prices however they see fit, so maybe they squeezed Peter dry and then gave him an option: just one more job, and the account would be settled forever.

Time is running out, and he needs Juno to know and to understand, and then Dark Matters is there and he...disappears. With the Class X Radical.

If he's doing it for someone else or for his own health I do not know. After trying on so many identities, the thought of losing his real one to a disease must be excruciating. Maybe that's why he told Juno his name. Maybe that's why he's so devastated thinking no one knows him better than himself, and he's losing that knowledge. I wouldn't hold it against him if he needed to steal among thieves to get cured.

Basically......I want to believe in Peter Nureyev.

#peter nureyev #tpp #the penumbra podcast #junoverse #long post #someone pls help me understand!!!#i can't believe we'll have to wait god knows how long for the answers

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swiss-army-wifes · 4 years ago

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I’m on my laptop so I’m putting all my reactions on one post

HI I MISSED YOU JUNO STEEL <33333

no opening monologue?? idk why i’m tearing up over this but here we are :)

“juno, my love” god i’m not over this

“there’s always me” fuck!

LAUGHIGNG THEYRE LAUGHIGN

LADY!!!!!!!!

juno marry ME challenge pt 1

HAHAHAHA they’re so cute (”don’t condescend” “too late!”)

juno calling himself a lady and a guy within a minute of each other really does something to my heart and gender and its all the wonderful things

he made a challenge for him.............. please........... i want a love like that

had to stop the podcast because of juno’s theme. i spent the last 2 minutes smiling stupidly and now my heart feels like it’s yanked OUT

angsty monologue <333333 love u

‘I’VE GOT IT BAD” hi <333 marry me <33333

and he said it in his stupid angsty serious voice. how much fun did the creators have with this

the character deveopment?????????? god asl;dkfjaklje gejijwaljgejgiowja g;kdnjkw

vespa and juno i love u please be friends :)

he’s so invested in this mystery i’m--

vespa my science queen i love u babe (juno please listen to her)

A SWAMP - aw he’s asking vespa for help idk this is so wholesome and i love them :)))

he said thanks and BOLTED

she’s so excited i love her

juno liked.... pudding

vespa soft soft vespa soft vespa soft vespa

SOFT JUNO SOFT JUNO SOFT JUNO

SoFT JuNo aND VESpA SOfT JuNO aND VesPA

“hurt can always sniff out hurt” uhhh ow

i love you rita. i would also like to marry you, if that’s okay

her soft laugh and coy “hi mista steel” melted me okay

nureyev forcing juno to be vulnerable and loving to the crime family is just,, a lot for me okay

“i just think they’re handsome” rita confirmed monsterfucker

(and their banter im aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA)

okay stopping bc this is getting long and also im gonna listen while i do stuff. just know i am smiling dumbly the entire time

#tpp spoilers #shows #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra podcast spoilers #tpp

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junosteellovebot · 4 years ago

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(Sooooo you know that thing I said I was going to write? Well. I wrote it. Enjoy.)

Juno didn’t know what to think. He knew what he was supposed to be feeling, but the problem was he didn’t feel...anything. Just numbness. Maybe it would sink in eventually, but right now the mantra in his head saying Nureyev is gone Nureyev is gone just made him think that he should have expected it. He should have seen it coming. Hell, he probably even deserved it.

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He was back in his mom’s apartment, except it wasn’t. It was kind of a mix of all the different places he had lived, with the living room couch from his Hyperion place and the kitchen from the Carte Blanche and a layout that definitely did not match its real life counterpart. Everything was a bit fuzzy. The scenery changed around him periodically. Standard dream activity.

Sarah was there, yelling at him, saying all the things he had replayed in his mind over and over again. He knew this conversation by heart, because it was probably the worst one he’d ever had. He wished he could forget it.

Juno felt the dread rising in him, the familiar sense of wrongness, the sick feeling that rapidly turned into panic as his mind pieced together what she was saying. He was at the door, knocking at first, then pounding, then banging on it with both fists. “Ben! Benten, open this door!” He wasn’t really controlling what he was doing. It was all reflex, instinct; he had relived this so many times. It just felt like he was a marionette, his limbs being pulled by the strings.

Sarah tossed him the keys, smiled an awful smile, then she disappeared as if she had never been there at all. Juno shoved the key into the lock, wrenched open the door, and scrambled into the bedroom.

It never felt real, not even the first time. Benzaiten couldn’t be dead because he was all Juno had. Benzaiten couldn’t be dead because he was Juno’s twin brother and they were two halves of the same soul and had always been. Benzaiten couldn’t be dead because if he was, Juno would have felt it. Benzaiten couldn’t be dead because if he was, Juno should have been dead with him. He should have been there, he should have saved him-

There were a million reasons Benten couldn’t be dead, but none of them mattered because he was. He was laying there, eyes closed, limbs sprawled out across the floor. Maybe Juno could convince himself that he was only sleeping, except for all the blood. It was everywhere, there was so much of it. He couldn’t even tell where the wound was.

Juno was certain that his heart completely stopped in that moment. Everything seemed to stop, even time itself. Juno’s thoughts screamed in his head, but everything else was completely silent.

He was pretty sure he whispered “No,” but it was probably something more along the lines of “No no nonononono it’s not it can’t be oh shit oh shit no no no no-” and then time started again and Juno was running toward his brother and checking his pulse and putting his arms around him and shaking him but he wouldn’t wake up and the realization crashed down on his head like a bucket of ice water and it all came out in one agonized scream of “BEN-”

But he wasn’t there anymore. Everything was dark, then he was tingly all over, then he was lurched awake in his bed. Juno was breathing hard, his heart beating furiously in his chest. He was drenched in sweat, but he was shivering- no, not shivering, just shaking. He gripped the blanket in one hand and buried his face in the other, taking a few shaky breaths. His cheeks were wet with tears he didn’t remember crying. He could still hear his scream reverberating through the walls.

Shit.

“Come on, Steel,” he whispered to himself, but his choked-up voice wasn’t very reassuring. “Come on. This is, like, the five-hundredth time this has happened.” It wasn’t especially comforting. He had nightmares about that day a lot, and they got even worse when he was feeling bad. It was safe to say it had not been the best week for him.

Juno laid back down and stared at the ceiling. He took deep breaths and kept as still as he could for a few moments. Eventually his heart rate slowed, his breathing evened, and he managed to calm himself down. He was pretty practiced at that.

He was almost ready to go back to sleep when there was a knock at his door. He sighed and cursed under his breath. Apparently everyone had heard him scream bloody murder in the dead of night. This was going to be a really fun conversation.

The knock came again. “Juno, darling, is everything all right?” It was Buddy, of course, her voice muffled from the other side of the door.

Crossing his fingers this would be the easy way out, he replied, “Uh, yup. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”

Buddy sighed audibly. “Seeing as how your voice was about two octaves too high, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that was a lie the size of Jupiter.”

Juno rubbed his forehead, still not moving. “Really, Buddy, it’s fine. I’m going back to sleep.”

“Unless you want me to get Jet to force this door open-”

“Okay, okay. Fine.” With a groan, he kicked off the covers and headed towards the door to let her in. It slid open, revealing Buddy Aurinko with silk pajamas on, her red hair in front of her face as always, and her ‘concerned’ expression that was evolving into solely a ‘concerned about Juno’ expression. It was one she made often. He bit his lip, looking away from her. “Come in, I guess.” He was distinctly aware that 1) it was obvious he had been crying, and 2) he just looked like shit in general. Juno was still getting used to the whole vulnerability thing. It felt a bit uncomfortable.

She accepted his invitation and stepped inside. The door slid shut behind her. Juno climbed back onto his bed and sat cross-legged, looking down at his lap, waiting for the inevitable lecture. Buddy sat on the edge of the bed and just looked at him for a minute or two. Her eyes were soft, filled with something that wasn’t quite pity. Was it sympathy? Understanding? Maybe it was just sorrow.

Juno waited and waited, squirming a little bit. After what seemed like forever, she said simply, “Well?”

Hyper-aware that his chin was still quivering slightly, he summoned all the attitude he could and replied, “Well what?”

Buddy gave him a look. “Juno.”

He shrugged. “I don’t know! What do you want me to say!?” It sounded defensive even to him, and a tad bit petulant.

She sighed again and leaned back on her elbows. “Just...talk it out with me, darling. Heaven knows I’ve had my share of nightmares as well.”

Juno stared at his knee, picking at a phantom scab. He never talked about his dreams with people, not even Rita. Mostly because he didn’t want to think about them. There was something about Buddy, though, that made you feel like you could tell her anything and not get judged for it. And this wouldn’t be the first time he’d shared something personal with her. If nothing else, it would make her go away faster and then he could go back to sleep and wake up the next day and forget anything had happened.

He swallowed, not looking up. “I dunno. It was just...a dream. I’ve had it loads of times before.” Juno drummed his fingers on the back of his neck, trying to figure out what to say next. He could feel Buddy’s eyes on him, but she waited patiently for him to continue. He cleared his throat in an effort to maintain some semblance of dignity. “It was...uh. Something that happened to me a while ago. A pretty bad experience.” He winced. “The worst, actually.”

Juno glanced up at Buddy, who gave him a sad, knowing smile. He wasn’t exactly sure how much she knew about his past. She’d had Jet stalk him for months, and had almost definitely done extensive research on him before letting him onto the crew, so it was entirely possible she knew precisely what he was talking about. Then again, Rita had known more about Nureyev than Buddy had. Either was possible.

Ben would have liked Nureyev, Juno thought, for probably the five-hundredth time. He’d told Nureyev that, too. The past few times he’d had this particular nightmare, it was Peter who had woken him up and held him and calmed him down. It was Peter who had listened to him ramble about his brother in a teary, sleep-deprived haze. About Ben’s smile and mischievous eyes and the way he danced like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the planet’s surface. Juno never talked about Ben like that, with anyone. But somehow in the middle of the night, clinging to Nureyev, with all the love and pain stored up inside of him for so long, the tears spilled down his face and the words spilled out of his mouth.

For one reason or another, everything Juno had been feeling chose that minute to overflow, and he burst into tears.

He scrunched his eyes shut and covered his face with his hands, and didn’t flinch away when Buddy put an arm around his shaking shoulders. “Shhh, darling,” she said, leaning her forehead against the top of his head. “I know, I know.”

She rocked him back and forth a little, humming softly. Juno leaned into her and just let himself cry.

“I keep-” he let out a sob, shaking his head back and forth. “I keep...losing people.” He sniffed, looking up at her with watery eyes. “I don’t know how to stop losing people. I don’t know how to stop...missing people who are already gone.”

Juno looked at her expectantly, desperate for some kind of answer. Buddy rubbed his back, staring at the wall for a second before turning back to him.

“Well, I can tell you that you don’t really ever stop missing them. You carry them with you, thinking about them without dwelling on it.” She paused for a moment, and looked at him seriously. “There are some things that we don’t get over, Juno. There are some things we can’t move past. Instead of trying to forget, we learn how to live with them.” There was a faraway look in Buddy’s eyes, something almost wistful. Juno had a feeling Buddy’s life before being a professional criminal had some melancholy bits to it. Maybe he would ask her about it, one day.

He let out something that was equally a chuckle and a sob. “You’d think...I would’ve gotten the hang of it, after fifteen years.”

Buddy smiled at him. “We never stop growing, Juno. I should know. I am a great deal older than you.”

“I might just take your advice, o wise and ancient soul.” This time it was more of a laugh.

“Oh, you’d better. I’ll have you know that my advice is absolutely superior to anyone else’s in the galaxy.”

“Hey, no arguments from me.” Juno smiled at her, and Buddy smiled back, and she gave his shoulder a squeeze before sliding off the bed.

“Goodnight, Juno,” she said.

“Yeah, ‘night.” he reached over to turn out his lamp, and paused. “And Buddy?”

“Hmm?” She turned back.

“Thanks.”

***

It was now five days and sixteen hours since Nureyev had left. It took everything Juno had not to count it down to the minutes. He wanted to hate Nureyev for it and he wanted to beat himself up for not seeing it coming but he couldn’t do either. The worst thing about it was that he didn’t know why. One minute they were asleep next to each other, then there was only Juno, alone. They should have known better than to land for a full night to refuel. They should have known better than to give Nureyev the code to the vault where their stolen items were. They should have known better they should have known better-

(Everything came down to I should have known better than to trust Nureyev. But it had been nice, for a while, to think that he could.)

***

Juno had several bouts of fitful sleep for the rest of the night. He didn’t plunge back into the nightmare, which was a relief. At somewhere around five o’clock in the morning, he thought to hell with it and rolled out of bed. It was time to stop kidding himself; sleep wasn’t coming for him again.

After getting dressed and such, he wandered around the ‘Blanche’s halls. Following Nureyev’s disappearance, the crew had been at a bit of a loss for how to proceed. Rita thought they should explore other ways of obtaining the Curemother, Vespa campaigned for catching up to ‘that sorry bastard’ and ‘lighting his lungs on fire’, however that worked. Jet was unsurprisingly impartial. Buddy had decided that they were going to lay low for a little bit while she came up with a new plan for what their next move should be. Everyone was understandably in low spirits.

Juno shivered, running a finger along the wall beside him. It was chilly, he probably should have brought a coat. He passed through the kitchen and the rec area and was surprised to see light flooding in from the garage. He stepped inside to find Jet hunched over the hood of the Ruby 7, fiddling with pieces of machinery Juno couldn’t have named with a gun to his head. At least Nureyev had the decency to leave Ruby, he thought glumly.

“Hey, Big Guy,” he said, leaning back against the side of the car. “What are you doing in here so early?”

“Hello Juno,” Jet replied pleasantly, not looking up. “I often have trouble sleeping. I have found that working on the Ruby 7 is an adequate alternative.” He wiped his hands on a towel and turned to Juno. “And you?”

He shrugged. “Same, I guess. Couldn’t sleep.” Juno cringed a little bit as he was reminded that Jet and the others had heard his scream as well. Maybe everyone would just pretend it had never happened. Oh, well. A little embarrassment never killed anyone.

Still. He wasn’t really in the mood for a psychoanalysis, and Jet had a tendency to drop poignant wisdom no matter how early in the day it was. “I’m going to, ah, get something to eat. Catch ya later.” He was about to walk away, but Jet frowned at him.

“It is too cold to be without a jacket,” Jet said in his matter-of-fact tone. “The temperature system has been malfunctioning periodically ever since the crash landing.”

Juno looked down at his oversized tie-dyed t-shirt and was about to jokingly ask what was wrong with it when Jet draped his brown trench coat over Juno’s shoulders. It was, safe to say, ginormous, and absolutely swallowed him. Juno gave him a look. Jet just smiled at him and returned to his work.

Juno sighed, tugged the coat tighter around him, and exited the garage. The coat was heavy and nearly dragged on the floor, but it was the good kind of weight. Comforting instead of constraining. And he couldn’t help but feel a little ray of happiness light up inside him. Usually Rita was the only one who liked him enough to loan him clothes.

***

Everyone else on the crew had been so furious with Nuryev they could barely say his name. Part of this seemed to be an act of support on Juno’s behalf, but Juno wasn’t furious. The only thing he felt was a dull ache of sadness, and a defeated sense that it would have happened sooner or later. It was hard to convince himself the betrayal wasn’t a direct response to the abandoned hotel room in Hyperion City. The thing was, he didn’t even think of it as a ‘betrayal’. Nureyev was a thief. Changing his loyalties was an inherent part of who he was, wasn’t it? Juno was the one who had been kidding himself that they could have a real future.

***

Juno had been strolling leisurely, but upon hearing several crashing sounds and yelps coming from the kitchen, he sped up to a power-walk. He entered to find Rita perched on a chair surrounded by piles of upended pots and pans. He paused in the doorway, mid-flinch. “Do I even want to know?” he asked.

“Oh!” Rita turned to him, a guilty smile on her face. “Hi there, Mistah Steel. I woke up super early, and I heard you and Mistah Jet talking, and thought, I could surprise everyone by making breakfast for them! Well, not the Captain, I guess, but, ya know. It’s just...everyone’s been so down lately. I thought I could cheer us all up.” Juno deflated a little bit, and Rita noticed, quickly changing the subject. “Then I realized. I’ve never actually cooked anything on this ship before! And I couldn’t reach the cabinets. And...well...I wasn’t sure what to cook, either.” She donned a serious expression. “This is quite a conundrum I’m having, boss.”

Juno chuckled, making his way to her. “I think the first step would be to get off of that chair.”

“Yes, sir!” Rita hopped to the floor with a salute.

Juno shook his head with a smile. He stacked the pots and pans and shoved them back in their places, keeping out the ones they would need. He instructed Rita to fetch pancake batter ingredients from the fridge, and they got to work.

Juno was quite a good cook. It was one of the many skills he had had to teach himself as a kid. Sarah had come home from work late most nights, and she never had much patience for housework. That had all been up to the twins.

Juno and Ben both liked to cook, though they had different means of approaching it. Juno always followed the recipe word-for-word, while Benten preferred freehanding it. There had been more than a few petty squabbles over that, most of which ended in both boys covered in flour and laughing so hard they cried. Cooking was one of the things they did together, no matter how their days had gone or how big of an argument they were in the middle of. It was a way of releasing the tension, of having an excuse to talk things out with each other. And if one of them wasn’t ready to talk yet, the conversation would be about how melted the butter should be or whether it would be better to use a whisk or a spoon. It was a safe place, for both of them.

Juno thought about that, as he helped Rita fix the pancakes and laughed when she accidentally flipped one to the other side of the kitchen. He thought about what Ben would say to all of this. He wasn’t sure if it helped or made it worse, but he did it all the same.

Rita wasn’t as subtle as Jet. She didn’t bring up his nightmare, but Juno caught her glancing at him with concern several times. She actually knew the full story, and had helped him through periods like this before. He just wished he could tell her he was okay without actually mentioning it.

When he was putting the last batch of pancakes on the griddle, Rita came up and hugged him from behind. He put his hands over hers and squeezed. “Rita?” he asked, after a minute.

“Sorry, boss,” she replied, releasing him. “Just…” she shrugged. “You know I’m here, right?”

“Yeah.” Juno took a deep breath. “Yeah, Rita, I do. Thanks.”

“Great!” She beamed at him. “Okay, Mistah Steel. I’ll go get the others. Let’s EAT!”

He grinned and followed her lead.

***

Juno missed Nureyev. He missed him a whole lot. Sometimes he wondered what his reason had been, or how long he had been planning his escape. Mostly he just missed him, though.

***

The rest of the day went on mostly normal. Juno didn’t see much of the crew; they gave him space, which he appreciated. They weren’t avoiding him, but they weren’t suffocating him, either. It was a pretty good balance.

It was fairly uneventful. After the breakfast hijinks, they worked on the Blanche’s repairs (it had been operative yet prone to small malfunctions ever since they left the beach,) did menial tasks, and brainstormed their next move. Not much was accomplished.

That night, Juno tossed and turned and stared at the ceiling for an indeterminable amount of time. Part of him wanted to go to sleep, because he was tired. The other part of him was a little bit terrified that he would have the nightmare again, or possibly a different nightmare even worse than that one. Ah, the duality.

At some point he knew he wasn’t going to fall asleep, at least not right then. He made the decision to put on a bathrobe and slippers and head to the kitchen for something to drink.

Juno expected the kitchen to be dark and empty, but as he approached it, he saw that the light was on. He walked in to find Vespa seated at the table with her legs pulled under her, glowering intently at what seemed to be an empty bowl.

“Uh, Vespa?” he asked, walking over to the fridge. “Everything okay?”

Breaking out of her concentration, she jumped, startled, and turned her sour expression to him. “What are you doing here, Steel?”

“Just getting something to drink,” he said truthfully, digging through the fridge until he found a bottle of some kind of juice. Or maybe it was a dangerous chemical. He was too sleep deprived to tell the difference.

“Interrupting my only hour of peace is what you’re doing,” she huffed under her breath. Juno ignored it. He wasn’t in the mood to fight with Vespa right now.

“Decided to go nocturnal?” he asked, reaching for a cup from a cabinet and pouring in his juice slash chemical slash gasoline.

“Just couldn’t sleep,” she replied defensively. “Besides, you never know what could happen. It’s good to have at least one person awake and alert.” She mumbled something about persuading Buddy to coordinate nightly watch routines, and Juno elected to ignore that as well.

“Couldn’t sleep either,” he said with a yawn, taking a sip of his drink and sitting down at the table. Phew. Just juice. He squinted at her bowl, which she was still regarding with suspicion. “Has that bowl done something to offend you?”

Vespa shot him a dubious glance and folded her arms together on the table, resting her chin on them. She still stared at the bowl out of the corner of her eye. After a moment’s hesitation and a fair bit of squirming, she explained, “It’s crawling with roaches. At least,” she rolled her eyes, “That’s what I see. I was almost positive that they weren’t real, but I wasn’t about to eat cereal with any possibility of there also being bugs in it.”

“That’s...understandable.” Juno gulped down some more of the juice. He never knew quite what to say to Vespa in regards to her hallucinations. Especially since she tended to get angry no matter what he said or how carefully thought-through his words were. He didn’t know if she wanted sympathy or encouragement or for the subject to be ignored completely.

There was something about her right then, though. Face half hidden in her elbow, guarded expression wary of everything around her, dark bags under her eyes. She seemed so...vulnerable. Like a caged animal. Juno felt a sudden urge to break the ice between them. He was tired of all the tension, tired of all the mistrust. Maybe it was a night for answers.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked slowly.

Vespa’s eyebrows drew together. “Sure. Whatever.”

Juno took a deep breath in, and said, “Why do you hate me so much?”

This was clearly not a question she had been expecting. She grunted, and leaned back in her chair. “Well. For one, you’re an insufferable smartass.”

Juno laughed. “You got me there.” He was about to venture into more lighthearted conversation, but stopped as he noticed how conflicted Vespa’s face was, like she was debating with herself whether or not to say something. He decided not to push her, but waited patiently and sipped his juice.

Vespa fidgeted with her sleeve, looking off to the side. “There’s also…” she hesitated, and cleared her throat. “There’s another reason.”

“Yeah?” Juno asked in what he hoped was an encouraging yet acceptably non-pushy tone.

She mumbled something to herself that sounded a lot like to hell with it and squeezed her eyes shut, balling her hands into fists. “I have...hallucinations. Of you. A lot.” Vespa spoke in a rush, like she was trying to get it over with. “You say a lot of not very pleasant things in them. Mostly about me. I’m no good at differentiating between the real you and the in-my-head you.” She shook her head, twice, then opened her eyes. “Roaches are gone,” she whispered. She wouldn’t look at Juno.

Juno’s knuckles were white from clutching his cup. He didn’t have a suitable response to that. “Oh,” he said, a bit lamely. He glanced down at his hands. “Vespa, I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah, well.” She shrugged.

They sat there in silence for a minute or so. Neither of them quite knew what to say. Then, Vespa blurted out, “Am I crazy?”

“Of course not,” Juno said immediately, and it didn’t sound like he was trying to reassure her. It just sounded like the truth.

She nodded thoughtfully, and Juno got the thought he had just passed some kind of test. They weren’t fixed; it would take more than exhaustion and a little bit of honesty to do that. But maybe they were a little less distant than they had been ten minutes ago. He gave her a small smile and said the only thing he could think of. “Want some cereal?”

Vespa chuckled, and Juno grinned. It was possible that was the first time he had made her laugh. “Sure, Steel.”

He retrieved the cereal box, milk, and a spoon, and set them next to her bowl. She shook in the cereal and poured in the milk and munched on it while Juno scavenged for a bagel, or anything bagel-like.

They ate together quietly, just two criminals in a spaceship kitchen at four in the morning. There was calm between them, for the first time. Maybe it made both of them a little braver than normal, because when Vespa was nearing the end of her bowl of cereal, she asked, “Who’s Ben?”

Juno looked up from his bagel, taken aback. “What did you say?”

“It was a simple question, Steel.” She set her spoon in the bowl and crossed her arms.

Juno was quiet for a minute. Vespa was the last person he had expected to go through this with. In fact, he had assumed she would aggressively ignore it. He had just been starting to take his mind off the nightmare, too. “Why do you care?”

“Don’t go all asshole on me. It’s your turn now.”

Juno looked to the side, uncomfortable. He wasn’t getting out of this. “Someone I used to know,” he mumbled simply.

He glanced at her, and Vespa held his gaze. Her expression was unreadable. “You do know that I could skewer you right now, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, actually. Got the nine-inch scar to prove it.” It was a low blow, and he knew it.

Vespa gave him a hard look. “Juno.”

Juno blinked. He was almost positive that Vespa had never called him by his first name before.

Something Buddy had said the day before popped into his head. We never stop growing, Juno. Maybe she was right. Maybe he still had a lot of growing to do.

Maybe he could do it without Nureyev. Maybe it was time to let go.

“He was my twin brother.” The words were tumbling out before Juno had a chance to think. “Benzaiten Steel- Ben.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” Vespa replied.

Juno nodded. “Yeah. He’s been gone, for a while now.”

Vespa seemed to understand, but she pressed forward. “What happened to him?”

“He, uh.” Juno looked down. It was hard to say out loud. “He got shot. By our mom.”

Vespa raised her eyebrows. “Damn.” She took a breath. “That is fucked up, Steel.”

“Don’t I know it,” he agreed softly.

He thought she was done, but Vespa asked, “Did he look like you?”

Juno chuckled, surprising himself. “Yeah. You could tell us apart pretty easy; different hairstyles, very different fashion senses. But, yeah. We looked a lot alike.”

Vespa pushed away her cereal bowl and leaned her elbows on the table. “Tell me about him,” she said.

And he did.

Juno didn’t know how long they sat there at the kitchen table, but it felt like a place removed from time. He talked, and talked, and Vespa listened. He told her about the big things and the little things, things he barely remembered and things he knew by heart. He told her about all the different parts to his brother, the important ones and the silly ones, though he reasoned that nothing about a person was silly if it made them who they were.

When he had finally run out of words, Vespa held out her hand over the kitchen table. “Truce?” she asked quietly.

Juno smiled at her, and shook her hand. “Truce.”

When he finally made it back to his quarters, it was five o’clock and had officially been twenty-four hours since he had last slept. He kicked off his slippers and hung up his bathrobe and frowned when he spotted a steaming mug of...something, sitting on his nightstand. It had definitely not been there when he had left.

It was partially obscuring a tiny note beneath it. Juno slid it out and saw that it was written in Jet’s handwriting.

I know you aren’t fond of tea, it read, but this helps. Trust me.

When had Jet had the time to slip a mug of tea into his room? How had Jet gotten into his room at all?

It didn’t particularly matter to Juno right that second. “Thanks, Big Guy,” he whispered to himself.

That night, he went right to sleep and had no dreams at all.

#tpp #the penumbra podcast #juno steel #buddy aurinko #jet siquliak #rita tpp #vespa ilkay #tpp fic #i blacked out for three days and this is all i have to show for it #yes i am aware that this is EXTREMELY long #and i am sorry i did nureyev dirty in this but lmao i didn't know what else to do #so uh #heres this monstrosity i guess #please like it this drained me emotionally #i worked very hard on it #so many ben feels :(((

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SFW. Barbara catches her husband and Beetlejuice in their quiet moment.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

I want to take another moment to thank the always fantastic @turtlepated for rping this little indulgence with me. You are simply the best. I can’t state that enough. The person who played Barbara is no longer on tumblr that I am aware.

@janitor-boy @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice @thewolfisapartofmysoul @angelicspaceprince

Enjoy! `

After the serious conversation she had with Adam regarding their only other ghostly housemate, Barbara was admittedly worried. Not for anything changing between their marriage, no, no--but it was a growing concern for Beetlejuice. They all witnessed the exchange between the demon and his monstrous mother, Juno, and it was quite obvious that Beetlejuice was more than just . . . well, some needy pervert. She had forgiven his past transgressions with the new understanding that he had his own traumas to go through. Centuries of them, from what she could tell. So she was curious to see how Adam had handled the situation, opening the door to the attic and calling out to her husband,

"Adam? Are you still up here? I wanted to talk to you about--" but Barbara cut herself short, surprised by the current scene before her.

An embarrassed pink flooded her cheeks as she searched for Adam's eyes, silently wondering if this was a bad time. Oh, she really hoped she hadn't ruined this moment…

He was right, this was some sort of trap! Somehow the Maitlands had set it up so he'd be stupid and vulnerable in front of Adam, and then Barbara would see it, and she scared him, she had this extra little strength when she was angry--

He tried to untangle himself from the embrace, tried to get up, tried to stammer an apology as well as a snarky, "Were you raised in a barn, learn to knock!" kind of comment and ended up panicking and freezing in place instead. Caught! A deer in headlights!

No matter what kind of happy, solid marriage they had in life or death, finding her husband locked in an embrace with him was not going to go over well.

Rather uselessly, Adam gasped when he heard the door swing open and his wife's voice as she came into the room. Even though he was now dead, he could swear his heart gave a meaty thump of surprise in his chest when Barbara's words trailed off into stunned silence. Beetlejuice jumped against him, rigid as stone and just as still. His thoughts whizzing through his mind at a dizzying speed, Adam met Barbara's eyes over the specter's shoulder, raising his eyebrows and pulling his lips into a thin line. He cut his eyes toward the demon and back to her bewildered face, willing her to understand what she was seeing.

He didn't drop his arms from around Beetlejuice, either, even as he felt the other ghost's arms trembling minutely against him as he glanced frantically back and forth between the two of them as though waiting for the explosion.

Beetlejuice couldn't see it, but he just knew any pink that might have sprouted in the roots of his hair when he was just getting relaxed with Adam wither and retreat. They were replaced with deep purples and blues, the colors of a bruise. That always felt heavy on his head. He wished he could disappear.

With wide eyes, Barbara nodded her understanding to Adam before she turned her gaze to the now changing colors of Beetlejuice's hair. Normally a vibrant green, she observed the what she thought was pink recede while it was replaced with deep purples and blues. She also didn't miss his shaking and the tense way he braced himself as if he were about to be struck. This broke Barbara's heart, a spark igniting her anger at Juno. But this wasn't the time. Her gaze softened and very slowly she made her way over to the two men, making sure to stand enough in Beej's peripheral that he could look over to see her. She leaned over slightly, giving Adam a sweet smile before addressing Beetlejuice.

"You guys look pretty cozy . . . got room for one more?" The question was timid and open; no matter the answer, she wouldn't be mad. Still, maybe she should reinforce that.

"It's okay if you don't want me too, but I certainly wouldn't mind a hug either," she finished with a motherly smile, hoping to comfort him instead of scare him more.

Adam flashed his wife an encouraging smile, turning his attention to the specter who had fallen deathly, uncharacteristically quiet. Beetlejuice looked positively petrified, eyes darting between the couple like a trapped animal eyeing its captors, expecting pain, and the stricken expression on his pallid face caused a twinge of deep sadness to squeeze Adam's chest.

Schooling his voice carefully, keeping his tone light and casual and unconcerned, he attempted to soothe the demon's obvious unease. "Sounds great to me! The more the merrier, I always say! What about you, Beetlejuice?"

If he couldn't run, he could be small. The self proclaimed ghost with the most shrunk back as best he could into the cushions of the couch.

With the sounds of his own inner dialogue making a racket in his ears, it took him a moment to not only hear but understand what the couple was saying. Barbara had come closer, but she wasn't screaming accusations or calling him names. Adam hadn't pushed him away.

They were . . . good? With this? Barbara asked for a hug? Adam agreed?

It was a lot to process and he finally unhooked an arm around Adam. His hand went to his mouth and he habitually he chewed his thumbnail, trying to make the pieces of this puzzle fit together. The couple had a slight air of expectation, awaiting his answer.Timidly, unsure of his own voice and who exactly decided to speak, he looked up at Barbara and croaked out,

"W-would you like to s-s-sit, sit here," he indicated the open space beside him, "or next to Adam?"

Barbara's smile warmed graciously at his offer and she moved over to the to open space beside him, though not sitting yet.

"Is it okay if I sit next to you, Beetlejuice . . .?" she queried.

Sure, he offered the seat, but with his clear nervousness, she wanted to make sure he knew he was in control of this situation. His choices were the one that mattered. They were there to offer him comfort and if he chose to accept, they would gladly oblige.

Although his nail was still between his teeth, he nodded quickly.

"Thank you," she replied steadily, hoping to ease his worries by staying. She smoothed out her dress as she sat next to him, angling towards him more. Her eyes flitted over to Adam, before back to Beetlejuice.

"Is it okay if I touch you? Can I give you a hug, too? Like Adam did . . . ?"

Mrs. Maitland sitting down made the cushion dip a little. She sat a little closer than he'd expected, angled so her knees were against his. It was burned into his memory that she'd almost ripped his arm out of socket, so he fretted a little, but she'd been calm and quiet so far, and that reassured him.

And she'd asked about touching him too, just like her husband had! He filed that away for future use, because it seemed like something that people did.

Adam still seemed comfortable, and not at all concerned he was going to grope his wife, so with that kind of encouragement, Beetlejuice took his hand out of his mouth, turned it palm side up, and held it out to Barbara.

Barbara's smile grew at his offer, laying the back of her hand against his palm. She made no move to grab at him, instead letting him get used to her touch. He really was acting like a cornered animal and despite the strong urge to wrap him in a blanket and mother him, she knew that would only frighten him.

This was promising! It still felt so strange to see the flamboyant, borderline-manic demon looking so cowed and jittery. Adam stretched out his arm across the back of the sofa, draping it across Beetlejuice's shoulders but curling his hand into Barbara's hair, letting the silky strands run through his fingers. He shifted closer, sitting flush against the demon's side.

"You doing okay?" he gently asked the other ghost.

Her hand was smaller than her husband's. It fit well into his hand as he closed his fingers lightly around hers. Of course, he'd have said that Adam's hand fit well in his too. That was interesting . . . did everyone's feel like that?

Beetlejuice jumped slightly and his back stiffened as he felt the pressure of an arm settling across his shoulders. From the corner of his eye he saw the familiar gesture between the two of them: hands in hair. It must feel nice, because they both did it. Gradually he relaxed again. That was much better, and the small beginnings of a smile touched his lips.

When Adam gently played with a few strands of her hair, a lighthearted giggle bubbled up from Barbara's throat before she met her husband's eyes. There was immeasurable adoration held in her gaze, but she broke it to check on the demon her.

"How are you doing, Beetlejuice?" she wondered softly, giving his hand a light squeeze before leaving her hand lax again.

"I'm . . . g-good," he replied, with a soft stutter, still trying to take in having people voluntarily pressed to each side, an arm over his shoulder, and holding her hand. He wanted to catalogue it all and sear it into his memory to revisit.

It occurred to him that maybe his answer didn't sound sincere, so he tried again. In a stronger voice, he repeated, "I'm good. How're you?"

Internally he winced at his return question.

"Well, I am doing wonderful! Thank you for asking," came her cheery response, leaning over to playfully bump her shoulder with his.

"What about you, honey? How are you feeling?" she addressed Adam next, offering a bright smile. Beetlejuice seemed to be relaxing. That was good. Maybe this would be the start of something better for him. Something better for them all.

His wife's sunny disposition never failed to make him smile, even in such an awkward situation as this. The sheepish demon sandwiched between them did appear to be loosening up, though the tiny stammer would indicate he was still a little unsure.

"I'm right as rain!" Adam replied with a broad smile to the pair seated next to him, hoping to set Beetlejuice more at ease. "This is nice, isn't it? Just sitting together, vibin’, as Delia would say."

He punctuated the remark with a swee-ing hand gesture that was supposed to look cool but would probably have made Lydia groan and roll her eyes.

"Oh, Adam!" Barbara chastised innocently, narrowing her eyes and shaking her head at him. Despite the light admonishment, she laughed and the bright smile returned to her lips.

He'd always seen the adoration the Maitlands had for each other from a distance, but now he was caught between them and it was glorious. Just being here made him warm and he could sit here forever, he thought. He sighed and more of the tension left his shoulders.

fin

#writing #fanfiction #rp #Beetlejuice #Adam Maitland #Barbara Maitland #soft

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crispycrimebrulee · 4 years ago

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what are your top hc's for the adultrio? by that I mean hc's that you theorize about? for example, I have a running theory that illumi is a lot more cuddly and loving than people think, which makes him even more unnerving to me!

Ok yes I agree about soft Illumi lmao

For Illumi, I feel like he's actually pretty affectionate but not in a sexual way, like Hisoka. He loves kisses and hugs and cuddles at all possible times if he's been with someone for ages. He's desperate for physical affection, so if its available he takes it. Soft Illumi lives on in my heart 😤😤😤

For Hisoka, he isn't as confident as he seems. This is based off of a picture by juno-liberty on instagram; a picture of hisoka without his texture surprise, so you can see all his scars and freckles. If he's being truly vulnerable he takes it off around people, being bare and genuine (I have a angst fic about this I just never posted it lmao I'm scared to) I also think he desires genuine love like Illumi. I think he's pretty broken, and wants to be accepted for whatever he is and whatever he's trying to be. He does acknowledge that he has problems, and I think he secretly desires someone who can level him out so he feels stable and secure within himself and what he does.

For Chrollo, with his affinity for stealing nen and other things I think he's looking for something that he's lost, per se. A lot of people say money buys happiness, while others say it doesnt. I think he feels something like that. He steals things to satisfy whatever he thinks hes missing, he's like...Gatsby in a way lol (me bringing in literature classes) and he's looking for something to fill a void in him. He wants to feel complete, so he feels like stealing things will fill that emptiness. Unrelated but I'm sure he knows French. Like I'm so sure he knows French and/or Italian. Those are the two of the three romance languages.

And that's my thoughts on the sexy criminal men 😌❤

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ernmark · 5 years ago

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I think we're all thirsting over Juno's thighs (or maybe it's just me), so can we have something nsfw with that?

I couldn’t think of a really good way to pull off this particular prompt, and then the new episode hit.

(Spoilers for the new ep)(Also nsfw under the cut)

Well.

That could have gone better.

Peter considers folding up his current agitation and stowing it away like he does so much else, but he thinks better of it. The heist is accomplished, even if it has been hopelessly botched, and now he has nothing to occupy his time or his mind while Juno finishes undressing on the other side of a folding screen.

So he reaches into the file in his head and unfolds the thoughts he’s tucked away until now-- all the petty resentments, all the little betrayals, all the tiny ways that this could have gone so much smoother if not for Juno Steel.

His thoughts are (rudely) interrupted by the very same.

“Hey, Ransom,” Juno says through the screen. “You still got that knife on you?”

Given the litany of animosity fluttering through his mind, there’s a not insignificant temptation to use it. “Don’t worry, Juno. The Captain has made it very clear that she wants you back in one piece.”

“You’re hilarious,” Juno says. “I just need to borrow it for a second. I’m having a wardrobe malfunction here.”

That piques Peter’s interest slightly more than his ire. “What could you possibly have done to that dress that requires a knife?”

“It’s those little hookie-things. They’re--” There’s a rustle of tulle. “They’re caught on the skirts, okay?”

“And you plan to cut your way out?” Peter asks.

“The job’s over, isn’t it?” More rustling. “Besides, I can’t exactly get a good angle on it like this, okay?”

“Try to show a little class, detective.” Peter scowls and steps around the screen.

Juno jumps back with a slight yelp, dropping his skirts in a cascade of lace and tulle. As if there’s anything here that Peter hasn’t seen before.

“Jesus, Ransom,” he says. “Knock next time, will you? Could a lady get a little privacy?”

“Not if the lady continues to waste my time,” Peter says coolly. “Show me what’s giving you so much trouble. I want to get off this godforsaken planet.”

Juno hesitates. “I can get it.”

“Obviously that isn’t the case.” Peter glares. “Are you going to tell me what’s holding us up, or shall I leave without you?”

There’s a moment of cold satisfaction as Peter watches Juno flinch.

“It’s the-- whaddya call it-- the strap thing. It’s caught on the lace skirt. Last time I checked, they don’t usually have hooks like this.”

“The strap thing?”

Juno snaps his fingers, remembering the word. “The garter belt.”

Ah. So that wasn’t just Juno’s patent reticence at play. But Peter has already made his terms, and he isn’t about to be cowed by awkwardness. “Well? Are you going to let me at it or are you going to stand there all day?”

Juno watches him for a long, quiet moment, but then he hikes up the whole of his skirts. If Peter feels like being fair, it isn’t surprising that Juno’s having so much trouble. The skirts by themselves are more than an armful, and that’s to say nothing of the feat that is bending over and making any sort of adjustments so close to the hip.

As nonchalantly as he can, Peter sinks to his knees at Juno’s feet.

There’s the garter-- just as he said, it’s of an unusual design, made with too many straps and interlocking hooks, half of which have gotten tangled in the lace of Juno’s skirts over the course of the evening. Cutting through them might in fact be the most practical option.

But he isn’t about to cede that ground to Juno Steel. So he leans in closer for a better look at the haphazard straps and the twisted lace, and he tries not to think of the context of his situation.

Between the hem of Juno’s panties and the edge of his tights lies a plane of bare skin as distractingly tempting as any of the treasures at the auction.

He remembers the last time he saw those thighs. He remembers when he wrapped his hands around them, felt the corded muscle, the pillowy softness. There are scars here-- there are scars on every inch of Juno Steel, it seems-- laser burns and knife wounds and the round remnants of old cigarette burns. He only glimpsed them once, and at the time he was too caught up in the moment to commit the constellations of scars to memory, but he notes a few new marks among the old-- the scattered straight lines of broken glass.

He wants to ask what happened, but that feels like too intimate a question when he’s practically breathing on Juno’s groin.

He goes back to the notes saved for later, to the thousand slights and injuries that Juno’s caused him, and he basks in well-deserved fury. Angry heat rises in his cheeks and drowns out the warmth that was gathering there.

“Hey,” Juno says. Through the haze of anger, his voice sounds so very small. “You okay down there?”

“Fine,” Peter grates.

“Listen, I can get it. Really.”

“I have it,” Peter snaps. “Stop moving.”

It’s hard enough to manage the little hooks without damaging the lace. But the way Juno sways and shifts his weight, it’s nearly impossible.

“Ransom--”

“I said hold still.”

In his mind’s eye, he grabs Juno’s leg and pins him in place.

As efforts go, it’s successful. Juno freezes in place. Peter’s hand is still wrapped around his bare leg.

Safe in his thoughts, he is free to lean in, to bury his face in the vulnerable softness of Juno’s inner thigh, to run his lips over the texture of every single scar. He can slip his fingers up higher and slide those panties out of the way. He can ease that lovely cock out of its restraints and into his mouth. He can worship that body in the way that’s haunted his dreams for the past year. He can drag a melody of gasps and moans out of Juno’s throat until he’s boneless and drowning in a puddle of skirts.

But that’s only in his mind’s eye.

In the waking world, he is careful never to let his skin brush Juno’s. He carefully uncatches the last of the hooks and lets the garter fall away, and then he too falls away. “I trust you can manage the rest?”

“Yeah,” Juno says quietly. He doesn’t look at Peter. “Thanks.”

Peter nods and rises to his feet without another word.

In the safety of solitude he carefully folds up his thoughts, one after another, and files them away for further consideration.

They will need to be reexamined, but at a later time. Not here. Not now. And nowhere near Juno Steel.

#the penumbra podcast #writing prompt #fanfiction #novathehoe

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northisnotup · 4 years ago

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So, what about The Final Resting Place fic where Nureyev is the one to leave?

Imagine Juno waking up - intending to leave but there is no one to leave. Just cool space on the mattress occupied by a note. (Bc Nureyev is not Juno and of course he leaves a note scented with his cologne)

And Juno starts laughing, bitterly, until he's sobbing, helplessly.

Of course Nureyev leaves a note - its the same jumbled but legible writing, like he was stressed, like he was in a hurry, and Juno reads it and reads it and reads it.

How could two broken people love eachother so damn much?

Bc thats what Nureyev’s note condenses to:

I love you and I'm sorry

I love you and I'll ruin you

I love you and it terrifies me utterly

I love you, but i don't know who i am - how can i expect you to love me when i don't even know the person you're in love with

Its so bittersweet. Because they love and trust eachother. They don't trust or love themselves

It cements this irony in Juno's brain of 'i may hate myself but I love Peter Nureyev, for whatever that's worth'

It can't be much.

Without the guilt of leaving Nureyev he is a much more directionless Juno then we see at the start of s2 - he's just going through the motions until Ramses starts the ball rolling of 'you can be better, i can make you better'

And hell - if Nureyev left to 'find himself' maybe Juno can too?

Which is why Ramses betrayal hits so very hard.

...

The Time Gone By goes about the same, if a little more bittersweet because here are two people who love eachother through years and trauma and want to make it work again and Juno...wants that

He feels like he's taking his first deep breath after being submerged. Like - if they can do it, why can't he? What was he afraid of? Nureyev had already seen the absolute worst parts of him, the piece that said he was useless and wanted to give up and he loved Juno anyway.

(Meanwhile - Nureyev is hurling himself through the stars, through heists and plans and personae's, trying to find who he is - trying to find a Nureyev who is worthy of Juno Steel's love. He honestly does just miss the flight to Mars. He has high hopes for the legend that is Buddy Aurinko and who he could be at her side)

...

Nureyev is not posing seductively on the hood of the Ruby 7 when Juno stumbles into the belly of the Carte Blanche. He is barely in the room at all, standing half in the shadows.

He's gazing at Juno's face with all the longing of a left lover and all the guilt of the one who did the leaving and it's all Juno needs to see. (Bc he knows Nureyev. Knows his tics under pressure and through pain. Knows his most horrible secret and the gift of his name. Passively his mind notes all the little signs and signals that Nureyev would hide if he could.)

He throws himself forward, marching like a man on a mission and its a good thing Nureyev braces himself for a punch because that is what he gets

He doesn't brace for the kiss that follows it, wouldn't have even if he could. Juno fists his hands, one in Nureyev's shirt and one in his hair and crashes them together, not letting Rita's squeal or Buddy's laugh or Vespa's derision or his own aversion to the blood from where he just split Nureyev's lip stop him.

And Nureyev melts into him, hands so soft and so hesitant as they cradle his face in turn. He's whispering Juno's name against his lips, near chanting it like it can replace all the words he wants to say:

I'm sorry/Juno

I made a mistake/Juno

I'm still in love with you/oh, Juno

"Are you going to do it again?" Juno pants when the kiss ends - he feels the shudder roll through Nureyev as he prepares to scramble himself together, to make an excuse or do something that draws attention away to how stripped bare vulnerable he just was - Juno refuses to give an inch.

"Juno," Nureyev keeps saying his name like its the only word that matters. His lips twitch, parting on air and without any tumor or chip Juno knows the mental hoops he is jumping through - the urge to laugh it off, to make it lighter, to feign ignorance.

Juno leans up on the tip toes of his boots, pulling Nureyev down until they're eye to eye. "Are you going to do it again?" He demands roughly.

Nureyev's hands never left his face and he feels gentle thumbs sweep along his cheekbones. "No, i suppose not," he says, softly.

"Good. Me neither."

(Later, after Nova and after several 'conversations' both verbal and physical, Nureyev will pout at the mirror "Really Juno, did you have to punch me?"

And Juno will lean over his shoulder and press a kiss to the bruise on his chin, uncovered by makeup, "if I'm not firm with you, you'll never learn.")

#chat fic #tpp #the penumbra podcast #jupeter #my fic #ish #will i turn this into a whole fic? probably not

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dontworrysunflower · 6 years ago

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Sick | Shawn Mendes

Anonymous requested:

can you write something with Shawn getting sick before an important event and he’s struggling to get through it and you end up taking care of him

I’m so in love with sick!shawn so if you have any recommendations pls send them to me.

hope you enjoy!

Masterlist in my bio

•••

Shawn never likes to admit he’s sick. He says it’s just allergies or it’ll go away.

But when your up all night coughing and sneezing and whining, it’s more than just allergies.

You had to untangle his long arms from around your waist early in the morning to make him breakfast. The kitchen smelled of coffee and eggs and bacon. You were watching the the bacon sizzle on the pan as you heard the small whines and groans coming from your boyfriend as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Baby” Shawn whined as he came up behind you, enclosing you in his strong, buff arms. He placed his chin on your shoulder, mumbling some incoherent words into your ears, kissing your neck once in a while.

“What was that honey?” You turned your head to look at him. His cheeks were more pink than usual and his eyes were puffy.

“My throat hurts” he whispered before he sniffed. He cleared his throat a couple of times, never really getting it clear enough so he didn’t sound raspy and scratchy.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” You asked as you turned off the stove and let the bacon sit on a plate on the counter. You turned around in his arms, bringing your hands up to cup his warm face. “You’re a little warm sweet, I think your getting sick” you said as he leaned his head back on your shoulder.

He shook his head, his brown curls tickling your neck. “I’m not sick, I have the JUNO awards later”

This is is one reason Shawn never admits he’s sick. He’s very much a workaholic. Never stops until it’s its perfect. And he never wants to let his fans down. No matter what his condition is, he’s got to do his job. He’s been sick before, but it has never been like this.

“Shawn, baby. You can’t go. Your too sick” you tried to convince him as you scratched his scalp. You stared back into his tired eyes because you knew he could never resist yours.

He started to say things that made no sense into your neck, and you had to bite down on your lip to keep from laughing.

“Okay, how about this,” you start as you pulled away from his grip. You grab his hand and bring him to sit on a stool. You bring him his plate of food and then turn back around to make him tea. “after breakfast lets take a nap, and if your feeling better you can go, but if there’s any indication that your still sick I’m taking you home. No questions. Got it?” You give him a stern look, meaning business.

“I only wanna go home with you, baby” he joked with a smirk on his face. You can’t help but smile at his playfulness, wondering how this man can still make jokes even when he’s dying inside.

“Just eat, Shawn” you roll your eyes as you turn back around to finish his tea.

•••

Tiff brushed her hands on his shoulders, wiping off some excess fluff of the jacket, she pats Shawn’s chest and smiles “Alrighty, all set” she announced as she turned around to put away her things. You were putting in an earring when you heard his coughing, and it was the type of coughing where it sounds like mucus or some type of liquidy fluid in his airways. He was definitely sick, but’s he’s to stubborn to accept it.

You straighten the jewelry on your ear as you turn around, giving Shawn a look. “I’m fine” he muttered, his face red but pale, his eyes were droopy and didn’t have that enthusiasm they always had.

You walk to him, rubbing up and down his back. “Baby are you sure your okay?” Your facial features changed into concern and all you wanted to do was cuddle him and help him feel better.

He sniff loudly, turning back around to face you, his eyes were closed and he wrapped his arms around you as he placed his head on top of yours. “No, but I want to at least get through an hour of the show before leaving. Is that okay babe?”

You sigh as you placed your hands on his back, your head leaning on his chest. “But if you start to feel any worse before the hour mark, we go home. Understood?” You said sternly into his chest.

“Your hot when your mad” he murmured before kissing your hair. You chuckle at his comment before taking his hand and leading him out of the room to the car where Andrew was already sitting in.

You two sat in your seats, Shawn’s large hand gingerly placed on your thigh, his finger rubbing side to side. He sniffed a couple of times and cleared his throat. You placed your hand on top of his that was on your leg and his head turns to you. He smiled tiredly at you, the bags under his eyes more prominent than usual and the lids starting to droop. You pat your shoulder, indicating for him to lay his head on it. He shifts in his seat to reach your height and lays on your shoulder, his curls ticking your neck. You turned your head to lightly kiss his eye. “Go to sleep Shawn” you whispered as you watched his eyes flutter shut and his breaths evened out. You call out for Andrew.

•••

Shawn wakes up in a bed, the satin sheets cool against his bare chest. He coughs loudly and shivers. He pulls the covers over his shoulders. His eyes are closed, enjoying the feeling of the warm blanket.

Wait

He opens his eyes and looks around the dark room, the only light from the the sun setting coming for the window. He sees his suit layed out on a chair, his boots neatly placed on the floor next to it. He sees your dress hanging on the closet door and can hear some shuffling coming from outside of the room.

He groans and pulls the covers up to move away from the bed, his feet patting their way to the living room on the cold hardwood floor.

He leans on the door way behind the couch, watching (y/n) fold clothes as she watched something on the tv, the volume on low. She’s humming a tune to herself, slightly moving side to side to the music playing in her head. He admires her shoulders peaking out of the large shirt she’s wearing, many strands of hair poking out of her messy bun. He smiles and quietly makes his way to her.

He deeply breathes out as he massaged her shoulders. She yelps at the sudden contact, her hands letting go of the shirt she was holding, one hand flying over her heart. “Shawn, babe you scared me” she muttered as she picked up the shirt from the floor and stands up, walking around the couch to stand in front of him, cradling his warm, pink face with both her hands. “How are you feeling?” She asks as she pushed her fingers through his unruly curls.

He shrugs and places his hands on her hips, laying his head on her shoulder and lightly kissing her exposed skin. She kissed the shell of his ear and pulls head back from her neck and sets her hand on his forehead, her other hand coming up to his ear, her fingers playing with his earring. “You’re still a little warm, let me get you some meds and some water. Okay?” She starts to pull away from his grasp, but his hands pull her back into his embrace, a small oof coming out of her mouth and into his bare chest. “I need cuddles” he mumbled into her hair.

She chuckles and plants her hands on his hard chest to push away, her long fingernails grazing his chest hairs. “And you’ll get that too, but you need some medicine to make your headache and sore throat better” she walk away and into the bathroom, Shawn following her like a lost puppy.

He coughs as he watches her open the medicine cabinet, checking the description of each pill bottle. He watches her eyebrows furrow as she reads the small print on the bottles, her eyes squinting because she didn’t have her glasses on. She takes out one pill from two bottles and puts them back in the cabinet, shutting the small door thing. She walks around him and into the kitchen, going on her tippy toes to reach the cabinet for a glass and filling in with water. She turns around, her eyes widening at how close he really was, not noticing his proximity. “Take this” she says before getting a newly cleaned and folded hand towel off the couch and putting it under a running faucet. He takes both pills in one swig of the water as he watched her wring out the towel. She turned back around and takes the glass and putting next to the sink. “C’mon” She saunters to the bedroom and wait for him to get in bed before she did anything further.

“Okay, keep this on your head for five minutes, and we’ll see if your temperatures goes down okay baby?” She sits on the edge of the bed and settles the cool, wet towel on his forehead. She smiles sweetly at her sick boy. His eyes are puffier and more red than usual. He sniffled a lot more and his nose was a reddish pinkish color, along with his cheeks. He clears his throat again for the umpteenth and coughs. She gets up from her position on the bed, barely on her own two feet before she feels a large hand wrap around her wrist.

She turns back around and looks at Shawn, his pink lips in a pout, the wet towel on his forehead dragging down onto his eyebrows. Even though he's feeling the worst right now, you had to admit, he was so cute when he was vulnerable. “Please stay” Shawn whined, his puffy eyes closed.

You sigh and smile down at him. You kiss his nose, then both his cheeks before pulling away. “Let me finish with the laundry then I’m all yours okay baby?”

He whined in protest again but he let your hand go and you walk to your bluetooth speaker and connect your phone to it and play you calm music playlist, keeping at low for him before you walk out into the living room.

•••

The moon was shining when Shawn woke up. His head wasn’t pounding and his throat was less irritated. He looked around the room and he heard the shower running and the soft humming of his girlfriend coming from the bathroom, a strip of light coming from under the door.

He sat in bed, patiently waiting for (y/n) to get out of the shower. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and decides to do some writing while he waits for her.

He slowly got out of bed and picked up his guitar and his notebook and pencil and sat back down on the bed, his torso leaning against the headboard. He zoned out as he plucks a few cords until they merge into a tune and he puts words into it and when (y/n)’s coming out, one of his shirts like a dress on her, he’s got at least half of a song done.

“What’cha doin’?” She piped up as she ran her fingers through her wet hair, her cheeks pink from the humid air. Shawn jumps a little, not noticing her presence.

He stops playing and puts his guitar on the floor, leaning it against the bedside table. He closes his notebook, the pencil in the spot where he just was as he placed it on the table. “Just writing” he mumbled before clearing his throat again and closing his eyes, sleep coming back to him once again.

(Y/n) crawls on top of the bed and presses her hand against his forehead. “You’ve gotten better. I don’t think you have a fever anymore. Maybe you should eat something. Do you want me to make you anything?” She asked as she positioned herself to sit cross legged on the bed.

He just shakes his head and opens his arms for you to lay in. “You said you would cuddle but you never did” he whined, a pout on his lips. You chuckle and lean in to kiss his nose before falling onto his chest. He caresses your arm, forming goosebumps on your skin before he kissed your wet hair.

You two sat like this for quite some time, so long that his hand started to slow down its movements up and down your arm and his forehead kisses weren’t so frequent. After a while they both stopped all together and you crane your neck back to see his adorable sleeping face. Small even huffs of air coming out of his pink lips, that one curl falling into his eye.

You move up to kiss his forehead, then his ear before whispering “Sleep tight baby. I love you and I hope you feel better tomorrow.” Then you close your eyes and fall into a deep slumber in Shawn’s arms.

I’m sorry!!! I don’t know why I wait so long but at least I got another done. Anyway, excuse the typos if any and I hope you enjoyed! Pls reblog if you liked.

Ps: if you have any sick!shawn recommendations pls send them to me.

And only two more imagines before my masterlist is out! Woo okay gn mucho amor

Enjoy and reblog

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pinkdalias · 6 years ago

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The Happy Route

hello i’m like 2 years late to the party but juno and peter deserved a happy ending together so i changed the scene from the hotel into one where juno decides to stay.

Peter Nureyev was beautiful; he trusted Juno, even loved him--loved him enough to risk his life for him every time, trusted him enough to take Juno on his word and believe in his promises.

And he deserved a hell of a lot better than what Juno had just been considering.

"You know Juno, call me a fool if you like, but I think I may have fallen in love with you," Peter murmurs quietly, a yawn interspersing his tired words. Juno pauses, his heart lurching in his chest for a moment, and stares at the other man, whose eyes are falling closed.

"I..." he rasps, his brain trying to catch up with the sudden dizzy feeling blooming inside of him. A puff of air leaves his lips in some semblance of a laugh, and Juno is shocked to realise that he's absolutely delighted. "If you're a fool, that makes two of us," he replies, smiling softly. Peter lets out a soft, warm, laugh, barely more than a happy hum from deep in his throat, and turns his face into the pillow.

He falls asleep in minutes. Juno watches him in the dark for hours.

He can smell Peter's addictive cologne, and see the sharp teeth peek past his lips as he gently snores. Nureyev sleeps deeply, like someone who knows the tomorrow he's waking up to will be one worth showing up for. Lying next to him, Juno feels that way too. And suddenly, desperately he wants to chase a future of that feeling every day, with him.

So, he's caught. He's trying to decide what to do, because admitting that fact to himself is, well, scary. Which is ridiculous, of course: he's just survived days in an ancient tomb, escaped from certain death by Miasma, dealt his eye blowing itself up, and through it all Peter was the one there for him. Nureyev was the one who broke out of the tomb and came back for him, the one who cried out for Juno when he thought he was dead and desperately clawed at the door between them in an attempt to get him out. Nureyev was the one who said I love you first. Juno trusted him, and trust wasn't something he gave out lightly. In this place trust usually got you killed, but this time it had saved his life and given him something to hold on to.

However in this place, having something to hold on to just meant you would get hurt even more when somebody inevitably ripped it away.

But maybe, with Nureyev, it wouldn't have to be like that anymore! They could get out of this place, traverse the universe together, be free. Things would be different with him. Juno already knew that Peter Nureyev was the best thing to ever happen to him, would it really be so bad to let himself have that? To, for once, let himself love and be loved, to trust someone fully and be trusted back, to have something good all for himself? To be selfish? To be...happy?

And there. That was the problem.

Because Juno has seen it all before. It takes a lot of people to fill up Hyperion City: killer stars and runaway execs and starving kids and bad parents, old friends who made it, old friends who didn't, smugglers, murderers, mercenaries and mad anthropologists... master thieves. And private eyes. Juno's met enough of those people in his line of work, and he's noticed something. Everyone thinks they have got the answer.

They think they've found that silver laser that promises they'll be happy forever. But no-one's ever been happy forever. All those people chasing after all those promises, running full-tilt towards a thousand paradises that never were, and never are going to be, Steel, no matter how bad you want it.

And god, does he want it. But he can't have it.

Maybe he needs to just stop, to lie down and let all those other runners trample him in the hopeless dash for eternal happiness.

What would it be like, Juno wonders, if I walked away right now? If he put what he wanted aside to do what he needed, if he let himself get a little bigger and a little meaner along with the world.

If he left now, then he'd go home. Or, at least, he'd go to his apartment. He'd look out his window at the mansions floating above Uptown, the drunks drifting through the streets, the addicts who've turned their skin to pincushions and the powerful people who profit off every pinprick. He'd continue to be Juno Steel, private eye. But no matter what path he chose, this would always be his city. He wasn't proud of it, but it was.

So nothing, no matter how sweet, meant he could just abandon it. It didn't matter how much work he'd already done, didn't matter matter how acutely he knew he could barely make a difference here anyway. He'd given himself a responsibility to Hyperion City, and if he stayed here next to Nureyev, he'd be failing in that duty. If he walked away right now, though, (and he could walk away, because he knows Peter sleeps too deeply), then he could continue on with his life as its always been and always should be. Juno should be strong, and push his feelings to the side, because nobody can be happy forever, and no matter what he believes this couldn't be his paradise. He would walk out that hotel door and keep living.

Except, Juno thinks he might linger in the doorway for a minute. He'd pause, and look back into the hotel room to inhale one last glimpse of this fairy-tale future. And then he would walk away and go back to the real world, where he had duties and responsibilities.

But what if he heard Peter's voice, sleepy and innocent and confused, call his name as he walked away? Could he really leave after hearing that, after knowing that for a few precious moments Nureyev would be drowsily trying to figure out why there was a cooling space in the bed next to him, despite the fact that Juno had promised him, just a few hours before, that they'd leave and be together

And then he'd wake up and realise that Juno had broken his promise. He'd know that Juno had left, and therefore hurt him when he was most vulnerable. Christ, would he think that Juno had lied when he'd told Nureyev that he loved him? Could Juno really do that to him?

It wouldn't work, Juno reminded himself fiercely, there are no happily-ever-afters.

He had a choice, and he was stuck, but he knew which route was the one he was meant to take. Juno could see his pants across the room, his belt still in the loops. It would be so easy to slide out from under the blankets, pull them on, and leave without Nureyev knowing.

Then the man in question shifted beside him, unconsciously nuzzling into Juno, and Juno snapped back into the present. He looked down at Peter--his feathery black hair was splayed in stark contrast again Juno's pillow, and his skin was smooth and pale. He was tall and lean and graceful, even as he curled up fast asleep. His breath was warm where it ghosted across Juno's arm, and even though his eyes were shut Juno had the exact colour and astounding brightness of them memorised. Peter Nureyev was beautiful; he trusted Juno, even loved him--loved him enough to risk his life for him every time, trusted him enough to take Juno on his word and believe in his promises.

And he deserved a hell of a lot better than what Juno had just been considering.

Juno let out a shaky breath, still torn inside. He didn't let his gaze slip from Nureyev's face, though--he was all sharp teeth and cheekbones, high eyebrows and a soft expression. Cunning to a fault when awake, yet completely vulnerable and open when asleep. He wanted a future with Juno, a life with him, where they could freely explore the galaxy together and never be held down. A life where they could walk hand-in-hand around new planets and kiss on spaceships and con rich people together and be carefree and in love. Juno had promised him that, and he wanted it too. He wanted it so badly. It sounded like a dream, like he must have made Nureyev all up in his mind because nobody that good could ever want such a perfect life with Juno.

Perfection was a trap, though, and nothing was ever set out like one first imagined. The idea of a life exploring the stars with Peter sounded perfect, which meant it was only going to disappoint and hurt them both. Pessimism was a real kicker, but it was better than getting your hopes entirely dashed and shattered by life.

But with every deep breath Nureyev took next to him it got harder for Juno to remind himself of that truth. Because the man next to him had done the impossible before, and many times. Hell, he'd gotten Juno to fall in love with him almost immediately, which was a once-in-a-lifetime achievement all by itself, so why couldn't a future together be impossible? Why couldn't Juno just be happy for once, surely the universe owed him one by now! He wasn't naive enough to truly believe that life with Peter would be the dream his mind kept imagining, or that he'd be completely happy all the time, but...

Well, a life with Nureyev in it seemed incredibly happier than any other life Juno could possibly think of.

This might all backfire on him. Staying in this bed might be a mistake, he might end up coming back to Mars a week after leaving, and this whole decision might hurt more than anything else in his life. But for Nureyev, for this trust and love and this impossible future together, Juno was willing to try.

He never did hear what Peter's voice would sound like calling after him, faint and confused. He never had to, because he never walked out of that hotel door alone. Juno made his decision, and the screaming half of him that was bursting with emotional attachment issues insisted he was making the wrong choice, but the quieter, in-love part of him soared with pleasure.

It was a lot easier to listen to the in-love part of him when he slid deeper under the covers, curled his arms around Nureyev, and felt him snuggle closer to him and unconsciously let out a happy sigh.

They left Mars together, hand in hand, and Juno watched Hyperion City get further and further away until it was just a blur in a haze of orange dust. Then he looked at Peter, who was already gazing at him with bright, bright eyes and a soft, excited smile. His kiss was as soft as ever, and his arms around Juno were still sure, firm and reassuring.

Peter Nureyev took Juno to the stars. He dragged him through vibrant nebula and showed him dying suns; he pointed out the glittering silver of far-off stars against the ink of the void and found pictures within them, engaging in the universe's biggest game of connect-the-dots. Together they travelled to Venus, and Jupiter, and Mercury, then flew to the Andromeda Galaxy and all its solar systems, than traversed even beyond that. Nureyev showed Juno planets with blue skies and an abundance of green grass; he compared Juno's beauty to constellations, held him tightly at the slightest of indications, and divulged to Juno about his past. He bought (or stole) him jewellery and guns, and when Juno was upset about his current sharpshooting skills Peter gifted him intricate knives and gently kissed his eyelids until Juno smiled.

In turn Juno told Nureyev about himself. He covered for him and kissed him and explored the forgotten corners of the universe with him. He tried on Peter's glasses to make him laugh, and went to fancy parties and told ridiculous stories and stepped forward into Nureyev's embrace every time. However no, he wasn't happy all the time: there were still wounds to be bandaged and panicked, terrified situations; there were arguments and disagreements and petty circumstances, bad moods and painful memories and sad anniversaries. But Nureyev was there for him through all of it, so Juno readily returned the favour.

And, Juno was stunned to realise, for once in his life the good seemed to outweigh the bad. Juno saw things so beautiful he'd never even dreamed of them; he'd stumbled upon adventures and created memories with Peter by his side. The dark nights were overshadowed by warm, languid mornings curled up tightly together, and easy days where Juno got to hear Nureyev's rich laugh, velvety voice and honey compliments for as long as he pleased.

So it wasn't perfect, and it wasn't constantly happy, and sometimes it didn't feel like a dream or a fairy-tale. But Peter Nureyev was the best thing that had ever happened to Juno Steel, and he was never going to let that go.

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