#he probably liked mints at some point.. poor guy...

[bootlegatari]

My man is thinkin' about some candy.

[jiyonami]

“Inarizaki with a manager who…” randoms !!

warnings: reader is reserved, fem reader, swearing, platonic or romantic idgaf

IDK bout’ you guys, but every time I think about Inarizaki having a manager, I think about someone who:

Is stereotyped as your typical “quiet” and “reserved” demeanor girlie when in actuality—she just finds herself in a difficult position to open up to the boys. 😓

- I mean, who wouldn’t have a hard time, they’re like top two in the nation and HIGHKEY intimidating to be with, I have respect 4u girl. 🫡 but a job is a job. Kita recruited you since he had to balance his club and academics at one point (also following the coach’s suggestion).

Also should I just mention that you are such a beauty??? Like, maybe if you weren’t so pretty and mysterious then they wouldn’t be bothering you so much just to talk with you!! 😾

- Suna tries to small talk with you sometimes, keyword: tries (his way of trying is giving you the most unnoticeable hints that he wants to talk with you).

- Whenever you begin to feel tired during a long day in practice, Osamu won’t just let it slip past him and hands you some of his mint candy that he has to help you stay awake as he suggests. Yall chill like that🤞

- You and Kita are the ones who are always together, since you guys discuss about the team’s schedule and strategies alongside coach. But that’s just about it.

- Aran and Omimi tends to help you with your duties, especially if it requires lifting heavy weight or a lot of items to carry. We love gentlemen. 🫡

- Riseki is TOO shy to chat with you, but he’s trying his best I swear. 🥲 Your glamorous self just makes him feel like standing beside you feel like a huge offense.

- The closest (🤏) I would consider to be close to you is proably Akagi and Ginjima, they were the ones who approached you with a warm welcome and introduced you to the team as they showed you the ropes of being a manager.

As for Atsumu? I’m gonna need a whole separate section for him hol’ on.

- How do I even start with him.

- Because for the first time, he doesn’t attract your attention, he’s chasing for it.

- You’re supposed to praise him! fangirl over him! shower him with your undying attention! Not just awkwardly standing there and nodding every now and then! 😾

- Can’t you see how hurt his pride is. 😞 (his fault for expecting too much tbh 😹)

- His last straw was during when he was practicing his sets and you were there to watch. So when you approached him, he was expecting the words: “wow you’re amazing Atsumu!”

- Your response?

- “Miya you should probably extend your arms further more so you have better accuracy on the ball.”

- his jaw dropped to the floor.

- YOU? THE MANAGER? giving him TIPS?

- and what’s worst is that you were right and it genuinely improved his sets slightly better, oh he’s never forgetting about this.

But even after all that, you genuinely just could not bring yourself to be close and open up to them, your reason? a lot.

- The volleyball team of Inarizaki is undeniably well known around the campus and to be their manager is either a curse or a blessing.

- actually scrap that. It’s a fucking curse.

- number one. the top on the damn list. their fangirls.

- the amount of them that question you about the team is just too much for your poor social battery to handle. You were their victim number one to harass about the team. (props to Aran for always saving you during times like these 🙂‍↕️)

- which is also why you have a set of rules to yourself whenever you encounter one of the members in the campus: 1) walk quickly past them in the hallways, 2) only talk to them when they initiate it first, and 3) to never bring up anything about them around the campus.

- number two would be the team itself. why? very self explanatory. 😊

- you do not get an ounce of peace and rest around those guys. Especially Atsumu’s endless cycle of jokes and teasing just to get a reaction out of you.

- and that one time Osamu accidentally served a ball towards you. You were on the tribunes just taking notes. WHO SERVES AT THE TRIBUNES.

- but its okay, he bought you a snack as an apology after that on the convenience store run on the way home. His motherfucker of a twin however just laughed at you like a maniac.

- also the amount of strays you have to pick up during practice is EXHAUSTING. Being their manager made your spine feel like 85 years old.

However, you are genuinely such a hardworking girlie🥹 your actions spoke louder than words, it’s just your way of showing you care for them but sometimes you just don’t feel like it’s enough and you don’t think they notice it either because of how reserved you could be.

- Inarizaki’s volleyball team was independent, they didn’t need a manager.

- which is what they think.

- because ever since you arrived, Kita has felt a heavy weight lift off his shoulders (++ coach too). You’ve genuinely helped them in ways that you didn’t deem possible

- you also took notes of the smallest things or even the quiet observations about the team on your notebook (e.g. “Make sure Atsumu doesn’t forget about his water” or “Osamu gets grumpy if he skips meals” etc.)

- Although they may not be vocal about it or have mentioned about it—the team just has so much respect for you. To be able to manage a team like them is impressive. They don’t think anyone would be able to top your managing skills EVER.

So yeah, it kinda just went on like that… not for long. You strictly kept a classmate relationship between them and just went on being their manager—you do your job, but you kept a distance. That is until Inarizaki gets their win against another strong team.

It wasn’t anything serious or sad with what became the turning point in your relationship with the team, I’d say its very Inarizaki like.

- It happened when Inarizaki won against a really strong team, the game was fierce and stressful to watch, but in the end they were able to snatch the gold.

- Undeniably, the boys are all hyped. “We should celebrate! C’mon let’s go out to eat!” Akagi says as he excitedly suggested.

- the others agreed with the idea, especially a certain twin. On the way, they all discussed their orders and plans for later. In the end they all decided to go for ramen.

- You on the other hand kept silent. You decided it was best for you to go home already and let them have their fun, your social battery was draining anyways.

- which COULD’VE been the plan.

- Until Kita turns around to your direction, then offhandedly says: “You’re coming too right?”

- your brain short circuits.

- it doesn’t help with the fact now that the rest is also waiting for your answer.

- is this what they call peer pressure. 😵‍💫

- but it was in this moment that you realize that—they actually want you to be there. Not just as their manager, but as part of the team.

- So you agreed.

- It was a warm moment when you guys were inside the ramen bar, everyone made an effort to include you, making stupid jokes, teasing you slightly, sharing food, etc.

- And, probably for the first time ever, you were laughing with them.

- And, they all just. froze.

- Because they rarely saw you express emotions around them. Heck, not even a laugh!

- They all glanced at each other and nodded, yep, it was like they had antennas saying their common goal: to see you smile more.

In the end, Inarizaki needs a manager who can handle their shit—and love them anyway.

WOOO kinda short but hope u guys enjoyed, I just kinda wanted to share my thoughts BECAUSE every time I write about Inarizaki having a manager, I always imagine someone who’s just keeps to herself yk, but thas js me🤷‍♀️ Thats why I chose Haerin for today’s layout because the personality matches her sm lowk omg

I kinda wanna make this a series tbh, LIKE that one shiratorizawa series in Ao3 I FORGOT THE NAME but you guys know right….. right.

[meihuasu]

So Reveal Yourself Completely

Okkotsu Yuta x Third year!Reader

Your second goodwill event doesn't go the way you thought it would. You wanted to protect your newly minted junior, instead you ended up being defeated embarrassingly fast and exposed yourself at the same time.

Note: some liberties since we don't know who else was in the 2017 goodwill event, kirara uses she/her pronouns

//i have no idea how to explain this but just know in my mind this reader is from osaka

Last year, you had been dragged to the sister school goodwill event just to make up the numbers. You'd like to think you did pretty well if you ignore what happened with a certain someone from Kyoto.

This year, you had some high hopes that not only would you not be recruiting one of the four first years but that you'd get to finally escape that humiliation. No one tells you that some third-year has been put out of commission, no one tells you that one of the poor first years is joining, and no one tells you that the first-year joining is your white-jacket, problem-child junior.

You only came to learn of this when you had heard a familiar set of panicked footsteps from behind.

Whipping back, you can't help the shock that cross your face. "Yuta-chan?"

"Why are you here?" Then as if suddenly remembering, you slap a hand over your mouth before baulking, "Oh my god, he's going to get destroyed!"

Hakari, who's just a little ahead of you, only sneers, "He'll be fine, he isn't that helpless."

"Kirara-chan, do something!" You turn to your other friend, grabbing her by the shoulders.

"Sorry, but we needed the numbers," She shrugs.

As if unaware of what attending the goodwill event really means, Yuta only anxiously looks around, his gaze shifting from the third years, to your fellow second years and finally on you. You don't know what that glimmer in his eyes is, whether its tears or simply his natural state, but as he looks at you with that shaky and dependent gaze, your heart softens.

And the thought of someone else bullying that expression out of him, it just makes you irritated.

Resolving yourself, you place a hand on his shoulder, "Its fine, just stick with me, okay?"

"If anything happens, I can protect you."

From behind, you can faintly hear a certain someone making fake gagging noises.

All too quickly, he bows at a near perfect 90 degree angle while yelling, "I'll be in your care, thank you!"

"Tch, quit acting as if you're going to win the whole thing for him. You're just going to make him do all your dirty work," Hakari jeers.

You direct a withering glare at him, lips pulled into a grimace that gets him raising his hands in mock-surrender. "Sheesh, damn okay."

Someone is still making gagging noises, and you're certain that if you look back, she's probably pulling a ridiculous face too. Its honestly getting a little excessive, even Yuta is trying to check on her.

"Ignore Kirara-chan, she's a little touched in the head," Sighing, you wave her off.

"Hey!"

"Uegh! Ew! Get off me! You aren't a cat coughing up a hairball on me!"

Before the goodwill event actually happens, you've managed to catch your junior up on the general rules as well as sneak in some additional training. Though there's just this nagging feeling that you've forgotten something important, it isn't something like forgetting to turn off a plug, more like something way, way worse.

Its only when the day comes that you suddenly realise what, or rather who you forgot.

Spinning on your heels, you grab Yuta by his shoulders, ignoring the loud thump that comes from your abandoned tetsubo.

"Yuta-chan, if you see a big guy who's probably shirtless and saying crazy things, run the other way," With utmost seriousness in your voice, you even give him a little shake as if to further cement your point.

He trembles, all but jumping under your touch, "Huh?? What???"

"Just run, do not listen to him, do not talk to him, RUN." Shooken again, his face twists into a mix of confusion and fear.

"You may not be able to completely outrun him, but hopefully he'll have found someone else while going after you."

Then, as if the gods heard your desperate prayer, the very source of your panic seems to manifest from thin air. That near oppressive aura, one that doesn't rely on cursed energy but rather through sheer presence, almost pulls a desperate tear from your eye.

"(l/n)!"

A hot tear really does flow down your cheek, and though the quick glance of your dear junior's concerned expression is enough for that tear to become one of joy, you can't help but to turn your gaze towards the ground.

"Don't look away! You will tell me your type today!"

"Senpai what is he talking about?"

You look to the man in question, a wrathful glare that would otherwise have anyone watching their attitude directed at him. "Todo always asks people he meets what their type is, except he was a bit too rough with me last year and I got half my answer out."

"He kept pestering me at the infirmary and I agreed to tell him this year if he manages to break out from my technique," With a sigh, you let go of Yuta and pick your tetsubo back up.

"Which I will."

"I hope he won't."

Todo, now pleased that you're aware of his inevitability, turns his attention to the now quivering first year. He points at him and declares, "You're next, first year."

He only points at himself, an absolutely terrified glimmer reflecting in those large eyes.

Before anything can be said, the sharp sound of the starting whistles blares through the skies. Your body moves on instinct, urging Yuta to follow along before you can get targetted. In your heart, all you can do is hope Hakari sticks to the plan the three of you carelessly came up with.

Holding out your hand, you let out a half-grin, "Come on! Let's get out of here before Kinji-kun gets too fired up."

Though he hesitates, eventually a coolness slots into your palm and with a quick tug, you've dragged him along in your swift escape. His fingers dig into your hand, holding onto you as if you're his only lifeline.

When you think you've put enough distance and all you hear is the wind and your own footsteps, only then do you set him down in a clearing.

Most of the participants this time around aren't really worth spending that much energy on, and the only really big nuisance is— of course— Todo himself. If you get too tired, you won't be able to run from him. Glancing at your companion from the corner of your eyes, a brilliant idea surfaces.

You call for him, a hint of mirth lines your words, "Yuta-chan, you don't mind handling yourself for a bit, do you?"

"Eh, me? Are you sure I can? I don't want to drag you down anymore than I am." Wide-eyed, his voice wavers a little.

Amused, you only hum, "Maki-chan told me you've improved a lot, and all that's here are some low-level cursed spirits and washed up grade 3s."

"Don't disappoint me, 'kay?"

At that, he flushes a little but gives you a determined nod.

And you'll admit, he's actually pretty good considering his complete lack of jujutsu knowledge prior to coming here. The fly-heads that's come after the both of you are quickly cut down the moment he realises they're there. Though he struggles a little with the larger ones, it isn't to be unexpected.

Comparatively, there isn't any student approaching you right now which you're both thankful and a little annoyed about. Its always when you resolve to do nothing that nothing happens.

She was right though right now he's still clearly reliant on that sword of his.

As he takes on an undulating cursed spirit, you furrow your brows. Beneath your feet, a strong current of cursed energy comes from behind Yuta. Unfortunately for whoever it is, they've just leaked their position to you. Lazily, a large hand bursts out from besides you and shoots through the dense forest. From the gaps in the trees, you can see some third year struggling in your grasp, physically clawing at the apparational fingers and trying to overwhelm it with a small burst of cursed energy. Narrowing your eyes, you only tighten your technique's grip, a satisfying crack echoing in the distance, before you throw them against a nearby tree trunk.

Only when you no longer feel their cursed energy does the hand retreat, disappearing back into the ground.

Kurata, you think? He would've been a bit of a nuisance if he targetted Yuta, and then he'd get to see him all determined and cute. It was for the better you took him out now.

Flicking some ooze of his sword, he turns to you. "Senpai, are you okay? You look a little distracted."

"Hehe, are you worried about me?" A small whistle of delight tinges your words, "I know I'm cute but you should focus on what's about to charge into you and not me."

His eyes dart away, a heavy flush spreading across his face as he splutters, "N-no! That's not— I mean, I—"

Another huff of laughter puffs from your lips, your hand covering your mouth as if it could hide your clear amusement.

Something flying past at high speeds suddenly buzzes in your ears, and your expression drops. Thinking for a second, you place a hand in front of Yuta to stop him. "Wait a bit, Nishimiya-chan is being annoying again."

Instinctively, you look up to catch the front end of a broom and without hesitation, cursed energy starts to surge before a large hand erupts from the ground. In an instant, it grabs onto the broom and whips its owner downwards towards the ground.

You almost feel bad, though not bad enough to really give her a fair chance.

A faint hum of cursed energy comes from besides you and with a quick glance, another hand reaches up from the ground to crush the lunging low-level cursed spirit in its palm.

When you look back to the fallen Momo, you flip the tetsubo in your hand, the cool metal stinging your skin as you smile, "No hard feelings, yeah?"

Before she can respond, you slam the wooden handle onto her, knocking her unconscious.

Flipping your weapon back around, you turn back to check on Yuta only to find him staring at you wide-eyed and awed. It almost looks like he's rooted in place, a hint of flush at the tips of his ears.

"You're really cool…" He blurts out.

"Eh?" A hint of laughter tinges your voice as an incredulous grin spreads across your lips, you only point to yourself.

As if he had said some foul thing, he raises his hands as he rushes to explain himself, "I mean y-your technique is really cool! The way you can just grab someone out of the air like that! And then you just crushed that curse so easily!"

You didn't think he could get any cuter, if he keeps this up, you'll just want to keep showing off in front of him.

"Of course," With a prideful flourish and a faint flush at your ears, you smile as you tap his arm with the end of your weapon. "I'll tell you a little secret."

"My cursed technique detects and goes after cursed energy, so as long as someone or something has enough traces of cursed energy, and I know they're there, I'll be able to grab them."

"And since you got so much, if anything happens to you, I can just pull you out of the way so you don't get hurt."

"It won't be fun though, Kinji-kun told me it's like being on a really bad rollercoaster."

Now that you think about it, he said it was like a not-up-to-code rollercoaster and that the car had flung off the tracks, and the seatbelts were strapped everywhere around him. You remember the first time he said that, you whacked him with your tetsubo and then got hit by his train doors.

He averts his gaze, his shoulders shrinking into himself. "I hope not, I really don't want to burden you anymore."

Your lip catches between your teeth and your brow furrows. You raise your hand, pulling a sharp flinch from him until he notices how gently you're patting his head. His hair is surpisingly soft, a little like petting a dog. When he still doesn't meet your gaze, your hand trails downwards, gently gripping his jaw between your fingers.

Clearly, he wasn't expecting you to do that. His already wide eyes seem to tremble, more profound than when Todo singled him out.

"Idiot, its our duty as your seniors to help you and care for you, okay?" Huffing, you let out a half-smile, ignoring the way your heart clenched when he flinched. "And who said you're a burden? You're clearing out everything I don't wanna deal with."

"And you're doing great at that."

Giving him one last pat, you urge him to keep up as you stride off, "Now come on, we've got more points to rack up."

"Yes!" And as if you'd breathed new life into his lungs, your junior perks up and chases after you, his steps nipping after your heels.

An odd quietness seems to fall upon the two of you, you can't seem to sense anything nearby and any noise is too far away to be approaching you. Yuta switches between walking ahead and trailing after you, seemingly undecided between the two paces until you force him to follow your pace.

Though, you can't quite seem to shake an ominous feeling.

Offhandedly, you roll your wrists. "You know, I'm a little surprised we haven't—"

In your chest, that feeling throbs and when you turn around, the split second that you're afforded is all you need to regret your previous words. Though you're fast enough to use your cursed technique and summon two pairs of hands to grab onto whoever snuck up behind you, they quickly break out of it.

"Shi—!" Before you can react, you're slammed back into a tree, your head crashing heavily against the sturdy bark. Though your head swims with pain, you grit through it to quickly drag Yuta out of the warpath and encase your attacker in your manifested hands.

Though faint, you hear someone calling for you.

When your vision clears up again, you find your worst nightmare obediently remaining in your grasp. You won't say his expression is one of pride but its definitely something similar to it. You're about to summon another hand to crush him when you realise he's being a little quiet for your tastes.

"Why aren't you moving?" You sneer.

As if it was obvious, Todo merely shrugs. "You can't answer me if you aren't conscious."

"Is it really that important to know?" The pain that wracks through your form seems to be forgotten in favour of your almost incomprehensible confusion, and though a dark spot suddenly appears in your sight, you push through it to continue griping, "You're just going to call me weird!"

He ignores your hesitance, casually breaking out of your technique with a flourish. "Of course! The shape of a person's desire is the true indicator of their very being!"

Despite his freedom, he abides by what he said, patiently waiting for you to catch your breath and regain your grip on your weapon. You aren't the kind of person to go back on your promises, but surely someone like him wouldn't understand.

Left without a way out, you close your eyes and blurt out, "I also like men who are like abandoned dogs in the rain and who cling to me!"

Nothing but the wind and distant clashing echoes in your ears, not a hint of cursed energy thrums in your senses nor an approaching strike to slam into your form. Cautiously, you take a peek only to find him staring at you with a weird look, as if trying to figure you out.

"Say something!" Despair tinges your voice, the lack of response all but wringing your already throbbing brain.

His features shift, a slightly more pleasant shift that seems to entail a kind of approval. Slowly, he approaches you, even as you grip onto your tetsubo tighter.

"You know what you want, I can respect that," As he comes closer, unimpeded by the hands that reach out to stop him, his voice now beared a hint of acclaim. "You must not let the opinions of others distort what your soul truly desires."

"Stand proud, (l/n)."

At a loss for words, all you could do was blankly stare at him. "That's actually kind of nice to hear from you."

A rustle from the bushes interrupts the tension as a figure in a white jacket emerges from the foliage, clearly more than a little ruffled up. Him appearing now is the complete opposite of what you want, you thought you flung him far enough!

Yuta reaches for you, just a step too late before he's dragged back by your technique. "Senpai!"

"I see it now, I won't hold back." In a single move, Todo clears the distance between the two of you, those last words a portent of your impending defeat.

More hands burst out from the ground to restrain your opponent, and though brief, you manage to maneuver yourself behind him. Striking the back of his head with a heavy swing of your tetsubo, the reprieve you get is temporary as he quickly whips around.

Before you can pull yourself back, another heavy strike lands on your stomach, pushing all the air from your lungs. You can feel blood pool in the back of your throat, and though you swing back with your weapon, he merely shrugs it off.

Just as he lands his final blow, you yell, "Get out of here!"

When you open your eyes, it isn't to a dark night sky but to a tall wooden ceiling. You've been all bundled up in some thin sheets and your head feels like its been put through the wringer, all the blood in your body rushing to your brain. Out of the corner of your bleary vision, you catch the hint of dark hair and instinctively shoot out.

A gentle yet anxious voice rings in your ears, "Senpai, don't rush yourself."

"Yuta-chan!" Though you can barely see, you can just about make out the vague sillohuette of your junior sitting by your bedside. Your hands reach out to grab him, panickedly running over his face and arms to feel for any injuries. He stiffens, though quickly relaxes when you move to his hands. Your throat hurts a little from dryness, but not enough to stop you from asking, "Are you alright? You weren't beaten too badly right?"

"I wasn't, thank you for worrying about me." He shakes his head, averting his gaze to stare at your lap.

Then as if realising something, he fumbles for something by the bedside. As your vision clears, you find him presenting a small cup of water for you to drink.

Accepting it, your fingertips briefly brush against his as you smile, "Ah, thanks."

"Did you manage to escape Todo?"

"Uhm…"

"How about everyone else? Did you run into some troublesome Kyoto student?"

Under your rapid questioning, he seems to only shrink into himself even more, as if afraid to answer you. Furrowing your brow, you can only sigh helplessly and let up. Even if he's special grade, even if he has Rika, you can't help but worry that he got bullied and someone got to see him all scared.

In a small voice, he carefully meets your gaze. "Rika helped me, apparently we managed to defeat everyone."

"Ehhh?" Incredulously, a smile creeps up on your lips.

Placing a hand on his head, you ruffle up his already messy hair as you laugh, "I knew our cute junior would be good, and Rika-chan is such a sweet girl to help you out."

"You both did so well."

Yuta seems to melt beneath your touch, the tenseness in his shoulders slipping away as his pursed lips finally relax. He's really cute like this, so much so you can't help wanting to tease him a little more.

"As a reward for winning, I'll fulfill any request you have." The moment he processes what you said, a soft flush spreads from his cheeks and yet, though you expected him to panic and refuse, he shyly urges for your attention.

Almost too quietly, you have to strain to hear him. "How did you answer Todo senpai's question last year?"

"Seriously? That's what you want?"

Your deadpan response earns you the reaction you were expecting earlier, the young man in front of you fumbles with his hands as if unsure where to put them, sputtering trying to explain himself.

"I told him I liked men with long legs, sad eyes and a voice that makes my body seize up," Humming, you recount the exact words you said last year. When you look over to check on him, there's a complicated glimmer in those dark eyes, the eye bags beneath them somehow a little heavier. With a whistle of humour in your voice, you reach out to tip his head up. "Weird huh? Kinji-kun thinks I just want a loser to bully and Kirara-chan thinks I want a dog."

"But a boyfriend who listens to my every whim and want all the while being able to put me in my place is especially appealing."

"Too bad its hard to find someone like that…" With a wistful sigh, you can only lament the state of men nowadays.

As you do so, the front flap of your uniform falls over. Your fingers reach out to fasten it but you notice that the metal button is no longer there, probably ripped off during your encounter with Todo.

Suddenly, he murmurs, his voice squeezed from his chest, "You will find someone like that—"

"—You deserve to fall in love with someone you like." The sudden conviction that seemed to run through him leaves you speechless, your lips parting instinctively.

When he looks at you like this— far different from his usual demeanour— your heart drums harder. The fact that something as silly as your off-handed complaint about dating could get you such an earnest response, you just can't explain this feeling.

It just can't be helped, Maki is a little too headstrong and doesn't want to depend on you, Toge just says things that gets him glared at and well… Panda isn't that bad, just a little nosy. Your own seniors aren't particularly interested in the affairs of you juniors either. This kind of honest care is a little foreign in this world.

You smile, a soft flush of your own burning at the tips of your ears. "You're so cute, if you find someone like that, send them my way, 'kay?"

Yuta quickly averts his gaze, his face getting even redder as he shyly nods. The mirthful breath that leaves your lips doesn't go unnoticed by him, nor does the delighted smile, glancing back at you as a smile of his own creeps up on his face.

From beyond the small infirmary, the low murmur of a familiar voice echoes.

"I see, I see," They continue, muttering to themselves as if plotting a radical new scheme. "(l/n)'s type and Okkotsu's type…"

"I can hear you, you know!"

[xoxosuii]

But Mama, I'm in Love with a Rockstar.

Rockstar!Kasuki Coming Home To Be Met With A Warm Bath

✶⋆.° SYNOPSIS When your boyfriend comes home from a long tour with his group, drained from going to state to state in America. All he wants to do right now is take a bath with his sweetheart with the burn of cigarette in his mouth right long with it.

⋆✴︎ cw: rockstar au. fluff. suggestive themes. slight cigarette kink? . tags will be updated if needed.

𓇬˚𑁍ܓ w.c: 1.9k

You were in the kitchen, the sound of onions and peppers being fried in a pan.

You were cooking dinner, Katsuki's favorite. He was coming home from nearly a long month tour. Having to go across nearly two, maybe three, states just to sing with his group.

Now, you didn't like that he was always away for long periods of time, but you wanted him to continue his career. You didn't want to be one of those types of… what do you call 'em? 'Stop your career just to be with me' types of girlfriends.

You was gonna let your man get his money, one way or another.

Your humming was cut off with the sound of keys jingling and being out inside the door lock, unlocking and being pushed open.

"Babe, I'm home.." A tired callout came from him, sounding like he just got done working a nine times five hunched over a desk. He dropped his bags near the front door, hanging his keys on the key rack.

He groggily took his shoes off at the apartment door, fixing them before making his way into the kitchen.

You felt muscular arms wrap around your waist, his head finding comfort between the corner of your neck before taking a deep breath.

"Hmmm.. Missed you s'much, baby. Been so long.." He breathed out, making you giggle.

"You were supposed to let me know when you came home! I was gonna run you a bath while making dinner.." You turned the stove off, putting the top over the oven as you let him kiss you up and down your neck.

"I wanted it to be a surprise."

"Well, much for a surprise."

He chuckled, pulling back just enough to let you turn around and face him. "Poor baby, you look so tired.."

You held his cheeks before smushing them together to make him look like he's pouting.

"I am." His response was muffled before he grabbed your wrists, kissing your pulse point softly.

"And what'll make me better is you, and you alone." You smiled as he pulled you into a kiss, instantly sliding his tongue between your lips and into your mouth.

You whimpered a bit, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands traveled around your waist, forcing you closer to him than necessary.

"Baby⸻"

"Just a little longer. Please.. " He begged, not pulling away.

How could you say no? THE Katsuki Bakugo begging? Felt like a trophy. To you at least.

You just hummed as you guys continued kissing, saliva being mixed around in each other's mouths. The taste of mint toothpaste and a hint of cigarette was in his mouth, knowing that he was probably smoking before he came home.

The sound of soft moans came from you guys, filling the empty room. "Lemme' get your bath running, 'Kay? Then we'll eat so you can rest."

He let out a soft whine before letting you go. "Fine. I'll go unpack my bags."

He gave you one last peck before he went back to grab his bags from the doorway, heading back towards you guys' bedroom.

You smiled as you watched him make his way to the room before heading to the bathroom yourself.

You flicked the lights on, the instant humming of the fans starting as you turned the tub on, making sure it's hot enough for him.

You went through the mirror cabinet, grabbing Epsom salt and some soothing bubbles for his muscles and body.

You made your way back to the bath, sitting on the edge, putting the drain stopper in and pouring the salt and bubbles in, making it smell like Lavender inside the bathroom.

You used your hand to feel the temperature and mix the substances together to make sure everything was spread evenly.

"Smells good in here. " He disrupted as he walked inside, only in his T-shirt and boxers this time.

He had an unlit cigarette in his mouth, pulling it out and putting it behind his ear.

"Yeah, used your favorite. I know it helps when you're sore after practice sometimes." You let the bath finish filling up before turning it off.

You stood up, standing in front of him. "Put your arms up."

"I can do it myself⸻"

"Up, don't talk back. I'm supposed to be helping you relax."

He let out a small Tsk, but he complied. (Good boy vibes.)

You grabbed the hem if his shirt before lifting it above his head, making sure it didn't snag or catch his ear piercing.

You then threw it in the hamper.

"I can do my boxers, thank you very much." He quickly interrupted before you could even say anything, causing you to smirk.

He tugged his underwear off, throwing them in the hamper as well, now standing naked before you.

You stared at him, biting your bottom lip.

"Like what you see?"

"No, I love it." You replied as he walked past you into the bath, making you smack his ass as he did.

He looked back before glaring at you. "Watch it."

"What? It was right there. " You giggled before you left the bathroom to get fresh, dry towels.

You heard the water move around, letting you know that he was in the tub.

You walked back inside, setting the towel on the sink. "Feel better?"

"Much. Thank you, babe." You smiled as you walked closer, sitting on the edge before kissing his cheek. "Anything for you. You just sit and relax, okay?"

He hummed a bit before grabbing your hand, intertwining it with his. "Can you grab me a lighter from the dresser drawer? Please?"

" 'Suki.."

"I know, but please. Just this once, then I'll stop." He kissed your knuckles, making you go soft.

You sighed, knowing Katsuki never went back on his words and that he's been doing a little bit better with smoking over the past couple of months.

"Fine, but this is the only time, okay?" You warned, squeezing his hand just a little bit as you got up, leaving the bathroom to head to your shared bedroom.

You stopped in front of the dresser, opening the first drawer and seeing that it was under some of his socks. It was a regular orange lighter with his first and last initials on the bottom. You dug it out before placing everything back in place and closing it.

You knew why he smoked. I mean, just imagine dealing with everyone in his band. Going around the world. But being able to see you as much. Kirishima talking, well, yelling his ear off, and Denki and Sero nearly arguing about the smallest things. Mina was just Mina; she could never do anything wrong. I mean, he loved them, but still.

But anyway, it was just stressful. So, he kinda caught the habit of smoking; the burning in his lungs just… comforted him in a way nothing else could. But when you came around, he started smoking less because you always remind him how bad it was for him, so he tried to limit it. Tried.

"Found it. " You said as you walked into the bathroom, handing it to him.

"Thank you." He said again, grabbing the cigarette from behind his ear and into his mouth, lighting it.

The tip turned cherry red, and he inhaled, the smoke filling his lungs as he blew it out his nose, making sure it didn't go anywhere near you.

"Okay, I'll let you relax as I finish dinner."

"No," he grabbed your hand before you turned to leave. "Join me, please. I just.. I wa.. I need you."

You could hear the sincerity in his voice, like if you left, his heart would just shatter.

"But this is for you, you're supposed to be relaxing." You teased a bit, but his grip didn't loosen.

He continued to hold on. You took a deep sigh, rolling your eyes as you realized he's never gonna let you leave.

"Fine, fine, big baby. I'll join you."

"Am not a fucking baby."

"Katsuki."

He gulped, clearing his throat before apologizing. He knew you hated when he cussed around you.

"I'm sorry. I meant, I'm not a baby. "

"Are too." You argued back.

He tried not to smile as the words left your mouth, now letting your hand go so you could undress.

"Whatever.." He mumbled, not actually having any bite to it as he took another drag, watching you undress.

You started taking your clothes, just having a T-shirt and jighersion since it was cooler in the apartment. You didn't have any bra or panties on because..who would in the comfort of your own home?

You stepped into the now warm water, shivering since you've been cool all day. He smirked as he watched, helping you inside and making you straddle him. "There you go, pretty girl. Look so good on my lap."

He complimented, running his hand up and down your back. You let out a small giggle. “Stop, feels ticklish when you do that."

"Oh really?"

" 'Suki, don't. I'm not having no tickle fight in the bath."

"What did I do? I didn't even do anything." He said, putting his hands up in surrender.

"I see the look in your eyes." You told him, grabbing his face.

He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, letting his teeth show as he smiled. "I really did miss you, Y/n."

He took another drag, this time holding the smoke in his lungs.

Your eyes softened. "I know, I'm just glad you're home." You mumbled before leaning in, about to kiss him.

He pulled away. "Nuh uh, you know I don't let you kiss me when I smoke. Don't want you tasting that."

"I don't care, it's just smoke.." You told him before kissing him, running your fingers through your hair.

He grunted a bit, gripping your hips, and he kissed back, not bothering to be gentle.

He accidentally exhaled the smoke in your mouth, making you moan softly.

He pulled away, eyebrow raised. "A little freak from smoke, huh?"

"Shut up!" You hit his chest, slowly feeling his cock get hard under you.

"How about you show me another way to help me relax?"

a.n: UGHHHHHH.. This was just an idea, like a headcanon really, but I lowkey feel like this wasn't his personality..I dunno. Sorry for the delay on the smut, I just gotta give me time to actually write it out when I can. Tell me how I did guys!! And if I should do moreeee?! Okay, my pubssss goodnight.!! Or good morning!

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[lmlknn]

Too calm

Pairing: Platonic! Shiratorizawa volleyball team x Male! Tokito! Reader.

Warnings: Bad words (?), body type description, using the word "deadpan" too many times.

Summary: The Shiratorizawa High School volleyball team was known for its great power, but one of its prodigies was too calm, even selfless...At a camp that was organized with the intention of sharing knowledge, the other teams are surprised by this prodigy.

Notes: English is not my first language, any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

The Shiratorizawa team entered with an aura of power accompanying them, but what surprised them the most was seeing a boy with long black hair with mint green tips.

His mint green eyes were expressionless, and his serene face gave him an air of disinterest, but what surprised them the most was his height; he was probably the same height as Hinata, but he was still part of such a great school.

He was next to Ushijima and Tendou; on his shoulder hung the backpack where his belongings were.

Hinata tried to run towards the strange member, but the grip that Sugawara had on him prevented him from doing so.

—Kageyama, did you see him!? —Hinata asked full of emotion. He was more indignant than surprised. How had a 1.60 skinny guy managed to enter Shiratorizawa and he hadn't?

—It's good that we're all together now; If some of you don't know me, I'm coach Nekomata, from Nekoma. If you don't mind, we can have a little match so the other schools can see how their teams are doing. —Nekoma's coach was old, and (M/n) couldn't help but feel confused.

What was such a big man doing here? Was he a volleyball fanatic like coach Washijo?

All the coaches agreed and made little pieces of paper with the names of each team.

Honestly, (M/n) didn't know any of them and didn't remember any prodigies either. Well, Aoba Johsai was the exception, since the rivalry that the captain of said team had with his was strange, at least from his point of view.

He sneaked up to Semi, since he was the closest one. —Senpai, what teams are they? —he asked in a low voice.

The older man shuddered at the fright that (M/n)'s appearance produced in him. —Ah, they're Fukurodani, Inarizaki, Nekoma, Aoba Johsai, and Karasuno—he answered. With each team he named, he pointed at them so (M/n) could locate them without problems.

—Okay, thanks, Senpai. —He walked away again, waiting for them to name the teams that were going to play.

Minutes later, their coach arrived with his characteristic frown. —Get ready, it's you against Karazuno. —Without further ado, they began to warm up under Ushijima's command.

—Poor crows, we're going to bury them —Tendou mocked. —Don't be so harsh, they're just resurfacing —Reon replied.

Both teams were warming up, but the baby crows' gaze couldn't be taken off of (M/n)'s figure.

During the entire training, they couldn't find anything relevant; Although his flexibility was greater than expected, it was not something incredible, his movements even seemed weak.

The whistle blew, indicating the start of the friendly match. The players took their positions and Shiratorizawa let Karasuno make the first serve.

They received it easily and Shirabu was quick to position himself under the ball to quickly place the ball.

Ushijima's left foot soon connected with the ball and thus the first point of the match was scored. The other teams watched the match with interest.

The mysterious player who represented (M/n) was motionless, in the right corner. His mint eyes observed the trajectory of the ball; his posture was relaxed, he showed no intention of running to make a shot or to block or simply make a reception.

Surprisingly, Nishinoya managed to elevate Ushijima's shot and, taking advantage of the fact that Tendou was not in the lineup, Kageyama placed the ball to Hinata, making a quick one.

Hinata aimed at (M/n)'s position as he was confident that he wasn't going to make any move to receive.

His confidence was destroyed the moment the ball was blocked; (M/n)'s still expressionless face managed to send a shiver down the spine of the entire crow team.

His jump was incredible, and his reaction speed even more so. With a smile, Tendou cheered on (M/n) from the benches.

With both feet on the ground, Hinata watched the opponent in disbelief. The brown and green orbs came together; the tangerine felt intimidated almost instantly.

How had he guessed where Kageyama was going to aim? How did he manage to block the ball with such calmness?

(M/n) returned to his position, giving a small nod in response to the praise he was receiving from his team.

Ignoring the surprised faces and some gaping mouths from all the other spectators. The whistle blew again, confirming the point in favor of the eagles.

It was Shiratorizawa's turn to serve and, to Karasuno's nervousness, the person who had just blocked Hinata was the next to serve.

A small flame of hope flickered in their hearts; (M/n) couldn't be good at everything, right?

Of course he could; after all, Shiratorizawa was one of the most powerful teams in the prefecture.

The ball was in (M/n)'s small hand, he took a few steps back, bounced the ball four times and held it in front of him.

When the whistle reached his ears, the ball was thrown upwards; (M/n)'s movements were very fast, impossible to capture.

The sound of the ball crashing against the ground was the only proof of the powerful serve that (M/n) had made.

—What the hell!?

—When did he hit the ball!?

Although surprise had invaded everyone present (except for his team), (M/n)'s face remained unperturbed.

A ball fell into his hands again; he turned it in his hands at the same time that he walked to the same place where he had served.

—I'm going to receive it! —Nishinoya shouted with an almost palpable determination. —Oh, I wouldn't be so sure —Tendou answered upon hearing Nishinoya.

The ball rose again, with the gaze of more than fifty people on it. (M/n) ran after the ball and hit it with the palm of his hand.

The movements were fast; The ease and delicacy with which he performed them made it seem like he had performed them millions of times.

The surprise increased in the spectators; the force with which the ball hit the ground did not correspond to (M/n)'s physique.

His body was slender, he looked like the uniform was going to eat him up because it was so big, he had arms that looked like spaghetti (according to Oikawa's kind review), and from his expression, it seemed like he didn't care about volleyball.

But even so, the strength, speed, technique and skill were undeniable and above all powerful. The whistle declared the point for Shiratorizawa, since Nishinoya failed to lift the ball.

The tension was beginning to be felt on the shoulders of the crows team; Shiratorizawa was already at set point.

"Give them a calmer serve," Shirabu murmured. (M/n) turned his gaze towards Ushijima, seeking the approval of his captain.

With a small nod, (M/n) heeded Shirabu's request and made a simple serve.

Even so, Karazuno had trouble receiving it. With Daichi's shouts for the reception he made to be covered being answered by Asahi, Kageyama took possession of the ball again; his gaze fell on (M/n)'s position, he showed no intention of moving, and his gaze was fixed on the ground.

"I'm going to do a feint," Kageyama thought. Hinata had already started running, which would be the perfect decoy for his "plan."

The setters of the other teams who were watching managed to pick up on the small signals that Kageyama gave, even if they were very discreet; they trusted that Shirabu or some other member of Shiratorizawa would not be able to pick up on said signals due to the heat of the intense game.

Like a blur, (M/n) moved closer to block the ball; soon, both of them entered into a battle of strength.

The power that (M/n) exerted on the ball was greater than Kageyama could handle, and with a frustrated sound from the crow, the victory of the first set went to Shiratorizawa.

“The little guy has great power,” Atsumu said. “What if we take him to Inarizaki?” he asked in the air, receiving murderous glances from the eagles who managed to hear him.

They started the second set. (M/n) was now in the center of the first row, his face just as expressionless, without a single drop of sweat on it.

The ball went back and forth from each side of the court; the points were going in favor of Shiratorizawa, Karasuno no longer knew what else to do to be able to collect more points.

With frustration, Hinata decided to spike only in the direction of (M/n), trusting that at some point he would have to tire and they would start to fail, giving them the opportunity to win.

He shared his great ideas with Kageyama, who, although he was not very sure, decided to support the idea, since they no longer had much to lose.

Every shot was blocked or received perfectly, but the first-year duo of crows' spirits rose to heaven as they saw one of the many shots they had tried to score finally succeed.

They watched (M/n)'s reaction; in fact, everyone was watching him at that moment, as they wanted to see something more than the typical face of disinterest (misinterpreted), but his reaction was the same.

His mint green eyes followed the ball that rolled slower and slower, without a hint of frustration at seeing that he failed to reach the ball or something like that.

With the same expressionless face, (M/n) turned around and walked back to his position. Anger grew in Kageyama; while his team was giving it their all, this kid didn't even bother to pretend to fight.

He clenched his jaw, as an attempt to calm his anger. "It seems that the effect that (M/n)-chan has on the setters is always the same," Oikawa said mockingly.

It was true, Karasuno's first-year setter had had the same reaction as Seijoh, Fukurodani, Inarizaki, and even Shirabu and Semi when they played matches between the team.

"As long as I don't go to the same extreme as you, the reactions don't matter," Iwaizumi replied. "Ack!" "I already told you that was a mistake and I deeply regret it!" he defended himself.

On the crows' side, the afternoon Kageyama was beginning to affect all the other players. "Don't let this affect you, Kageyama-kun!" "We can beat them!" Sugawara spoke, trying to cheer up his kohai.

"Kageyama! Give me all the balls! I'll make him give us some reaction!" Hinata shouted. This brought comfort to the team; no matter how the match progressed, Hinata was always willing to try harder.

“You heard me, give it your all,” Keishin said. With that, the players returned to their positions; Shiratorizawa’s lineup had changed: Tendou was in the front row while (M/n) was in the back.

“Are you in a new mood now?” “Too bad, we’re going to crush you,” the red-headed third-year mocked.

“Tendou.”

Ushijima was the one to stop his mockery; with one last smirk, Tendou turned to look at his captain. “I’m just defending (M/n)-chan, Wakatoshi-kun.” (M/n)’s gaze went to the red-head.

“I’m sure (M/n)-kun doesn’t mind what’s going on at all,” the captain replied. Both third-years’ attention went to the mysterious first-year.

Although he kept his expressionless face, Tendou and Ushijima understood that it was true that he didn't care about the other team's comments and/or actions.

Yamaguchi came in as a pinch-server. Out of nerves, the ball headed to (M/n), who didn't have much trouble getting into position to receive the ball.

The screams of the entire gym began after the ball fell before it reached (M/n)'s arms.

—YES!

—VERY GOOD, YAMAGUCHI-KUN!

Another ball was handed to Tadashi; repeating his movements and hoping for the result to be the same, he hit the ball.

But unfortunately, he put too much force into the hit, waiting for Shiratorizawa to let go of the ball; he was surprised to see that (M/n) had run to receive it.

The skill with which he manipulated the ball gave the impression that it was going where (M/n) wanted it to go.

Shirabu placed the ball, but there was no one to shoot, or at least that's what Karasuno thought. They watched as the quick attack that had begun to represent Karazuno's monster duo was executed by (M/n); the difference was that he had looked for a place that was not in the range of the other players.

With that last play, the game ended, declaring Shiratorizawa's victory.

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After Karasuno's embarrassing defeat, the other teams dedicated themselves to training and occasionally playing other games. Their schedules were tight, as they got up at seven in the morning, had a small breakfast, started training at around seven thirty, rested at two, ate, had a game and the rest was free time.

However, Shiratorizawa had a different training regimen: they would go out for a run at five in the morning and train from seven to three; they would eat and watch whatever match was on. Once they were done, they would train again until seven; thus, they finally had free time.

Thanks to the camp, various teams of setters, captains, aces, liberos, etc. had been formed.

The setter team was finishing training their positions; they had agreed to share their knowledge after each training. Even Kenma, Shirabu, and Semi had agreed to participate in said training.

—Semi-san, I have a question about a certain member of your team. —Sugawara broke the silence. —About who? —answered the other platinum.

—(M/n)-kun is very calm, I would dare say disinterested, but his talent in volleyball is surprising. —The attention of the other setters soon fell on the conversation.

—He is a good boy, he is dedicated and, although he has natural talent, he has practiced very hard to get where he is. I know that he seems disinterested, but he has a great passion for the sport. Just as Semi finished speaking, they passed by one of the gyms that were in the place where they were staying.

The sounds of shoes squeaking against the floor and the ball hitting the ground caught their attention; the other sub-teams had already finished training, so they did not know who it could be.

Inside the gym, (M/n) had just jumped to do a jump with a floating serve, for the first time in all their time in the camp; they saw him a little more agitated and with sweat running down his face.

They saw him walk towards the ball cart, grab one, throw it in the air and run after it to receive it skidding on the ground, stand up quickly and continue hitting the ball.

A gasp of surprise came out in unison when they saw how (M/n) fell to the ground after his ankle was bent.

Although the setters outside of Shiratorizawa wanted to help him, they were stopped by Shirabu. —Don't intervene, (M/n)-san is very hard with his training.

At the same time, the black-haired man stood up, threw the ball again and made another serve. —Semi-senpai, Shirabu-senpai, could someone throw me some balls to finish? —asked (M/n). His voice was serious, though it wasn't as thick as they expected.

“Hey! (M/n)!” Kageyama shouted. (M/n)'s gaze went to the blue-haired boy, waiting for him to speak. “Why do you play volleyball?” Kageyama asked.

“Why should I answer you?” “I don't know you, you're just another player,” (M/n) replied defensively.

“Come on, (M/n)-chan, I'm wondering the same thing too,” Oikawa added with a playful smile. “I don't even remember their names.” “If it's not for something important, don't talk to me.” Without waiting for an answer from his setters, (M/n) turned around to pick up all the balls that were lying around and go take a shower.

But the question still lingered in his mind. Why did he play volleyball? His memories were shrouded in a fog; his first clear memory was of him training until his legs failed. I didn't know why, but volleyball has been around since the beginning.

Why would I give up something I was good at? I didn't know why I played volleyball, maybe I had made a promise, maybe it was just a coincidence...

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Singing Songs and Being Kidnapped

ectoberhaunt24 day 3- archaeology fandom- dp x dc TW-none summary- Danny is bored and is making it everyone's problem

ao3 masterlist part 2 of APVG

Danny had grown bored and had started tapping his foot. He’d been humming at first but the bag over his head muffled the sound. (He’d been humming the chorus of Staying Alive. (the only part he knew) It was funny. Sue him. Actually, please don’t. He only had two nickels and a mint edition signed Dumpty Humpty record to his name. But you’d have to pry that from his cold, dead (well deader) hands!)

 But wait! He just had to be louder so he could be heard through the bag over his head. So, instead of just humming, he started singing out loud. He had an excellent singing voice no matter what Sam and Tucker and all his classmates and teachers and other Amity Parkers said. He made it through the song’s chorus ten times, trying his best to make the instrumental sounds with his mouth. He started wondering what other songs he could sing when he was so rudely interrupted.

“Will you stop it!” screeched the smelly man currently in the room guarding him.

“I’m booooooored!” Danny complained trying to flop back dramatically, forgetting he was tied to a chair so all that happened was a tiny shuffle.

“I don’t care!” the guard said. “Look,” the guard sounded like he was pleading, “They’re on the phone with Wayne now, which means Batman will probably break in, break my kneecaps and rescue you soon. Please don’t make my life anymore miserable in the meantime!”

Awww, poor guy. He was just trying to do his job. Maybe Danny should be nice. Nah. They’d kidnapped him, now they had to deal with him.

After singing the chorus of Staying Alive approximately more times than he cared to count, Danny started branching out into the choruses of other songs he knew before deciding just to start singing the song that never ends, because it goes on and on my friend. Someone (Danny) started singing it not knowing how it ends (that’s a mystery even the Ancients can’t solve, except for maybe Clockwork) and know Danny’s stuck repeating it forever just because, it’s the song that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend someone started singing it not knowing how it ends and now we’re repea–

Batman broke through the wall (leave the poor guy alone, he's allergic to doors) to find a henchman curled up in the fetal position, sobbing, and a kid who Batman could swear was one of his even with the bag still on the boy’s head.

Batman secured the goon, who still hadn’t stopped sobbing, before stepping over the man and removing the bag from the boy’s head. 

Yup, that definitely looked like one of his. He squinted. He didn’t think he adopted anyone recently, but…

“Thanks, Mr. Bat Furry Man. Sir.” said the young boy who immediately stood up, the ropes falling away.

The teasing and being able to escape the ropes, were two more points toward this being one of his kids.

“Hn.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok. Don’t get your spandex in a twist.” he said, rolling his eyes.

This had to be one of his! He even understood the bat-grunts!

“Glad you’re okay.” Batman placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll see you at dinner.” Then he leapt up, creating a hole in the ceiling. He then immediately jumped behind an ac unit, hissing as the light of the sun hit him. 

Curse the sun! Gotham wasn’t supposed to have sunlight! What was this? Some new villainous plot? Where was the smog? The smoke? The darkness!?

Down below, Danny blinked up at the hole in the ceiling, then looked down at the still crying henchman. “Well that was weird.”

Though… If the henchmen thought he was a Wayne kid, and Batman just called him son… did that mean… could Wes possibly be right?! But no, that was ridiculous! Surely, Batman would know his own kids!

Then again, he did remember Sam mentioning that there was a whole boatload of Wayne kids, and Wes had mentioned that the number of Bats pretty much lined up with the number of bats, and that the times of adoption lined up with the reveal of each new bat.

But whatever! Danny didn’t care! He had his own problems to deal with. Batman would just have to have dinner without him!

With a look toward the now unconscious henchman, Danny turned invangible (invisible plus intangible) and flew out so that he could return to the class.

Following his classmates' ecto-signatures, he found his way to a museum where he dropped into the middle of the group letting go of his ghostliness.

“Finally, took you long enough.” Sam muttered.

Danny rolled his eyes. “It’s not like I missed out on anything. I’ve seen most of this stuff on the jobs I do for Clockwork.”

Tucker smirked. “Speaking about your jobs for Clockwork,” Tucker motioned to where their classmates were huddled together in front of a mosaic, “look at what they found.” 

Danny shoved his way to the front, forgoing intangibility just to annoy them. Then he caught sight of what they were looking at and promptly turned green as a green tomato.

“Hey, Danny, why didn’t you tell us you looked so good in a dress?” Paulina snickered.

Danny turned even greener. “It’s a toga!”

His classmates snickered, and Danny flicked his fingers at the floor, covering it in a layer of thin ice. They yelped as they lost their balance and tumbled to the floor. Danny snickered, before darting away when they tried to pull him down too.

While Danny couldn’t wait to go home, being able to have fun with his class one last time before they all went their separate ways for college was really nice.

[multiwreckedmess]

[9:42pm] Prologueish

i'm so sorry cheater!yunho this is all i can write right now

a prologue of sorts. OHHHH they're so fucked UUUUUP

WC: 1.4k

because it's a prologue you probably DON'T need to read the previous entries, I'll link everything at the end though do not worry.

Standard disclaimer, this is meant for 18+ and my blog is 18+ please do not interact if you are not 18+ because I AM OLD. You don't WANT to interact with me just as much as I don't want to interact with YOU. This content is not intended for YEW.

This fanfic is, as the genre defines it, FICTIONAL. It is in no way a representation of Yunho or any Ateez member.

TW/CW: Fem!reader. Voyeurism. More details below the cut.

TW/CW: cnc voyeurism? Idk how to tag it but shit's fucked up. PIV sex, protected sex (ayyyy change of pace), yn is called babe and princess, backshots. Use of terms "bad girl" and "naughty girl".

There's too many people and you can feel a slow sickening trickle of sweat slip down your spine. Curse this cheap Shein sweater made of essentially recycled plastic that suffocates you along with the eyes of the crowd.

Realistically it's a medium sized mixed party but really mixed party is enough to start the waterworks for you. It's not so big that it would break the imagined firecode of the house you're in. Yet the combination of fabric and pressure starts to strangle you slowly.

Of course Yunho is here. He's always here. Thats what you get for fucking within the friend group. Mistake number one, or maybe number two after allowing yourself to stay friends with him after your break up. Not that there was a choice, shunning him would be social suicide. The mear suggestion of casting yourself as the ice queen, cutting out a staple member of the gang. Worse, allowing yourself to be pitied. The poor girl who couldn't keep her man's eyes from wandering, and what good were you if you couldn't keep someone as good as him.

He's here chatting up some girl, as usual at this mixed affairs. He's smart, you see, he fucks people never to be heard from again. Randoms at bars or parties or friends of friends that don't care to know the history. Girls who just want to fuck a guy not lying about his height for once.

Hanging on your newly minted boyfriends bicep you find yourself smiling and nodding along with a conversation that you've long forgotten the point of. Surely it can't have moved too far away from some simple small talk. Sports or entertainment, something uncontroversial and benign. Your boyfriend laughs, you laugh. You follow his moves and before long you'll be home and asleep safe in your bed.

You can feel Yunho's eyes even as he's leaning casually against the wall. That bitch touching his chest. No, she's not a bitch and he isn't yours. Really she's doing you a favor. He's moved on and so have you. Clearly you've moved on, you have your new beau and he's here with you and clearly you're in love because you're laughing so much with him. Your smile brightens at the thought.

"Right babe?" your boyfriend turns his head towards you, nodding. "Whatever you said, hon," you smile and lay your hand on his chest. Eyes darting you make sure that Yunho is still watching this pageantry. With a wink you kiss your boyfriend's cheek for good measure. "She's too good! Too funny!" The other person laughs, seemingly satisfied with this answer.

When you look back, Yunho is gone. Disappointing waste of an excellent performance. The girl is gone too. Good, good riddance. It was only right that both of you had moved on to dating outside the friend group. Who didn't like to expand their horizons and it certainly made breakups less awkward. It wasn't like you were avoiding him, you just needed to make sure your boyfriend didn't feel abandoned.

As if on cue your boyfriend squeezes your arm, leaning over to whisper to you. "Hey, if you need a break I can hold my own just fine."

"Yeah I think I'll just grab some air, it's a little warm right?"

He leans over, his lips aiming for yours but you lower your gaze and they hit your forehead.

"You know how I feel about PDA," you whisper.

He squeezes your ass with a smile, "I know but can you blame a guy for trying? You look beautiful."

The sliding glass door is already unlocked, the early autumn night air hits your face like a drink of ice water. Some distance from the party would be good. It's good that your boyfriend noticed. It's good that he cared. It's good that he wanted to kiss you. Everything is good even though Yunho was there talking with, well, who he was talking with didn't matter. It doesn't matter because you're doing so well.

There's a light on in a second floor bedroom.

The light shouldn't be on.

The second floor was also technically a break from the party. Someone should make sure that nothing was being stolen. But you're the only one in the yard, you're the only one who would know. The bathroom was also upstairs, you could use a quick bathroom break. Really you were just being a good samaritan it wasn't that out of the way, not being nosy at all.

You keep repeating that thought as you go up the stairs. Fingers gripped to the bannister as if you were in your own personal horror movie. Isn't this how most heroine's die? The din of the party masks the sound of your feet and the groan of the floorboards. The bathroom at the end of the hallway is wide open, warm lights lovingly winking at you. The bedroom door is partially cracked open, you'll just take a quick look.

But why is your heart beating so quickly? Really you aren't doing anything wrong. And if the light was just left on, you can quickly turn it off, save the host some on the electricity bills.

You look through the crack in the door.

It takes a second for your brain to process what your eyes are seeing. At first it's just a strange dark moving mass on the bed. As you stare you start to make out two bodies, moving together. Two people, fucking. One curled over the top of the other, hips landing hard blows while the other is face down in the duvet, gripping for dear life. And then the person on top looks up and makes eye contact with you through the crack.

Yunho.

Standing frozen, trapped, watching as he leans down and bites the shell of the woman's ear, eyes still locked with yours. Her entire body reacts, twisting in pleasure below him. It's wrong to keep watching. Your cunt throbs. The woman doesn't know you're watching, it's wrong to keep watching. But you aren't watching her, you aren't registering her, you're locked on him.

"You like that?" He purrs. It's clear that it's as much for your benefit as it is for the woman below him. He unfurls from on top of her, steadying himself with his hands on her hips. "God I love watching you," his lips twist into a sickening smile, "bad girl."

Legs bolted to the floor your can feel your core slicking. Yunho adds a particularly loud groan just for you. You know it's for you. He pushes his bangs from his sweat slicked forehead, pausing to let his cock sink deeper into the woman below him. She tries to scramble to her hands, into a more dignified position, maybe even to crane back into his chest to steal a kiss.

Yunho places one of his massive hands between her shoulderblades and shoves the weakened woman into the duvet again. Pushing her head into the sheets and snapping his hips into her for good measure. You hear her squeal, it's clear she's loving it.

"Gunna cum? Gunna cum for me?" He smiles as he looks at you, still stuck.

Your fingers twitch. The growing pit of shame and arousal itches in your veins.

He looks glorious, sweaty and panting. Mouth dropped and eyes rolling as he tries to focus on you. "Take it. Fucking, just like that, fucking take it."

Pulling out you watch him continue to pump his length, peeling the condom off and tossing it casually to the side. Fully engorged, prominent vein running up the top, still as delicious looking as you remember. He sighs as he cums, spurts of release spraying over the woman's upturned ass. "Fucking love that don't you, naughty girl?"

The spell breaks and you scuttle to the bathroom. A layer of slick coating the gusset of your panties. Your pussy puffy and sensitive as you try to clean yourself. Washing your hands you can't look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. For once you don't care how you look.

Yunho is leaning against the wall as you exit. A smirk crosses his face. All it takes is a stretch of his long arms to bar your path. "Nice to see you." "Likewise." He brushes a few stray hairs on your head into place. "I think we'll be seeing much more of each other." "Yunho," you voice warns, unable to look up at him. "Let me go." He quietly steps to the side, motioning you forward. "After you, princess."

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1x22 - Tuxedo Hill. We made it. The last episode of season 1.

I just love how he comes in, sits down and immediately folds himself into this small, friendly, non-threatening lump. And Eames lets him do the talking because she knows he is great with kids.

I would've loved to have seen him with the Eames clan children at a family party or something. But, then again, he'd probably spend his time at the kids table and no one would be able to draw him away from it. And Alex would just fondly shake her head and hand him a hotdog and let him be.

Will this be haunting the narrative? Who knows... we'll see.

The rent for her personal space must've been cheap with the way he is leaning into her. And the small glance he does up at her right after he leans in and starts pointing things out. He's checking to see if he is allowed to lean in that much. And she doesn't even move, she is totally alright with him crowding her.

Eames: We have no idea what you just said.

One look and the way Eames just states it. She doesn't trust the guy. At all. The whole scene, she doesn't even want to take her eyes off of him for a second. And Goren is just there, looking for mints essentially.

Goren: It's a tight fit. Eames: Fine for me.

Yeah, well, Eames isn't 6 foot 3 and built like a fridge. Maybe he should've lain off the veggies when he was younger? But as we all know she hides impressive power in her small frame. It's not about size but how you use it. (...yes, I know what I said. Dirty minds...)

I love this. He just made that pilot question a few things about himself. And all that with barely moving. Robert Goren, making men question things about themselves since forever probably.

The vibe here. This feels like Eames is doing a Goren move. The calm, unmoving lean in the back. Just observing. Being a presence. Good to see they swap their roles sometimes.

Eames giving the dog the once over before looking at her partner like she's hoping all this will hopefully lead to something quickly and he isn't just cuddling the dog and being ridiculous.

Goren: We're throwing them an engagement party.

Eames knows he has a plan. And Carver also realizes this is going to involve some of their usual tomfoolery that gets people to confess.

Goren: What fanatics do to us with guns and bombs you tried to do with an accounting trick. Don't you think for a minute that you deserve anything better than they do.

Oh-ho, Goren is pissed. This is his anger shining through. He doesn't make a difference between white-collar crime and violent murder. It's all crime to him and he hates when people think they are in any way better than others just because they "only" cheated people out of their money.

This kind of anger is what happens when you grow up poor. A disgust for people who think they're better just because they have more money. And knowing about Goren and his situation, I can't imagine they had a lot of disposable income when he was young.

The last shot of the season is them looking at each other and him starting to grin.

And this is it, folks. Season 1 is done. I'll do a brief interlude (short video of my favorite overall moments) and then we're off to season two. And all new crimes and wacky characters. And characters we love to hate. (*cough* Bitch-ole *cough* *sips water* Sorry, had something in my throat.)