mia

[farmwitch]

this app is like a pacifier to me

[fromsil]

ᝰ. NOAH'S ARK

ㅤ     ✎𓂃 TOJI FUSHIGURO

✦ ⋆ ࣪. about : your son makes friends all the time, it’s just a pain in toji’s ass that they aren’t human. ✦ ⋆ ࣪. warnings : none. chickens. sm!au.

ㅤㅤ     ㅤ𓂃 sm!au masterlist.

ⓘ main masterlist.

©fromsil.

[karaaeps]

jason todd headcanons (ii) 💭

jason fast reflexes todd. where something slips, falls, gets tossed without warning and his hand is there before your brain even registers motion. effortless. precise. like his reflexes live a half-second ahead of the world. the moment you drop something your heart already drops with it, until his hand swoops in, all saving grace. it's insanely attractive.

you even try to test him once; drop something “by accident.” toss him an object without warning. you think you might catch him off guard. you don’t. he catches it cleanly, barely looking. sometimes he doesn’t even break conversation with whoever he's talking to. he'll just raise a brow at you afterward, faintly amused, throw you back the object. and suddenly the tables have turned and you are the one humbled.

jason barely ever flinches todd. it's no secret he is physically tough, but people forget he’s also mentally and visually tough. as in there isn’t anything he hasn’t seen before so his shock threshold has a high ceiling. you can snap a hand up near his face, slam a door behind him, have damian jump out of the dark trying to scare him and he doesn’t budge. no recoil. no startled breath. no instinctive step back. just donning an unamused resting face that you can practically hear saying "anything else?". his subconscious is (in honestly an abnormal way) chemically wired to believe that this is just another day and his body doesn’t interpret suddenness as danger anymore.

jason sensitive ears todd. he is sensitive to a lot of sounds but doesn’t get frightened easily. every loud noise, he’s heard it, growing up in crime alley. drop all the pans in the kitchen? he’ll sleep right through it. snore in your sleep? it’s practically his white noise. save for the exception of timers and ticking, he doesn’t really get triggered by sound. he’s also good at deciphering which sounds mean trouble and which ones are loud but harmless. it’s kind of like his superpower.

on the contrary what scares him is silence. because there’s nothing he can do when it’s silent. he can’t hear if you are suffering. if you’re in danger. if you need his help. he’d rather you be screaming your head off than be too late because he couldn’t hear something happen. to him silence is worse than noise. he literally doesn’t care if you wake him up at 3am if it means he can change the outcomes of things. since silent deaths is probably one of his biggest fears.

— as a footnote, he hums to himself mindlessly a lot. he isn’t trying to combat silence with conversation. he prefers subtle sounds. soft breathing, the fan, and he won’t complain about night crickets. he likes to sleep with very soft white noise. enough to know his ears work + avoiding fear and sleep restlessness due to utter silence, but not such a loud and assaulting sound that it hinders his hearing from emergencies (fire alarms, someone yelling for help etc.). thus, he sleeps like a baby when it’s raining outside.

jason light-footed todd. can* be light footed. this guy grew up tactical, stealthy. he knows how to be quiet, it’s just a matter of conscious choice. like for example, if he knows he’s going home to an empty apartment, he’s not careful with boots thudding, dishes clinking. but if he knows someone is home or already asleep, he’s so quiet it’s practically a walking paradox to his physique. and you’ll just get startled as you shift and your sheets and suddenly there’s this tanky six-foot monster in the shadows that you throw your pillow at on instinct. he catches it and raises an arm whispering “sorry, sorry.”

jason tender todd. he’s definitely tender in the way he loves. you know he missed the prime-time to learn game, so most of his knowledge on how to treat others has (green-flaggedly) been on the caretaking end. he knows queues for when a woman needs help but is too shy to ask. he is very attentive to bodily reactions and responds accordingly. like he’ll notice when you’re shifty in the summer and will turn on the fan before you ask. when you start to eye something across the room like a snack and he grabs it ahead like he can read your mind. or when you’re about to hit and sharp edges of furniture and his hand goes out to cover it so you don’t hurt yourself. or even when you clutch your stomach and walk even slightly different when you’re on your period and he’ll fall into the rhythm of all your needs. “how did you know i was craving reese’s?” “lucky guess.”

once in a while he’ll attempt some spicy quips, but he easily cringes at himself. he’s definitely a “not what you said last night, sweetheart.” overuser cause it’s seriously the only line he knows even if you said absolutely nothing audible last night anyway. but, it’s when he’s not trying and is genuine that he actually comes off insanely hot. which is when? when he’s taking care of you. when he’s asking you if this feels good. for you to tell him what feels good. his asking is so natural, it’s heart-aching that it’s oddly a turn on. and he’ll always respect your answers and wishes.

jason listens to your heartbeat todd. he’s big on pulse points to remind himself that he or whoever he’s with is alive. will put a finger to his neck or wrist, or a palm to his heart to keep himself grounded and remind himself he’s alive whenever he feels a panic coming. he does the same to his lovers when things seems too good to be true and he needs to remind himself it’s all real.

and speaking of loving…

jason top-down kisser todd. will start with his lips to your forehead, both your eyelids, your nose then to your mouth. again, it’s mostly a grounding mechanism when he can’t believe something is real and he has to break it all down to remind himself you are.

jason journaling todd. that’s it. that’s the headcanon. cause you mean to tell me an avid reader isn’t an avid analyser who needs to put their thoughts down before their head explodes from mental overstimulation?

@ karaaeps

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

[mrsterlingeverything]

28 is the oldest you can get in your 20s. 29 is crazy young like leave them alone weirdo. 30 is old 31 is super young

[wifegideonnav]

“bits to use in everyday conversations”

[pisshandkerchief]

there are corners of this website where the year is still 2013. and sometimes, on beautiful nights when the veil is thin, you can find them . if you know where to look

[jebastijan]

[arfemiz]

RECONNECTING

✎⠀⠀pairing ⦂ dick grayson x ex!reader l smau

࿐ synopsis ⦂ a second chance romance told entirely through instagram follows, late night diner texts, and the chaos of mutuals who saw it coming before either of you did.

꒰꒰ involving contents ⦂ reader x platonic! jason todd, wally west, roy harper, donna troy, fluff, banter, friends gossiping, teasing, implications of sleeping together, use of timestamps and your.username.

masterlist . . . . . ↷

dick.grayskies: posted a story 09:23pm

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your.username: posted a story 09:49pm

📍downtown's diner, gotham

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wally.west.is.fastest sent you a message: seen

wally.west.is.fastest: hey!! haven't heard from you in forever omg 10:12pm

wally.west.is.fastest: saw your story, you're at downtown's diner?? 10:13pm

wally.west.is.fastest: dick's may be two blocks from there btw. just saying 👀 10:15pm

your.username: i swear to god 10:16pm

wally.west.is.fastest: oh so you do respond, only to the mention of he who shall not be named

your.username: you literally just mentioned him 10:19pm

wally.west.is.fastest: oh well 10:20pm

wally.west.is.fastest: you can calm down!! it's not like he has been checking your profile every single day for two months 🙂

wally.west.is.fastest: completely unrelated information! 10:21pm

your.username: goodnight wally 10:22pm

wally.west.is.fastest: okay okay. but for REAL be careful out there, you won't want him to have to save the day 💛

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dick.grayskies started following you

[5 mutual followers: jason.tee, roy_harper_realguy, donna.megatroy, wally.west.is.fastest, starryeyed.kori]

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your.username sent a message: seen

your.username: really 11:06pm

dick.grayskies: what

your.username: the follow, grayson 11:07pm

dick.grayskies: it's a follow. relax 11:08pm

your.username: after two months of nothing 11:10pm

dick.grayskies: i saw your story

your.username: i know you saw my story

dick.grayskies: you look good 11:11pm

dick.grayskies: are you still there? i'm just saying 11:15pm

your.username: don't 11:16pm

dick.grayskies: alright

your.username: alright?

dick.grayskies: you gonna be out long 11:17pm

you.username: grayson.

dick.grayskies: i'm in the neighborhood 11:18pm

your.username: that's literally the worst thing you could have said to me right now 11:19pm

dick.grayskies: probably yeah

dick.grayskies: so? 11:23pm

your.username: so what

dick.grayskies: so are you gonna be out long

your.username: i despise you 11:24pm

dick.grayskies: do you really?

your.username: i'm here until last call 11:28pm

dick.grayskies: cool 11:29pm

dick.grayskies: just so you know

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[GROUP CHAT: the most normal guys ever 🚨]

wally.west.is.fastest: WAIT 12:53pm

wally.west.is.fastest: WAIT WAIT WAIT

roy_harper_realguy: what happened now 12:59pm

wally.west.is.fastest: i just saw that dick followed (y/n) again 01:00am

roy_harper_realguy: NO HE DIDN'T

wally.west.is.fastest: CHECK. HIS. PAGE. 01:01am

roy_harper_realguy: no way he did

roy_harper_realguy: jay did you know about your brothers doings?!

jason.tee: i plead the fifth 01:10am

wally.west.is.fastest: JASON!

jason.tee: look alright they're adults!!! why do we care 01:12am

roy_harper_realguy: they are absolutely not going to act like adults

jason.tee: no probably not 01:18am

wally.west.is.fastest: someone should warn her 01:19am

roy_harper_realguy: warn her or warn HIM

roy_harper_realguy: last time those were in the same room dick walked into a wall

jason.tee: he did NOT walk into a wall 01:21am

wally.west.is.fastest: aww. look at you defending your older brother. so cute

roy_harper_realguy: bro he ABSOLUTELY walked into a wall. i was THERE

wally.west.is.fastest: 💀💀💀 01:22am

jason.tee: okay he was distracted. it was a stressful night 01:27am

wally.west.is.fastest: 🪦🪦🪦

jason.tee: enough with the emojis. did your word keyboard go missing 01:28am

roy_harper_realguy: he was distracted cause she was wearing that red dress

wally.west.is.fastest: THE RED DRESS INCIDENT

jason.todd: we don't call it that 01:30am

roy_harper_realguy: we literally all call it that 01:31am

wally.west.is.fastest: i'm manifesting chaos tonight. i can feel it

roy_harper_realguy: pour one out for whoever's couch he ends up NOT sleeping on tonight. hers or his 🙏🏻

jason.tee: ROY 01:41am

roy_harper_realguy: what!! i'm just being real!! 01:42am

wally.west.is.fastest: and why does it take you so long to respond

wally.west.is.fastest: could it be cause you're too busy trying to find the right emoji 01:43am

wally.west.is.fastest: so mad that you told me to cut it out with my own emojis or? i’m cool and you’re not, face it

seen: jason.tee

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your.username sent a message to donna.megatroy: seen

your.username: okay so there's more to the story than you think 01:38am

donna.megatroy: oh no

your.username: you haven't even given me time to explain anything yet 01:39am

donna.megatroy: you always say there's an explanation, and it's just stuff i already have figured out

your.username: that is so not true

donna.megatroy: did grayson text you 01:40am

donna.megatroy: YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!! answer and stop hiding 01:46am

your.username: he followed me first!! that's basically HIS fault

donna.megatroy: what did i say. the exact same thing i say to him as a good friend would. WHAT did i say when you posted that story

your.username: you said 'don't post that story' 01:47am

donna.megatroy: AND 01:48am

your.username: and 'dick will see it'

donna.megatroy: AND

your.username: and 'this is going to be a whole thing'

donna.megatroy: SO 01:49am

your.username: okay but listen. he said i looked good

donna.megatroy: i'm going to pass away

your.username: what do i DO 01:50am

donna.megatroy: you go HOME is what you do 01:51am

your.username: he's like. two blocks away 01:52am

donna.megatroy: ABSOLUTELY NOT

your.username: i told him i'm here until last call

donna.megatroy: i can't believe you

donna.megatroy: you know i can't

donna.megatroy: no trust in you whatsoever 01:53am

your.username: the heart wants what it wants 😭

donna.megatroy: don't quote britney spears at me right now i'm serious 01:54am

donna.megatroy: he broke up with you two months ago!! and i've been stuck in the middle, trying to be there for both of you 01:55am

your.username: he didn't BREAK UP with me it was mutual

donna.megatroy: it was not mutual and we both know it

your.username: he has that jacket on. the leather, striped blue one. 02:03am

donna.megatroy: you SAW him already???

your.username: he just walked in

donna.megatroy: lord give me STRENGTH

your.username: okay i gotta go 02:06am

donna.megatroy: DO NOT DO ANYTHING STUPID 02:07am

your.username: lol

your.username: 😇

donna.megatroy: THAT EMOJI MEANS NOTHING COMING FROM YOU 02:08am

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your.username: posted to close friends story 03:49am

no comment, other than we’re heading back to my apartment now, where it all began.

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[GROUP CHAT: the most normal guys ever 🚨]

wally.west.is.fastest: I CALLED IT 03:51am

roy_harper_realguy: SHE PUT IT ON CLOSE FRIENDS

jason.tee: why are you two on her close friends list and not me 03:54am

roy_harper_realguy: because we're loveable jay tee

wally.west.is.fastest: chaos has been manifested. my work here is done

roy_harper_realguy: dick owes me twenty bucks 03:55am

jason.tee: when did you bet on this 03:56am

roy_harper_realguy: feburary. on valentines day

jason.tee: it's APRIL 03:57am

roy_harper_realguy: i'm a patient guy todd

wally.west.is.fastest: thought you were a real guy. see what i did there

wally.west.is.fastest: you know what this joke needs?!?

jason.tee: don’t you dare!! i can see you taking long to type like you’re searching for something

wally.west.is.fastest: 😭😭😭

jason.tee removed wally.west.is.fastest

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your.username sent a message to dick.grayskies: seen

your.username: hey 06:14am

your.username: you left your hoodie behind at my place

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dick.grayskies: sent you a message: seen

dick.grayskies: i know 06:31am

your.username: okay 06:49am

dick.grayskies: keep it for now

your.username: yeah?

dick.grayskies: yeah

your.username: this was a bad idea

dick.grayskies: the worst idea

your.username: you busy tomorrow 06:57am

dick.grayskies: you really want your tomorrow to be a repeat.

dick.grayskies: i can be there all days of the week if you want me to. all you gotta do is take me back

your.username: i know 07:01am

dick.grayskies: i know you know

your.username: so?

dick.grayskies: probably not busy 07:09am

your.username: cool

dick.grayskies: this is still a bad idea

your.username: yeah

your.username: worst one i've had in a while 07:10am

your.username: worth it though 🙄

dick.grayskies: yeah

dick.grayskies: maybe 07:14am

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[GROUP CHAT: the most normal guys ever 🚨]

roy_harper_realguy added wally.west.is.fastest

wally.west.is.fastest: good morning!! to you especially todd 09:26am

wally.west.is.fastest: no time to swiftly humble you right now. anyone heard from dick

roy.harper.realguy: his location hasn't moved since last night 09:27am

jason.tee: WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS LOCATION 09:34am

roy_harper_realguy: safety reasons todd. your city is DANGEROUS. to think you of all people would understand

wally.west.is.fastest: 💀

jason.tee: i'm going back to sleep 09:55am

wally.west.is.fastest: yeah. humble yourself to sleep

roy_harper_realguy: tell alfred we said hi when you get home 🙏🏻

all dc and dick grayson works, tags are open

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࿔ ✎ @batwngs, @luviery

[my-love-all-mine]

[nightwingblvd]

— some protector - d.g.

pairing - dick grayson x reader

summary - even after you broke up with dick, he can’t seem to stay away from you

warnings - descriptions of injury, blood, violence, angst, persistent ex!dick, cliche patching up scene (you can rip this trope out of my cold dead hands), a few medical inaccuracies because i am not a doctor

“Baby, I’m sorry,” the masked vigilante followed behind you, only a few steps behind but making sure to maintain his distance. “I crossed a line, I get it. I shouldn’t have stepped in like that.”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have.” You kept at your brisk pace, not bothering to look back at the boy behind you.

Blüdhaven’s night wind was brutal on your bare arms, making you regret not grabbing a jacket when you were on your way out the door. Once upon a time that wasn’t even a worry for you, if you’d even so much as shivered then Dick wouldn’t have given it a second thought before taking off his own jacket and draping it over your shoulder. But things had changed, and you’d much sooner light yourself on fire to stay warm than accept any help from the former Boy Wonder.

“Hey, don’t be like that.” His footsteps caught up to your increasing pace. “I said I’m sorry, what else should I do?”

“Maybe if you stopped following me for a change.” You spat out. “I don’t need your protection, Nightwing, I can get home myself just fine.”

“It’s not safe to walk by yourself after dark.”

“I’m a big girl, I think I’ll be okay.”

“I know that, I do trust you-”

“Like you trusted me when you threatened that man at the bar just because he asked for my number? Like when you told him I’m apparently taken, even though we broke up three weeks ago? We’re not together, Dick.”

Dick muttered some curses, quickening his pace to get in front of you face to face. “Come on, don’t be difficult. I don’t want anything bad happening to you. Not you, of all people.”

The gesture wasn’t anything new, it was something he’d started doing even before you were officially together. He’d follow loosely behind you if you were out by yourself during one of his patrols, often without you even noticing he was there. Like a personal bodyguard, he’d justified it, and it always ended with him making sure you got inside and getting a “kiss for good luck” before he went to back to patrol. It was what made you fall in love with him so easily back then, the determination and loyalty.

That was before the end of the honeymoon phase, before you’d discovered what it was really like to be involved with a vigilante. Before the nights you spent awake in bed because you were too worried about him, before the nights where he’d crawl through the window all bloodied and battered. It wasn’t a lifestyle you could force yourself to live with.

“Dick.” You furrowed your eyebrows, forcing your voice to stay even. “If you don’t leave me alone within the next five seconds, I’m going to start screaming.”

The lifeless lenses on his mask stayed trained on you for a minute before his shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, I mean it. Please, let me walk you back. I won’t say anything, you won’t even notice I’m there. I couldn’t stand it if something-” He shook his head, as if to banish the thought. “Please.”

You didn’t consider yourself a weak person, by any means. You’d never gone back to an ex in the past. You’d forbade yourself from letting Dick squeeze his way back into your life, no matter how much your gut twisted in protest and wanted to give in to his sad, desperate look.

Before you could ignore every warning sign blaring in the rational part of your brain and give in, Dick suddenly leapt into action, pushing you out of the way and tackling down a man behind you. You barely got the chance to yelp or ask what he was doing before he had the man in a chokehold.

“Not very nice to sneak up on people like that,” Dick gritted through his teeth, then turned his attention back on you, tone urgent. “Go, get inside!”

You stood stunned for a second. “And leave you here?”

“I can handle him-” he let out a grunt as the criminal pulled out a blade and slashed at him, leaving Dick stunned and loosening his grip. The man took his opportunity, pulling away and taking off.

“Di- Nightwing!” You flew into panic mode, kneeling down and putting your hand on his shoulder to support him. “Shit, are you okay?”

“Just a scratch,” he winced, his hand gripping his side where his suit was sliced through, coating his fingers with blood.

Your eyes widened at the site. “That is not a scratch, you need to get medical attention, maybe stitches-”

“No hospital.” His head dropped to your shoulder. “It’s okay, just need to get some bandages. It looks worse than it feels.”

Your fingers threaded through his hair like it was second nature. All the nights you’d spent patching him up after rough patrols were coming back to you. You’d kept a full first aid kit in your bathroom door just for that very reason, complete with bandages and bleeding control in case—god forbid—anything were to happen.

You slung his arm over your shoulder to support his weight, helping him stand. “We can get to my apartment, it’s not far. Come on.”

He snapped back into reality immediately, shaking his head. “No, you don’t have to-”

“I’m not letting you get back to your apartment yourself and possibly pass out from blood loss, come on.” You pulled him forward. “It’s nothing I’m not used to.”

The antiseptic was a familiar scent, stinging your nostrils as you tried to gently pat it onto the wound.

It had stopped bleeding by then, only after a few minutes of you applying direct pressure to it. Dick had chosen to grant you some mercy by not saying a word the whole time, but the silence felt more unbearable than talking to him did. You felt partly at fault for the injury, you hadn’t even noticed the man coming up behind you and Dick was clearly distracted talking to you. Letting him talk nonsense seemed deserved.

You’d thankfully still had a pair of his sweatpants and an old hoodie still lying in the closet that you’d forgotten about. It was a good thing it came in handy before you’d had a bad night and spontaneously decided to burn it or something.

Only when you’d finished dressing the wound did he let out any words. A quiet thank you, to which you’d graced with a nod. The two of you sat in silence after that, seated in front of each other on the bathroom floor and a lot to say but nothing to be willing to admit out loud.

You cleared your throat a few seconds later, standing up and holding your hand out to help him do the same. “I think you’ll be fine from here with just changing the bandages regularly until it heals.”

He took your hand, grabbing his previously discarded suit from the floor before pulling himself up. “You’ve always been the expert.”

“Not an expert,” you murmured as you turned off the light and closed the bathroom door behind you two. “just experienced.”

His eyes roamed over your bedroom, noting that not much had changed. The stuffed dragon in particular caught his eye, propped up on your bed in front of the pillows. “You kept Pebbles?”

Pebbles was won in an exaggerated effort to impress you on one of your first dates. You’d visited the fair with Dick that day and he’d insisted he could win the ring toss and get you the prize of your choice. You’d laughed and told him it was rigged, but the boy had his eyes set. Thirty minutes and at least thirty dollars spent later, the man at the stall had taken pity on him and just handed you the stuffed dragon to get him to leave.

You still found it cute and didn’t want his efforts to go to waste so you took good care of the toy. You’d sprayed some of Dick’s cologne onto it and cuddled up to it on nights when he wasn’t able to stay. He’d found it amusing at first, but the constant sight of the stuffed animal in the same bed as him and his girlfriend made him grow bitter. He’d started tossing it to the floor after you’d fallen asleep and when you laughed and asked why he held such contempt for the dragon, he accused it of stealing your attention away from him.

The scent of him stayed lingering onto the toy even after you two had broken up and you’d gotten into a habit where you couldn’t sleep without it. It was your own little secret, not even revealed to the major part of you that wanted to erase him from your life for good.

“Yeah.” You pushed down the memories of those times and turned to face him, looking at the now bandaged wound. “You’re okay, right?”

He nodded, pursing his lips and looking down at you. “I meant what I said. I really am sorry, for everything. Not just tonight.”

You took a deep breath in, walking with him to the door. Part of you wanted to ask him to stay, to say something you would probably regret later. But part of you also wanted yourself to be stronger than that. “I know.”

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[8nin]

Not to vagueblog but some of you are definitely the sweetest souls and I think of you fondly

[sodaneko]

atsumu was always under the impression that you liked his brother more than you liked him. after all it was osamu who you shared your bento with, it was osamu who always gave you a ride home on the back of his bike, it was osamu you cheered for louder than anyone else during their games.

as perceptive as atsumu is, he never quite caught your stolen glances or the way your pupils dilated when you snarled at him or how you'd defend him so boldly when he wasn't in the room.

it's not that atsumu is hard to love–it's how scared you were of doing so. so easy to burn in his light when he smiles at you, snaggleteeth on display, arms held out for you. an inevitable pull; your lips on his, the reflection of you in his warm brown eyes, calloused hands dragging you closer by your belt hoops. you're not falling for atsumu, you're sinking; to your knees in devotion, head in his lap in worship.

say you love me, he murmurs between heated kisses and you think you could get addicted to hearing him beg.

[dumdogs]

word count: 2k

content warning: cheating

When you were sixteen, you thought Miya Atsumu held the world in his hands. Maybe that was what he liked about you: the wet moved eyes and the admiration that shone out of your features every time you looked at him; the facade of indifference you tried, and failed, to pass off every time he looked back at you; the way you spoke his name with reverence and awe. Maybe that's why he asked you to be his girlfriend. 

You liked being Miya Atsumu's girlfriend. You liked when he threw his arm over your shoulder and walked with you like you were completely his. You liked bragging about it a lot. The jealousy of other girls almost fueled your ego entirely and it came with this odd sort of respect from the boys you knew. People knew Atsumu, so they knew you. 

He asked you to come to his games and you did, and you cheered for him like a good girlfriend would. You learned about volleyball and you listened to him talk about it for hours and when you said things to him like, "That other team's setter was terrible" or, "It looked like Suna wasn't hitting a hundred percent today," Atsumu would kiss the top of your head and say, "I think you're my soulmate." 

You felt like you were doing everything right, when it came to him. You brought him good luck charms before games and made him playlists and held his hand on the way to school and you would come over and help his mother make dinner and Osamu, at the very least, tolerated you and would make polite conversation with you whenever you were around. 

Atsumu told you he loved you after a few months of dating. He said it in on a shaky bus ride, your hands interlocked and your head on his shoulder. You didn't say anything for a second, because you didn't want to cry on a bus that early in the morning. But when you found your voice, you eventually said it too. 

It was perfect, Atsumu and you. He gave you a necklace with his initials, and you wore it every day. 

You went and cheered him on during the Nationals in your second year. You wore his sweatshirt and you cried when they lost. You imagined him crying in your arms and you kissing the top of his head and telling him that it was okay, that he could come back again and get his revenge. By the time you found him, he did not look like he needed consoling. 

The person he was talking to was tall and pretty, and wearing this terrible neon jacket. You couldn't hear what they were talking about as you approached, but Atsumu spotted you and his face brightened. His eyes were rimmed red like he had been crying, but he grinned. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into his side, arm over your shoulder and he said, "Omi, this is my girlfriend," like he was bragging. 

Atsumu didn't look at you when he said it. He stared Omi directly in the eye, challenging him. Omi didn't look at you either. If it weren't for Atsumu's arm aorund you, it would be as if you weren't even there. 

"Don't show her off like she's some kind of toy you won," Omi spat at Atsumu. And with that, he turned on his heel, hands stuffed in the pockets of his terrible jacket, and walked away. You blinked. You never even told him your name. 

Later, you and Atsumu sat on the floor of his room, your back against the wall and your legs outstretched onto his lap. "I didn't like your friend," you said, quiet and unsure, like if you didn't know if you were allowed to or not. 

"Hmm? Which one?" Atsumu asked. He had one hand on your ankle, fingers tapping rhythmically on your skin. 

"The one you called Omi," you told him, looking at your entagled legs and not at him. "He was rude." 

"Nah," Atsumu said easily and quickly. "He's just like that. You start to like him once you get used to him." 

You didn't talk about him again. Sometimes you would see his name pop up on Atsumu's phone and he would turn his screen away from you to answer, but you didn't talk about it again. 

You got older. Atsumu kept winning volleyball matches and you kept getting good grades to get into your dream university in Tokyo. Things stayed the same. Atsumu told you he loved you every night and you said the same. High school passed. Atsumu signed to MSBY. You got accepted. He left for Osaka, and you left for Tokyo. 

It was hard, at first. There were a lot of times you felt like you wanted to give up, because the distance wasn't something you were used to and you were convinced it was something you could never get used to. Your studies were hard and it was harder being so lonely. But every time you felt like you were done, Atsumu was there. Taking the train to see you, calling you, being there in any way he could. Atsumu always did his best to be there. 

It felt different than it did in high school. It felt more real, somehow. Like before what you were doing was just some kind of make-believe, just pretend. Now it felt like Atsumu was more than just a boyfriend - it felt like he was a partner. You started to take him and yourself more seriously. You started to take everything more seriously. 

Atsumu would mention you in post-match interviews and post pictures of your visits together and he would talk about how proud of you he was and how much he loved you, like he wanted everyone to know. You wore his initials around your neck and told all your friends about him and when you called your mother every week she would ask when you two were finally going to get married. 

"Atsumu," you whispered into his chest on one of your visits down to Osaka. You had just watched him win a match and instead of going out with his team, he laid in his bed with you and ran a hand down your spine. "Do you see a future with me?" you asked. 

He made a humming noise that you felt rattle in his chest. "I can't see a future without you." 

You moved to Osaka, when you graduated. You wanted to be with Atsumu and you wanted to start that future that he had spoke of, so you said goodbye to your friends and promised to visit and you got on the train. 

If it was hard to be separated, it was harder to come back together. Things were odd at first, living together. You had gotten used to university life and Atsumu had grown accustomed to living alone. You felt like it was hard for him, at first, to make space for you. 

You argued about stupid things. About where to put dishes and who was responsible for folding the laundry and who's turn it was to mop the floors. You argued about bigger things, too. Like how Atsumu thought you felt like you were too good for him and his career just because you went to university and got your degree. Like how you thought Atsumu didn't want to make space for you in his life and only wanted you when it was convenient. Things were hard. 

But it was you and Atsumu. You two just made sense. You two were right for each other. So you worked things out. You made it okay. Atsumu adjusted, you adjusted. You made it okay. 

It was around the time that you moved to Osaka that Sakusa Kiyoomi came back into the picture, joining MSBY as their new outside hitter. And you got the feeling, the same feeling that you got when you were sixteen, that Sakusa did not like you. 

It was in the way his hard gaze lingered on you when you greeted Atsumu post match, watching carefully and critically as his arms went around your waist and yours around his neck. It was in the way he whispered something to himself and pulled his mask over his face whenever you spoke while you were out drinking with the team. It was in the way Sakusa Kiyoomi never once bothered to say your name; you weren't sure he ever bothered to learn it. 

You didn't know what it was. Bokuto liked you. Hinata liked you. Meian and Inunaki liked you. Everyone liked you but him. And for a second you thought it was just Atsumu that Sakusa had a problem with, and he was taking it out on you. But Sakusa seemed to like Atsumu just fine. He looked Atsumu in the eyes when he spoke to him. He let Atsumu clap his shoulder and hold onto it while he laughed. Sometimes you would find them, bodies close to each other and whispering before pulling apart at the sight of you. 

"I just don't know what the fuck his problem with me is," you had complained with muffled words to Atsumu as you brushed your teeth next to him, like you had probably hundreds of times before. "Like, why does he look at me like he wants me dead?" 

"He doesn't baby," Atsumu said, spitting into the sink. "He's just like that. You gotta trust me." 

Atsumu kissed your head before he turned to walk out of the bathroom. "Going to bed, love you." 

You felt stupid when you realized it. Like you should've known this whole time. 

Maybe there was some part of you that knew what you were doing when you arrived home from work early. Maybe you knew what you were doing when you quietly removed your shoes and crept towards the bedroom more carefully than usual. Maybe you already knew what was behind that closed door. 

You opened it anyways. 

It still shocked you. 

It still made you feel like the world had dissolved under your feet. Like something horrible and painful was growing in your stomach and spreading up to your chest. It still made you feel sick. 

Atsumu was hovering over him, blocking his body with his own bare back. But when he heard you enter, he jumped away, and revealed to you the naked and bare Sakusa Kiyoomi. 

You don't know why, but you didn't look at Atsumu. You didn't look at Atsumu when he crawled out of that bed, your bed, and rushed towards you. You didn't look at Atsumu when he placed himself in front of you and put his hands on your shoulders and said, "Baby, it's not what it looks like, okay? Baby, please look at me. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Please look at me. Can we talk about this? Can you talk to me?" 

You just stared at Sakusa. You stared at him and his shocked, pained expression, like he had any right to be, and it clicked in your head. All the looks and the whispering and the tension. From the very first second he met you, Sakusa Kiyoomi has hated you, because you were taking Atsumu from him. You thought you might vomit.

Atsumu was still pleading, was still making his case like he wasn't standing in front of you, naked and reeking of sex, like there was any chance left to salvage this. Like there was anything left to salvage. 

And as much as you wanted to scream and hit him and destroy the home you had built together, you just couldn't do it. You felt like you couldn't do anything. You took a deep breath, and without saying anything, you removed Atsumu's hands from your shoulders, and you turned around and left. You left the apartment and you left him behind and Atsumu made no effort to follow you. 

You didn't cry until you were on the train back to Tokyo. You let out guttural, body-wrecking sobs and people looked at you and no one said anything and you just sat there and cried and you didn't know what you were going to do. You thought, you'd figure it out, once you got to Tokyo. 

You would get there and you would cry some more and you would figure out how to live a life without Miya Atsumu. You ripped his initials off your neck, and left them on the floor of the train.

idk something just came over me

[yearnpilled]

neon jacket... 😿😿😿😿 sakuatsu but what cost

[xoxonahyo]

touch-starved!megumi who never really got the hang of being affectionate. it was not that he hated it or found it embarrassing despite what yuji always said. he just honestly did not know how to deal with it most of the time. touching other people or being touched had never exactly been a regular thing for him growing up. so eventually, megumi learned how to exist without ever asking for that kind of connection.

touch-starved!megumi who slowly starts changing towards you in tiny, subtle ways. hanging around you longer than he actually needed to. relaxing the second you sit beside him after a mission. always looking a little startled every time you touch him, like some part of him still expects everyone to eventually pull away.

touch-starved!megumi who acts like none of it affects him at first. if you straighten his collar, he just blinks at you quietly. if your hands brush while passing something to him, his fingers pause for half a second too long. if you hug him unexpectedly, his whole body goes stiff before very slowly melting into the hold like his body is finally catching up to something his heart has wanted for years.

touch-starved!megumi who never asks for more, and honestly that the heartbreaking part. he never leans in first or reaches for your hand unless you do it beforehand. he never interrupts you or demands your attention. he accepts love like it is something borrowed, something temporary. almost terrified he might ruin it if he holds on too tightly.

touch-starved!megumi who comes back from a horrible mission exhausted, sitting alone in the common room with his head tilted against the sofa. uniform torn. dried blood against his jaw. looking absolutely wrecked while rain taps softly against the windows outside.

touch-starved!megumi who only opens his eyes slowly when you tell him he should sleep already, voice rough and exhausted as he quietly says, “in a minute.”

touch-starved!megumi who shifts closer after you sit beside him. barely noticeable. just enough for his shoulder to press carefully against yours. hesitant enough that it makes your chest ache because it is obvious he wants comfort but has absolutely no idea how to ask for it.

touch-starved!megumi who goes completely still when your fingers slide into his hair. for one awful second you think you crossed a line until he exhales shakily, sounding like all the tension inside him is finally draining out at once.

touch-starved!megumi who slowly leans into your touch while his eyes close again, practically melting beneath your fingers as you scratch lightly against his scalp. such a tiny movement, but somehow it feels devastating because maybe nobody has ever held him this gently before.

touch-starved!megumi who lets out a tired little laugh when you whisper that he doesn’t have to pretend he is okay all the time. he says “i know,” but he sounds like somebody hearing those words for the very first time.

touch-starved!megumi who instinctively turns his face into your palm the second your hand slides down to his cheek, like he belongs there naturally. like some hidden part of him has been starving for tenderness for years.

touch-starved!megumi who falls half asleep against you by the time the rain finally stops, one hand loosely gripping your hoodie sleeve like he thinks you might disappear if he lets go.

touch-starved!megumi who never actually asks you to stay.

he just quietly holds onto you when you do.

an: I still suck at tagging even after 4 year into this

[loveridden1999]

the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad

[dumdogs]

I WAS NEVER YOUR BOYFRIEND

CHAPTER TWO: guy who thinks i'm his ramona flowers or some shit

content warning: some sexual content/smut (VERY BRIEF), timestamps are NOT accurate, MDNI

"Fuck, you look so pretty like that."

Suna Rintaro is in a good mood. It could have something to do with him winning his match or the fact that his image is already starting to turn around just three days after announcing his fake relationship, but really the primary reason for his mood is you.

You, laid out beneath him, chest bare and eyes screwed shut in pleasure, making sweet noises that go straight to his dick. He feels drunk. There's a layer of sweat on his skin. He dips his head down and attaches his lips to your neck.

When it's over, Suna's pulling off the condom, while you rise from the bed and disappear out of the room. Suna lifts his head to stare after you, listening to your footsteps. He's wondering where you've disappeared to, and then he hears the shower turn on. He snorts. You certainly make yourself comfortable.

Twenty minutes later, you emerge from the bathroom wearing nothing but the jersey he gave to you, the one with his name on it. Suna stares for longer than he needs to. "You didn't have to mark me up," you say, sitting down at the edge of the bed. You reach up to tug at the neckline of the jersey and Suna sees it then, the dark bruise blossoming at the curve of your neck. "I'm too old for this shit."

Suna grins. He feels oddly smug. "Sorry, got carried away."

"Yeah, whatever. So are you gonna be a gentleman and sleep on the couch, or a dick and make me do it?"

Suna blinks. "We've already slept together. Do you draw the line at sharing a bed?"

You're terrible to share a bed with. Suna regrets it when it's three-fifteen in the morning and you've woken him up twice. You snore and then you stop snoring and then when you start it up again it jolts Suna awake. You've kicked him many times and you are the least generous blanket-sharer perhaps on the entire planet.

Suna gets hardly any sleep and when morning comes around you look like you've had the best sleep of your life. Suna almost hates you for it. But when he walks to you work and he gives you a kiss on the cheek (for the sake of the giggling teenager with the camera Suna is sure recognized him), Suna walks away with the distinct feeling that he is probably going to end up doing it again.

EXTRAS!

y/n and suna's text span about two and half weeks ignore the timestamps

y/n just texted her mom that she wasn't ready for her to meet suna yet because it's not that serious yet and she doesn't want to make the same mistake she made with kuroo

kuroo

y/n kind of has the feeling that suna has a little crush on her

suna would be very surprised to hear this

some songs on the 'for sunarin' playlist!

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