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Superman’s Drunk Love

Pairing: Clark Kent (David Corenswet) x Male Resder

Length: Short story (idk word count)

Story: Clark picks up his drunk bf as Superman

NOTE: (I’ve never written fanfiction before, I only ever read it. I need better tricks on how to motivate, how to come up with a plot and how to create better dialogue. I’m better at science than I am at English)

(Not checked spelling)

It was around 11:30 when Clark began to worry, you hadn’t come home yet and the dinner (His best in the world, fluffy pancakes) he had made for you was sitting in front of him going colder my the minute. He knew you were out on a bottomless brunch with Lois and some friends, something about a girls night out for those at the daily planet and apparently you were nice enough to be invited. you had told him you would be back by 11:00, you never went back on your promises.

I mean he couldn’t help but be nervous, what had happened? how much did you drink? are you drunk? Are you safe? The great superman is worried like a mother for his boyfriend, It wasn’t until a call from Lois sounded from his phone when he rushed over, fumbling around with the small device in his huge hands like some panicked dog with a toy. He immediately pressed the large answer button on his phone.

Clark - “Hello?! Lois thank goodness, is he there? How is he? Is he drunk? Is he dying-“

Lois - “Just calm down Clark, he’s fine just a little tipsy…”

A loud crash could be heard through the phone followed by a deep loud groan of a very drunk man that had definitely not just flipped an entire table over and landed on his back, now covered in the alcoholic contents that had previously decorated the table.

Lois - “yeah he’s very drunk actually, just get here fast Clark. He’s looking miserable, he was wailing for you just minutes ago like some big baby. The girls have left and I’m in no shape to drive him so come pick him up Smallville, superman isn’t a bad boyfriend is he???”

Clark groaned at her jab at superman. He still hadn’t told you about being superman out of fear of retaliation, he truly wanted to tell you but he couldn’t muster up the courage. Lois found out when she had previously dated the great man of steel, I mean he also never intended to say anything but everyone knows that once she had set her mind to a goal, not even metropolis’ greatest hero could stop her from seeking the truth

Clark - “I’ll be over in two” he sighed

Clark hung up before looking over at the tray beside the door, he forgot you took your shared car. You were blocks away drunk and he had no effective way to get you home quickly…

Superman it is…

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You had been sat outside for a while now, Lois had stayed until the cab she orders with the last of her money arrived, effectively standing you outside the illuminated bar. Luckily it was a warm summer night, otherwise your absence of a coat would really be making your already drunken body suffer even further.

You thought it was probably best to start walking when you had felt a rather large hand grasp your shoulder, it was warm and comforting to the touch and held no malice in its grip. You turned only to yelp at the appearance of the man of steel himself, smiling at you. You stood in a daze, seriously how drunk are you? Superman is in front of you, seemingly talking to you though you could hardly make out the words as you stared at him in awe.

Superman - “c’mon let’s get you home shall we?”

Before he could pick you up, you backed away stuttering and waving your arms in front of you.

You - “Heyyyy watch it Mister steel man, have… A… um a… BOYFRIEND”

The last part startled Clark a bit as you shouted, a small tingle in his chest almost made him start beaming with pride. You were so very loyal to him. Just as he was about to pick you up like he would do to tease you as Clark you had defended yourself.

You - “He wouldn’t like to se you touch me like that. Only my clark can hold me like that!” You were swaying and blinking rapidly to keep awake. Then like clockwork you had immediately started to frown and sulk, “I need to tell my boyfriend I want to marry him”

What…

Clark had to use all his strength to not blush hard and kiss you, you were out here proclaiming your love for him, wanting to marry him without realising that he was stood right in front of you. Even while drunk you still adored him, like he was your personal Greek god.

Before he could even say anything he realised you weren’t there, that’s until he looked down to see you, sprawled out, snoring.

You are so damn adorable!

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You yawned as your rose from your slumber, a deep crack resonated from your spine as you stretched. Your eyes adjusted to the light peaking from the curtains as you led in bed, now sat up.

You were at home? You remember getting drunk just not what happened after, who picked you up?

You then felt around pair of arms snake up your waist and drag you down, a large head rested on your shoulder with the arms now pulling you against the recognisable muscle wall of your boyfriends chest and stomach. Clark’s thick voice rumbled next to your ear

Clark - “Good morning honey”

You relaxed into his grip, Clark reaching round to make you look at him. His eyes were heavy but filled with love, love all for you as he leaned in to place a tender kiss to your lips, smiling against you. You grinned back into his lips, sharing the sweet moment for as a long as possible. That’s when it hit you, you never made it back in time for dinner with Clark.

You - “Oh Clark! I’m sorry for coming home so late I didn’t mean to go get so drunk!?”

He laughed lightly, his chest bumping into you with every small gasp of air, you look at him confused at the lack of anger. Clark carried on chuckling while squeezing you tighter to himself

Clark - “I love you so much.”

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Notes:

- That’s all I could muster up in about 2 hours fo writing before I go on a trip.

- I want to write more though now and I want to write more superman fanfic, specifically David Corenswet’s superman because he’s so fine.

- I need to work on spelling, grammar and my word variety. I feel pretty bland when it comes to writing

[myeshq]

Hi gang, I heard requests were open for KPDH and . Im feral so :3c

Hear me.out.. fourth member of huntr/x (trans man) x Romance... where Romance is like, pining HARD and reader is trying so hard to act uninterested and turn him down but bro is just too pretty...

❝ CUPID’S KISS ❞

PAIRING ➢ Romance Saja x Huntr/x trans!male reader

SYNOPSIS ➢ Romance was used to getting any heart he wanted—a simple air-kiss thrown here, a wink thrown there—but what he wasn’t used to was his heart getting captivated. And by you, nonetheless. As the fourth member of Huntr/x, you had an image to uphold, both as an idol and as a demon hunter. But when the demon is just so pretty, it is difficult to resist.

CONTENT WARNING ➢ no use of y/n, fluff, stupid boys flirting, slight kissing, Romance’s flirting, Romance’s real name is Jae-Hyun (courtesy of @filijester)

WORD COUNT ➢ 2.1 k

a/n: wassup man, you heard right! djsdjaksjdksjs this request is so cute, thank you so much! hope I did it justice and that you like it!

MASTERLIST, TAGLIST

It was supposed to be just another signing event, like any other your group had had during your time as idols.  You sat down next to Mira, nodding at your manager, Bobby, to show that you were ready. He had told you how some of the fans had even slept over at the sidewalk, which made you chuckle and shake your head. You knew some of them were… enthusiastic, but that was another level.

The girls waited for you to put your pen together with theirs, and you smiled as you all said in unison, “Happy fans, happy Honeymoon!”

You knew the routine by now, being the only male member in Huntr/x. Which is why, as the doors of the room opened to welcome your many fans, you were very well prepared to be fawned and sipped over for the next hour. Your hand was already moving to sign your picture, ready to hand it over to the first fan in line.

What you weren’t ready for was your rival idol group, Saja Boys, to stand there, looking as perfect as ever. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the figure on the far left, his stance casual despite the smug smirk that was displayed on his face. Moreover, his pink fringe didn’t hide the way his eyes had already made contact with yours and it took all of your power not to let yourself be swept into the dark pools of them.

Before you were able to gather your bearings, Rumi had already declared that the Saja Boys would be joining your signing event. As you turned to stare incredulously at her, the one known as Romance had already sat down on your left. He looked over at you, smiling, as he took the pen out of your fingers, signing the picture in front of him, and handing it over to the first fan in line—not once breaking eye contact.

The brief contact made shivers rush up your spine and you had to stop yourself from leaning into the touch. Instead, you swallowed your sigh and turned to the fans, grabbing another pen, trying to ignore the heat of his stare and keep up the smile on your face that felt even faker by the minute. It was difficult though, when he refused to divert his attention to anything else than you—not even the fans got a simple glance their way. You scoffed at his total lack of care for them, focusing on that fact instead of on the fact that his constant attention was making your cheeks increase in colour.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the corners of his lips lifting, as if noticing everything you were trying to keep from him. Not even a word from him, and he could make you flustered. The fact amused him so much that he stopped signing the fans’ photos all-together, instead opting to lean closer to you, his arm lazily draping over the back of your chair. You shot a glare his way, and all he did was smile in response.

You went back to signing the photos, though slightly more distracted by his proximity. Then, when your hair was falling in your eye, you tried blowing it away with your breath. But before you could, Romance’s hand had reached out, tucking the strand away with his soft fingers. It caused you to mess up your signature, and you groaned as you had to grab another photo to sign. Romance’s breath was hot as he breathed out a low chuckle.

“Oops,” he said, seemingly innocent. “Sorry, am I distracting you?”

“Yes,” you said between gritted teeth before catching yourself and turning to face him. “And not in the good way, Romance. And by the way, that is a stupid name. It can’t be your real one, can it?”

Romance tilted his head, ignoring the question as his doe eyes bore into yours. “Want me to stop?”

Your narrowed eyes jumped between his eyes, trying to discern the hidden meaning behind those four words. They wandered further, taking in the way his hair laid perfectly over his face, framing it beautifully. You took note of the slight flush to his cheeks and his smiling lips, and—wait, you were looking at his lips. Quickly, you caught yourself and forced your gaze away from his pretty face. He was a demon, you had to remind yourself. A very, very pretty demon, but a demon nonetheless.

“Yes, please stop,” you said.

Romance seemed to notice your staring, as his smile widened. “Sorry, you’re just very difficult to look away from.”

You noticed his cheeks getting redder after his words and it was difficult not to take it to heart. I mean, he seemed genuine, despite his normally flirtatious nature. At the same time, you knew he played with hearts like they were a deck of cards, so you couldn’t be sure of his intentions. One of your eyebrows raised at him.

“Is that so?” you asked, not being able to keep the curiosity out of your voice.

“I think you might be the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen,” he admitted, completely oblivious the people around you.

You balked at that. A pretty man—demon—just admitted that he was attracted to you. And not only that, but he called you a guy. Of course, it was the bare minimum, but not a lot of people bother to do even that. It was difficult not to like Romance, especially when he was gazing at you as if you had personally placed the sun in the sky. So, without thinking, really, you leaned closer with a small smile of your own.

“I could say the same about you.”

Romance’s eyes widened in surprise, his mouth falling agape as his cheeks gaining in colour. Before he could utter a new remark, Bobby made himself known and raised his voice above the excited chatter of the fans.

“Okay, everyone, we’re going to take a small break now. Let the guys rest, but we’ll be back in fifteen minutes!” he said, bringing his hands together and turning to face the nine of you, ignoring the disappointed sighs of the fans.

You stood up swiftly, making your way backstage with the rest of the group. Romance is in front of you, glancing back every few steps, as if afraid you would disappear the moment his eyes left you. You were grateful for the respite of having to continue conversation with him, letting your brain catch up with what was happening. An attractive demon was flirting with you. Cool, totally cool. You were so cool with it.

The break didn’t last long, because the respite you thought you would get as the groups would stay away from each other to rest, did not happen. Instead, the Saja Boys seemed determined to stay in your personal spaces; you saw Jinu talking to Rumi, Zoey giggling with Mystery, and Mira rolling her eyes at Abby; the only one minding his business was Baby. Which left you all on your own for Romance to impose himself onto your space.

“Well,” he said, in that honeyed voice of his. “Aren’t you a treat?”

“What do you want, Romance?” you asked, trying with all your might to keep your expressions cool. It was difficult to stay indifferent when he kept staring at you with those beautiful eyes, and a confident smile on his face.

He brought his hands to his heart in a dramatic expression of hurt, saying, “Ouch, you wound me. Here, I am, trying only to bring a little light to your day.” His wiggling eyebrows emphasised his point as he leant closer. “However will I get over this heartbreak?”

His expressions made you doubt him actually being hurt, and you had half the mind to scoff, but something stopped you. Despite the charming facade that was now shining at you, you thought you could sense something else underneath it. His brows shifted the slightest bit down, as if actually concerned you would reject him. His eyes shone with his smile, but you detected the tiniest bit of unease, a nervousness to him that you had not noticed during your earlier interactions. He was laying his heart out for you—his actual one, not the one he wore on his sleeves, which he so casually threw away at anyone who spared him a glance—the only way he knew how. 

Romance didn’t know how to be anything but confident and charming, but underneath it all, he was cutting his chest open and displaying his heart for you to take, and that fact terrified him. Terrified him to the point that he couldn’t say it out loud. He could only resort to this: meaningless flirting and bravado, hoping you would see through it, see the real him, and accept him.

Your expression shifted as you took it all in, eyes jumping all over his face to try to detect any lies. Demons do lie, after all. But the only deceiving you could find was the facade he kept up, and the truth was what lied beneath it. It made something flutter in your stomach, your smile widening slightly. Right there, you decided it was all worth it, damned if he actually was lying to you, you didn’t care—he’s just too pretty.

“Maybe a kiss would help you?” you said.

You watched his expression falter, his eyes widen, as he tried to gain come up with a reply. Before he could form his mouth into letting out any flirtatious remarks, you had already leant forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek. The touch featherlight, a whisper of a barely there, but it was all it took for Romance to lose his composure completely.

“I—uh, what, I—” he tried getting any coherent words out of his mouth, fighting the growing smile on his face and trying to hide his cheeks, which were steadily gaining colour, behind his hand. It was a losing battle, though, trying to form any proper words or his smile into something more confident, more calculated flirtatious, because you were making him actually feel something. And that short-circuited his brain so badly he could do nothing but gaze lovingly at you, his mouth slightly agape.

“All better, love?” you asked him, a smile on your face. There was a slight tease to it as you offered it to Romance.

“Perhaps another one?” he asked, almost shyly, with a grin so wide you thought it looked to hurt. He couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled out of his throat and the sight of you made, not his heart, but something beat much faster.

You smiled at the sight, tilting your head. He was just too pretty to deny, and you were sure that he wasn’t playing some game anymore. Even if he was, you were willing to take the chance. So, you obliged, leaning forward to press another kiss to his other cheek, and the smile that met you were very much worth it.

His confident persona was completely shattered, his nervous and giggling nature shining through instead, and you had a hard time picturing him as a cold and vicious demon. Romance leant forward, his voice now shaky instead of smooth like before. “How about a proper one?” he asked, all hopeful.

You cocked your head, taking his hand lightly, rubbing a thumb over the slight patterns which were now visible across his fingers. “How about you take me on a proper date first?”

Romance smiled wildly, and then hesitated, taking your hand in a proper grip. “My name, by the way, is Jae-Hyun. But you can call me Jae, darling.” Then he bowed down, pressing a featherlight kiss to the back of your hand, causing you to be the blushing mess instead. “And I would be delighted to court you.”

Then Bobby called that the break was over, and the nine of you returned to your seats at the signing table. You felt a slight shift, though, as Roma—Jae—followed behind you, his eyes shifting over with nervous glances. When you caught him, he only smiled at you—a genuine and pretty one, with a slight tint to his cheeks. It made your stomach flutter, sitting there, the two of you sharing secret glances as the fans kept coming up to talk to you. It also made you very happy, knowing that soon, you would be going out with a very pretty demon.

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[myeshq]

Imagine the saja boys finding a male reader and they make him their manger. Maybe they stage a fake contest. Now they use him as a human witness so the girls can't attack with him around. So each guy spends one on one time with him. Casual things so like baby takes him out to eat lunch and of course piles on the hot sauce on hid food. What do you know they ran into one or all of the girls? Gives the boys another way to mess and give a good public image.

HUMAN SHIELD

°ᡣ𐭩 . Saja Boys x GN! Manager! Reader

CONTENTS ꒱ ➜ reader is on their breaking point, the boys enjoying toying with huntrix, platonic relationship with reader(?), mentions of murder

CREDITS ꒱ ➜ Saja Boys belong to KPOP Demon Hunters (Sony) on Netflix

AUTHORS NOTE ꒱ ➜ I know you said male reader but unfortunately at the moment I am planning on only writing for GN! Reader bc I want everyone to enjoy my writing, hope it doesn’t change much and you still enjoy it :3

the demon boy band knew that Huntrix was high on their track, planning on at some point to end them and gwi ma once and for all

but they weren’t having it

they needed to think of a way to prevent the hunters from interfering with their plan for as long as possible to ensure loads of souls were collected for gwi ma

they all huddled together one day, discussing ways to help protect themselves. when Jinu thought of the best plan possible

then the topic of a contest was brought up, they all agreed on it

in short, members of the public purchase one ticket with a number and whoever’s number they pull out of a hat is their ‘manager’ (human shield)

you bought a ticket as they were shockingly cheap for the Saja Boys. you honestly didn’t expect to win, just wanted a shot

only for them to call out your ticket number

you expected it to be a normal manager role, not whatever this was

whenever a member went out by himself in public, he always dragged you along no matter where he was going

wether that be Baby dragging you to a restaurant for lunch, hot sauce piled on his food, even his dessert (he’s a psychopath)

Abby forcing you to join him in the gym, claiming he only wants you there to hold his water bottle and towel (he defo did NOT want you there just to flex his muscles and abs at all times possible)

Romance claiming he wants a ‘shopping partner’ e.g. just a clothing hanger to hold all the clothes he wants to buy. he throws them on you, even throws them on your face. one time he honestly forgot you were there and nearly had a heart attack when you popped out of the hoard of clothes like a meerkat

Jinu always claims he needs a ‘bodyguard’ of sorts when out and about, just in case a fan jumps him you know?

Mystery doesn’t go out often, only needs you with him if he’s alone inside cause he ‘gets lonely’

huntrix tried getting rid of them a few times when they’re out and about in dodgy alleyways and such, the perfect chance to kill them right? wrong! there you are, their human manager, giving them a few ideas for future concerts, what to wear and future meet and greets with fans

when you were too busy looking at your phone to write things down and talk to certain company’s, the boys all simultaneously turned around to face the girls, eyes glowing yellow and grins as devilish as ever

one time the girls were so close to their ultimate goal, only for you to suddenly appear out of seemingly nowhere (you literally did due to jinu using his demon powers to teleport you without you knowing)

you greeted the girls with a grin, congratulating them on their new song and such, completely oblivious to the glares the girls were giving the boys

fun fact: you don’t know that they’re demons, you’re completely oblivious to it. the boys honestly believe if they were to change to their demon forms you wouldn’t even realise or react

© Content belongs to @ pinkpuppipawz, do NOT re-post my work on any other social media platforms (I only post on tumblr)

[myeshq]

To My Boyfriend | Being Mira’s younger Idol brother and Abby’s boyfriend…

Abby Saja x Male Idol!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: There was always tension between your sister and your boyfriend and you never really understood why…

Y/g/n = Your group name

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• You had been scouted on the streets of Seoul by a casting agent for an entertainment company. You ended up as a trainee for the company, and when the higher ups found that THE Mira of HUNTR/X was your older sister, you were basically guaranteed to make the debut line-up.

• Eventually you debuted in a four member boy group called ”Y/g/n”, who would become well known for their trendy music.

• You and your members would go on to perform at many music shows. Which is how you met Abby. You had met backstage at one of of the music shows. He had asked you to film a dance challenge for ”Soda Pop” with him and the other members of the Saja Boys.

• Little did you know it was mainly because they wanted to piss off Mira (who when she saw the video of you with them gritted her teeth so hard they almost shattered). Abby had taken it a step further and pulled you into a hug at the end of the dance challenge video, and made the description of the video ”Saja Boys were blessed with Y/n’s legendary visuals🙏”.

• After that he started flirting with you. Asking you to hang out sometime. Which you had agreed to. A while after once you had become close to Abby, he had asked you out on a date.

• The two of you officially became boyfriends. Secretly though since you were idols. Though both of your fandoms had a tendency to ship the two of you anyways, so if you ever affectionate to each other in public they didn’t really complain.

• You also didn’t complain that Abby’s abs were all yours.

• Abby had convinced himself that he was just dating you to annoy Mira and so that he could eventually steal your soul, but at some point (when he had bought you flowers and chocolate was looking forward to give them to you so he could see your smile…) he realised he was probably just really into you.

• So he decided he was just gonna be your boyfriend and not steal your soul.

• Though there was still one problem… Mira (the demon hunter).

• When you had decided it was time for Abby and your sister to meet over dinner, you were surprised to see they had already met… AND that they hated each other’s guts for some reason.

• They constantly bickered for most of the meal and made sneaky remarks at each other until you finally intervened and said ”Okay, you two, seriously stop arguing, it’s just music charts it’s not that deep”.

• At that moment Mira and Abby both remembered that you had no idea about the Demon/Demon Hunter stuff and just assumed they didn’t like each other because of the chart battles between HUNTR/X and Saja Boys and the constant fandom wars between their fans.

• The two then did their best to act civil to each other while in your company. Though anytime you weren’t looking at them or around they glared at each other.

• Despite being your boyfriend Abby would still occaisionally use you as a way to piss Mira off for fun.

• For example, using your phone to send a picture to Mira of you and him having a sleep over at your place and mentioning that you’d be sharing the bed. Which made Mira race halfway across the city because that would NOT be happening on her watch.

• So when she banged on the door until you opened and she was relieved to see the two of you hadn’t gone to bed yet. So she forbade the two of you from sleeping next to each other.

• You at this point were tired of both of them and their arguing and just wanted to go to bed, so you just said ”Fine, you’ll be sleeping middle then”. Abby and Mira both turned to you in shock saying ”What?”. But you just said ”It’s either that or your both sleeping on the floor so come on let’s go to bed”.

• And so you finally went to bed. With Abby on the left side and Mira in the middle, the two whispering insults at each other. And you on the right side of the bed finally getting your sleep. Mira and Abby barely got any sleep at all that night as they refused to let their guard down around the other… but at least YOU slept well.

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[myeshq]

Hi. First off, big fan of your writing. Second, how about batfam x brother Reader who is a world chess champion? I'm talking Magnus Carlsen and Garry Kasparov style. I really love chess as a game and I've seen that the batfam plays chess in the comics. They all watch livestreams of Reader playing in big tournaments and cheer him on, and when he comes back home with another trophy - it calls for a celebration (and a lot of fluff). Maybe a few challenges to a game from the batfam as well?

If not, that's ok. Keep writing though, it makes me happy when you post.

Okay, I think I've said it before, but I have no clue about playing chess so, if there are any mistakes, my apologies. Also, glad to hear you're happy when I post.

Summary:

Warnings:

(Y/N) was always an interesting child to Bruce. (Y/N) was always different and Bruce noticed that from (Y/N)'s early age. And he wanted to nurture whatever that is. And so he did via chess. (Y/N) was an amazing strategist. Bruce noticed it quickly and immediately put him into a chess club. It was safe to say that (Y/N) thrived. He played chess 24/7 and Bruce knew that it was a better alternative than technology.

So (Y/N) spent a lot of time on chess.

And we mean a lot of time.

And he has played against everyone in the house. And yes, he has beaten them all. Including Alfred, who loves a good challenge in chess. Damian may or may have not just rage quitted from chess for a few weeks before he cooled down enough to actually admit defeat. Now, he was (Y/N)'s biggest challenger and wouldn't really change it.

Even Ra's played with (Y/N) once when he broke into the manor, only to find (Y/N), playing chess with himself. Ra's decided to join and honestly couldn't believe that he was beaten in chess. A game he played for the last 600 hundred years of his life. And while he didn't rage quit like Damian, he was a bit... Perplexed. But he could admit defeat and he could admit when someone was far better than him.

And when Bruce came home, safe to say, he nearly had a heart attack at the sight of one of his biggest enemies and his son chatting about chess.

He nearly passed out there and then. But, he is Batman after all and he managed to keep his cool. Somewhat. After that, he simply upgraded security, making sure that Damian could not get out, since Damian was his rule for the matter of security. If Damian could come in just like Ra's, that would mean that the security was not good enough.

Bruce smiled as he listened to (Y/N) rambling about a new strategy he was looking at. (Y/N) recently became a world champion in chess and (Y/N) was on cloud nine ever since. Bruce didn't blame him. He played against great opponents, against people who shared his passion for the game and the people who were just as good as (Y/N), if not better.

That is something that everyone needs. People who share the same passion for the game or sport and people who genuinely push you to be better, to be the best there is in their respective game or sport. And that's what Bruce wanted to see. He wanted to see his son being pushed, being bettered, that magic and strategic brain working.

" And when is your next tournament? " Bruce sipped his coffee and (Y/N) tilted his head.

" I think in a few months. It's a pretty big one actually. It's the players with whom I played before, but also, I've heard some good female chess players are going to play too. It's nice to play against females actually. Chess is nice in that way, gender doesn't matter, only brains and tactics. " (Y/N) rummaged through the sweet drawer of the kitchen, looking for something sweet.

" I see. I would ask are the players any good, but I already know my answer, " Bruce smiled as (Y/N) stood up, taking a bar of chocolate from the drawer.

" Yup. I don't think that anyone can buy their way in due to the fact that, to me, at the very least, it's obvious that you don't know how to play. " (Y/N) took the wrapper off and offered Bruce some chocolate.

" Well, nepotism is absolutely everywhere son, so I wouldn't be shocked if there was nepotism in chess. "

(Y/N) nodded as he broke up a row of chocolate cubes before he popped one into his mouth.

" Mhm. I know that. Nepotism is everywhere today, which is a sad sight. "

" Okay, everyone, the tournament is about to start! " Bruce called to his boys, who ran down the stairs, nearly falling over one another to get to the couch. Bruce has already set up a YouTube stream that was waiting to get started. Everything was set up, snacks and drinks included.

Boys and Bruce got settled on the couch, waiting patiently for the broadcast to start. Everyone was talking about the strategies that (Y/N) might use, whom he will go against, how well will (Y/N) play, well, that is not even a question, but still. Sometimes, even the best of the best have bad and off days.

" Okay, it is starting, " Damian announced and everyone's focus shifted to the TV where the tournament started.

Everyone lasered focused on the TV, watching the players play. They would comment on each players strategy, murmuring their own suggestions. Sure, they didn't play as good as them, but they were decent enough in chess to play against themselves and then against a... Good chess opponent.

But for the love of them, they couldn't win against (Y/N), no matter how hard they tried. And it didn't bother them. They were going to win one way or another, some time in the future. Sometime... Perhaps. Maybe.

One day.

No, they were not thinking about it, it's not living in their heads rent free. Not moving around like a mouse running up a wheel. No. Pfft.

" Look, (Y/N)'s playing. " Bruce pointed as he munched on some crackers and all the talking ceased immediately, eyes focusing on their brother.

Time to get locked in.

Damian wanted to throw the damn chessboard out of the damn window. And (Y/N) with the damn board. It was not even funny how Damian kept losing in chess. He tried absolutely everything that he could. Every single strategy. He tried to think of it as playing with his grandfather, but Jesus Christ, was (Y/N) just that good.

" Okay, you have to be cheating. "

(Y/N) laughed as he unscrewed the plastic lid off of his water bottle.

" I did not cheat, I never cheated and I never will cheat. " (Y/N) raised his water bottle and Damian just scoffed.

" You have to be. I've never lost this many times in chess. " Damian crossed his arms, making (Y/N) smile as he sipped his water.

" There's no shame in losing. " (Y/N) screwed the lid back on the bottle before putting the water bottle back on the desk, near the chessboard.

" No shame in losing? I am a Wayne and an Al Ghoul. We do not lose. Losing is not an option brother. " Damian moved his pawn.

(Y/N) took a moment to look before taking his king, since he took Damian's queen a few turns ago.

" Checkmate. "

Damian slammed his hands on the desk before standing up and pacing up the old library floor.

" How the hell do you keep doing this?! "

(Y/N) tried not to laugh, because if Damian just decides to rage quit, it will the funniest thing ever and that will piss Damian off even more.

More so than he already is now.

" Damian, just breathe, " (Y/N) said gently before Damian actually listened and stopped to breathe.

" My apologizes. I just... No one ever beat me in chess. " Damian sat back down, huffing and crossing his arms.

" I guess you are better than me, " Damian mumbled, refusing to look at his older brother.

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To Know You More

Ushijima Wakatoshi x GN Manager!Reader | they’re hcs if you squint …

Ushijima who believes that talking to the Schweiden Adlers’ manager at least once a day will make his daily routine complete. Despite the intimidating nature he brings because of his figure, he always asks how your day has been so far, sweet and simple questions. You also ask how he’s been out of kindness and on some days, he asks for you to repeat your question because his eyes has lingered on you for a little longer than it should’ve.

Eventually Hoshiumi and Kageyama catch on to this crush he has on you, they’re both encouraging him to follow you first on different SNS platforms. He rejects the idea because he is afraid that it will seem like he’s attempting to invade your privacy, despite everyone else on the team being mutuals with you.

They encourage him to compliment you back after you compliment on his skills everyday, he can’t help but have dusted pink cheeks and cough out,

“You look nice today.. Like the weather.”

You can’t help but chuckle and thank him for being the sweetheart he is. Has he not noticed that he is the only person you compliment?

Ushijima glances at you during breaks, hearing your laugh makes him wonder if he could make you laugh like that. He wants to know what you do on your day off, he wants to know the way you dress outside of the court, the places you enjoy going on your day off, he wants to know you more than just being his manager.

Eventually he finds the courage to ask you out, the intimidating aura that once loomed over him is now nothing but a gentle space, trying to understand you more than anybody else will.

akaai’s notes: truthfully i’ve been having writer’s block for two wks until i started playing tears of themis again σ^_^;… i’ve also never realized i probably have twt mutuals that find me through my fics here ?? please be my mutual though!! i don’t bite ♡ @/akaaiholic

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Hi! I've always been fascinated with people who can speak a lot of languages. How about Batfam x Brother Reader (not a vigilante) who somehow has the gift of omnilingualism (can speak all languages ever created)? Whenever they or the Justice League or any of the hero teams need help with an ancient language that nobody speaks or has even heard of, they call him. And every time he identifies the language and translates it perfectly, everyone is impressed by his ability, and jealous of Bruce for having a son like that. Superman loves talking to him in Kryptonese, Wonder Woman speaks to him in ancient Greek, Damian in Arabic, Dick in Romani, Cass in sign language.

Thanks for writing!

That sounds like a cool power, but I know my brain would explode from it. I only know my native language and English and I'm glad to be European for once. Also, lets pretend that this GIF represents all languages. I had an exam the day I started writing this and couldn't find anything better. Also, yes, I emerged from the exam hell.

And yes, this is short, but honestly, this is sitting way too long in my drafts. Also, a quick edit in, it's not my best work, but I just needed to get it out.

Summary: (Y/N) has one hell of a power.

Warnings: swearing

Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne glanced at one another as they tried to decipher what this unearthly language might be. It is something alien, but not even Clark could figure out what it might be. So they were in a shit position. J'onn J'onzz tried as well, but the trio of men were just at a loss for words and comprehension. But, they did have a trick up their sleeve.

Bruce's youngest son, who is not a vigilante, but has an immensely cool power. Being able to speak every language ever created. Human, alien, animal... If it's a language, (Y/N) will speak it, understand and translate it for you. For a fee of his choice of course. And as much as he loves his family, including the Justice League, there is a certain inconvenience in dropping everything in order to help translate and/or speak something.

"Bruce, you should call (Y/N). Now. Because the 3 of us are getting nowhere with... These hieroglyphics. Because this makes no sense, " Clark muttered, rubbing his chin.

Bruce stepped to the side and called his son, having to turn away as he noticed a sleepy voice over the line. And Bruce had to throw in a few bribes, such as a new book, newer sneakers and fast food for a whole week. Yes, (Y/N) can throw wagers like that.

"He will be in within 10 minutes," Bruce came back to the Martian and Superman.

And just on the dot, (Y/N) came in 10 minutes later, a mug of coffee in his hand, clothes messy and hair that looked liked he just rolled out of bed.

"Before I start, you 3 realize that it's 2am back in Gotham?" (Y/N) asks before raising the mug to his lips.

"No (Y/N), sorry." Clark put his hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder and gently led him to the desk where the document was.

(Y/N) took a look at it and started translating it for the trio. He wrote it down on a pad of paper and then handing it to Bruce.

"Don't worry about, they didn't write about anything dangerous. Just some trades and what not. Now, excuse me, I'm going back home. And I expect my payment in the next, 5 business days. Have fun dad. And of course, bye uncle Clark and J'onzz," (Y/N) waved before he went back to the Zeta Tubes and being taken back to the Batcave.

"Bruce, I am beyond jealous," Clark commented as he turned to Bruce, who simply let out a the infamous Bat smirk.

(Y/N) was called in, yet again. But this time, Wonder Woman, Aquaman and Flash needed him. And it was, yet again, the middle of the night. What about now? An ancient language, a human one, that no one has ever even heard of. And it is a human one. (Y/N) came in through the Zeta tubes again, in his PJs, hair sticking out in every way and his he would yawn every few minutes.

"What is it now?" (Y/N) asked as he walked up to the table. "Now it's 4am in Gotham. And I have to get up at 7am. And you 3 couldn't wait to, oh I don't know, call?" (Y/N) grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, approaching the table to look at the document.

"Jesus Christ, this is like..." He leaned forward, squinting since he forgot his glasses in a hurry. "This seems to be from South America, my guess would be Brazil... And it's very harmless. May I know why you were so insistent I get here?"

"We found it with the League of Light. We did a raid and found this. We were worried," Wonder Woman explained and (Y/N) sighed.

"Jesus Christ, you all panic over nothing. It has not... Allusions to the League of Light or their shit. But I'll translate it for you, so you can panic even more... Also, my payment is going through B. But now, I'm going to bed. And I swear to God, I'm going to charge actual fucking money, cause this is getting out of hand." He turned on his heel and walked back to the Zeta tubes, ready to go back to bed and sleep. He might start charging money. 10k per minute.

(Y/N) was sitting in the Batcave, reading over an old ass language that he was asked to translate.

"How's the translation going along?" Superman asks in Kryptonese as he walks over, somehow managing to get into the Batcave.

"Just started. Should have it done in about 2 hours. Also, for the record, I'm charging now. With money. 10k per hour."

Clark laughed at that, enjoying the banter they have as an uncle and nephew.

"Oh don't be so dramatic. We may call on you often because you are the only one who can help us. Omnilingualism is a rare power."

"It may be a rare power, but you people call on me all the time. It's starting to get annoying. Maybe I'll force dad to put me on a payroll or something like that." (Y/N) put the papers off to the side and turned to look at his uncle.

"So, what brings you here?" (Y/N) pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

"I was looking for Bruce. There is some new information about a case we've been working on. But I can't tell if he's here or not," Clark glanced around the cave, trying to figure out if Bruce was here or not.

"He's not here. He's at Wayne Enterprises. It's the daylight after all and all the major criminals are sleeping and he has to do stuff as the CEO after all," (Y/N) explained to Clark who nodded. "Are you having a day off?" (Y/N) added and Clark nodded.

"I have taken a day off and have decided to look into our case," Clark said as he moved around the cave, glancing around.

"Where's the car?"

"The Batmobile is getting a check. Got to make sure that it works," (Y/N) answered and Clark hummed and then nodded.

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THE STARS WITH YOU; SAWAMURA DAICHI

Sugawara witnesses something he shouldn't have.

WORD COUNT: 1,444 words

TAGS: Organized Crime; Outsider POV, Crime Boss! Reader; Male Reader

NOTES: A second part to I Dedicate Myself to You. I originally was going to write it in the reader's pov, but the writing in an outsider pov was just better. Maybe I'll write a third one, but probably not.

Sugawara met Y/N when they were children. Their fathers shoved them together when they had to leave for missions. “Keep him occupied,” Sugawara’s father always said. “He’s the boss’ son. It’s an honor.”

He never minded, because they were friends. Y/N kept him close, even after Sugawara’s father died. Y/N kept him closer when becoming the new boss. Sugawara was in his tight-knit circle—something so many people would kill for—and all he had done was show his loyalty over the years.

Although, sometimes he wondered if Y/N ever doubted how genuine it was because of the beginning. They were only eight years old back then. Had he doubted it the older they got? Sugawara hopes not.

It’s winter, and although the building has heat, it’s not filling the space like Sugawara would like. He’s in a long-sleeved shirt and a hoodie, along with thicker jeans and wooly socks. If Y/N saw him, he’d call him ridiculous. That’s exactly why he’s avoiding him.

He walks down the hallway to the kitchen for hot chocolate, because this is the weather that calls for it. He has a stash hidden from Hinata, who would drink it all if given the opportunity.

There’s rustling in the kitchen, which he hears because the door is cracked open slightly. He’s slow with his approach, not wanting to spook someone and get sent to the infirmary from someone’s jumpiness. He peeks through the crack to see Y/N and Daichi by the stove. They’re close to each other, sides nearly touching, and it feels so intimate Sugawara has the urge to walk away from the kitchen entirely.

He doesn’t, though. He’s far too nosey to leave.

“You really don’t need to do this,” Daichi says, his voice soft. He always speaks softer to Y/N than he does anyone else. Most people assume it’s because Y/N is their superior, but Sugawara knows it’s not. He knows there’s more to it than just that.

Y/N glares at Daichi, but there’s no real malice behind it. “Shut up. Obviously, I do if you’re not going to eat an actual meal.”

Y/N is one of the worst cooks they have. The majority of his life people have cooked for him, so there’s never been a reason for him to cook. However, he knows how to make eggs and sausage, even if it doesn’t always turn out well. Daichi has never been a breakfast person, always preferring to eat dinner leftovers in the morning. He’s never let Y/N see, though. Y/N doesn’t eat in the morning. He sleeps in instead.

Daichi sighs before leaning against the counter. “Can you at least put cheese in my eggs?” he asks, even though he hates eggs. Sugawara knows this from the countless times he’s scrunched his nose up at the smell.

“The eggs are for me,” Y/N simply says. “I’m not watching you gag on every bite when I’ll appreciate them just the way they are.”

Daichi freezes slightly, and Sugawara understands. He understands they’re all close—Daichi and Y/N being joined at the hip since before he became boss—but there are things that they thought were secrets. Daichi’s hatred for breakfast being one of them.

“The sausage is for you. I’ll even put syrup on it just how you like it,” Y/N says as he flips over the sausage.

There’s always been unspoken tension between them, ever since Daichi saved Y/N on a mission when they were younger. They’d gotten lost in the gunfire, and Daichi took a bullet for Y/N when everyone else had run away. Daichi tried to claim it was what you did for the boss’ son, but Y/N never bought it. It was the first time Y/N truly confided in Sugawara, telling him he didn’t know what to think about the whole thing.

Sugawara stood in the middle, because Daichi had still been so new to the organization. A rogue orphan with too much knowledge on guns and blades. He didn’t know Y/N well enough for it to be any other reason but Y/N being the boss’ son. However, Sugawara remembers how Daichi had been so panicked about if Y/N was okay, never asking about the boss, who had been hurt during that mission, too.

“Thank you,” Daichi says, nearly a whisper. This is too intimate for Sugawara to see, but he doesn’t walk away. He doesn’t know how.

Y/N doesn’t look away from the stove, clearly focused on not burning their food. “Why are you thanking me? It’s not like I’m not getting something out of this too.”

“I don’t mean just for this.”

Y/N stops moving the eggs around the pan. “Then what for?”

There’s a moment of silence that stretches between them.

“For taking care of me.”

Sugawara needs to leave. He needs to move his feet and run away before he gets caught, because this is too much. His nosiness has boundaries, and he’s aggressively hitting it as he stands here, but he wants to know more. He won’t share it with anyone else, but he wants to see how this plays out. He wants to see if they’ll finally be honest with each other.

“I take care of all my men,” Y/N says, not looking at Daichi but taking the pan with eggs off the stove.

Daichi’s stare is intimate, and Sugawara hopes that one day someone looks at him like that.

“You know what I mean,” Daichi says, and he turns toward Y/N more as he continues to lean against the counter. “It’s different.”

There’s no way the sausage is done, but Y/N takes it off the burner as well. He’s running away, and Daichi knows it.

“It’s different for me too,” Daichi says, and Y/N still won’t look at him. “I care for you differently.”

“Daichi,” Y/N says so softly Sugawara barely hears him. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” Daichi asks as he tilts his head. “I’m just thanking you.”

Sugawara wishes they’d stop beating around the bush. They’d be happier if they just admitted it. There’s more there, and they need to accept it. They need to embrace it, because they’ve been together from when they were teenagers. Not much will change if they just say it.

“I’m not feeling good,” Y/N says. “I may go lay down.”

When he turns to leave, Daichi grabs his wrist. With most people, Y/N would lash out. He’s been trained to act first and apologize later, but he doesn’t now. He lets Daichi hold on to him as he just stands there. Y/N is not a passive person or at least, Sugawara has never known him to be, so it’s strange seeing him like this—allowing Daichi to do whatever he wishes.

“Don’t go,” Daichi says, his voice nearly in a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N looks up at him, and Sugawara can’t see his face. He wishes he could, though, because he wonders about how open Y/N is being. He wonders how open Y/N usually is with Daichi. Is any of this normal?

“Daichi…” Y/N says, as if a gentle warning. Don’t say it. Don’t do this. Stop.

He goes to turn again, and Sugawara knows he’s going to be caught if he doesn’t move. He has to move. And he manages to get his feet to hurry away from the door, leaving it cracked like it had been the entire time. Sugawara makes it to the end of the hallway when he hears the door creak open.

“Y/N, wait,” Daichi says, voice echoing through the hallway. “Let’s talk about this.”

“It’s late, so I’m going to head to bed,” Y/N says, and his voice shakes. Sugawara has never heard fear in his voice like he does now. “We can talk in the morning, okay?”

“I don’t think we should wait that long.”

Daichi sounds slightly desperate, because he’s losing his chance to actually talk to Y/N. In the morning, Y/N will pretend the night never existed. He can’t do that right after it’s happened.

“Sawamura,” Y/N says, and it’s a warning. He’s using his rank, and Sugawara doesn’t remember the last time he did that. “Drop it until the morning.”

It’s quiet for a long moment. No one moving.

“Okay. We can talk about it in the morning,” Daichi says, defeated.

“Thank you,” Y/N says, and there’s the authoritative tone in his voice that even he hates. He’s spent countless nights with Sugawara trying to figure out how to have power without sounding like his father. “Now, I’m going to sleep. Good night.”

“Good night,” Daichi says.

Y/N’s footsteps echo throughout the hallway as he leaves without saying anything else. Sugawara runs before Daichi can walk this way.

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hope I’m doing this right but I was wondering if you could do a kyoutani or Tanaka with a very sleep deprived bf who will just like nap anywhere and everywhere and they are constantly swaying and zoning out or a bf who lost his headphones but needs headphones all the time otherwise he can’t think properly at all cause his thoughts are way too loud

I actually really like the first one omgg kyotani needs more love </3

half-conscious banter

kentaro kyotani x male reader

wc: 0.5k

in which kyotani's sleepy boyfriend "helps" him clean up after practice.

fem aligned dni

there's a distinct, mutual understanding between you and kyotani. you sleep on his shoulder at any given moment, and he's granted a short period of silence. people never approach him when you're drooling onto his shoulder out of fear of waking you up; not even oikawa, who normally always tries to talk his ear off. it was great.

it's a simple, wordless agreement you two had. okay, it wasn't exactly an agreement— one day you fell asleep on kyotani's shoulder during the bus ride back to school after a particularly long practice match, and he didn't bother shaking you off once he noticed that everyone had finally left him alone while you were there— so much as it was that kyotani lets you sleep on him and he tolerated it.

but hey, as long as you're not collapsing onto the floors, you're not complaining! he's almost concerned by how often you do it, though. almost.

"hey, [name]!" you jolt awake, prying your eyelids open. you had dozed off in the middle of taking a drink, your water bottle almost slipping from your fingers. you glance in the direction of the voice; kyotani was calling for you. "help me take down the nets." he demanded.

"ah, yeah, sure," you give him a thumbs up and set your bottle down, making your way over to him.

wrapping up practice always felt so much longer than the actual hours of practice you were dedicated to. you felt your eyes grow heavy again, your hands stilling their motions of folding the nets.

kyotani gives you a skeptical look, but doesn't say anything. you're grateful for that. he folds the rest of the net himself and takes the rest from you.

"oh," you snap awake once more, eyes lazily dragging up to his face. "sorry 'bout that." you say in a tone that suggests you definitely weren't.

"tch— whatever." he huffs, yanking the net out of your hands much more aggressively than he needed to. "why the hell are you so tired, anyway? it's not like you're up studying," he sneers.

"shut up, i don't wanna hear you talking, you literal dog," you scoff, lightly shoving his shoulder. you don't bother to notice that he actually lets you. "i've just been busy, is all."

"playing video games or some shit?"

that shut you up fast.

"knew it." kyotani said, shoving your head. "you should start sleeping earlier, idiot. you're gonna end up falling asleep in the middle of crossing the street."

you don't miss the underlying concern in his voice, though it's still bundled deep under his usual anger. you just giggle, a little loopy, and smack him playfully on the arm.

"awwwh, kyo worries about me!" you say, linking arms with him. he scoffs at you, spouting profanities at you as he lets you drag him back to the bench to grab your things.

"shut up."

"i love you too!"

"fucking kill yourself."

this was very short bc im busy with artfight, volleyball, and some work stuff but im writing some more stuff I promise !

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Distribution Winner

Kageyama Tobio x GN!Reader | High school/Pre-Timeskip setting !

Kageyama, who walks with you every morning before school, waiting for you by the door at the same time, one hour and thirty minutes before school every morning, despite your house being a thirty minute walking distance. that was until he was late one morning, but you weren’t in a rush. you stood outside in the cold eating breakfast, dreading the day ahead of you. As you ponder, he shows up and out of breath, with twenty different apologies and explanations vomiting out of his mouth,

“i’m so sorry- i was late- i found a cat- kitty- it’s scratching me- inside my jacket- sorry-“

Kageyama hisses in pain as he pulls out a live kitten from his jacket, mewing and hissing in your boyfriend’s arms.

“Tobio, where did you? How? We have school-“

“Found it near the park on the way.. we can leave it in your room, if that’s okay.”

After leaving the kitty in a small box and tending your boyfriend’s injuries in your room and leave for school, kageyama holds your hand deep in thought with a deep pout on his face.

“What’s on your mind, Tobio?”

“If we adopt it, we’re cat parents now. Me and you. But I don’t think maybe it likes me that much, I wonder if I could get it to like me by buying the kitty some treats after practice today…”

He rambled quietly, your eyes fully focused on his face now.

“Speak up, Tobio. I can’t hear you, silly.”

“If we adopt it, right… That would make us cat parents now.. but I don’t think it likes me that much.”

He huffs with a full frown on his face, looking at you for advice.

“Well Tobio, I didn’t know you could think about other things aside from your partner and volleyball,”

You tease with a mischievous grin and intertwine your hand with his,

“Don’t worry, the cat distribution system mainly chose you so we’ll figure it out, trial and error.”

Kageyama melts, squeezing your hand in agreement to your reassurance. If he won the cat distribution, he thinks he won the partner distribution too.

akaai’s notes: kageyama ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ i want more tumblr friends…… i don’t bite ……. you want to bmf on discord/twt so bad 🌀🌀🌀🌀 @/akaaiholic oooo🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀

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MAKE ME BELIEVE; KOZUME KENMA

You're haunting Kenma.

WORD COUNT: 1,154 words

TAGS: Post Time Skip; Ghosts; Angst; Second Person POV

NOTES: This is just vibes. Nothing else.

Kenma doesn’t believe in ghosts. Kuroo has always been the one who does. Always screeching during horror movies and games. Sleeping with all the lights on afterwards. Scared of his own shadow.

He’s the complete opposite of Kenma, who finds horror stories and games to be overly corny. They’re too focused on trying to scare people that they can’t. Or that’s what he believes.

But then you came.

There’s a difference between believing in ghosts and knowing one. He forgets most of the time, because you’re solid. You can press your side against his and let him know you’re there. The breeze moves your hair when it brushes past you two. Your voice is clear next to him, as if you’re truly in the room with him.

It’s easier to believe you’re not dead than to acknowledge you are.

Right now, you stare at him from the living room. It’s destroyed with the couch flipped over and volleyball magazines Hinata leaves all over the room. There’s broken glass from a glass being thrown against the wall.

Your chest is heaving, as if you’re struggling to breathe. He doesn’t even know what you’re angry about. He doesn’t remember what happened, but he figures he’s truly in the wrong.

He’s torn between apologizing and leaving. What is he meant to do? There’s no rule book for dealing with ghosts. There’s no rule book for you.

It’s quiet for a long moment before he leaves. The front door slamming shut by accident.

“What’s going on with you?” Kuroo asks when they’ve settled into his apartment. He’s usually where Kenma goes when something happens with you. He doesn’t know about you, though. Kenma hasn’t been able to tell anyone. He doesn’t want to be seen as crazy. “You never just stop by.”

“Just needed to get out,” Kenma says, even though he regrets leaving. “I’ve not been sleeping.”

Kuroo immediately gets worried, like he always does. Similar to a mother hen, but one that kicks her kids when given the chance.

“Maybe you should talk to your doctor,” Kuroo says, and it’s a good suggestion. “He could prescribe you something.”

Kenma shakes his head. “You know how I feel about medication.”

It turns him into a zombie, unable to fully function after waking up. He can’t do it again.

Kuroo looks at him, unsure, but he finally nods. “Okay, but if it gets worse, just think about it?”

Kenma nods. “Okay,” he says, even though he won’t.

You’re in his living room when he gets home. His house is clean. Anime plays on the television, but you’re not really watching it. You’re just staring at it with vacant eyes. It’s a common occurrence of you not always being here in the moment.

“Hey,” he says, and you look over at him. Your eyes are still slightly vacant.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and he nods.

“Can you let me sleep tonight?” he asks, and you slowly nod.

“I have to leave soon,” you say, and your voice is distant. “I may not be back for a while.”

“Where are you going?” Kenma asks, panic surges through him. You’ve never left before. You’re the most consistent person in his life.

You look away from him. “I don’t know. Just somewhere.”

Kenma doesn’t understand. He’s never understood your existence when he remembers you’re a ghost. He doesn’t know why you’re here, and you never tell him either. It makes less sense why you have to leave.

“Why?”

You look back at him, but it still doesn’t feel like you’re there with him. He hates it. He misses your heaving frame and angry expression. At least you’d been there in the moment.

“I don’t know,” you say, honestly. “I just feel this pull, and I can’t say no.”

It’s quiet as Kenma takes that in. You’re a ghost. A pull can mean anything. It can mean you leaving for good.

“Are you coming back?”

You’re no longer as solid as you once were. Fading. You’re fading. He’s scared, but he doesn’t know how to say that. It’s stuck in his throat, along with his fear.

“Hopefully,” you say, and then you’re gone. Anime still plays on the television and the house is still clean, but you’re no longer on the couch. You’re just completely gone.

He slowly walks over to the couch and touches the cushion you sat on. It’s cold to the touch, as if you were never there—as if he’d completely imagined you.

Kenma sits down, right where you always did, and tries to remember how it felt when you pressed your sides together. He can’t, though. It’d been so fleeting. You’d never truly been solid, but he always told himself you were.

The days blur together, especially when Kenma sleeps less. He worries you’ll come back when he’s asleep and leave. He’s nauseous all the time and unable to sleep. His eyes are so heavy that sometimes they stay closed for just a little too long. It gets to the point that Kuroo tries to intervene. Kuroo tries to get him to get help, but Kenma can’t. He’ll be seen as crazy.

He’s forgetting what you look like. There aren’t any photos of you for him to look at. There aren’t any voice recordings for him to remember your voice. It’s torturous.

It’s nearing six in the morning when there’s a knock at his door. It startles him, and his eyes have been closed for just a little too long. He hurries to get up, even though he doesn’t know why someone would be out there.

The door is heavy as he opens it, and it’s you standing outside of it. He freezes. You’re solid in front of him. Outside of his house, which you’d been trapped in for so long. You’re not fading. You’re vibrant.

“Y/N?” he says, but it comes out more as a question.

“Kenma,” you say, and your voice is smooth and loud. “I came back.”

Then you’re running at him and wrapping your arms around him. You’re so warm and comforting, and he sags into you. His eyes burn, and he fears he’s going to cry, but he can’t help it. You’re back and you’re real.

“Am I dreaming?” he asks, and you shake your head. Your hair brushes against his skin.

He loves you. He misses you. He needs you.

“You came back,” he says, and he lets himself completely melt into you. You hold him up as he cries. Your fingers brush through his hair, and he could sleep just like this. “I’m so tired.”

You pull away slightly, and he tries to hold on to you tighter, but he’s too weak from exhaustion.

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” you say before holding his face so gently. “I’ll let you sleep for as long as you need to.”

Kenma smiles as he lets out a gentle laugh. “Thank you.”

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i love the way you write about jason, especially in the confession post- can i request jason with a very very talkative SO??

Thank you pookie !! Hopefully I didn't make reader annoying, I kinda based her off myself when I start feeling manic lmaoo, it's the only time I really get talkative IRL so it was kinda all I had to base it on

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｡⁠☆Synopsis: a few snapshots of you talking Jason's ear off

｡⁠☆Cw: mention of harassment, inane conversation topics, mention of body horror

You're sitting on the couch. One of Jason's large hands is rubbing little circles on your thigh, the other is holding his phone as he gets as much work done as he can without his computer. He would go get it, but you've already gotten comfortable laying your head on his shoulder.

"So then Alyssa- you remember Alyssa, don't you?" No, he does not. "So Alyssa tells Jackson to go file the rest of the reports, right?"

"Mhm."

"Right, only for him to quit, right on the fucking spot. Like I don't like this job either, but I'm still giving my two weeks because some of us still have courtesy! It's not about the business, it's about our coworkers, our kinda friends who we'd rather not inconvenience because they're pleasant enough, but would never hangout with outside of work. God, he was an asshole anyway."

"I believe it."

"And then- wait oh my God, Jason! I completely forgot to tell you about Anna! The new girl! Turns out she's sleeping with our boss's son!" Oh, that guy he remembers.

"The guy who slapped your ass?" The same one who you said isn't bothering you anymore, and he's trying to trust you, but he doesn't really believe it.

"The one and only." You groan. "Must've moved onto fresh meat, poor Anna. She's a sweet girl y'know?"

"Mhm."

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"Jay."

He grunts, turning over in bed to look at you. Your eyes are wide in the moonlight, not a speck of the sleepiness that was there just a few minutes ago. Jason wishes he could share the sentiment. Frankly, he's exhausted, and he's been looking forward to sleeping all day.

"Do you ever think about the fact that we're all brains puppeting fleshy meat suits? How crazy is that?!"

Jason sighs. Half of his job in your life is to protect you from the horrors of the world, but sometimes he believes you are the horrors in question. Not that he minds. You can be a worm and he would love you all the same.

"Baby, go to sleep."

"But Jay, I can't stop thinking about it! We're just a bunch of nerves disguised by a vaguely animal flesh bag and-"

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling you into his chest.

"Sleep." He grunts again.

You laugh. "Okay."

The blissful silence doesn't last long.

"Jay?"

"Yes, nuisance who won't go to sleep?"

"Rude. I just wanted to tell you that you're my favorite meat puppet in the world, but maybe I take it back now."

"I'm okay with that."

"Jason!" You pinch his arm.

"If I tell you you're my favorite puppet will you go to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Then you're my favorite." Quieter he mumbles, "for some fucking reason."

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"Okay, now the recipe requires two eggs, a cup of water, and vegetable oil. Can you grab the eggs out the fridge for me."

"I got it."

"Thanks. Did you know my mom wanted to raise chickens when we were kids, even though I've never lived on a farm? Plus, I don't even like chickens, they're like tiny predators! If I had to-"

"Sweetheart, mix the eggs."

"Oh, right. If I had to choose between fighting one chicken sized horse, or one horse sized chicken, I would choose the horse every time!"

"Mhm."

"Well, I'm still biased because I like horses, but still! I don't know, maybe I should use the analogy with a wolf, because I'm still choosing the wolf every time."

"The next step?"

"Mix wet and dry ingredients together. Actually, while we're on the topic-"

New blog theme new me, y'all. Do we like it ? I made almost all the dividers myself (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Not proofread as usual, posting this right before bed so I'll see y'all in the morning. I have a post about baby names ready for tomorrow, so look forward to that, and PLEASE give me your input I don't wanna give them dumb names 😔💔

｡⁠☆Requests Open...?

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Imagines: Batman x Social Media handler! reader Note: I'm making a series soon I'm just making sure the plot is right.

Being the Batfam’s public and private social media handler is the weirdest job that you’ve ever handled in your life. You were a vigilante forced to stop being one after dealing with life-threatening injuries and now you’re handling half of Barbara’s job. Honestly you don’t have complaints. The pay is good, the benefits are good, the bonuses are top tier, and Alfred makes snacks whenever you’re in the mansion for work. 

Monday at 3:00 a.m., you’re at the Batcave next to Tim who is nursing his third cup of coffee. He’s reading cases and cross examining evidence while you’re on your own computer watching thirst edits and making sure none of the angles are too close to their faces that can compromise their identities. From time to time Tim would peek on your computer to make a weird face or just straight up comment about he’s not caffeinated enough to watch 30 more minutes of Robin edits. You both agree that Dick deliberately poses  after every landing or every after fight for the edits. Also Nightwing’s butt has its own hashtag.  

Tuesday you’re sitting with the Batkids at the Wayne manor common room as you read aloud the thirst posts and DMs their accounts had received, it had become a little tradition. Damian thinks it’s repulsive but he stayed to watch the horror filled expressions. To his own horror however, he learnt that the ones who received the most thirst posts and DMs are Jason and Bruce. Apparently a lot of people like Red Hood’s ruggedness and no nonsense approach and a lot of people are attracted to masked men. 

Wednesday you’re in the cave with Stephanie and Duke with the weekly meme watching compilation (the purpose is to make sure that they don’t accidentally say something in public that can be hinting their identities. If they did, you’ll have to send the vid to Barbara to have it scrubbed off the internet) . It has also become a tradition that Alfred now makes a lot of popcorn whenever Wednesday rolls. Scrolling on the Gotham video media, when you search the terms ‘Batman’, ‘Robin’, or anything hero related, you will first be greeted by the headlines or recent news. Scrolling on next pages, you’ll be greeted by meme compilations. Stephanie really likes the ‘Batman being a tired dad: A compilation’. It currently has around 100+ videos on it. Duke finds it really fun to watch ‘Red Hood and Robin bickers while Signal patrols in the background for 30 minutes’. 

Thursday is relatively slower than other days. You sat at your normal desk job at Wayne Enterprise as the social media manager. Luke Fox would sometimes pass by your desk to pass some secret documents to be sent to the cave but most of the time you just spent your hours sitting in front of the computer while listening to the ‘10 hours of Gotham rain occasionally broken by Nightwing slipping on my house’s roof’. At lunch break, Dick would swing by to get the names of the crazy fans from the DMs to make sure they don’t do anything crazy (ps he’s always annoyed because his request from Barbara to have that 10 hour asmr video removed is always denied). 

Friday you’re sitting on the Wayne gardens munching on the snacks Alfred made while Cassandra sits next to you. Tomorrow’s your day off and now you’re just making a weekly report. Cassandra poked you as the Wayne men came barreling out of the backdoor for the weekly competition of who gathered the most edits/fanfics/fanarts this week. To their surprise, this time there were no competitions. They were instead greeted by Bruce who lectured them about fighting while on patrol (also Stephanie won this week)

masterlist

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Sleep

Summary: You come home to find Jason asleep on the couch. He was waiting for you to come home.

Words: 596

You tiptoed into the apartment, the late hour draping a cloak of silence around you. The soft click of the door closing was almost swallowed by the quiet. You sighed, relieved to finally be home after a long day, your body weary with the weight of the evening. As you stepped into the living room, your heart swelled at the sight before you.

Jason was sprawled across the couch, his dark hair tousled and his face peaceful in sleep. You could see the faint lines of worry etched on his forehead even in rest, and it tugged at your heart. He had been waiting for you, just as he always did, and the sight of him made you feel both cherished and guilty for keeping him up.

Quietly, you approached him, kneeling beside the couch. You brushed your fingers through his hair, a gentle stroke meant to wake him softly. "Jason," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "Hey, it's me."

He stirred slightly, a low hum escaping his lips as he instinctively leaned into your touch. You smiled at the sight, your heart warming at how easily he responded to you. You rubbed his cheek gently, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. "You should go to bed," you urged softly.

With a sleepy grunt, Jason cracked one eye open, the other still buried in the cushions. "What time is it?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"Late," you replied gently. "You don't have to wait up for me, you know."

But even as you said it, Jason's arm shot out, grabbing your waist and pulling you down onto the couch beside him. You landed with a soft thump, your laughter escaping as you tried to push yourself up. "Jay! What are you doing?"

"Shh," he murmured groggily, his eyes still closed but his grip firm. "Just sleep."

You tried to protest, but the sound was muffled as Jason settled you comfortably on top of him, his warmth enveloping you. His body molded to yours, and for a moment, you felt completely cocooned in his presence. It felt good, too good, and you couldn't help but relax against him.

"Jason," you said, your voice playful yet insistent. "I can't just lay here!"

"Sleep," he repeated, his voice a low rumble, still half-asleep. His hand found your back, gently rubbing soothing circles that made you melt against him.

You chuckled, realizing the futility of your protests as you nestled into his chest. "You're impossible," you murmured, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing beneath you.

"Yeah, but you love it," he replied, a sleepy grin spreading across his face, though his eyes remained closed.

You couldn't argue with that; he was right. The comfort of being wrapped in his arms, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, made everything outside feel distant and unimportant. You sighed, letting your body relax completely as you settled into him.

"Just a few minutes," you whispered, surrendering to the warmth and safety of his embrace.

"Good," Jason hummed, burying his face in your hair, his breath warm against your scalp. "That's all I need."

And as you lay together, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you cocooned in a bubble of warmth and love. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the peace that Jason's presence brought, knowing that, in moments like these, everything felt just right.

You ended up sleeping till morning. Jason’s back is sore and achy, but it’s worth it if you managed to sleep peacefully and comfortably.

[myeshq]

Could you write Jason or Dick coming back from a really rough patrol, late at night, finding his bf still awake, playing some video game on the tv, and collapses on him because he’s so tired and relieved to be home? Wounds and stuff can be cleansed later, he needs a moment. 💕

this one was written with the help of @sashaae11 — thanks, lovely <3

synopsis: the cat drags in a sad, wet vigilante to your window

notes: SFW, nothing but fluff <3 also they’re gay your honour

tags: comfort, banter, implied male reader, wc: 650 words

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The night was soft—it was June in Gotham, your living room window was open, a cool breeze blew in, billowing your curtains softly.

Your living room was illuminated by nothing but your TV screen, bathing the entire room in blue and greens, dancing across white walls as your game shifted, revealing more and more of the graphic scenery.

“Motherfucker,” you mumbled as you leaned back on the sofa, crossing your legs as if it would improve your combat skills. Headphones slightly askew, you could just about hear the begins of pitter pattering of the rain.

Damn, and Jason was still patrolling outside.

The clock was ticking closer to 2am on your kitchen wall.

The rain began to come down harder.

Your fire escape creaked.

You paused the game to crane your neck. You felt a little stupid smiling so brightly at the looming figure that stood in front of your window, casting a long shadow across your living room floor.

“How was patrol?” you asked as you watched him enter. He didn’t answer.

Just began methodically stripping his helmet and armour, dumping it all into a sopping wet heap until he was stripped down to his undershirt and boxers.

He trudged towards you, with the grace and elegance of a lumbering zombie and collapsed onto the sofa, face buried in your lap.

You chuckled softly as you set your controller to the side and pulled your headphones down.

“Rough evening?” you asked as you ran your hands through his hair. He made a wounded sound like a touch-starved pup—he brought his arms up to wrap around your waist, pulling himself closer, pressing his face into your stomach, as if close was never close enough.

He would crawl into your skin if he could—it was sweet, even if he did vaguely smell of mud and rainwater.

“Was it really that bad, big boy?” your tone was a little teasing—but he wasn’t visibly bleeding anywhere so nothing was urgent. It could wait.

“Literally devastating,” he mumbled into your stomach, which only made you chuckle.

“Would it be less devastating if I made dinner for you while you showered?” you offered softly, as you brushed hair out of his face, twirling the white stripe around your finger before letting it fall back.

He shook his head.

“Can we just…” he peered up at you, wide-eyed and so painfully open; the sort of gaze that jerked you back down to earth, reminding you that Jason was just a twenty-year-old guy.

Somebody who had shouldered far too much responsibility at such a young age.

Not the jaded old man he wanted the world to believe.

But still young.

“Can we just stay like this?” he asked softly—like he was afraid you’d say no to his request. As if you could ever say no to him. “Just for a little while?”

“Yeah, of course,” you agreed easily, smiling down at him, “We can stay as long as you’d like.”

His body sagged in relief, massive shoulders finally dropping as the last of the tension bled from his frame.

“Thanks,” he mumbled, “… love you.”

“Now let’s not make this gay,” you replied without missing a beat, already reaching for your controller, only to squeal horrifically when he pinched your waist.

“We’re literally gay.”

“I don’t think I’m that gay.”

You just barely blocked the throw pillow that smacked into your face. You laughed as you dropped your controller—Jason propped himself up to glare at you.

“If you don’t hold me, I swear to god.”

Your laughter softened as you let him lay back down, slouching a little so he could rest on your lower belly.

“I’m sorry,” you said, even if your smile wasn’t very convincing. “I love you too.”

He buried his face in your hoodie. You barely heard the words he mumbled,

“That’s gay.”

“You’re actually such an ass.”

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this was cute to write and came to me so naturally, I hope you all enjoyed <3

Here’s my masterlist and requests are temporarily closed because I got a sudden influx when I was asleep and I gotta have time to write them

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I just want to say thank you for writing ftm reader x jason todd !!! if you’d like, could you write a fic where reader’s not having a very masculine day, and jason is just being a big hype man for him?? bonus points if the reader is pre-t or without top surgery. (Tysm i love your writings and this fic would make me so very happy)

yes I can absolutely do that <3 so glad you enjoyed my other ftm reader works

synopsis: Summer has the unintended consequence of making you feel kinda shitty

notes: SFW, technically, there’s no sex but Jason and Reader are a little crude and talk about their bodies (literal dick measuring mentioned)

tags: dysphoria, binding, showering, Jason being supportive, perv jokes (the reader like to watch), ftm!reader, they’re very gay, wc: 1.5k words

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It was sweltering—the muggy Gotham air permeated the apartment like a sickly omen, drowning you in your own sweat and misery.

It was mid-August, and even the closed shutters and fans and open windows weren’t enough to dissuade the heat, leaving you to melt onto the floorboards of your bedroom instead, a bowl of half melted ice cream in front of you.

You’d abandoned reading your book ages ago, a mix of your sweat dampening the thin paper and your shitty box fan desperately trying to flip the pages made it more of a struggle than it was worth.

You looked up from where you were playing with your food when you heard the front door shut.

“Hi! I’m in the bedroom!” you called out as you heard Jason walk deeper into the apartment—he peeked his head around the corner; his brow was shiny from sweat, his heart bangs clinging to damp skin as weary green eyes took in your form sprawled across the floor.

“Hey,” he grumbled as he pulled his tank top over his head, muscles and skin shifting in the dim light of the room, tan skin glistening softly. “I’m gonna take a shower—coming?”

You sat up, crossing your legs as you dropped your spoon. You messed with the oversized t-shirt draped over your frame, playing with the collar.

You hated summer. Not only because of the oppressive heat, that made you want to skin yourself alive, just for the possibility of relief; but also for the inevitability of thinking about your own body.

You couldn’t hide behind the layers you would cocoon yourself in during winter—you had to become painfully aware of yourself, become painfully aware of how others saw you.

It didn’t matter how far into your transition you were, socially, medically, legally; there was always the doubt in the back of your head, the small reminder that you would never be.

You would always remain an approximation. An imitation.

An imitation with flaws, that could be picked apart upon closer inspection—your face, your jaw, your hips, your chest, your legs, your hands.

Everything was just a little bit off.

And you had to be confronted with that.

And Jason standing half naked in front of you was not helping.

“Oh, uh, no, I’m good, thanks,” you mumbled, looking down at your ice cream, which had evolved far past mush at this point.

“You sure? You’re sweating buckets.”

You nodded silently, shifting to sit closer to the fan, the breeze caught under your shirt, making it balloon a little.

Jason knelt in front of you.

“You’re sulking.”

You blinked up at him, a healthy mix of surprised and offended, “Wha- I am not sulking.”

“Sorry; brooding.”

“I’m not brooding either!”

“Okay, then spit it out,” he cocked his head as he leaned closer, resting a knee on the ground—you felt a little lightheaded; because of the proximity or the heat, maybe both, you couldn’t tell, it didn’t matter. You were hot and he was hot, and that’s all that mattered really.

“You should come shower with me.”

“I don’t want to get undressed.”

“So you are brooding.”

“It’s dysphoria,” you rolled your eyes—you knew Jason’s words weren’t mean-spirited; you were actually sulking. But it was valid and you were so desperately uncomfortable in your own skin. “I’m allowed to brood about having tits.”

He shrugged, cupping the nape of your neck, scratching the back of your head gently with blunt nails.

“Sure, you are. But I’m pretty sure mine are bigger than yours.”

You snorted so violently your throat hurt—you hadn’t expected it and yeah his pecs were sizeable and you appreciated them but, “That’s not the same thing-“

“Your dick might be longer too,” Jason continued in the exact same matter-of-fact tone, second knee hitting the ground so he could lean closer to you, his warm breath brushing over your cheek, “But I dunno, I think we should compare-“

“Jason!”

“I’m kidding,” he smiled as he bowed his head to press his lips to yours, something chaste, a reminder of affection rather than a passionate declaration—it was far too hot and humid to make out. “But you’re definitely as manly as they come.”

“Bull.”

“So I’m a liar?”

“I think you need your eyes checked, Todd.”

“I can see my boyfriend in front of me just fine,” he shook his head, briefly letting go of you to push his hair back, “What can I do?” he asked earnestly, “Do you want me to put my shirt back on?”

“Absolutely not,” you answered before he had even properly finished his question—you were dysphoric, yes. But you were also human. And you very much enjoyed seeing him shirtless. “I just… I dunno.” He let you think for a moment, still scratching the back of your head, “Actually, can I borrow a pair of shorts?”

“Yeah, course,” he nodded, “I have several rolls of KT tape too.”

You perked up at the sound of that—wearing a binder in the middle of summer was probably the worst and most suffocating thing ever and so far had been on the fence about binding with tape but now-

“You have to shower though.” You groaned. “Dude, you’re so fucking sweaty, it would not stay on.”

“I know, I know,” you grumbled as you finally stood, dragging Jason up as you did so. He went easily enough, letting you guide him all the way to the shower. Cold tiles against your bare feet was one of few pleasures during summer.

“Turn around,” you said as you reached for the hem of your shirt. Jason stared blankly at you for a moment before sighing and turning around.

“I can’t believe you’re depriving me.”

“I just-“

“You’re fine, handsome,” he added softly, “I’m just teasing. Go shower.”

You were quick and efficient with it—you didn’t really want to see your own figure longer than necessary—you were done in less than 5 minutes flat, and you could begrudgingly admit that the cold water felt nice.

You stepped aside and wrapped yourself in a towel, waiting for Jason to strip down you may have ogled him a little as he did, and step in the shower, before you began to dry yourself off.

You disappeared to retrieve a pair of Jason’s shorts before returning, towel held against your chest to cover it; you sat your ass down on the closed toilet lid, shamelessly watching Jason wash off.

“Can I help you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he stared back at you through the glass partition.

“You could turn around for me,” you said with a beaming smile. You wolf-whistled teasingly the moment he did.

You weren’t expecting the shower head aimed straight in your direction.

You scrambled out of the bathroom with a shout, avoiding the cold spray of water and the roaring laughter back in the shower.

“You’re such an ass!”

“You’re a creep!”

You heard the water turn off and you cautiously peeked your head through the doorframe.

“Am I going to be attacked again for taking advantage of my god-given right?”

“God-given right?” he snorted as he pulled the second towel off the rack and began to dry off, “You’re a little weirdo.”

“It is not weird to look at your beautiful boyfriend!”

“Perv.”

You flipped him the bird and watched as he finished drying off and hung up the towel before walking out, still nude.

“Can you help with the tape?” you asked as you followed after him like a lost puppy in your own apartment.

“Course,” he nodded as he slipped on a pair of basketball shorts, “Go grab a pair of plasters for me?”

“Yes boss!” you said before mock saluting and disappearing to go find them.

(The first aid kit was in the kitchen cupboard under the sink, because it was the only place Jason could crawl to when he was injured and you didn’t have the heart to move it.)

You brandished them as you reentered the room and Jason gave you a thumbs up.

“Wanna do that part yourself?”

“Not jumping at the chance to touch my tits?”

“I can touch them later.” You snorted and rolled your eyes as you ditched the towel and put on the improvised nipple covers, rubbing them down to make sure the adhesive stuck before setting off on cutting up the KT tape.

You worked swiftly enough, cutting up the strips and then passing them off to Jason so he could round off the corners.

“Okay, stand against the wall,” he said as he vaguely gestured you towards an open area of the bedroom.

“Just like last time?”

“I mean, it worked last time.”

You watched him tear off the backing and place it on your skin, letting you hold down the tape before he smoothed it down in place—rinse and repeat until your chest was flat.

Jason’s smile was soft as he watched you do a giddy little dance as you admired your binded chest.

“Thanks,” you said as you finally looked up at him.

“No problem,” he huffed softly, “You look good.”

“Yeah? I feel good too.”

He reached to grab your face, kissed you again, a little harder this time around, more insistent. Your hands found themselves in his damp hair, gently tugging at soft locks. You could feel the moment he began melting in your hands like chocolate, making you pull him closer.

“Love you,” you said softly when you finally parted.

“Love you too, you little perv.”

“Oh my lord, get off me!”

(“Your ice cream is soup, by the way.”

“… Can you make me a new bowl?”

“You’re so demanding... of course, I’ll make you a new one.”)

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I loved writing the bantering so much in this one—and I know tape binding doesn’t work for some people but it’s genuinely given me so much freedom I included it <3

up next is part 3 of the Jason x Roy x reader, but in the meantime here’s my masterlist <3

(requests are still closed because I have many <3)

[myeshq]

Can we get batfam x male brother Reader who is a professional pianist and travels the world performing solo or with an orchestra (your choice) and nobody in the family notices that he is gone except Titus and Alfred (the cat) who sit by the grand piano in the manor and whine because there is no music. Your choice on how the story ends.

Big fan of your writing.

Sure, lets do it. Fair warning, I'm not a pianist or a musician, so just a heads up. And yes, this is short, but, exams, exams and praying to pass the year.

Summary: (Y/N) is a world know pianist. The only problem is that his family doesn't seem to notice him leaving for performances.

Warnings: everyone forgot about (Y/N), besides the furry residents, (Y/N) is a musician.

(Y/N)'s life was always connected to music. Ever since he was a little boy, he would be sitting at the piano, pressing at the keys, enjoying the sound of the notes and melodies he made and he enjoyed the rhythm very much. He had a highly trained ear for anything related to music and Bruce noticed that early on.

No one could deny that (Y/N) had a special connection to music and so Bruce hired a tutor for (Y/N), a renowned teacher who was well known for her tough love, but still loving methods. (Y/N) was genuinely enjoying the lessons and the nurturing of his talent clearly did him well.

He would play whenever he had the time, whenever he could sneak off, (Y/N) would be playing. Bruce would have to force him to study for school, which wasn't a problem for (Y/N) since he was studious enough, but he just wanted to play. Of course, Bruce would make sure that (Y/N) had his breaks, because it's good for your mental health to have breaks.

And to prevent burnout. Just because you love something, doesn't mean you don't need breaks, that was something that Bruce would say rather often.

But as the time went on and the night job as Batman started taking over and over, Bruce was slowly, but surely slowly losing interest in (Y/N)'s passion. He didn't want to lose it, but between his night job, Justice League, his other sons on patrol and then in the Justice Leagues and soon, (Y/N) was forgotten.

The only normal son was forgotten.

That hurt (Y/N) at first, but it is all good to (Y/N). He's a solo performer know the world over, packing concert halls. It took a while to get there, but with finishing a prestigious music academy, pure passion and competitiveness that he inherited from the Wayne family, he made it in the world of classical music.

He would often practice on the grand piano in the Manor, Alfred the cat curling on his lap, not minding the moving of (Y/N)'s legs as he pressed the pedals of the piano to tune the sound. It was oddly comforting to Alfred. And Titus, the big bastard would curl up next to the chair since he couldn't curl up at his feet.

Right now, (Y/N) was travelling all over Europe, performing all over sold out concert halls, to people who shared the same passion for classical music and for piano performances. And Europe was really amazing. Food, history, culture...

It's been a few weeks now and the Manor has been... Quiet. No piano... Nothing. Bruce and the others were just going on with their lives, not really bothered by the silence of the manor. But to the two furry residents, the silence was bothering them. A lot. Alfred the cat would climb around the closed piano, whining at the no sounds coming from it, also missing the owner of the piano as well. He would rub all over the piano, lounge on the chair of the piano, meowing and whining for the music.

Titus, the gentle giant of the two, also lounged around the piano, sniffing, nudging it with his snout, trying to get it playing, whining at it just like Alfred when it didn't start making noise. Moving to the chair, putting his head on it, just like he did when (Y/N) was back home.

But the two furry residents, the silence was torture. And they were patiently waiting for their favorite human residents to come back home. But until then... They would have to suffice with Damian, Dick, Jason and Tim, plus Bruce and actual Alfred who are taking care of them now.

But once (Y/N) is back, they are going to be the first ones to greet him.