yearner!jason x yearner!reader who are both in denial… or: two pining idiots
Just thinking about everybody else noticing, bets running on the duration of this mutual pining phase before one of you gets their shit together and tells it how it is. But alas, you are both as stubborn as you are in love.
You’ve met through Dick, who again met you through Barb; it’s a whole thing. But as soon as you and Jason clicked, you were inseparable. Rarely does one come across either of you without the other tagging along. Oh, Tim wants to go to the cinema with you? Jason’s been itching to watch that movie too! Roy wants to go out for a drink with Jason on a rare night without patrol? Suddenly Jason remembers you love that bar he chose and have been slumped with work, in need of a night off.
Neither of you sleeps alone in their apartment anymore. Never sharing a bed, of course. Jason insists on the couch, or the floor, so long as you take the bed. His back is fine, don’t worry…
You two notice as well, of course, you’re not oblivious, but it’s one thing to notice one’s own feelings and a whole other thing to speak them out loud. Of course, nobody gets Jason’s humor quite like you do, always a crinkle along your eyes when his sarcasm comes through. Jason always knows exactly which coffee (or tea) you crave when you’re grumpy or studying. Whenever you look over at him during group activities, his eyes seem to have found yours long before the thought even occurred to you, as if he was calling to you unconsciously, and vice versa. The others (safe Damian, who truly couldn’t care less he says— but secretly is your biggest shipper) were getting fed up with your “insufferable besotted gooey looks that make them want to throw up.” (They’re jealous.)
Red Hood was a whole different thing, however. You knew; being friends with more than a handful of vigilantes makes you connect the dots. As soon as you know, you’re the only one allowed to patch him up— Alfred gave you a crash course on suturing and first aid. Multiple times have you told Jason that you are the worst choice for medical assistance he could possibly make, but that doesn’t deter him. “You’re a fine choice, I trust you.”
I see confessing going multiple ways, but alas it’s up to you to decide.
Maybe Wally, whom you meet through one of the Bats, develops a flirty friendship with you. It’s all in good humor and never meant as more than the occasional comment. Wally speeds around and suddenly you say, “run slower so I can look at your ass properly.” Or you getting dressed up for the club and him whistling appreciatively (“Man, I’d like to be the guy that gets to see you like this every day”). Jason is seething, Dick is having the time of his life watching him. You’re getting ready for a group hangout, Jason sprawled on your bed with a crease between his brows, deep in thought when he blurts out. “I think I’m in love with you.” He couldn’t keep it inside anymore, not risking losing you to anybody else.
Or… Jason getting shot on patrol and it’s more blood than you’ve seen on him before. You’re panicking, he’s laughing. Then you’re quiet while digging out the bullet, possibly a little less careful than you could be. If he can laugh, he can take the pain. But then it doesn’t stop bleeding, and, while applying pressure with fresh gauze to it, you call Bruce in a panic. Jason’s getting woozy. With Alfred’s help you manage to contain the damage and suture the wound.
Bloody hands make you think, stuck in your head until Jason regains consciousness. “You scared me,” you whisper and he gives you a weak grin. “Sounds like you care for me.” “Well, I love you, obviously I fucking care for you.” It’s an accident, you barely notice, he does though. When you don’t hear a smart retort, you look up to find him staring at you with eyes full of wonder and disbelief. “Come again?” “What?” “You love me?” That’s when your words register with you as well. “Oh… yeah, I do.”
a/n: Just another random scenario I had in mind. Not proofread, just a word vomit really. Working/Brainstorming something longer, but my Bachelor thesis is kicking my ass atm lol
I want a yearner so badly wow Need me somebody obsessed with me.
summary: when you get the call from dick that jason is in the hospital, your whole world stops spinning and nothing- nothing- could tear you away from his side
word count: 3.4k
warnings: mentions of injuries and surgery, hospitals, slight angst
Bruce had to have dragged Jason kicking and screaming to get him to go to the hospital. Or, more likely, his unconscious body.
In the entire time you had been together with Jason, he had never once allowed himself to go to the hospital for any injuries sustained on missions or patrol. At the very most, he had one time stayed overnight at the manor to allow Alfred to look after him, but even that had only been decided after a huge hissy fit had been thrown.
So, when you had gotten a phone call from a frantic Dick Grayson at nearly three in the morning, words like ‘hospital’, ‘bad accident’, and ‘come now’ spewing from his lips ways you couldn’t even hope to keep up with, you didn’t hesitate to hurl yourself from the warmth of your bed.
You didn’t even recognize the fact that you were in nothing but Jason’s old sweatpants and one of his hoodies that had been lying on the dresser as you threw open your apartment door, only to come face to face with Tim.
The boy had been leaning against the wall across from your place, face paler than usual as he bit on his thumbnail, a nervous habit you had noticed he more often than not picked up whenever he was overly stressed.
On the way to the hospital in one of the many cars that were in the Wayne Manor garage, you vaguely remember Tim explaining that he hadn’t been with the others during the mission that had landed your boyfriend in the hospital. He had been on research duty in the Batcave that night and had taken it upon himself to come and get you as soon as the words ‘Jason in the hospital’ had so much as been uttered over the comms.
None of them had wanted you going out alone this late at night, let alone in the state of complete disarray they had guessed you would be in.
And they had guessed right. Your hair was no doubt sticking up every which way, you wore nothing but Jason’s old clothes, and if you looked down at your feet tapping nervously against the vehicle's floor, you were 90% sure you would find you had mismatched shoes on.
The others must’ve texted Tim to let them know what room his older brother was in, because when you got to the hospital the boy simply put a hand on your back and steered you towards the elevator as calmly as possible.
Even though you were with the Tim Drake at 3:30 in the morning in Gotham’s most busy hospital, no nurses or doctors spared the pair of you a glance.
You supposed you could thank Bruce’s hush money for that. A lot of hush money, you would bet because and entire wing on the eighth floor had been cleared to give the family privacy.
Not just that, but the man that was currently being treated was still legally dead in the eyes of everyone outside of his hospital floor, so you could make the bold assumption that Bruce wanted no questions asked whatsoever. Let alone tip-off’s to whatever paparazzi seemed to always be lurking around the family at the most inconvenient of times.
As soon as the elevator doors slid open with a soft ‘ding’ you threw yourself from them and bolted towards a nearby door that currently had familiar figures huddled around it, talking amongst themselves in hushed voices.
Dick and Bruce, ceased their speaking the moment your frantic footsteps fell upon their ears, and they turned to you with tight expressions. They both wore casual clothes, having smartly rid themselves of their vigilante suits- which you could only hope for Jason’s sake they had done for the man as well before bringing him here.
“What happened?” You all but panted out, gasping for breath as your head whipped back and forth between the two, “Where’s Jason? Is he okay?” Your voice was coming out pleading- complete and utterly scared- but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care in the slightest.
From the moment Jason’s elder brother's name had flashed across your phone screen, your heart had dropped in your chest and it still had yet to be picked back up. Fear clawed at every fiber of your being embedding itself into every thought you had and breath you took.
Dick caught you with ease as you practically stumbled to a stop in front of them, a gentle grip on your forearms being used to pull you closer into a hug.
Your heart pounded frantically against your ribcage, but you allowed your shaking form to burrow itself into the man’s chest for a moment. Wrapped in the familiar, and comforting embrace, your tremors finally ceased just the tiniest bit.
In the years since you had been in a relationship with Jason Todd, you had found yourself growing close with his family. When he had finally allowed them ‘the privilege’ - as he called it- to meet you. You oftentimes joined them for monthly family dinners, having to practically drag Jason there with you, and always had what you liked to call ‘an open window policy’ for any of his family members.
Whether it be they need some company during the day, or some hot coco after a long night of patrol, they were always welcomed in your shared apartment.
Much to Jason’s pretended dismay, of course.
When you finally peeled yourself from Grayson’s hold, you stared up at him with tears in your eyes, “What happened?” You asked again, but your voice shook even as you spoke the simple two words.
You watched as the man’s blue eyes shot behind you to where his father and brother stood, silently watching the exchange, and you can only assume Bruce gave a small nod as a go-ahead before Dick sighed and looked at you gently once more.
“There was… an explosion.” He explained softly, his hand finding your shoulder to rub comfortingly, “Jason had been getting some last minute civilians out of the way, and was standing too close to the blast.” You could tell that him talking about the accident his little brother had pained him, but he still took a deep breath and shouldered on for your sake, “He’s in surgery now, but he was knocked unconscious. Multiple broken bones from what we could tell. And what we couldn’t…” He swallowed thickly, “It was bad.”
He released a shaky breath as a lone tear streaked its way down your cheek.
You whipped around to face Bruce, who watched you with a soft expression that he often didn’t let show under his tough exterior, “But he’s gonna be okay, right?” You demanded, not caring how harsh or demanding you sounded at the moment, “You’re going to make sure he’s okay.” The second part wasn’t a question.
Bruce sighed gently, reaching up to tenderly wipe the tear off your face in a rare show of soft affection, “He’s going to be okay.” He promised in that deep, sure voice of his.
And in that moment, all four of you knew that he had no way of knowing for sure. That even he, the great Batman, could not say such things with complete certainty.
Another tear slipped down your face.
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You couldn’t tell exactly how long had passed since you and Tim wound up at the hospital during the witching hours of the morning.
All you knew was that hours had to have gone by, and that was only determined by the fact that the sun had long since risen in the sky.
Jason had come back from surgery, and according to the singular doctor that came to speak with Bruce- again, must’ve been the hush money to have a limited, yet highly capable, staff taking care of his son- he would be alright. He was currently stable.
The man had been wheeled into what you could only assume to be the largest and nicest room in all of the hospital a while ago. And while he had yet to wake up, you had yet to leave his side from the moment you eyes locked onto his unconscious form.
Currently, you sat in a chair pulled all the way to the side of Jason’s bed, hunched over as you delicately held his hand, as though even squeezing it slightly would break it. But you also couldn’t bring yourself to lose this skin-to-skin contact. It was the only thing grounding you in the moment. The only thing keeping you sane by telling you that the man you loved was in fact there, and would make a full- albeit slow- recovery.
Up until a few moments ago, the room hadn’t been completely empty other than for you two, but Bruce, Dick, and Tim had stepped out to let the rest of the family know what was going on.
Still, even when Dick told you softly what they were doing, all you could manage was a nod. You hadn’t even looked his way, too absorbed in staring at every inch of Jason’s face.
You had long since memorized the faint scars that littered every inch of his skin, had come to love them through soft traces and late night kisses pressed against them. Now, however, more scrapes adorned his features, the skin under his eyes were sunken in, and bruises blossomed on unfairly pale skin.
The only time your gaze faltered was when it drifted to his chest, which had a stark white blanket pulled up to it, and rose and fell with his steady breathing. Every once and a while you had to make sure it was still moving rhythmically.
God, you would do anything to go back in time. To the night before, when you had given him a soft kiss and a lingering hug before he slipped out of the window for patrol that night.
You should’ve held on longer. You should’ve insisted that he stay and have a movie night with you, god knows it was long overdue.
But, no. You had simply smiled up at him, had told him to be careful, and let him be on his merry way.
And now? Now he was in a hospital bed that he was far too large for, yet looked unnecessarily small in.
If you had any tears left in you, you were sure that they would’ve escaped once more. But you didn’t, your glistening face full of dried tears said all it needed to.
The hospital room door opened with a slight creak, a quiet but firm footsteps shuffled over to where you were. It was only when you felt a presence directly at your side did you tear your eyes away from Jason’s face.
“Hi, Dami.” You croaked, voice coming out scratchy as though you hadn’t used it in hours. And maybe you hadn’t, how would you know?
The young boy gave you a nod, holding out a styrofoam hospital to-go cup that had steam rising from the top of it to you.
You took it without question, and when you glanced down at it, the first small smile in a long time broke its way onto your face. It was a hot chocolate with four marshmallows and some whipped cream. The same as you always made for Damian whenever he stopped by your apartment after a particularly grueling night of patrol.
“Thank you.” You told the boy sincerely, reaching out with your free hand that you had finally slipped from Jason, and grasped his, giving it a singular squeeze as you did so.
“You have not had any form of nourishment since you’ve been here.” The youngest Wayne’s usual clipped tone was present, but was softened slightly around the edges in ways that it normally wasn’t, “I believe father and Grayson have called Pennyworth for some food and have collected you some as well.”
A small shake of your head was all you could give, “I appreciate the hot coco, Dami, but I don’t think I could stomach anything to eat right now.”
Alarmed eyes shot to you, “But… you always eat.” The boy said slowly, as if assessing the armed robbery situation.
That almost made you laugh a little, but you were able to at least smirk softly, knowing that had Jason been awake, he would’ve reached over and attempted to strangle the boy for the implications. Of course, it wasn’t what Damian meant, but your boyfriend would have attempted to defend your honor nonetheless.
“I’m too worried about Jason to eat,” You admitted lightly, having known the dark haired boy well enough by this point to know that sometimes he needed things like this explained out for him to understand, “If I eat right now, I might vomit all over this pristine room.” You added the second part teasingly, hoping to ease some of the concern from his tight features.
It didn’t appear to help, however, as the frown on Jason’s youngest brother deepened, “Well, that is unacceptable. I shall call father and tell him to get you something lighter so it will not upset your stomach.”
Your heart practically melted at the young boys worrying over you. It was sweet in ways you knew he would die before admitting, and as he stood like a guard at your side, you reached up and squeezed his hand once more, “Thank you, Dami.” You repeated, knowing that it was the only sentiment he would accept at the moment without the tips of his ears turning red.
The boy lingered a moment longer, his green eyes sweeping over you, then one last time to his elder brother, before nodding curtly and exiting the room to no doubt give Alfred and Bruce his new orders.
While sipping gingerly on the warm drink, you took Jason’s hand in yours once more and swept your thumb over the back of his rough and cracked knuckles that the doctors had cleaned up.
Slowly, you lifted your intertwined fingers and placed a delicate kiss to the back of his, “I love you.” You whispered into the space between you, “Take your time healing, Jay, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
—
“You look like shit.”
After eating your plain rice- which had been specifically requested for you personally by Damian- under the young boy's watchful eye, as well as Dick, Tim, and Bruce’s, you had once more been left alone in the hospital room.
You could only assume that another couple of hours had passed since they had gone back to the manor to shower off the horrors of the night and change into fresh clothes. And though they had tried to insist you do the same, you had not budged from your seat, you refused to leave Jason alone.
What if you weren’t there when he woke up? What if he looked for you? What if he needed you?
So, no thank you. You would stay right where you were until you could leave the hospital hand in hand with your beloved boyfriend.
Your eyes shot up to the door, where Stephanie, Cass, and Babs and just entered through.
Cass sent a sharp jab of her elbow into the blonde haired girl's side, who doubled over slightly with wide eyes, “What?” She cried dramatically, “I’m just stating the obvious!”
The corner of your lips ticked up at the girl's bluntness that you had long since not only grown used to, but grown to love.
“Thanks, Steph.” You chuckled quietly, leaning back slightly in your chair but keeping your ginger grip on your boyfriend's hand.
“We just came to check up on you and Jay.” Barbara explained, wheeling over to where you sat with a soft smile. You accepted her quick hug by wrapping one arm around her in return.
You gave the same to Stephanie, who shot you and apologetic smile before bending down at the waist to embrace you, closely followed by Cass who also dropped a quick kiss to the side of your head.
“How is he?” Gordon asked, shooting a worried look to the man who still lay unmoving and unconscious.
A hand was run down your face as you heaved a small sigh, “The doctor just came to check on him a few minutes ago and he’s still stable. Might just take a while longer for him to wake up.” You informed the girls, who hummed in acknowledgment.
“We can take over from here.” Stephanie offered, dropping sideways into a chair previously occupied by Dick with her legs kicked up over the side, “You should go home and get some rest. We’ll watch out for him.”
You had no doubt in your mind that they would do so, but you still gently shook your head, “No, I’m good where I am.” You promised them, ignoring the skeptical looks that they shit between one another.
Babs sighed long and heavy, “There’s nothing we can say to convince you otherwise?” And when you shook your head once more, she grumbled, “You’re just as stubborn as he is.”
That elicited another small smile out of you as your gaze found Jason’s steadily rising chest once more before floating up to his gentle features, “Yeah, I guess I am.”
—
Jason’s family members continued to filter in and out of the hospital room, sometimes lingering in silence, sometimes trying to convince you to go home and take care of yourself. But through it all, you remained unmoving.
Nothing in the universe could’ve gotten you to leave your boyfriend's side, and though you’re sure the others had figured that out long ago, that hadn’t deterred them from attempting to help you.
You appreciated their efforts, truly you did, but what you needed more than anything in the world was to be there for Jason. You owed him at least that much.
It wasn’t until much later when you were once more all alone that the man finally stirred, that his eyes fluttered open and effectively stopped your heart from beating all together and air from entering your lungs.
“S-sweetheart?” Jason’s voice was gravely as he attempted to squint up at you, those beautiful green orbs that you loved so much flashing with confusion.
“Oh, Jason,” You all but sobbed, falling from the edge of your chair where you and been perched to your knees beside his bed, “You’re awake.”
With a gentleness you never thought yourself capable of, you reached up and brushed his beloved white streak from the center of his forehead, tears you had thought long gone filling your eyes.
The man’s eyebrows furrowed as a tear streaked down the side of your face, and he lifted a shaky hand to gently brush it away, “W-why are you-“ He cut himself off with a series of harsh coughs, and it immediately snapped you out of whatever trance of happiness you had been transported into.
Your eyes flew wide in a panic and you stumbled to your feet, accidentally tearing your hand out of his in the process, “Wait, Jay, don’t try to talk.” You hurriedly looked around, “I need to get you some water. And, god, you’re probably hungry to. Oh, Bruce and the others will want to hear you’re awake. And, oh my god, I have to get the doctor-“
“Baby.” Jason had pushed himself into a sitting position with a slight wince, and reaching out to lock your fingers together once more, effectively cutting your ramblings off, “I’m- I’m okay, sweetheart.” When he tipped his lips upwards in a soft smile, everything inside of you short circuited, just as it always did, even after all this time together.
“Oh, Jay,” You practically fell into his arms, though you were extremely careful to keep the entirety of your bodyweight off of him even as you snuggled into his chest, “I was so worried about you. I got a call saying to come to the hospital- and I assumed the worst and I-“ Another sob wracked through your body.
Jason shushed you soothingly, one arm secured around your waist while his other hand ran gently through your hair, “I’m alright, baby, I promise I am.”
You pulled back just enough to see his face through blurry vision, “Don’t you dare ever-“ You cut yourself off with a small hiccup, “Ever do that to me again, Jason Peter Todd, you hear me?”
The dark haired man smirked up at you, “Yes, ma’am.” He promised, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that you couldn’t help but melt completely into.
⤷ ゛The batboys are all very different when it comes to treating their partner. But which one do you like best? ˎˊ˗
batboys (separately) x reader, established relationship, fem!reader in mind, header says it all, CLICHE STUFF, the crossed off parts are kind of like things people PORTRAY them as.
A/n: got this idea at 2am when I couldn't sleep
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Bruce Wayne ᯓ
Bruce leads with elegance.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to have a sugar daddy?
He's a man of few words, but thousands of actions. It's never easy to tell what he's thinking or feeling, but he never hides it from you.
And while not relying on his speech a lot, when he does, he's bold. The way he speaks to you is beyond any kind of other conversations you've had in your life. He explains slow without yelling and repeats himself when needed without making you feel stupid for not knowing or understanding.
At the start of your relationship he didn't dare touch you without your permission and to a certain extent, he still doesn't. Instead of words though, now he uses gestures like waiting for half a second or looking up at you before you nod for permission.
"I love you" is the strongest and most meaningful thing for him to say. Because Bruce is always truthful, and when he says it, he means it fully.
You were also shown off. Regardless of Bruce being a very protective man of you, he couldn't help himself but show you to the world. Galas, events, work. Anywhere he could keep you by his side, you'd be asked to accompany him.
And do I need to mention the black amex card being 24/7 in your use? Sometimes you won't even need to ask, because he knows you rarely do. You're just gonna find it next to your coffee the next morning.
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Dick Grayson ᯓ
Dick leads with empathy.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be with the golden retriever guy?
He's a born leader who possesses high emotional intelligence. And that makes him great not only at noticing your problems, but solving them before you even know.
He doesn't need you to tell him when something is wrong or when you're upset, he knows. And you can be sure that that is never ignored.
Unlike Bruce, Dick is a man of both actions and words. He compliments you without a second thought and knows exactly what and how to say it.
No one can deny how social and loved he is. He's the kindest man you've ever known and others could see it too. And Dick is aware he's liked, but he never oversteps. He might be kind to others, but that could never compare to the princess treatment he gives you.
PDA also falls into that category. In public everyone can see you're with him. And he isn't usually a very jealous or possessive man. Neither is he the type to threaten someone, but it's because he doesn't need to. The moment another man spots the gentle, yet firm hand sitting on top of your hips or around your waist, he knows it's time to back off.
Sidewalk rule. It's sacred to him, he swears. The thought of you being in danger even in those small ways terrifies him to the core and he cannot stand it. Call him paranoid, but he will stay like that.
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Jason Todd ᯓ
Jason leads with impulsivity.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be dating a criminal?
While Jason might have that 'bad boy' look with the clothes, motorcycle, muscles and hair, he is certainly far from the confident one in your relationship.
Jason doesn't know how to love 'properly' or at least he thought so. Because he thought there was a right way to do things, until you told them love doesn't have any rules.
That's when he started to show how he is in the relationship. He doesn't wait nor think about what he says or does after he's gotten comfortable. But that's what you can always count on - truthfulness. Because the words come out so immediately he couldn't have possibly even thought of lying to you about something.
Assurance comes along with it. Jason knows what it's like to be troubled with so much and he would never want the person who he loves so dearly to ever feel like he did. So despite it being hard for him, he makes sure you never doubt yourself at what you do.
And last, but not least - the calmness that lays in him under all those feelings. Because when you ask to stay with him, he will never tell you no. And for Jason to allow someone to see him in all kinds of states is enough to prove how much he cares.
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Tim Drake ᯓ
Tim leads with intelligence.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to date a nerd?
Tim has always relied on his intellect. Before and while being Robin. It is one of his traits that has been most useful to him his whole life. And that's why he puts it in his relationship too.
Most of the time it doesn't even happen on purpose. But in his head he just does it without realizing. The amount of time you've spent doing certain things, whether you're being repetitive or simply checking where you are sometimes.
...Honestly kind of creepy if you ask someone else about it. But he doesn't do it with that intent. Most of the time, he doesn't even have an intent on doing it. It just happens. He loves you, he wants to know you better - sue him.
Because those things later turn into him understanding you better. In certain situations, on what to get you as a gift, on how you feel during certain situations based on your expression and in what mood you are in.
He's happy when you are, so just lay there with him and sleep for a day and a half and the marriage proposal will be right there, believe me.
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Damian Al-Ghul Wayne ᯓ
Damian leads with independence.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to date the black cat?
Damian has been raised in a...certain way that may not always align with everyone's way of seeing things and he has already accepted that. But he also can't deny how much he has picked up from it.
He possesses a caring nature under all the negative emotions and the only time you could see this is when he's with his animals and you. And he shows it in a quite specific way, because growing up without a father and a mother (to an extent) figure certainly has created a mindset in him.
If you want something, you go and get it yourself.
And that's how he does everything when it comes to your relationship with him too. If he wants to say something, he will. And you best believe he'd do everything for you.
Because while Damian may seem rough outside, he treats his partner with the most respect that he doesn't even hold towards himself. He makes sure you're always taken care of, not because of gender roles or traditions, but because that's the best way he has to express exactly how much he feels.
could I ask for a completely civilian reader x Jason T who gets injured trying to protect Jason?
Thank you!!!
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Here is what you know about Jason Todd.
You know he's Red Hood. You know what that means in terms of the specific arithmetic of his life — the danger, the enemies, the nights he comes home wrong and won't say how. You know the safe house has four locks, and you know why. You know the particular sound he makes when something hurts that he's not going to mention, and you know the difference between the nightmares and the regular not-sleeping, and you know that he takes his coffee black except when he's had a very bad week, and then it's two sugars, and he won't acknowledge the two sugars.
You know him.
What you don't know — what you have no framework for, no training for, no version of yourself that has ever needed to know — is what to do when you're in the wrong place, and someone points a gun at the back of his head.
It turns out your body knows before you do.
It's not supposed to be a thing.
That's what makes it — that's the part that Jason will turn over later, in the specific way he processes failures, looking for every point where it went wrong. It's not supposed to be a thing. You're picking him up. That's it. He'd texted — can you come get me, 4th and Morrison, don't ask — which is a Jason text, which you've received variations of before, which means something went sideways with transport and he needs a quiet exit, and your car is the quiet exit.
You'd parked on Morrison.
You'd waited.
He'd come out of the alley in the civilian clothes he keeps for exactly this purpose — the ones that make him look like a large man who has been somewhere, which is true, rather than Red Hood, which is what he's been — and you'd seen him and gotten out of the car because it was a nice night and you'd been sitting for twenty minutes and your legs wanted the air.
That's the variable.
You getting out of the car is the variable.
Because if you'd stayed in the car you'd have seen it but not been close enough, and the man who comes out of the shadows behind Jason with the gun already raised would have had his moment and then Jason's training would have kicked in and Jason would have handled it, probably, would have turned at the last second or dropped or done something that you don't have the vocabulary for but that he does.
But you're out of the car.
And you're closer than the car.
And Jason is looking at you and not behind him.
And your body moves.
Later, you won't be able to reconstruct the decision.
Because it isn't one. A decision implies a moment of choosing, a pros and cons, a moment where you weigh the variables and select an outcome. What happens is not that.
What happens is: you see it, and then you're moving, and then you're between Jason and the gun, and then there's a sound, and then there's a pain in your side that is so immediate and total that it whites out everything else for a second.
Then the ground.
Then Jason's voice, which is a sound you've never heard from him before, which is outside the entire vocabulary of Jason Todd sounds you've catalogued over the time you've known him.
Then his hands.
He catches you before the ground does, which is something which he will be grateful for later, but cannot access right now because right now he is — he is not okay, Jason Todd is not okay, the armor is off, the mask is off, and there's blood on his hand,s and it's yours.
The man with the gun is not a concern anymore.
He'd been a concern for approximately four seconds after the shot, and then he was not, because Jason had dealt with him with the focused efficiency of someone who has a much more immediate priority and needs this particular variable removed.
He's on the ground with you now.
His hands on your side, the wound, applying pressure with the practiced certainty of someone who has done field medicine in worse conditions and is currently finding that knowing what to do and being able to do it clearly are two different things when it's you.
"Hey," he says. His voice is doing something he can't control. "Hey, look at me."
You look at him.
Your face is doing the thing faces do when the body is processing something large — very present and very far away simultaneously.
"Hi," you say.
"Don't hi me," he says, which doesn't make sense, which is what comes out. "I need you to stay with me. Can you do that?"
"I'm here," you say. "I'm —" you make a sound that you're trying to make smaller than it is. "That really hurts."
"I know. I know it does." His hands are steady. His hands are always steady. "I've got you. I've got pressure on it. You're going to be okay."
"Is the guy — "
"Don't worry about the guy."
"Jason — "
"He's handled. Don't worry about the guy." He looks at your face, doing the assessment, the field assessment, cataloguing everything he can see. "I'm going to call — I need to call this in. I'm going to keep pressure, okay? I need you to hold this." He takes your hand and puts it over his. "Press. Like this. Don't let up."
You press.
He makes the call one-handed, fast, the terse, efficient language of someone reporting a situation, coordinates, injury type, and then he hangs up, and his other hand comes back to yours, and he's looking at you with an expression you haven't seen on him.
Not one you have a name for.
"Four minutes," he says. "They're four minutes out."
"Okay," you say.
"Talk to me," he says.
"About what?"
"Anything. Talk to me about anything."
You look at him.
His jaw is doing the thing. The thing where he's holding something back through sheer structural force of will, where the thing that wants to come out is too large and too immediate, and he's keeping it contained because right now, contained is what's needed.
"You didn't hear him," you say.
"No," Jason says. "I didn't."
"He was behind you."
"I know."
"I saw him and I just — I didn't think, I just — "
"I know," Jason says, and his voice cracks slightly on it, just at the edge, just enough. "I know you did. We're going to — we can talk about that later. Right now, I need you to keep talking."
"My car's in a tow zone probably," you say.
Something happens on his face. Not quite a laugh. The shape of one, without any of the air in it. “Yeah, it probably is.”
"You're going to have to deal with that."
"I'll deal with it."
"The fine's going to be — "
"I'll deal with it," he says again, firmer, the firmness of someone who needs you to understand that every single thing that is not you right now is completely irrelevant. "I'll deal with everything. Just keep talking."
"Okay," you say.
You keep talking.
You tell him about your day, which is a strange thing to tell someone while you're bleeding on the street, but he asked for anything, and your day is what you have. The meeting that went long. The lunch that was good. The drive over, the radio station you'd had on, the song that had been playing when he texted.
He listens to all of it.
His hands don't move.
Four minutes is four minutes, and then there are people and noise and Jason's hands are replaced by other hands, and someone is talking to you, and Jason is still there, right there, not moving, and the last thing you see before they load you is his face —
Still doing the thing you don't have a name for.
Still doing it.
The hospital is the hospital.
Jason knows hospitals. He has a complicated relationship with hospitals that involves a significant amount of personal history and a general preference for avoiding them, but he knows how they work, and right now, how they work is: he sits in a chair, and he waits.
Roy arrives twenty minutes in.
He sits in the chair next to Jason without asking if Jason wants company, which is the correct call, and he looks at Jason's hands, which still have blood on them, and he doesn't say anything about that either.
"She moved," Jason says.
"I know," Roy says.
"She's a civilian. She has no training. She doesn't — she's never — " He stops. "She just moved. Like it was obvious. Like there was no other option."
"She could have — if it had been six inches to the left, she could have — " Jason stops again. His hands are on his knees, and they're not steady now, not anymore. The field is over, and the steadiness has gone with it. "She could have died."
"She didn't," Roy says.
"This time."
"This time is the one that happened." Roy looks at him steadily. "She's in there, and she's going to be okay, and that's what's true right now."
"She did it for me," Jason says, and the words are bare, just the bones of them. "She threw herself in front of — for me. She got shot for me."
Roy doesn't say anything.
"I don't — " Jason looks at his hands. "I've had people get hurt because of me. Because of what I am, because of proximity, because I exist, and existing makes the people near me targets. I know that. I've always known that." He exhales. "This is different. She chose it. She saw it, and she chose."
"Yeah," Roy says. "She did."
"That's — " He can't finish it.
Roy puts a hand on his shoulder.
They sit.
She's out of surgery in two hours.
The doctor says through and through, clean exit, no organ involvement, she's going to be sore for a while, but she's going to be fine, and Jason stands there receiving this information and nods and says thank you in a voice that is mostly functional.
Then he sits back down.
Roy brings him coffee from the machine down the hall. It's bad coffee. Jason drinks it.
'You can go see her,' Roy says, eventually.
"In a minute."
"Jay — "
"In a minute," he says again.
He needs the minute because he knows what's going to happen when he walks into that room — he knows his own face, knows what it's going to do when he sees her, and he needs a minute to find the version of himself that can walk in there and be present rather than the version that's been sitting in this chair for two hours with blood on his hands.
He takes the minute.
Then he goes.
You're awake.
That's the first thing. You're awake, and you turn your head when he comes through the door, and your face does — your face does the thing, the specific thing, the one that's just for him, and something in Jason's chest that has been locked for two hours releases without permission.
He comes and sits in the chair by the bed.
He looks at you.
You look at him.
"Hi," you say, for the second time tonight, and this time he doesn't tell you not to hi him, he just exhales.
"Hi," he says.
"I'm okay," you say.
"I know. They told me."
"You look terrible," you say.
"You're the one who got shot."
"And you look worse than me," you say, which isn't true and is also exactly true, and something in his jaw does the thing.
"You scared me," he says.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Don't — " he stops. "Don't apologize. I'm not — " He looks at your hands, folded on the blanket, and he reaches over and puts his over them. "You shouldn't have done that."
"He was going to shoot you," you say.
"I know."
"In the back of the head, Jason. He had it — "
"I know," he says, quieter. "I know what he had. I know what would have happened. I know." His hand tightens over yours. "And I know why you did it. I'm just — I need a minute to be terrified before I can get to grateful."
"Okay," you say.
"You're a civilian," he says. "You have no — you didn't — there was no reason that should have been your instinct — "
"You're the person I love," you say, simply. "That was my reason."
Jason looks at you.
The thing on his face — the one you didn't have a name for on the street — is still there, and you can see it clearly now, in the hospital light, without the field and the blood and the four minutes.
It's something that looks like grief and looks like gratitude and looks like a man who has been certain for a long time that he is someone things happen to and not someone things are chosen for, looking at evidence to the contrary and not knowing what to do with it.
"That can't be enough of a reason," he says.
"It was," you say.
"You could have — "
"I know what I could have. I know the math, Jason, I'm not — I knew what I was doing." You look at him steadily. "I'd do it again."
"Don't," he says. "Don't say that."
"It's true."
"I know it's true. That's why I'm asking you not to say it." His hand over yours, both of his now, the way he holds things he's afraid of losing. "I need you to not be — I need you to be alive. That's the only thing I need. Whatever I am, whatever this costs, the one non-negotiable is you being alive."
"Okay," you say.
"Okay," he repeats, like he's checking that the word means what he needs it to mean.
"But Jason," you say.
"Yeah."
"Same goes," you say. "You being alive. That's the thing. That's why I moved." You hold his gaze. "So we're even on the non-negotiable."
He looks at you for a long time.
"We're not even," he says. "You got shot."
"Minor," you say.
"Through and through is not — "
"The doctor said clean exit. That's basically a graze."
"It is categorically not a graze — "
"Jason."
"What?"
"Come here," you say.
He looks at the chair. At the bed. At you, shifting slightly to make room, which makes you wince, which makes him immediately say don't move, stop moving, and stand up.
"Carefully," you say.
"I'm not — "
"Carefully," you say again, and he carefully sits on the edge of the bed and carefully doesn't jostle you, and you put your head against his shoulder, and he puts his arm around you with the specific gentleness of someone handling something precious.
"You scared me," he says again, into your hair.
"I know," you say. "I'm sorry about that part."
"Just that part?"
"Just that part," you confirm.
He exhales.
You sit in the hospital room, and he holds you carefully, and somewhere down the hall, Roy is being told he can't have more than one person in the room and is arguing about this with the specific Roy Harper energy that means he's going to win eventually.
"The car's in a tow zone," you say, after a while.
"I know."
"You said you'd deal with it."
"I'll deal with it tomorrow."
"The fine is going to be — "
“I'll deal with it,” he says, for the third time, which this time means something slightly different, which is: I will deal with every fine, and every logistics problem, and everything that is not you being okay, because you being okay is the only variable that matters, and everything else is administrative.
You understand this.
You lean a little more into his shoulder.
He holds on.
He doesn't leave the hospital.
Roy brings him food at some point, bad vending machine food, which Jason eats without comment. A nurse tells him visiting hours are technically over, and he looks at her with a look, and she decides the policy has some flexibility.
You sleep.
He watches you sleep the way he watches things that matter to him — precisely, completely, as if he looks away, something might change.
You don't.
You're there when you wake up, and he's still in the chair, and the sun is coming through the hospital blinds, and his hands are on his knees, and he's watching you with that expression.
"You stayed," you say.
"Obviously," he says.
"You should have slept — "
"I'm fine."
"Jason — "
"I'm fine," he says, and it's the rare version, the one that's actually true. "I'm fine. You're here. I'm fine."
You look at him.
He looks at you.
"Okay," you say.
"Okay," he says.
Outside, Gotham is doing what Gotham does.
In here, you're here, and he's here, and the thing that almost happened didn't happen, and that's the whole of it, that's the entire thing.
I just imagined Jason upgrading something in his suit without much thought that anybody would notice, because it’s just some detail that would make moving quicker or fighting easier. Maybe different plates, something about his helmet, or boots. And then reader noticing it right away before he’s gone for patrol; commenting on it with approval and excitement, and Jason is not able to think about anything else for the rest of the night, because what do you mean you noticed something so small, and you liked it, and asked what exactly the new upgrade did? patrol could go to hell, because in that moment he wanted to just show you every piece of his equipment if it meant you looked at him with those big and excited, and curious eyes, and asked questions (and made him feel noticed)—
summary: Carlos finds out you've secretly been learning Spanish for a month. On Duolingo.
warnings: none!
word count: 1500
pre a/n: i really like this concept and thought that it was cute enough to make a good oneshot
He doesn’t mean to snoop.
Carlos swears that to himself later.
At the time, your phone is just… there. Face up on the kitchen counter, screen lighting up every few seconds like it has something urgent to say. You’re in the other room, humming off-key while you try to fix the washing machine you absolutely should not be touching.
He glances at the screen once.
Then again.
A green owl stares back at him.
Carlos squints. “¿Qué…?”
Another notification pops up.
“You’re on a 30-day streak! Don’t lose it now!”
He frowns, thumb hovering. He’s seen the app before, of course. Everyone has. But—
Why is your phone yelling about streaks in English and Spanish?
Curiosity wins faster than his sense of boundaries.
He taps.
You’re mid-battle with a screwdriver when you hear it.
“¿‘La manzana es roja’?” Carlos’ voice echoes from the kitchen, amused, confused, and very much awake to something.
You freeze. The screwdriver slips out of your hand and clatters dramatically to the floor like it’s trying to expose you further.
“…No.” Then louder, panic kicking in, “Don’t touch that!”
Too late.
You rush into the kitchen just in time to see him leaning against the counter, your phone in his hand, thumb casually swiping through your Duolingo lessons like he’s flipping channels.
He looks up at you. Slow grin. Dangerous grin.
“Oh.” He drags it out, eyes sparkling. “So this is why you disappear every night with your phone.”
You stop dead a few steps away, arms crossing automatically like that might protect you from embarrassment. “It’s nothing.”
“Nothing?” He taps your screen again, reading, “‘Yo bebo agua.’” His head tilts as he looks back at you. “You drink water? Impressive. Very advanced, mi vida.”
You groan, dragging your hands over your face. “Charly, give it back.”
Instead of listening, he steps closer, attention shifting. The teasing softens just enough to let something more curious slip through. “Wait.” His voice drops a little. “You’ve been learning Spanish?”
You hesitate. There it is. That moment where it suddenly feels stupid to admit something that mattered enough to keep secret.
“It’s not a big deal.” You shrug, eyes flicking away. “I just thought… since your family, and your friends, and everything… I didn’t want to always be the only one who doesn’t understand anything.”
He goes still. Not dramatic. Not heavy. Just… quiet.
His eyes flick down to your phone again, scrolling slower now, taking it in properly. “Treinta días.” He reads it under his breath. When he looks back up, something softer lingers behind the amusement. “You’ve been doing this every day?”
You shrug again, suddenly very interested in a random spot on the counter. “I mean. It’s just an app. And I got the Max thing so it explains stuff better. It’s not—”
“Max?” He blinks, cutting in before you can finish. “You paid for it?”
Now you really want to disappear.
“It was on discount. And it helps with pronunciation and… Just don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“I’m not making a big deal.” But he is smiling again.
Not the teasing one. Not fully. Something warmer. Softer. Like he’s trying not to let it show too much.
And then, of course, he ruins it.
“Say something.”
You narrow your eyes immediately. “No.”
“Come on.” He steps closer until there’s barely space between you. “Say something in Spanish. I want to hear.”
“I’m not performing for you.”
“Just one thing.” He nudges your arm lightly. “Anything.”
You hesitate. Then, very quietly, like it might fall apart if you say it too loud, you do. “…Me gusta el café.”
Carlos blinks. His mouth twitches.
And then he laughs.
Not mean. Not mocking. Just completely, helplessly delighted.
“You like coffee?” He looks at you like you’ve just revealed something shocking. “Wow. I had no idea. This changes everything.”
You shove his shoulder. “Shut up!”
He’s still laughing, catching your wrist before you can pull away. “No, no, wait! Say another one.”
“I’m not gonna.”
“Please.”
That stops you.
There’s something different in his voice now. Less teasing. More… genuine.
You sigh, giving in just a little.
“…Eres… muy… annoying.” The second it leaves your mouth, you cringe.
He snorts. “Muy annoying. Perfect. Fluent already.”
You roll your eyes. “I hate you.”
“Mentira.” The word comes automatically, easy and soft. Lie.
He glances down at your phone again, thumb brushing over the screen more carefully this time. “You’ve been practicing pronunciation too?”
You nod, a little sheepish. “It has this thing where you can speak into it and it corrects you.”
“Ah.” He nods like that explains everything.
A small pause settles. Then another. And suddenly, without warning, he switches to Spanish. “¿Por qué no me dijiste?”
You blink at him, completely lost for a second. “I don’t understand you when you go that fast.”
He huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Lo siento.” Softer this time. Then he switches back. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You shrug, smaller now. “I don’t know. I just… wanted to try first. Without making it a whole thing.”
He studies you for a second. Then he hands your phone back. But he doesn’t step away. “Okay.” Simple. Decided. “Then we try now.”
You frown. “Try what?”
“Spanish.”
You immediately shake your head. “Nope. Absolutely not. You’re not turning this into a lesson.”
“I’m not.” The grin is back. “Just… a little help.”
You narrow your eyes. “Your ‘little help’ is going to turn into you laughing at me.”
“I’m already laughing at you.”
You pause. “…Fair.”
He leans in slightly, voice dropping like he’s letting you in on something. “Say ‘you’re annoying’ again.”
You hesitate. Then, cautiously, “Eres… molesto?”
He winces.
You gasp. “What? What did I say?!”
“Molesto is… okay.” He’s clearly trying not to smile. “But… maybe not what you want.”
“Oh my God.” You groan, covering your face again. “See? This is why I didn’t tell you.”
“No, no.” He reaches for your hand before you can retreat. “Wait. Say it like this.”
He pauses, thinking for a second. Then slower, clearer, he says it. “Eres… pesado.”
You repeat it under your breath. “Pesado.”
“Sí. Now say the whole thing.”
You look at him, already suspicious. “Eres pesado.”
He grins immediately. “Better.”
“What does that one mean?”
He tilts his head, pretending to think. “It means… you love me.”
You squint. “That’s not true.”
“Okay.” He laughs. “It means I’m annoying.”
“I knew it.”
“But.” His hand squeezes yours lightly. “You said it better this time.”
There’s that warmth again. Not loud. Not overwhelming. Just… there.
You glance down at your phone, then back at him. “You’re not weirded out by it?”
“By what?”
“This.” You gesture vaguely. “Me trying to learn. In secret. Like some kind of language spy.”
He smiles. “A little weird.” You groan at his response instantly. “But mostly… I like it.”
You blink. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs, like it’s obvious. “It’s nice.”
That’s it. No big speech. No dramatic moment.
Just ‘nice’.
And somehow, that lands harder. You exhale, tension you didn’t even realize you were holding finally slipping away. “Don’t tell your mom.”
He laughs immediately. “Oh, I’m definitely telling my mom.”
“Carlos.”
“She’s going to love you even more.”
“She already doesn’t understand me.”
“Exactly.” His grin widens. “Now you can confuse her in two languages.”
You shake your head, but you’re smiling.
“Okay.” He shifts again, a little more serious this time. “From now on… we practice together.”
You hesitate. Then slowly, “You promise not to be annoying about it?”
He grins. “No.”
You sigh. “Great.”
“But I promise I’ll help.”
A small pause settles between you. Then he leans in just a little closer, voice dropping again. “Mi chica inteligente.”
This time, you don’t miss it. The meaning clicks instantly, and it shows in the way your expression softens. A smile pulls at your lips. “Don’t start.”
He notices. Of course he does. And he looks far too pleased about it. “Then say something back.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re already grabbing your phone, opening the app again. “Fine. Give me like… a week.”
He laughs, watching you like this is suddenly the most important thing in the world. “Thirty-day streak.” He nudges you lightly. “You can do it.”
You glance up at him. “Yeah.” You peck his lips, smiling up at him. “Pendejo.”
His brows lift, a quiet chuckle following right after. “That one you learned very fast.”
“That one I learned from you.”
“For free.” He adds it like he’s proud of himself, leaning in to kiss you again. You laugh into it, the sound soft and warm, lingering even when you pull back.
As the two of you stay like that, everything else fades into the background, the green owl on your phone, the broken washing machine, all of it quietly forgotten.
Summary: What I imagine it would be like for SKZ to change a tire
Content: slice of life (?), comedy, just the boys being their dramatic hilarious selves
A/N: came up with this while changing my tired because ya girl had to phone multiple friends and look it up...I have changed a tire multiple times before this btw. Anywaaaaay, I wanna make a note to say that I think all of the boys are very capable and smart. This is just funsies. Also probs the only time I will write a non-romance fic lol
Masterlist
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It’s a beautiful summer day, sun shining, warm breeze blowing through the open windows. Music blasts on the radio while Hyunjin drives, looking cool as ever. His Versace sunglasses sit on his nose as his long hair blows in the wind, framing his flawless face. Next to him, Felix leans his head back against the seat, his eyes closed in satisfaction as he feels the summer breeze. In the back seat, Han dramatically sings along with the radio, his hands dancing wildly.
“AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOOOOOOU!” Han practically yells into his imaginary microphone. “Your turn!” He puts his fake microphone up for Hyunjin to sing into.
Hyunjin leans over to halfway sing into the fake microphone, “And I will always love you.”
“Felix!” Han turns to Felix as the key changes, making the notes even higher than before.
Felix peaks one eye open with a smirk. Dropping his voice the octave, he bellows, “And I will always love you!”
The other two laugh, having expected him to try the high note, but equally as entertained with the switch. As the car fills with laughter, the three suddenly feel the tires roll over something and then gradual bumpiness. They furrow their brows as Hyunjin pulls to the side of the road to check the issue. He steps out of the car and sees the back left tire is suddenly flat.
“What’s wrong?” Felix calls out.
“A flat tire.”
“Really?!” Han jumps out to see the tire as if it’s a new toy. Felix also gets out and rounds the car to join. The three stand there staring down at the empty tire.
“Oh man, we’re going to get in so much trouble.” Hyunjin sighs.
“Why? It’s just a flat tire.” Felix questions.
“This is a company car…that I didn’t exactly ask before borrowing.” Hyunjin looks away, suddenly finding the hem of his sleeve very interesting.
“You didn’t ask?!” Han panics.
“There wasn’t anyone around to ask and I had the keys. I figured it was fine since we use them all the time. We weren’t supposed to be gone that long anyway.”
“Oh man, Chan’s going to kill us.” Han starts pacing, worry flooding his features. “What are we going to do?”
“We can just change the tire.” Felix is already moving towards the trunk where the spare tire is.
“Do you know how to change a tire?” Hyunjin follows.
“No, but it can’t be that hard, right?” Felix’s famous last words.
The three of them stand around the various tools, having no idea how to use any of them. Hyunjin picks up a crossbar, his face scrunched in confusion, “Why is this so big? I thought all you needed was a wrench.”
“Why is there a triangle block?” Han muses, holding said item.
Felix huffs, “I think we are going to have to call Chan.”
“No!” Hyunjin yells.
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to get in trouble. We are grown men. We can do this ourselves.” Hyunjin stands taller, holding his crossbar high. He crouches down to the flat tire and puts the crossbar up to it. He tilts his head, one eye squinted as if he is taking a picture. After a moment, he stands up and turns back to the other two, “Yeah, we need to call someone to help.”
“Well who are we supposed to call?” Han whines.
The three ponder through their options, when Hyunjin snaps, “I’ve got it! We can call IN-ah.”
“Why him?” Felix questions.
“He knows how to do things. Our Busan boy surely knows how to change a tire.” Hyunjin pulls out his phone and texts I.N.
Come quick! *sends location
Jeongin sits in his empty dorm, lazing around on a rare day off when he gets a text from Hyunjin. His brows furrow at the cryptic message.
He quickly replies, already moving to pull his shoes on.
Are you okay?
No reply
Jeongin panics as he drives to their location. It’s in the middle of a road. What happened? Did they get into a wreck? His palms start sweating as his grip tightens on the wheel. Every red-light ups his heart rate. Finally arriving, he quickly pulls to the side and see’s Felix, Han, and Hyunjin standing around the car. No signs of blood or damage yet. He gets out and races over almost as fast as his pulse, “What’s wrong?!”
Hyunjin waves, “IN-ah!”
Jeongin practically crashes into Hyunjin, grabbing his shoulders, “What happened? Are you okay?” His eyes are wide with panic.
“We’re fine.”
“Eh? Then why did you message me ‘come quick’ with nothing but your location?”
Hyunjin cocks and eyebrow, “Are you worried about me?”
“Yes-wait, why am I here?”
Hyunjin didn’t hear anything past ‘yes.’ He throws his arms around Jeongin, “IN-ah was worried about me! He loves me so much!” Hyunjin squishes his faces making cooing noises at him.
Jeongin pulls back, attempting to peel out of Hyunjin’s grasp, “Ya! Why am I here?”
“Oh, right,” Hyunjin stops, remembering the reason he called the maknae to begin with. “We got a flat tire.”
Jeongin freezes in disbelief, “A flat tire?”
“Yeah.”
“You called me out here for a flat tire?!” Jeongin runs a hand over his face, frustrated with Hyunjin.
Felix finally speaks up, “Do you know how to change one?”
“Why would I know how to change a tire?” He stares at his hyung.
“You’re from Busan!” Han yells.
“What does that have to do with changing a tire?” Jeongin yells back.
“I don’t know!” Han admits loudly.
Felix groans, “Great, so this was pointless.”
“Why don’t you just call Channie-hyung?”
“Because he stole the car,” Han points accusingly at Hyunjin.
“You what?!”
“I didn’t steal the car!” Hyunjin yells directly into Jeongin’s ear, “I just borrowed…without asking.”
“That’s stealing!” All three boys chime at once.
Hyunjin clutches his ears, ever the dramatic, as if he has been deafened, “We don’t need him anyway. He’s probably stuck working on something in the studio. It would be rude to bother him.” Hyunjin crosses his arms as if he made a good point.
Felix matches the sass by crossing his arms and cocking a brow, “Then who do you suggest we call?”
“Maybe we shouldn’t let him pick, considering his choice didn’t work out.” Han gestures to Jeongin.
“Says the one who can’t even drive.”
Han dramatically clutches his pearls in mock offense, “How dare! Everyone knows that I am a passenger princess!”
“Why don’t we call Lee Know?” Felix suggests.
“Of course! He definitely knows how to change a tire,” Hyunjin claps Felix on the back like a proud father, “This is why you’re the smart one.”
Han grabs his phone and dials up Lee Know, putting him on speaker.
“What did you do?” The monotone voice answers through the phone.
“Why would you assume I did something?” Han squeaks.
“Because you went to hangout with Hyunjin and Felix and now you’re calling me out of the blue.”
“Well I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Yes you did!” Hyunjin chimes in.
“We need help with a flat tire.” Felix adds.
“I didn’t pop the tire!” Han whines but no one listens, totally ignoring the fact that he can’t drive.
“Will you come help us?” Hyunjin pouts.
“No.” They can hear the blank expression on his face.
“What?!”
“Why not!”
“Please!”
A chorus of whines and pleads echo through the speaker, straight into Lee Knows ear.
“Ya! Stop yelling in my ear!”
“Not until you help us.” Han pouts
“Then I’ll hang up.”
“No wait! Please come help us. I’ll buy you pudding.” Han gives his best puppy dog eyes even though Lee Know can’t see them.
There is a pause while Lee Know weighs the effort of helping with the worth of pudding. “Fine. But I want double the pudding.”
He hangs up, leaving Han no room to negotiate.
Lee Know shows up, clearly unhappy to be there. “Which tire?”
The boys beam running over to the flat tire as if it’s a trophy. “Thank you hyung! You’re the best.”
Lee Know shrugs, “I know.” He notices Jeongin lingering, “Why are you here?”
“They asked for help without context. So when I showed up and didn’t know how to change a tire, you became the next victim.”
Lee Know sighs, “Gather around children. You need to learn how to do this so that I don’t have to help you again.”
Lee Know gathers the tools and lays them out in front of him. He stares at each one like it personally offended him.
“What’s wrong?” Felix asks.
“I don’t remember how to do this.”
“WHAT?” Han screeches. Jeongin loses it and is on the ground laughing. “I thought you said you knew how to change a tire?!”
“I did. At one point in my life.”
“We need that point to be now!” Han crumbles to the ground, Hyunjin dramatically falling with him. They hold each other, fake crying, “We’re doomed! Stuck here forever.”
Hyunjin wails, “We’ll never be saved.”
Jeongin stands up after recovering from his laughing fit, “Maybe if you weren’t such a bad driver.”
Hyunjin whips his head in offense, “It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t see anything in the road.”
Felix pats his back gently, “Maybe next time, don’t steal a car.”
“You stole this car?!” Lee Know’s tone is simultaneously shocked and confused, “I didn’t know you were smart enough to do that.”
“Says the one who doesn’t remember how to change a tire.” Hyunjin quips.
“You can’t change one either.” Jeongin reminds.
Lee Know puts the pieces together of this pathetic situation, “So because you stole a car, you called me instead of Chan-ah.”
“No….yes.”
Lee Know just scoffs, pulling out his phone to text someone. Hyunjin immediately stands up, “Who are you texting?”
“Chan.”
“No!” Hyunjin leaps for the phone, but Lee Knows cat-like reflexes are quicker.
“Too late.”
Hyunjin melts into the ground, “My fate is sealed. I’ll be put in jail for the rest of my life.”
“So you admit you stole the car?” Felix asks.
“What does it matter, if I’m already doomed?” He sighs dramatically, his flamboyancy always present.
Not too long after Lee Know sent the text, yet another car joins the caravan. Out steps Seungmin. “What a pathetic sight.”
“Seungmin?” Felix questions, “Why are you here?”
“Lee Know texted me.”
Hyunjin, who had been lying ‘dead’ on the ground, jerks up to look at Lee Know. The mischievous cat just shrugs with a teasing smirk.
“So none of you idiots know how to change a tire, huh?” Seungmin stands triumphantly, clearly enjoying the sight.
“Do you?” Jeongin probes, not trusting anyone anymore.
“As a matter of fact, I do.”
Han, Felix, and Hyunjin are beaming. Han runs up and hugs Seungmin, bouncing up and down, “Our hero!”
“Let go of me,” He shoves Han off, brushing his clothes like they got dirt on them, which they probably did since Han had just been dramatically lying on the ground.
“So are you going to help us?” Felix asks.
“For a price,” Seungmin smirks.
“Nah uh, not again!” Han immediately cuts in.
“Fine. Then I’ll leave you to your misery.” Seungmin begins walking back to his car, but Felix grabs his arm.
“No, wait! I’ll bake you brownies or something.”
Seungmin thinks on it for a moment, “Do dishes for a week.”
Felix sighs in defeat, “Fine.”
Seungmin looks at Jeongin and Lee Know, “Why are you two still here?”
“I felt bad leaving them alone.” Jeongin kindly replies.
“I wanted to watch them suffer,” A very Lee Know answer.
Seungmin gets to work. He places the triangle block in front of the opposite front tire and sets up the jack for when they will need to lift the car. Grabbing the cross bar, he sets it in place and stands up, “Turn it.” He commands Hyunjin.
“Why me?”
“Because it’s your fault. Turn it.” Seungmin gestures again.
Hyunjin pouts, but follows orders. He turns the bar clockwise with great effort, but little success. “This is too hard.”
“You barely tried.” Seungmin complains.
“Then you come do it, if it’s so easy!”
“Not my problem.”
Felix taps Hyunjin out, “Let me try.” Felix puts his foot on the bar pushing down, while pulling the other side up. Breaking a sweat, he barely gets it to move.
“Oh come on, it can’t be that hard.” Han complains, “Let me try.” He immediately jumps on the bar. It moves a bit, but he trips and falls face first on the ground.
Hyunjin collapses to the ground laughing. Felix makes sure he is okay before also laughing.
Lee Know scoffs, taking a picture for blackmail later, “Pabo.”
After many attempts by the three musketeers and several refusals from their ‘helpers,’ they manage to move the bar one whole rotation. Han lies on his back, sweat starting to form on his face, “This is hopeless. We’re too weak.”
“I should have gone to the gym more.” Hyunjin whines.
Felix has a lightbulb go off, “Guys, we should call Changbin. I bet he could easily turn this thing.”
Once again, the boys retreat to their phone, calling in more calvary. Of course Changbin agrees, because why wouldn’t he take the chance to be the heroic muscle. When he shows up, he is already flexing, “Here I am! Your hero.” He claims dramatically.
Seungmin rolls his eyes, “This is going straight to his head.”
Changbin drops his voice lower for thematic effect, “Where is the issue?” The boys point to the now very deflated tire where Han sits pulling on the bar, but not actually trying. “Step back little one.” Changbin clears the space around him, stretching like he is about to run a marathon. With one last flex on his muscles, he grabs the bar and pulls. The screw slowly but surely starts turning causing the group to gasp. He manages one rotation before the bar stops turning. He lets out a small laugh before pulling again. No luck. He makes several more attempts with increasingly odd positions before falling back to the ground.
“NOOOOOOOO” Han falls to his knees, crying out, “I thought you were supposed to be strong.”
“Hey! It took all three of you to turn it one rotation.” Changbin complains.
“We’re doomed! We should just give up. Leave the car for dead.”
“We can’t! It’s a company car,” Felix reminds him.
“What are we going to do?” Hyunjin looks to the others for help.
Jeongin puts a hand on his shoulder, “I think you know what you have to do.”
Hyunjin’s shoulders slump in defeat, “I know.”
Chan is sitting in the studio, listening to the half done melody for the third time when his phone rings. He looks to see Hyunjin FaceTiming him. Picking up the call, he is immediately bombarded by Hyunjin frantically apologizing while Felix comforts Han who is fake crying in the background. The chaotic scene is so much and so very Stray Kids.
“Woah woah, slow down. What is going on?”
“Well, you see, it’s a long story,” Hyunjin says with the most innocent look he can manage.
“No it’s not!” Lee Know chimes from off screen.
“They got a flat tire,” Seungmin adds.
“And no one can fix it,” Jeongin peaks in frame.
“What are you all doing there?” Chan is throughly confused now.
“They’re cowards,” Lee Know calls, refusing to move from his seated position.
“Hey! That’s mean.” Han pouts.
“And Changbin is weak,” Seungmin unhelpfully adds, earning an angry yell from Changbin who is also off screen somewhere.
Chan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Clearly getting a straight answer was not going to happen. “Send me your location. I’ll be there in a minute.”
The call ends, Chan letting out a half laugh, half sigh. He saves his work and heads off to their location.
When Chan finally arrives, it looks like chaos. Seven grown men are scattered around a car on the side of the road, five separate cars lined up behind each other. Hyunjin and Han are hiding behind Felix, who still doesn’t understand why Han is scared. Lee Know sits against the non-flat tire, clearly amused by the situation. Changbin is still arguing with Seungmin over his earlier comment on his strength and Jeongin stands around like a tired mother.
“What on earth is going on?” Chans Australian accent is thick with confusion. Several of them start speaking at once, prompting Chan to cut them all off again. “One person at a time.”
Han pushes Hyunjin forward as if sending him off to an execution, “We got a flat tire.” Hyunjin says sheepishly.
Chan looks through the chaos to see the tire in question. “And it took seven of you to change it?”
“No,” Jeongin adds, “They haven’t changed it yet.”
Seungmin slaps his hand over Changbin’s mouth, successfully shutting him up, “Excuse me? I’m the only one who actually did anything.”
Changbin shoves his hand off, “Not true! I turned it.”
Seungmin covers his mouth again, “And look at how that turned out for you.”
Chan shakes his head in disbelief of his kids. “Alright, settle down.” He walks over to the tire, placing his hands on the cross bar.
“I don’t think that will help,” Changbin calls.
“If Changbin-hyung can’t get it, you probably can’t either,” Han uselessly adds.
Chan begins turning the bar counter-clockwise. He pulls the bar two full rotations before stepping back with a heavy breath, “You weren’t kidding when you said this was hard.” He looks up to see all the kids staring at him. “What?”
They break out into a mixture of laughter and outrage.
“Are you kidding me?! We’ve been turning it the wrong way this whole time?!” Hyunjin yells.
“No wonder it didn’t budge.” Jeongin muses.
“So that means I’m actually really strong because I made it even tighter.” Changbin stands proud, reassured in his strength once again.
Seungmin and Lee Know are laughing at the bunch.
“Did you know this?” Felix accuses.
“You didn’t?” Seungmin replies.
Hyunjin’s eyes go wide with rage, “You told me to turn it!”
“I never said which direction.”
“Why didn’t you say anything,” Han purses his lips.
“Because it was funny watching you struggle,” Lee Know smirks, “Plus it meant you had to call Chan-ah.”
Felix gasps, “You set us up!”
Lee Know just shrugs, looking innocent, “Not my fault you’re a pabo.”
Chan just looks on at the chaos and laughs. That’s his family alright.
Chan changes the tire with ease (after undoing Changbin’s unnecessary tightening), his dad mode switched on. Wiping off his hand he turns around to be bombarded by the three boys who started all this.
“Thank you, hyung.”
“You’re the best.”
“What would we do without you.”
“Not change a tire, that’s for sure,” Chan teases while gently patting each one on the head. “Why didn’t you call me first?”
Felix and Han immediately pull back, choosing to be unassociated with the issue.
Hyunjin moves his gaze to the ground, guilt pricking at his chest, “I took the car without permission. I thought you would be upset if you knew I messed up a company car.”
Chan knits his brows, “You had permission.”
Hyunjin’s gaze snaps up, “What? But I didn’t ask anyone.”
“Yes you did,” Chan reaches in his pocket to grab his phone. He pulls up a text thread between him and Hyunjin, “Remember, you asked me if you could take it and I told you the staff said it was fine.”
All eyes turn to Hyunjin.
“Are you serious? We could have avoided this whole mess and called Channie-hyung first?” Felix voice drops into that low register that makes him sound scarier than he is.
The extra four members breakout laughing.
“I told you I didn’t steal the car!” Hyunjin puts his hands on his hips triumphantly, despite not having won anything.
“That would have been nice to know IN THE FIRST PLACE,” Han grabs Hyunjin by the shoulders, his debut personality starting to show. “How could you do this to me? Do you know how hungry I am? It’s been hours and we could have been done in 30 minutes.” Han is fully shaking Hyunjin’s shoulders, the fake crying coming back.
“How long have you been out here?” Chan asks.
“Like all day,” Felix estimates.
“And you have all just sat out here, doing nothing?” Chan looks at the extra four members, “why?”
“It was funny and I had nothing better to do,” Seungmin honestly answers.
Chan looks around at his chaotic family, Hyunjin getting scolded by Felix and Han. Lee Know and Seungmin laughing at them. Changbin and Jeongin help put away the tools and switched tire. Here, on the side of the road, eight grown men being dramatic, six cars lined up, and one (finally) changed tire, it’s a total mess. Chaotic, weird, and so perfectly them. This is Stray Kids and Chan wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Bang Chan
Chris is the type of boyfriend who makes you feel safe without even trying. He’d be the type who feels like stability in human form. The kind of person whose presence alone lowers your stress levels because you know he’ll help carry whatever is weighing on you. He naturally takes care of the people he loves and in a relationship that would show up in hundreds of little ways. Making sure you’ve eaten, reminding you to get some sleep, asking how that thing you were worried about last week turned out because, he actually remembered.
He's incredible attentive, but not in a way that feels invasive. More in the sense that he genuinely pays attention when you talk. Mention your favorite snack once and suddenly it’s appearing whenever you have a bad day. Casually tell him you have an important meeting on Thursday and he’ll text you that morning to wish you luck. The details matter to him.
He’s also the type who would notice when something is wrong long before you say it out loud. You could spend an entire day insisting you’re fine and he’d just look at you for a second and go “Are you sure?”, because he can hear the difference in your voice. And even if you keep brushing it off, he’d stay close. Not pushing, not forcing you to talk, just making sure you know he’s there when you’re ready.
One thing about Chris is that he seems like someone who carries responsibility naturally. He’s used to taking care of everyone around him, so as a boyfriend he’d probably slip into helping without even thinking about it. If you’re struggling with something, his first instinct is going to be “Okay, how do we fix this?” Even when you insist you can handle it yourself, he’d smile and say “I know you can, but let me help you.”
And despite how dependable he is, he’d have a soft side in private. Late night phone calls that somehow stretch for hours because neither of you wants to hang up. Falling asleep on FaceTime because the conversation drifted into comfortable silence.
He’s also the type who would communicate consistently. He genuinely wants you to now you’re important to him. Even on his busiest days, he’d find a moment to send a text, ash how you’re doing, or tell you to get home safely.
And then there’s the gentleman side of him. Opening doors without thinking, walking closer to the street, carrying things for you, remembering the things you like, doing all these small acts of care automatically and then getting embarrassed if you point them out. And he’d always give you back hugs, no matter what.
He feels like someone who never lets you face things alone. He’d be your biggest supporter, your safe place and the first person you call when something good or bad happens.
Lee Know
Lee Know would come off blunt and teasing, but he’s the kind of person who notices everything. He mood shift in your voice when you’re tired. The way you get quieter when something is bothering you. The fact that you’ve been picking at your food all week because you’re stressed. He’d catch those things immediately, even if he pretends not to.
He wouldn’t respond in an overly emotional or dramatic way. Instead of sitting you down for a long heart-to-heart the moment something seems wrong he’d help in practical ways. If you’ve had a bad day, he might show up with your favorite food. If you’re exhausted, he’d tell you to sit down and rest while he takes care of whatever needs doing. If you’re upset, he’d stay nearby without forcing you to talk before ready.
He's the type of boyfriend whose affection shows up in consistency rather than grand declarations. You wouldn’t get constant speeches about how much he loves you, but you’d notice that he always remembers the things that matter. He knows exactly how you take your coffee. He automatically saves our favorite snack for you. He notices when you’re cold before you mention it. Over time those small actions would start to feel more meaningful than words because they’re so reliable.
His teasing would also be a huge part of the relationship. If you’re expecting sweet compliments all day, he’s probably not your guy. He’d absolutely make fan of you for something ridiculous. The catch is that he’d do all of this while quietly taking care of you at the same time. Half the time his affection would be hidden underneath sarcasm.
When it comes to difficult moments, he’d be dependable. If you’re struggling with a problem he wouldn’t just comfort you. He’d want to help fit it. He seems like someone who shows love by making your life easier. Not because he thinks you can’t handle things yourself, but because he genuinely wants to share the burden.
And if someone disrespect you? That’s probably where people would see a completely different side of him. The playful teasing would disappear instantly. He doesn’t strike as some who starts unnecessary conflict, but he does seem like the type who would become very serious, very quickly, if someone hurt a person he cares about. You’d never have to wonder whether he’d have your back, because there would be no hesitation.
With Lee Know it would be like waking up one day and realizing this person has quietly become part of every corner of your life. He’s there when you’re happy, when you’re stressed, when you’re stick, when you’re struggling. Not loud about it, not flashy, just constant.
Changbin
Changbin is the type who makes you feel like the most important person in the room. He doesn’t seem like someone who loves quietly. When he cares about someone, it shows. You’d never have to sit there wondering whether he like you, whether he is proud of of you or whether he enjoys being around you. The answer would be obvious.
He’s the kind of person who hypes you up. Show him a project you’re working on and suddenly he’s acting like you’ve created a masterpiece. Tell him about something good that happened and he’s more excited than you are. You wins are his wins. Your happiness makes him happy.
One of the things that stands out about Changbin is how sincere he seems. He doesn’t strike as someone who plays games with his feelings. If he likes you you’ll know. If he misses you, he’ll tell you. If he is proud of you, you’ll hear about it. There’s something very refreshing about someone who doesn’t make affection into a guessing game.
He’s also the type who would be incredibly loyal. Once you’re one of his people, you’re his person. He’d stand by you through difficult days, celebrate the good ones and make sure you never feel like you’re handling things alone.
And while people often focus on his confidence and energy, I think he’d actually be very attentive to emotional needs. He seems like someone who would notice when you’re being hard on yourself and immediately challenge it.
You be like: “I don’t think I did well” and he be like: “Who says that?” and you be like: “Me.” And he be like: “Well you’re wrong” and then he’d give you a five minute speech about all the reasons you’re capable.
Communication would probably be one of his strongest qualities. If something is bothering him, he’d rather talk about it than let it sit and grow. He doesn’t enjoy emotional distance or cold sllence. He’d want to know what’s wrong and work through it together.
At the same time, he’d bring so much fun into the relationship. There’s be endless joking around, playful arguments, random bursts of energy and moments where he makes oyu laugh when you’re trying very hard not do. He’d also playfully manhandle you – wrapping his arm around your neck, pretending he is about to take you out, but he’d be gentle about it.
He is also someone who would be physically affectionate without being shy about it. Casual touches, hugs, pulling you closer when you’re sitting together - small reminders throughout the day that he is proud to be with you.
The best way to describe how it would be to date Changbin is that it would feel encouraging. Like having a boyfriend who’s also biggest cheerleader. Someone who celebrates your successes, believes in you when you don’t believe in yourself and never misses an opportunity to remind you how much you matter to him.
Hyunjin
Hyunjin would be the type of boyfriend who makes ordinary things feel special. He’s very emotionally expressive and seems like someone who values connection deeply. The relationship wouldn’t just be something he has – it would become something he actively nurtures and treasures. He’d pay attention to feelings, atmosphere, little moments and all the tings most people overlook. The way your face lights up when you’re excited about something, the songs you play when you’re happy vs. when you’re stressed. The tiny habits you don’t even realize you have.
He's the kind of person who would notice subtle changes in you almost immediately. Not because he’s constantly analyzing you, but because he genuinely pays attention. If you’re quieter than usual, he’d notice. If you’ve had a difficult day and you’re trying to hide it, he’d probably pick up on it from the way you’re speaking or carrying yourself. And instead of pushing you to explain, he’d approach it gently.
One of the biggest things about Hyunjin is that he feels like someone who romanticizes life. Not in an unrealistic way, but in a way that makes everyday experiences feel meaningful. A walk to café becomes a memory, sitting together while it rains becomes something he’ll remember weeks later. Looking though old photos together somehow turns into a two hour conversation about life.
Being with him would probably feel like existing in a small world the two of you created together.
He’d also remember tiny details about you that you’d completely forget mentioning. Your favorite flower, the movie you loved as a child, the fact that you always reach for a specific snack when you’re stressed.
His affection would likely come through creativity as much as words. He seems like the type who would express love through things he creates. Maybe it’s a sketch of you when you’re not paying attention Maybe it’s a playlist that somehow captures exactly how he feels about you. Maybe it’s a photo he took because the lighting reminded him of you.
He’d be very intentional with affection. Not necessarily the type to throw around feelings carelessly, but when he expresses them, he’d mean them. Compliments wouldn’t feel generic, they’d feel specific. Loves hand holding and kissing your hand.
Because he feels things deeply, he’d be sensitive too. If something was wrong between you, he’d want to understand it rather than ignore it. He’d want honesty, vulnerability and reassurance that you’re both on the same page.
He’d also be incredibly supportive. If something matters to you, he’d want to hear about your interests, your dreams, your worries and all the little details of your day.
Dating him would feel cinematic in the smallest ways. A relationship full of meaningful glances, late night conversations and countless moments where you realize he sees things about you that everyone else misses.
Han
Hand would be the type who feels like your best friend and your boyfriend at the same time. Being with him would feel incredibly natural. There wouldn’t be much pressure to be perfect around him because he seems like the kind of person who would embrace all your weirdness. The relationship would probably be filled with inside jokes, random conversations that make absolutely no sense to anyone else and moments where you’re both laughing so hard you can’t finish a sentence.
Han has this balance between humor and emotional depth. One minute he’s making ridiculous jokes just to get a reaction out of you and the next he’s saying something so thoughtful and perceptive that you’re left staring at him wondering where that came from. He seems like someone who uses humor to make people comfortable, but underneath that, he’s actually very observant.
When he notices that you’re upset, he’d rather find ways to make you smile before asking what was wrong. Maybe he’d do something silly or make a job so terrible that you can’t help but laugh. Or he would start rambling about something completely random just to pull you out of your head. And then once you’re feeling better, he’d quietly ask if you want to talk about it.
Late night conversations would probably become one of the biggest parts of the relationship. They would go sooo deep, such as talking about your biggest fears, childhood memories, future dreams and everything in between. Hours would pass without wither of you realizing it.
He would be someone who seems like he’d want to know everything about you. Not just the important things, but the weird little details too.
You’d feel so accepted around him. He doesn’t strike as someone who expects people to hide parts of themselves. If anything he’d probably encourage you to be more yourself. Even the messy parts, the awkward parts, the parts you usually hide from other people
You could be having the worst day possible and he’d somehow manage to make you laugh without making you feel like your feelings are dismissed – which is a difficult balance to achieve.
And despite all the joking, he’d be reassuring when it matters. If you’re doubting yourself, he’d remind you of your strengths. If you’re anxious he’d sit with you through it. The thing about him is that the relationship would never feel boring. There would always be conversation, laughter, spontaneous ideas, random bursts of affection and moments where he completely catches you off guard.
Sometimes when he feels like he doesn’t get enough attention from you, he’d get playfully sulky, trying to get your attention like that.
He’d be someone who brings lightness when things feel heavy and is willing to sit beside you when life gets difficult.
Felix
Felix would be emotionally gentle and consistently kind. He’d make you feel safe just by being near him. There’s a softness in how he treats people that would make the relationship feel very comforting and steady. He’d show love openly and physically in a natural way – hugs, leaning on you, small touches that feel grounding rather than intense. He’d also be very encouraging, always trying to lift your mood without pressure.
He would feel like the kind of person who feels like coming home after a long day. There’s just something naturally comforting about him. He seems like someone who loves very openly, like he wouldn’t make affection feel complicated and something you have to earn. If he cares about you, you’d know it. Through hugs, small touches, resting his head on your shoulder while you’re watching a movie, reaching for your hand without thinking or pulling you into a hug the second he noticed you’ve had a rough day.
His affection wouldn’t feel overwhelming, more like grounding. He’d create an environment where you feel comfortable enough to let your guard down. And he’d be such a great listener. If you feel like yapping, he would be the first person to offer his hears, because he just loves listening to you. And if you had a difficult day, he’d want to make it better – giving you the nicest hug, trying to distract you, organizing some snacks.
And he’d be someone who encourages you, especially when you don’t believe in yourself. If you don’t do it, he is going to be the one, taking care of it. Encouraging you, telling you that you can do it, that you’re smart and absolutely capable of whatever you’re doubting about
He’d be so patient as well. If you need to vent, he’d be there to listen. If you need reassurance for the tenth time about the same thing, he’d probably giving it without making you feel guilty for asking.
I can also picture him being the type who loves creating little moments of comfort. Baking something for you or even asking you if you want to bake with him in case you need to distract yourself from something bad. Wrapping a blanket around your shoulders without saying anything, making sure you’re included in conversations when you’re feeling shy, because he himself is such a social butterfly.
While he seems incredibly sweet, I think he also has a very protective side on him when it comes to people that he loves He’d show it through unwavering support not necessarily through anger. The type who immediately moves to your side and makes sure you’re okay before anything else.
Being with him would feel like having someone who brings warmth into your life simply by existing in it. You’d look into his face and everything would feel lighter and easier, even on the bad days.
Seungmin
Seungmin would be practical and slightly teasing, but very emotionally reliable in his own way. He wouldn’t overdramatize things and he’d probably calm you down with logic mixed with dry humor. He’s not flashy with affection, but he shows up consistently. If he cares about you, you’ll notice it in how steady he is, not in big romantic gestures.
He’d be the type to tease you the second you start getting sentimental, but underneath all of that is someone incredibly reliable.
His love would show up in consistency rather than grand gestures. He wouldn’t plan surprises every week or do something big. But I could imagine him writing you little love letters as I think there is a little romantic in him.
He’d be someone to call you when he said he would, he would show up when you needed him. Very reliable.
One thing that stands out about him is that he seems very level-headed. When you’re spiraling about something, he probably wouldn’t spiral with you. He’d listen, let you get everything out and then calmly help you sort through it. He would be the rock on your side. Like if you started spiraling somewhere outside, he’d quickly find a place where he’d bring you to help you calm down without any other external factors that could prevent you from calming down.
He'd be someone to bring you back to reality and let you know that everything is ok. You be like “Everything is wrong.” And he be like “Ok name me three things. Three actual things.” And then you’d take a step back, thinking about it and realize that everything is actually okay.
He would balance logic with care as well. He wouldn’t dismiss your feelings, but he also wouldn’t encourage you to stay stuck in them. If you’re anxious, he’d help you ground you. If you’re overwhelmed, he’d help you break things into manageable pieces. If you’re upset, he’d listen – but he’d also want to help you move forward. In general I think he sis someone who gives really good advice.
His teasing would probably become one of the biggest parts of the relationship. Not meant in a mean way, but the kind that becomes its own love language. You’d be trying to tell him a story and he’d immediately find the one detail he can make fun of. And he wouldn’t let go of it.
But one thing for sure: His teasing would never make you doubt how he feels, he knows where the line is and he would never risk to actually hurt you. Once you’re genuinely upset, the jokes would stop and he would switch into that supporting boyfriend. That’s when you see his softer side: who notices when you are unusually quiet and remembers that stressful meeting that you mentioned and asks you how it went.
He wouldn’t be someone who constantly verbalizes his feelings, his actions would speak for him. He’d always saves you a seat, reach for your bag when it’s too heavy – small habits that develop over time.
During disagreements he’d be very mature. If there is a problem, he would like to talk through it, he would like to know what needs to be fixed and how this can be improved in the future.
Being with him would feel dependable, he’d be the first person to call, because you know you can rely on him.
I.N.
Jeongin would start off a bit reserved, but he’d become more expressive as he gets comfortable. At first he wouldn’t necessarily wear his heart on his sleeve right away. He’s take his time getting comfortable, letting trust build naturally before showing all sides of himself.
Once he lets someone in, I think he’d become much more expressive than people expect. His affection would grow steadily over time. The longer you’re together the more comfortable he comes and the more obvious his feelings are. What starts as occasional check ins slowly turns into daily conversations. What starts as subtle affection turns into reaching for your hand without thinking. You’d get to watch him slowly let his guard down and that would make every new side of him feel special.
He seems very sincere, not flashy – just genuine. If he likes you, It wouldn’t feel performative. He’d be the kind of person who would ask how your day was and genuinely want to hear the answer. The kind who remembers things because he was actually listening, not because he was trying to impress you.
He’d also have a playful side that comes out most around the people he’d comfortable with. The relationship would probably be full of teasing, little jokes and moments where he acts completely unbothered just to get a reaction out of you.
That would be the dynamic in your relationship.
Right when you’e getting used to the teasing, he’d suddenly do something incredibly sweet that catches you completely off guard. If you’re tired after a long day, he’d quietly brings you your favorite drink. He’d notice you’re overwhelmed and checks in.
If he’s with you, he’s choosing you. There would be a sense of sincerity and intention behind the relationship that makes it feel secure. And while he might not always the most emotionally dramatic person, he’d be dependable when it matters. His support would be quiet, but consistent.
And when he is looking at you, he’d flash you his biggest smile. The kind where his dimples are shown on full display, showcasing how much you mean to him and how happy you make him.
Around strangers he might seem composed, but around you he’d let himself relax. You’d see the side of him that’s affectionate, playful and a little clingier than he’d ever admit.
Being with him would feel natural. No pressure, no pretending, no forcing things to happen before they’re ready. Just two people growing closer day by day until one morning you realize he’s become part of your routine, of your life. His love wouldn’t feel rushed or overwhelmed – it would feel steady, genuine and completely real. He acts cool in public, but is the clingiest in private, as his touches are only reserved for you.
hi darling! could i request headcanons for kuroo, osamu, and akaashi (separately) with a shy s/o who goes to one of their games for the first time, and their s/o is like their “good luck charm” or whatever and they show off their partner to the whole team. lots of fluff please!! thanks so much <3
A/N: i just logged into my tumblr and didn’t see this... then i refreshed and it was there. AND LET ME TELL YOU I WAS SO MOTIVATED TO WRITE THIS. I LOVE HAIKYUU SO MUCH. thank you for requesting this and i hope you like it 🥺
Kuroo Tetsurou
MANS EATS THIS SHIT UP
he loves that you’re shy and not over the top like some people he knows
he begs you to come to his games all the time but you never go because that shit can be overwhelming
have you heard the chants the have for the schools?
truly terrifying
but one day as a surprise you decide to snake him
you tell him that you can’t make it when in reality, you and kenma are plotting for you to surprise him during the game
so he’s all sulky bc his s/o isn’t at his game but once he gets into game mode
he kinda forgets 😳
in the middle of the game he hears your voice and he WIPS around so fast to spot you
high key makes them loose a point but after seeing you...
MANS IS FIRED UP AND THE TEAM GETS SO MANY POINTS
yaku is like...my dude...please come to more games i think ur his good luck charm
and thus started the tradition for you to be in the stands at his games
he also LOVES showing you off to anyone during practice, games and wherever
Miya Osamu
he silently loves it he doesn’t go apeshit like bokuto or tanaka do
but he gets rly hyped during the game and does a lot better than normal
of course atsumu comments on it and tries to tease him
osamu doesn’t say anything and just stares at him like...
if you don’t shut up i will kick your ass...
he listens in for your cheers and zones in on you even though he’s focused on the game but afterwards...
MANS IS LIKE BABE ILY
PLZ COME TO MORE GAMES
DID YOU SEE HOW GOOD I DID
ILYSM
and you of course have to say yes to this man
bc you want to see him thrive 🥺
and knowing him...
“do you wanna go get some food now bc i did good? 🥺👉👈”
“of course babe, gotta make you big and strong 😗“
and of course bc he had that lil burst of energy the team and everyone stares at him like oml y’all are too cute
Akaashi Keiji
another one who’s silent about it
he’s absolutely blown away by the fact that you’re here supporting him
bokuto notices that his sets are amazing and questions him about it
akaashi just is like “my s/o is here :))))”
at one point he noticed that you were getting a lil overwhelmed by ppl next to you
he sent you a lil wave and blew you a kiss
he does regret it after bc when he turns the team absolutely roasts the fuck out of him
but afterwards
bokuto tackles you and is like DOOD YOU HAVE TO COME TO MORE GAMES BC AKAASHI DID SO GOOD TODAY I THINK UR HIS LUCKY CHARM
and akaashi is just like bokuto stop embarrassing us
both of you are blushing and smiling
and then after the afterwards when you two are by yourselves he bashfully asks if you’d be comfortable with coming to more of his games
so he can,
first of all, do better bc you motivate him
second of all, to show you off as his lucky charm
of course as the loving s/o you are... you go to more
THINGS HQ BOYS DO THAT MAKE YOU QUESTION YOUR RELATIONSHIP:
I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM CAUSE WTF
Suspect 1
Kita Shinsuke: talks about meeting his grandma all the time
Pretty sure Kita is a straight forward man, if he wants something, then he’ll take it with no intention of hiding his purpose.
He doesn’t need to hide anything. He also makes it very obvious and CLEAR from the start too, and very be confident/ calm about it.
Which is why you are very confused by your relationship, which is VERY AMBIGUOUS.
Situationship? Nah I don’t think this man knows what a situationship is
I also doubt that this man would want to lead anyone on for fun.
Date to marry kinda guy! (BTW I THINK HES ALREADY MARRIED IN THE AUGUST MANGA THIS AUGUST SO CONGRATUFUCKINGLATIONS TO WHOEVER GETS TO TAP THAT ASS EVERY NIGHT 😡)
Crush? Not quite since he can look you straight in the eyes, talk to you with no shyness, very concise with his words too.
So its been like this for months and you’re confused with your whole situation.
I also think Kita also firmly believes that all men should MAN UP and be one to ask their S/O out FIRST. (Very traditional ig)
So you really don’t know what your relationship with Shinsuke is at all, he treats you more special than anyone else, but shows no signs that he’s into you. He talks about meeting his grandma all the time like he wants you to be approved by his family but again, you aren’t together. He never leads anyone on, and it's true, but you are very confused.
He also tells you his dreams, his childhood, everything about himself very willingly. And guess what? There was a time when you stayed behind with him until late afternoon, ONCE. And after that, there would always be a chair (customized only for you) and an umbrella reserved only for you in case you decided to stay behind again. That's definitely signs of courting, but again, he doesn't have signs thats hes into you, and to top that up, he isn’t the type to lead anyone on! So what is this behavior?!
You guys do “hangout” . I don't know if it could even qualify as a date since you don’t go out and watch movies together, talk over dinner or just simply a walk in the park. Instead, its those times when he personally goes out to deliver goods (prolly for the Osamu or his neighborhood), you’d sometimes tag along.
You’d sit behind him and his bike (Which he made sure was comfortable enough for you) and quietly tag along while he delivers goods. That's called hanging out no?
Once, you visited Kita when he was clearing up for the day.
“Shinsukeeee!” A voice rang through.
Kita looked up from his farm to see you, waving at him with the brightest smile. It was the busiest month of the year, the time when the wheat has fully grown and its time to harvest. Kita was surprised and happy to see you after a long day’s work.
A smile plastered on his face as you ran to where he was. His hands were full so he couldn’t come to you immediately. One hand holding the stack of wheat. One hand waving at you, signaling you to not come over.
“I’LL COME TO YOU. DON’T COME OVER” Kita shouted across the field.
As happy as he was, it was very dirty over where he was. Not to mention dangerous (for someone who doesn’t have boots and little knowledge of the farm)
“HAAAA?!” You said as you continued to run to him, couldn’t hear him properly, the field was pretty big.
“I SAID DON’T COME O-“
Before Kita could finish his sentence, you slipped on mud and fell down the wheat farm.
Kita immediately dropped the wheat stack he was holding, dropped what he what he was doing and rushed over to your side.
You were covered in mud and a lot of dirty other things, your clothes were also stained.
And before you knew it, he was already by your side and started checking if there were any injuries. “Are you okay?” Kita frantically asked.
Your brain couldn’t load properly, but because you were concussed, you were too embarrassed to answer
You couldn’t look at him in the eyes. I mean, you did really like Kita (WHICH IS WHY YOU'RE READING THIS RIGHT??), and who on earth would want to be embarrassed in front of their crush?
You looked anywhere instead of him. Too embarrassed to see his face or answer. Maybe you should just stand up and run home, rather than facing him. But before you could do any of that, Kita already had one hand behind your back, the other hoisting you up and heading towards the barn.
(He took your silence as ‘I'm dying, please help’.)
He sat you down as soon as possible, ran to take a med kit and kneeled down to tend to your knees.
Honestly it was light work, you felt more embarrassed and in pain. Sure, a few stings and stuff when he tends to your knee wound, but no biggie.
And for the first time, you see him frown at you. Not because of disappointment, no? Maybe?? But because of worry. It made you hitch a breath.
After he’s done, he starts scolding you, about how careless you were. His words gave you the chills and it made you wish you had been more careful, but his actions make you wanna fall down the wheat farm over and over again if this moment could stay forever.
Then his hand moved to your hair to remove the wheat that was still stuck. You tensed as his fingers brushed beside your ears as he sighed. And you were as red as a tomato by the time he's done.
Then, he started to bring up meeting his grandma again, This was probably the last straw for you. “I was planning on inviting ya over to dinner with grands today, but l-“
Before he could reach to wipe your mud covered face, you grabbed his hand, squeezing it.
summary: How your boyfriend, Carlos Alcaraz, would act while watching your countries play against each other at thw World Cup.
warnings: none!
word count: 568
pre a/n: just a funny concept i thought of
the moment spain gets drawn against your country, he starts smiling. not because he thinks it'll be easy, but because he already knows watching the match together is going to be chaos.
"you know you're supporting the wrong team, right?"
he starts teasing you days before the match, sending football edits, highlights, and random messages like "just checking if you've changed sides yet."
you haven't.
he acts personally betrayed when you show up wearing your country's jersey.
"really?"
"really."
"after everything we've been through?"
despite all the teasing, he's secretly happy you're patriotic too. he likes people who care about things and get passionate.
he spends the entire pre-match buildup talking about football, even though he's not some massive football expert.
he gets competitive very quickly.
every prediction turns into an argument.
"we're winning."
"no, we're winning."
"we'll see."
he keeps looking at you during important moments instead of focusing completely on the game.
half the entertainment is your reactions.
if spain scores, he's immediately on his feet.
lots of celebrating.
lots of spanish.
probably enough spanish that you only understand about half of what he's saying.
he definitely points at the screen and says "vamos" at least twenty times.
if your team scores, he just stares at the television for a second.
then comes the excuses.
"okay, but that was lucky."
somehow every good thing your team does is lucky.
every good thing spain does is pure talent.
if the referee makes a decision against spain, suddenly he's convinced something suspicious is happening.
"how is that a foul?"
five minutes later the referee gives a decision against your team.
"good call."
he doesn't even realize he's being biased.
he gets nervous during close matches.
bouncing his leg.
running his hands through his hair.
sitting down and standing up every few minutes.
he's the same watching football as he is during tennis matches: emotionally involved in every single point.
if you start celebrating, he acts offended.
not genuinely upset.
just dramatic.
"can you not do that in front of me?"
if your team misses a big chance, he tries so hard not to smile.
he fails every time.
if spain are winning late in the game, he becomes impossible.
suddenly he's reminding you of every prediction he made.
"remember what i said before kickoff?"
"carlos."
"i was right though."
if your country wins, he'll take it surprisingly well.
he's competitive, but he's also someone who respects good performances.
he'll admit when the better team wins.
eventually.
after a little sulking.
he'll pull you into his side and say something like, "fine, they were better today."
emphasis on today.
because he's already thinking about the next match.
if spain wins, you are never hearing the end of it.
he'll bring it up randomly weeks later.
"remember the world cup game?"
"please move on."
"i have."
he absolutely has not.
through all the arguing and teasing, he's constantly reaching for your hand without thinking.
sitting close enough that your shoulders touch.
sharing snacks even while claiming he doesn't want any.
because for him, the best part isn't actually spain winning.
it's spending the entire match laughing, arguing, celebrating, and suffering through every minute with you beside him.
and by the end of the night, regardless of who won, you'll somehow end up cuddled together on the sofa while he's already finding another sport the two of you can disagree about.
Hi rain! For your vacation drabbles I’d like to send in kageyama + blueberries (since he is everyone’s fave blueberry boi hahaha)
blueberry eyes
kageyama
there's something about his eyes that seems to captivate people, so dark they're almost black, but caught in the right light, they're the color of the heart of the sea, of a sleepy sky, caught just before sunrise -- something deep and endless and ancient.
"you're always staring at me," he says over breakfast -- a protein shake for him and blueberry yogurt for you. the hotel the team is staying at is nice, one of those boutique luxury places with a fancy bar attached to their restaurant.
you shrug, licking your lips.
"what, am i not allowed?"
kageyama flushes, the color inking his cheeks. he crinkles his nose, clears his throat.
"no, that's not -- you are. but -- i just -- i notice."
you press your lips, dig your spoon into the yogurt cup before offering him a bite. he blinks at it for a second before leaning over the table to let you feed him.
"mm -- yogurt's good!"
you laugh, nodding, taking another bite yourself.
"your eyes always light up when you're talking about food."
he swallows, cheeks darkening as he looks away again, and not for the first time, you ponder at the length of his lashes -- so dark and thick, fluttering like a heartbeat or butterfly wings.
"well. i like food."
you nod, scraping at the bottom of the yogurt cup. kageyama watches you for a second longer before pushing out of the chair. a moment later, he returns with a fresh one, setting it down in front of you.
you stare at it, then back up at him.
he sighs, dropping back down into his seat across from you, his entire face now three shades darker than it was before.
"you seemed to like it a lot."
you bite back a grin, feeling your cheeks warm in tandem.
"thanks."
you're halfway through the second cup when you glance up to see him staring at you. you lick your lips, self concious.
"what? do i have something on my face?"
kageyama shakes his head, the tips of his ears now going red as well.
"no -- just -- uh -- can i have another bite?"
a beat passes, and then another; a tiny, logical part of your brain wonders why he didn't get one for himself if he wanted some, but then, your heart catches up and you feel a tingle shoot down your spine.
you dig your spoon into the cup, pushing it forward towards him. and this time, he doesn't look away, doesn't break eye contact as he wraps his lips around the small silver spoon. the tiny flash of his tongue as he pulls back sets your whole body buzzing.
there's a glint in his eyes you think you've seen before -- ocean dark and glittering, a hunger you've only ever heard ascribed to feeding sharks and ravenous lions.
"done?" you ask, a bit breathless as you polish off the yogurt cup and he guzzles down the last of his protein shake. he nods, dabbing at his mouth. he stands, and you follow suit.
"we've got some time before practice starts, right?" you ask as he guides you back to the elevators with a palm at the small of your waist.
there's the shadow of a smirk slung across his lips as he turns to give you a nod as the elevator door dings and closes. he punches the number of your floor before leaning down to crowd you against the cold metal.
"yeah," he breathes, his lips inches from yours, the air tasting of blueberries, "yeah there is."
— “do i really need to be shirtless for this?” hajime asks gruffly, sitting neatly on your dorm floor as you write on a piece of tape, godzilla t-shirt tossed unceremoniously on your bed.
your anatomy exam is coming up, and you’ve been studying like your career depends on it (spoiler alert: it does), but you’ve been going batshit crazy just staring at your notes. so what better way to get off the books than to hang out with your boyfriend?
“yes,” you reply, placing ‘pectoralis major’ on his chest. “it wouldn’t work the same if you had a shirt on. active recall, visual learning, and such.” “right,” he mutters, brow furrowed as he watches you. “so…?” “so, flex your deltoid,” you demand. “c’mon, haji. this is important.” he flexes his shoulder obediently, looking away as you stick another label on his body.
you’re kind of surprised hajime agreed to this in the first place; though honestly, you really didn’t give him much of an explanation, simply texting him, “come to my dorm @ 10pm,” with no further instructions. you laughed when he called at 9:42 saying he was at the building, having to hold it in as you led your bright-eyed boyfriend into your room.
“you will be to blame if i don’t pass this,” you tell him, revelling in the slight twitch of his body as you slide a finger over his skin to pat down the adhesive. “right. can’t have that,” he says under his breath. you snicker. despite his reluctance, he’s not angry. maybe just disappointed. you’re not worried, though. he’d get what he came for soon enough.
sneaking a glance at him, you quickly scribble ‘teres minor’ on another scrap of tape. hajime’s ears are bright red, but his bottom lip is pursed up and his jaw is tight. tell-tale signs of his enjoyment.
“i know you’re a little embarrassed, but i need you to lift your arm up for me,” you tell him sweetly, tape hanging from your fingertips. hajime lets out a flustered grumble in reply, dim light highlighting hard planes of muscle as he accedes.
“it’s kind of itchy,” he says, after a moment. “well, it’s tape,” you answer matter-of-factly, pasting ‘frontalis’ on his forehead, then look at him doubtfully. “also, you need to stop scowling. you look cute when you’re not scowling.” “‘m not scowling,” hajime says under his breath, but his eyebrows relax immediately. you bite the inside of your cheek. cute.
another couple minutes pass by as you continue to stick labels on him, humming a tune while you treat your poor boyfriend like a whiteboard.
“...how long will this take?” hajime asks, stiffly, two pieces of tape hanging off the hollows of his cheekbones. you stretch out, making a big show of checking the clock on the wall. it’s almost midnight. “i’m basically done,” you reply. “i’m not going over the accessory muscles.”
hajime tilts his head, narrowing his eyes knowingly at you. “yeah, just wanna know, so i’m not peeling gemellus inferior out of my butt tomorrow,” he remarks wryly. you mirror his expression, enthused. “hah. i forgot you know this already.”
hajime pinches your inner thigh playfully. it doesn’t hurt—he could never hurt you—but you yelp anyway, more tickled than anything. “hey, i’m pretty smart, you know,” he reminds you, smoothing over the subtle sting with a callused thumb.
you scoot over towards him, running your hand down the label reading ‘rectus femoris.’ “i know you’re pretty smart,” you say, gaze locked on his, “otherwise i wouldn’t allow you to be sitting shirtless on my floor.” you pull, and the screech of tape being taken off skin is the only sound in the room for a second.
the sudden dilation of his pupils makes you laugh through your nose. “oh, that’s all,” hajime says lightly, body hot under your touch. “because i’m smart.” “and muscular,” you add, leaning over him as he sits back on his forearms, watching you intently. “mm, that’s part of it?” he asks, voice just breathless enough to make your stomach tighten.
“yeah,” you murmur, hooking a fingernail under ‘external oblique.’ your eyes drop to his bare chest, then drag back up to his face as you smile. “do you take a makeout session as gratuity for your model work?”
hajime swallows, his jaw fluttering. a blush blooms over his cheeks and he rolls his eyes. “that’s what i thought you called me here for,” he mumbles, warm hand coming up to rest on the curve of your lower back as you giggle. “c’mere.”
he peppers your face with soft kisses, leaving wet marks. your laughter fills the small room when you feel something sticky on your cheek.
“haji, i can’t take you serious with that stuff on your face!” “take it off, then!”
hello. folks. birfday post 4 me and him cuz we junebugs like dat
| Notes: I was just bored as heck, and they might be out of character , I don't know. Also, is it just me who likes SMAU??? Like, I love all SMAU creators and content , y’all are tuffff! Also I’m pretty sure Haikiyu!! was the og chat fic fandom, I remember binge watching so many videos….I still do it…
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