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this had be BLUSHING ob my god kinilig ako

🌊 love.

fluff, f!civilian. inspired by @mostly-imagines ‘ fics, slightly ooc i think..

( how jason’s stone heart softens around you. pt 2 )

Love was a very foreign concept for Jason. He has read books, watched movies with the batgirls and watch the corny love shows Dick binges but nothing seems to him show him how to love.

Sure, there are some things he likes. He likes a few things, but nothing seems to be ‘love.’

Love? It was only for the naive and the vulnerable. He had seen too many people get hurt, including himself. Love makes a person weak, those feelings would lead to mistakes and pain. So he thought he was better off without it. How could he love something, when he doesn’t even love himself?

It was a snowy night, he was leaned over some random apartment’s wall holding over his wound. His hand was pressed against his side as he felt the blood seep between his fingers. He grits his teeth in pain, the cold nipping at skin.

It was a bad night, he had been caught off by a group of criminals who ambushed and destroyed his earbud for communication. He had no choice but to seek refuge, the nearest safe house was 30 minutes away and he couldn’t make it. As the footsteps grew closer, Jason tensed up, his hand instinctively going for the gun strapped to his hip. But before he could draw his weapon, the figure came into view, wrapped in winter clothes for warmth.

Jason's eyes narrowed, trying to make out the figure's features in the low light. He had no idea if this person was a friend or foe, and as he was in no condition to fight, he would need to be cautious.

“Uh, hi?” you said, concerned about the guy on your porch. You had just come home from an odd dinner date and things couldn’t just get weirder.

Jason's eyes softened as he heard the voice addressing him. Despite his usual cold demeanor, he didn't want to startle or scare you. After all, he was in no condition to fight right now. "Hey," he responded, his voice strained from the pain. "Sorry to bother you. I just... needed a place to rest for a bit."

You looked at him, he had a damaged red helmet over his head, brown jacket and a wounded side.. isn’t this the vigilante guy? You stepped closer, but not too close. “You’re hurt.” you said, as you then looked around then back to him “D-do you need an ambulance or..?”

Jason huffed weakly, "Nah, I'll be fine. It's just a scratch" he said, trying to play it off. However, he knew he needed to do something about the wound soon. "Do you, uh, mind if I come inside for a bit? I won't be a bother, I promise."

You slowly nodded “Yeah.. yeah of course let me help.” you said as you reached out to him. Jason nodded in appreciation. He winced slightly as you reached out, still feeling the pain from his wound, but he knew he couldn't refuse any help he could get.

He leaned on you for support as he slowly stood up, his legs feeling like jelly. "Thanks," he muttered quietly. "I owe ya one, doll." You propped him on your couch, you looked down at his bleeding wound. “I can help.. uh, I know a bit of nursing.” you said.

He looked up at you, his eyes studying you intently, trying to gauge your intentions. He didn't know you, but he had no other option at the moment.

"You sure you know what you're doing?" he asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

“Yeah, wait, let me find my first aid.” As you came back with the kit in your hand, you kneeled, lifting his shirt up to see the damage. As you looked at his wounded side, you could see the deep gash across his abdomen, with blood slowly seeping from the edges. It was a nasty wound, but nothing that couldn't be fixed with basic medical supplies.

Jason winced slightly as you touched his sides, hissing in pain. "It's not as bad as it looks." he muttered, trying to sound tough. You gave a skeptical look at his comment but continued to tend to his wound. As you pulled out some gauze and antiseptic, you couldn't help but notice the numerous scars that covered his stomach and chest.

Jason noticed your curious glances, and a flicker of unease passed through his eyes. He was used to the scars by now, but he still felt a sense of discomfort whenever someone would glance at them. He knew they were hard to ignore, but he preferred keeping them hidden whenever possible. He didn't like showing weakness, and the scars were a clear sign of his failures.

You continued on your work as you placed the antiseptic “This will sting.”

"Just do it," he said through clenched teeth. "I can handle it."

You proceeded to gently wipe the area around the wound with the antiseptic, making sure to clean out any dirt or debris that might have gotten inside. He tensed up, groaning slightly as the antiseptic stung his skin. You knew he tried to hide his discomfort.

“Sorry if I stared.” you said as you started to wrap the bandages, “That was rude of me.”

"It's fine," he said, his voice gruff as he spoke. "I know I'm not the prettiest sight to behold." you couldn't help but frown at his comment. There was more to him than just his scars, you thought. But you knew better than to say anything about it.

You wrapped the final knot as you dusted your hands, “I’m done.”

"Thanks," he tried to sit up straight, wincing slightly as he put pressure on his wound. You tried to make him sit “Woah woah, okay, don't push yourself.” He allowed you to gently push him back down onto the couch. He wasn't used to being told what to do, but he couldn't deny that he was still fairly weak from his injury.

"I'm fine," he muttered.

“What are you exactly?” you asked, brows furrowing. He paused for a bit, thinking on his answer " I'm a vigilante," he said, "I patrol the streets at night and take care of the bad guys."

“Do you… kill people?” He looked away, unable to meet your gaze. "Sometimes," he said quietly, his tone distant. "When there's no other choice."

"I don't enjoy it," he continued, "But sometimes violence is the only language criminals understand." You tell your name as he nodded in response, “Call me, Red Hood.” he said. You looked at him, pointing at his head “But that’s a helmet.” you said. He huffs “Well, I don’t exactly go around telling people my name sweetheart.”

Jason looked out the window, noting the late hour. He knew that he should get going— the night would not wait for him. He shifted on the couch, wincing slightly as he jostled his wounded side. "I should probably get going," he said, slowly getting up from the couch. Your eyed widened as you stood up as well “What? Are you sure?”

Jason nodded, gritting his teeth as he tried to stand up straight. He could already feel the pull of the stitches in his side, but he didn't want to worry you any more than he already had. "I'll be fine," he said, even though he was still somewhat wobbly on his feet. "I've had worse."

You watch him open your window and left to the snowy cold city. You walked towards your window, hands on the railings as you saw him leave, “Stay safe!” you yelled out. He turned slightly and nodded, giving you a small wave before disappearing into the shadows of the city.

About 2 days passed, somehow.. he felt this itch. He wanted to return the favor. It was a foreign feeling for him— he wasn't used to caring about anyone besides himself. But something about you just wouldn't leave his mind.

Like why does it even matter? You 're just some rando who treated his wounds.

…And so, on the third day, he decided to pay a visit to your apartment.

He didn’t know how to approach this situation, he landed on your fire escape. The steel slightly shook from his weight. He paused as he reached your window, peering through the glass with hesitance in his eyes. The blinds were closed, but he could see your silhouette from the light.

Jason tried to get a better view of you through the slits in the blinds. He wasn't sure why he was being so cautious— after all, he was the one who had decided to come here.

God this was so stupid.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the glass, signaling his presence. You were in the middle of making yourself a cup of tea when you heard a knock on the window. You were confused, and a little creeped out. Who would be knocking this late at night?

Curiosity getting the better of you, you walked towards the window and pulled the blind strings, white lenses widening at the sight of a figure standing on your fire escape. You let out a surprised noise as you saw him. You opened the window as you felt the cold air come in “Red Hood? Why are you here?”

Jason hopped into your apartment, his boots making a soft thud as he landed. He looked around for a moment, taking in the cozy space before focusing his gaze back on you. He shrugged, as if his presence here was no big deal. "Just thought I'd return the favor," he replied.

Your eyes darted around the room, “Er, by how?”

…Shit, he didn’t even think of what to return. Jason cursed under his breath, fuck why didn’t he thought this through?

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to come up with something quickly. “I could uh, keep an eye on you. Make sure no one bothers you.” he says “If I see a shady guy sneaking around your fire escape i’ll shoot em’”

Jason mentally facepalmed at his own words. That was stupid, he thought. You probably didn't need him lurking outside your window like some kind of oversized bodyguard. You looked at your table with your tea set and back to him “Do you want tea?” you invited.

He paused for a moment before nodding slightly, “Yeah.. yeah sounds nice.” he said as he took a seat.

You then remembered he wore a helmet, “Wait— I can just drink in another direction while you…” he takes off his helmet and saw him with a domino mask. He had a white streak on his hair and he looked younger than you expected, about your age actually. “…drink.”

"Yeah," he snorts, unable to hide a hint of amusement in his voice. "I can't exactly drink with a helmet on." You sat in front of him as you poured the warm tea in his cup. He picked up the cup, wrapping his fingers around the warm porcelain. The aroma of tea drifted up towards him, and he took a small sip, relishing the hot liquid as it warmed his chest.

“Are you really here to return the favor?” you asked, looking up at him. “Yeah, I am,” he replied, “I don’t like owing people favors, much less owing one to someone I just met.” he added, "But I also wanted to check on you. Make sure you're alright."

“I’m alright.” you replied “You don’t have to return the favor, you know.” Jason shakes his head "I'm a man of my word," he retorted, "I don't like leaving things unfinished."

He took another sip of his tea, the hot liquid giving him a moment to think. "Besides," he continued, "It's not like I have anything better to do." you raised your brow, “You probably do.” you said as you sipped your tea.

“Well, yeah maybe so. But still.” Jason leaned back slightly in his seat, swirling the tea in his cup as he tried to find the right words. He knew you were right— there was always something for him to do out there on the streets. “I’d rather be here, to be honest,” he darts his eyes away from yours.

You warmly flashed a smile “Sure, you can come over anytime.” he raised his brow, "You sure about that?” he asked, a touch of humor in his voice. "You don't even know my real name."

You hummed “True, but I don’t really have any company.”

Jason studied you for a moment, trying to gauge the sincerity in your words. It was hard for him to believe that someone would be so carefree about inviting a masked vigilante into their home. But there was something genuine in your expression, a loneliness that mirrored his own.

He took another sip of tea, mulling your words over. "What, no boyfriend?” he lets put an amused scoff. Your hand moved across your neck with a bitter expression. He knew that look all too well— the look of someone with a bitter past.

"Bad breakup?" he asked. You sighed as your eyes darted down, “Yeah, it was really messy.” you said, sipping some tea.

He didn't push you for more details, knowing that you would share only as much as you were comfortable with. Instead, he simply nodded, "I can imagine," he said quietly. “It happened two days ago actually, when you sat on my porch injured.”

Jeez, how he felt terrible.

"It was that recent?" he asked and you nodded. Jason felt guilt as he realized the timing of his visit. You had been dealing with a breakup when he had shown up randomly on your doorstep. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Bad timing, I guess." you chuckled “No, it’s fine. I guess it’s better than sulking to myself. I mean it's.. really weird but, hey.”

He let out a soft scoff, his lips curling into a slight smirk. “Yeah, I guess I’m better company than crying alone in the dark.”

Over the next few days, He would find himself returning to your apartment. Even though he was very hesitant at first, he found himself unable to stay away. He tells himself… it was just a matter of returning a favor, but he knew there was more to it than that. Your apartment had become a sort of like haven for him, a place where he could let his guard down and be himself.

Every two nights, he would make his way through the city, cloaked in shadows until he reached your window, slipping through your window without a word and settling on your couch. Each time, he would sit in silence for a few moments, as if checking to see if he was welcome or if you would turn him away. But you always seemed to accept his presence without question, offering him a cup of tea or a light conversation.

Was it stupid and dangerous for the two of you? Yes. Does he still visit you anyway? Yes.

It was another night, and Jason found himself making his way towards your apartment once again. He had gotten used to this routine, this quiet comfort of slipping through your window and finding a place on your couch. As he landed on your fire escape, he took a moment to scan the area, making sure no one had followed him. Satisfied that he was alone, he let himself into your apartment, as usual.

He entered your kitchen in his usual stealthy manner, taking off his helmet and setting it on your table. As he did, he caught sight of you sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone.

You looked up at him, “You’re a day early.” you said. He gave a soft scoff, “Am I not welcome here anymore?” you shook your head, “No, no, no, you are.”

“Good,” he replied, taking a seat on the couch. “You know you shouldn’t treat other randos like this if I’m gone.” you rolled your eyes as you stood from your seat and shuffled in your cabinets, “I know, I’m not dumb.” you replied. "Just making sure,” shrugged, you could tell that he was teasing you a bit. “Wouldn’t want some sketchy guy taking advantage of your kind heart.”

"Oh, shut it,” you retorted, turning to look at him. “I’m not that easy to take advantage of.” Jason let out a huff “Oh really? Seems to me like you're letting me waltz into your home every other night without complaint.”

You let out a huff, trying not to let your frustration show. He had a point… but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction of admitting it.

"That’s different,” you protested. "You’re not some random creep." Jason smirked, enjoying your reaction. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he looked up at you. "But you barely know me," he said, "For all you know, I could be some criminal mastermind, pretending to be a nice guy."

You took a box of macaroni and turned back to him with a glare, “Are you asking to get kicked out?” you don’t actually mean it, but he could be right. Jason knew you weren’t being serious, but the hint of truth in your words made him tense.

"No, I’m not asking to get kicked out,” he assured you, "I’m grateful for your hospitality, honest." You did a smug smile, “That’s what I thought.” you said as you started to cook some macaroni.

He huffed as he leaned back on the couch, watching you work. He couldn’t help but find your confidence amusing.. the way you weren’t afraid to stand up to him or tease him back.

He shifted in his seat, feeling uncomfortable with his own relaxed behavior. He couldn’t quite figure out why he was so at ease around you. Maybe it was the fact that you accepted him without question even though you shouldn’t, or maybe it was something else entirely. He couldn’t quite pin it down.

But.. either way, he admits he enjoys this.

Jason was used to bantering with his siblings, it came naturally to them. Here, it felt lighter. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

His next visit was odd, it was a different visit from the usual. Jason arrived slightly later than usual, a scowl on his face and a heavy air of frustration surrounding him. As he slipped through your window, you could immediately tell something was off. He didn’t offer his usual greeting, and his shoulders were tense, as if he was carrying a weight heavier than usual.

He didn’t even take his helmet off, you can’t help but be worried so you walked over to him, “Are you okay, Hood?” you asked, testing the waters. Jason’s eyes flicked up to look at you as you approached him. Yet he still felt cold.

He let out a scoff, his gaze somewhere else. “I’m fine,” he muttered. You took a cautious step closer to him, your eyes studying him carefully. "Something happened?" you asked quietly, keeping your voice gentle.

Your hand hovered in the air, unsure what to do. You didn’t want to piss him further, you don’t know what he was like when he was angry. He knew that he was giving off an intimidating aura, but part of him couldn’t help but wish you would reach out.

He let out another sigh, trying to reign in his temper. "You don’t have to walk on eggshells around me," he muttered. Okay, well now you felt a little relieved at his words. You weren’t sure how he would react if you pushed further, but you also knew he needed someone to talk to.

You sat in the couch beside him, your hand finally landing on his shoulder. “You know you can talk to me, right?” you said softly. You could feel him tense up slightly, but he didn’t shrug you off.

He let out another sigh, the tension in his body slowly starting to uncoil. “It’s just family stuff,” he admitted, his voice quiet. Your eyes softened as your hand moved to his back, “You wanna talk about it?” you asked. Jason looked at you for a moment, his eyes fixed on your face. The sight of your soft, empathetic expression made his walls crumble slightly, and he found himself nodding.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” he said gruffly, setting his helmet down on the coffee table. He leaned back on the couch, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just family issues, nothing new. My siblings all drive me crazy, and everyone’s got their own drama going on. Can’t seem to catch a break.”

You pulled your legs up on the couch, “Big family?” you asked. He looked over at you, a hint of humor in his eyes. "Have you ever tried dealing with seven stubborn people under one roof?" you softly chuckled with a small smile, “Yeah, I get it.” Jason's lips tugged into a slight smile at your response, "Yeah, I figured you might.”

Your hand left his back, “You want tea?” he nodded. “Yeah, thanks.” It was oddly comforting, how you offered small acts of kindness without asking anything in return. He watched as you placed the tea set on the coffee table, the aroma of the tea starting to fill the room. He found himself strangely at ease, the tension from before slowly seeping away.

“Here you go.” you said as you handed him a cup. Jason accepted the cup of tea from you, his fingers brushing against yours briefly.

You watched as he took a sip, his shoulders relaxing a bit. "Feeling any better?" you asked, your voice gentle. Jason paused for a moment, taking another sip of tea before answering. For him, it was nice to have someone to talk to, someone who didn’t judge him or try to fix his problems.

"Yeah," he replied, "A bit. Talking about it helps, I guess." You softly smiled, “You can always talk to me Hood.”

Jason studied your face, noticing the way your soft smile and kind eyes almost made him want to spill all his deepest secrets. He couldn’t quite pin it down, but there was something about you that made him feel comfortable. Like he could trust you with his thoughts and feelings.

As he took another sip of tea, he found himself questioning whether he should reveal his real identity. It would certainly make things easier if you knew his real name… He placed the empty cup on the table, his mind still conflicted. It was a big step, revealing his identity to you. But something inside him urged him to take the risk.

“Jason’s fine.” he mumbles. You looked up at him with a curious glance, “What?”

"Forget the whole Red Hood thing,” he repeated, his voice a bit more clear this time. “You can just call me Jason.” You were stunned for a moment, you didn’t expect him to tell his name so soon— or at all for that matter. Jason could hear his own heartbeat in his chest as he waited for your reaction. Finally, you broke the silence “Then.. you can always talk to me, Jason.”

"Thanks," he replied quietly, the words holding a weight he couldn’t quite explain. "Really."

Over the next several weeks, Jason continued to find himself seeking out your company, the comfort of your presence soothing his troubled mind. Every time he dropped by, he found himself slowly letting down more and more of his walls. The rough exterior he wore like a protective suit was slowly replaced with a softer, more vulnerable one.

In all his years of being Red Hood, of being a vigilante, he had never allowed himself to get close to someone in that way.

But as he spent more time with you, he found himself slowly questioning that belief. The more he got to know you, the more he realized that maybe he was wrong. Maybe love wasn’t a weakness, but a strength. Maybe it was something that could actually make him feel alive for once.

Jason avoided the idea of love, convinced that it was something to be feared and avoided. He had witnessed the pain and heartbreak it could cause, both in his own life and in the lives of others.

And yet, as he got to know you better and better, he found himself gradually starting to question this belief. Your presence had begun to erode the walls he had built around his heart, revealing a vulnerable side of him that he had long thought dead.

He felt his hard stone heart soften around yours.

You opened the blinds on your window, looking at the snow up ahead. “I wonder when spring will come.” you commented. He leaned back in the couch, stretching out his legs in front of him. "Spring can't come soon enough," he muttered, his voice slightly gruff but lacking its usual edge. "I'm getting tired of freezing my ass off every night."

“Well, it’s already the start of the year.” you said.

Jason let out a scoff, his eyes drifting towards the calendar on your wall. Sure enough, the first month of the year was already marked off. "Yeah, and spring is like three months away," he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "That's still a long way to go."

You sighed, “Right.” you said as you closed the blinds. Jason watched as you closed the blinds, shutting out the snowy landscape outside. The room seemed oddly devoid of color without the light filtering through the glass. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "At least the days are getting longer again," he pointed out, a hint of optimism in his voice. "The nights will get shorter eventually."

"Yeah, that's true," you agreed, "Soon we'll be complaining about how it's too hot instead of too cold."

"Yeah, and then we'll be wishing for winter again," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Never satisfied, are we?" You then remembered something, “Oh, by the way— look what I got for Christmas.” you pulled a box and opened the lead to reveal the record player. "A record player, huh?" he said, a "Who gave you that?"

“My dad,” you replied, “my mom gave me vinyls too.” you smiled as you pulled out a few of them. He leaned closer, peering at the titles you had pulled out. "Let me see..." he said, reaching out to take one of the records from your hand.

You handed him the record, and Jason carefully examined the album cover, running his fingers over the worn edges. He let out a soft scoff as he saw the cover. "Aerosmith, huh?" He said, ”I see your parents have good taste."

You chuckled at his comment, a smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, my dad's a big fan," you replied. "He's always saying that '70s and '80s rock is the best music." you took out some jazz records, “There's these too.”

"Jazz? Your parents really know what they're doing. Good taste in music, that's for sure." he said. You smiled, “I didn’t take you for a jazz guy.”

"There's a lot you don't know about me," he scoffs, his eyes flickering back to you. You took the record from his hands, “Do you want me to play it?” you asked.

“Go for it.” he replied.

You crouched as you carefully placed the record on the turntable, setting the needle gently down. The soft crackle of the vinyl filled the room before the smooth, melodious sounds of the jazz instrumental began to play. You stood back up and looked at him, “What do you think?” Jason listened to the music, a thoughtful expression on his face as he soaked in the mellow tones. "It's nice," he replied.

Your expression softens, “My parents loved dancing to this, I’m glad they gave it to me.” Jason looks at your expression, "You must have a lot of good memories with them.”

"I remember watching them dance to this in the living room. They were so in sync back then, like they were made for each other." Jason listens to your words and pauses for a bit, he then stands up. “Do you want to dance?”

You sheepishly smiled “Oh— no I’m good I don’t know how to dance.” Jason extends his hand, "Dancing isn't exactly rocket science, you know," he said. "I'm sure I can teach you a thing or two. I’ll take the lead.”

He wasn’t lying, he had a lot of experiences dancing in Bruce’s Galas. "C'mon," he extends his hand further, "It's easy, trust me. I've had plenty of practice." You were complementing to take his hand or not, you then gave up as you took his hand.

Jason smiled as you placed your hand in his. He gently pulled you closer to him, his other hand finding its way to your waist. "Just follow my lead," he instructed, his eyes darting to you.

The music continued to play in the background as Jason slowly began to move, his feet guiding you through the steps. He kept his grip on your waist light but firm, his body slightly brushing against yours with each step. “Like this?” you asked sheepishly. Jason nodded, "Yeah, just like that, doll.”

He moved a bit closer to you, adjusting the position of your other arm.

You huffed, “Last time I did this was like.. high school prom.” Jason huffs, finding your comment amusing. He twirled you around slightly, the movement fluid and elegant. "I'm honored that you're dancing with me instead of some prep school kid.” You stumbled slightly at the unexpected twirl, laughing as you clutched onto him for balance. "I think I prefer dancing with you over some sweaty teenager.”

He huffs, "And why's that?"

“Because I like you.” you simply said.

His heart lurched in his chest at your words, your casual confession sending a flutter through his entire body. "You do, huh?" he asked quietly. “Why would I lie?” you answered. Jason let out a huff, his expression softening as he looked at you. "I don’t know, people lie all the time,” he said, as he looked down. His grip on you grew firmer, his hand on your waist pulling you closer. "But you sound sincere enough."

The air between you felt thick, the music now almost background noise. Jason's eyes were locked with yours, his expression unreadable yet somehow more open than you'd ever seen before. He took a step closer, his chest now touching yours as he gently continued to move you both in time with the music.

Your head then moved to lean on his chest. He held you close, his heartbeat steady and strong under your touch. Slowly, he leaned his head down, his chin resting on the top of your head. It was a vulnerable gesture, one that somehow felt more intimate than the dancing.

The only sound in the room was the steady thump of his heart against your ear and the soft, soothing tones of the instrumentals.

This was love. The feeling of your body against his, the way you leaned on him so trustingly, the sound of his heartbeat in your ears. It all felt so... right. He held you close, his arms encircling your frame as he continued to move with you to the music, his heart full and conflicted.

But there was fear there too. Fear of losing this, of losing you. The thought of something happening to you, of losing this quiet moment filled him with dread. The final notes of the song faded, leaving the room in a silent, intimate embrace.

Jason continued to hold you against his chest, his chin still resting on the top of your head. He didn’t want to let go, his arms around you not loosening even slightly.

He swallowed hard, his voice a low murmur as he broke the silence. "You're a good dancer." you hummed against his chest, “Mm, thanks.” you responded.

🌊 part 2. please like and reblog!!

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when you wanna continue writing but you have a debate (++ research) to do…. 😔

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i am so embarrassed ….zz how do u talk to people… especially mutuals….. 🤒

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CAN YOU GUYS JUST IMAGINE THIS VIDEO AS MSBY 4 OR ADLERS I CANT DO THIS

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SO DIM THAT SPOTLIGHT…

for, M— maisie, or maybe even miya osamu; my twin, my superstar, and my biggest blessing.

inarizaki doesn’t need memories, nor do they need to rely on their team manager; everything that matters happens in the court anyways. but, the week you’ve disappeared from practice— they can’t help but find themselves missing you.

fem!reader, atsumu kinda clingy, writeen on 0 hours of sleep, sum1 MIGHT be ooc… AESPA FANS RISE

inarizaki doesn’t need their team manager. they’re very adamant on their independence, especially atsumu. sure, it’s nice to be coddled after a long day of volleyball, but it’s merely a bonus! they don’t rely on you, definitely…

“where’s s/o?” atsumu frowns, looking across the gym for you. “coach said she had a family emergency…” kita says, a hint of worry in his voice. osamu tilted his head in worry. “family emergency? is something wrong?”

kita sighs. “coach didn’t give any further details.” to this, atsumu whined. “whaat?! is she okay?!” he yelled out, going on a path that goes nowhere. “he just said he didn’t get any further details…” suna deadpans.

“well, we shouldn’t dwell on it right now. next week is the inarizaki winter festival… we’ve been instructed to create a promotional video with our most flashy moves as to get more people to support us during nationals.” kita explains.

atsumu rolls his eyes, hearing what a ridiculous idea it was. “setting up a video… we already have a crowd full of fans… we should be practicing…” he mumbles, not that anyone in particular cares to comment on.

“right… well, i think we should shoot atsumu’s shots first since he’s is the most popular after all” kita says, preparing the camera while ginjima had set up the tripod. “just… do a strong spike serve, okay?” he instructs as atsumu bounces the ball, preparing for his shot.

atsumu takes a deep breath, preparing for his shot; the look on his face so serious, you’d think he was in an official match. he throws the ball into the air…

before miserably missing the shot.

the silence in the gym so thick, you could cut it with a knife. until osamu broke the tension with roaring laughter. “hah! what happened to being so perfect all the time?!” osamu points at him, laughing like a middle school bully. “shut your trap! i was just thinking ‘bout somethin’!” atsumu yells back, angrily marching to retrieve his ball. “thinkin’ ‘bout what?! about how ‘ya can’t even serve properly cause your dear s/o is gone?!” osamu scoffs, not particularly set on admitting how much he’ll miss your presence this week. still, he doesn’t have much time to think about that before atsumu steers straight into osamu’s path. “you..!” atsumu huffs, grabbing osamu by his shirt collar and wrestling him.

omimi runs in between the two of them, trying to break the fight as suna records the two, turning to kita. “maybe this’ll make good promotional content, everyone loves to see these two fight...” and in response, kita can only sigh at suna’s nonchalant attitude, pressing a palm to both of the boys’ chests. “fighting won’t do anything. stop it, please.” he says, unknowingly placing a somewhat hostile tone in his words, scaring the twins into backing off of each other.

despite whatever complaints the team had, the week passed by fairly quickly and soon enough, it was the inarizaki winter festival. there were snack carts, game booths, and of course, on one of the main screens, starred the boy’s volleyball team promotional video. and, exactly as kita said, it persuaded many girls to come support the team by the time nationals starts.

as the miyas inattentively chatted with the girls carrying fans with their names on it, both their eyes roamed the festival for an excuse to leave— when the stage announced a name they were all too familiar with.

“when is s/o returning? it’s already been a week, and she hasn’t returned, much less answer any of our calls…” kita asks, clearly worried for your wellbeing. coach kurosu can’t help but let out a slight smile, waving off the boy’s concerns. “she’s fine. in fact…” he trails off, turning to the stage.

confused, kita furrows his brow, and follows his gaze as to what he could mean.

“and, without further ado..! s/o from class 3-4, performing a solo cover of supernova by aespa!”

even from how scattered they were across the fair, they all froze, looking for each other as if to silently ask ‘is this real..?’. the lights slowly flashed onto you, as you sang the lyrics in what they could only think would be recognizable korean. hell, even if it was absolute nonsense, you’d still sound amazing.

your distinct and sharp dance moves were complimented by the cropped black tee and the baggy jeans you wore, making you look absolutely graceful as you danced. even the very fact that you were able to wear those kinds of clothes in the middle of december was commendable enough.

sparklers popped from the edges of the stage, as if you were at your very own solo concert, the lights dimmed to from white, to purple, to blue, as confetti streamed down. and when it came to an end, the audience roared in cheer.

you waved to everyone and bowed respectfully before running off the stage. the entire team was more than shocked to see that, ‘family emergency’, as if! almost every single one of then dropped what they had been previously doing and ran to the back of the stage, ready to praise you.

“s/o, that was incredible!” atsumu yelled, giving you a big hug before yelling at you. “why’dya leave us for a week?!” he huffed. “ahaha… practice, of course! coach had to cover for me…” you giggled, shivering a bit from how cold the snow was. “you… don’t wear revealing clothes in winter, you’ll catch a cold…” osamu sighed, wrapping his tracksuit around you.

kita went over to you, observing your condition. “i’m glad you’re well, s/o. i was starting to get worried when you wouldn’t answer our calls. your performance was amazing.” he smiled. aran agreed, greeting you with a soft slap on your back. “you did great! the way you did this..! and then suddenly you..!” he fumbles, imitating your dance moves.

it seems he’s exhilarated just by watching you perform…

and finally, suna makes it over to the backstage, giving you a thumbs up and a smile. “you did great. i only recorded halfway…” he says disappointedly, looking over the clip he took. “pfft, that’s okay, suna…” you shrug. “i’m really glad to be back with you guys, though” you smile contentedly.

aran glared at you as if you dishonored his family, “what are you even talking about?! with moves like that, you shouldn’t be stuck being a volleyball team manager; you’ve gotta become an idol! in front of millions!” he encourages you, before atsumu argues back. “haah?! like hell! she’s gotta stay here with us!”

“it’s her life, she should have control over what she does in life.” kita says, in an attempt to mediate. sadly, his attempt falls on deaf ears as the two argue like a married couple bickering on their child’s future.

you laugh, missing the chaos in your life. “hahah… i don’t think i’m gonna perform again anytime soon… it was terrifying, not to mention— so much effort. for now, i guess i’m stuck here with you guys…”

that wouldn’t be a problem though. not when it’s you.

inarizaki doesn’t need the memories. cherishing the present is much better anyways. but, maybe it is pretty nice to have a team manager. especially when they’re as talented as you.

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just finished the dumpster battle, i think im gonna have to go on hiatus /j

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That’s So True Masterlist

Hihi!! This is my first smau so if it’s super bad i’m sorry! I’m using a song i’m obsessed and a man i’m obsessed with to make this fic/smau. Hope you enjoy!

SUMMARY: Atsumu was your first boyfriend back in high school, and yeah, you guys ended very messily with you calling it off because of his attitude and him getting with another girl only two weeks later. Now, years later, him and his girlfriend were still going strong while you were choosing yourself and starting a small bakery next door to a certain someone’s onigiri shop.

PROFILES - Think about your dumb face all the time

y/n and her warriors

Volleyball(S)

CHAPTERS - oh I bet you think she's so cool :

Oh, I know, I know fuck off - Chapter 1

Smiling through it all now that’s my life! - Chapter 2

Taglist(5/25): @iluv-ace, @frootloopscos, @hanatsuki-hime, @tailsoflightning, @w2mini

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lowk wanna write more inarizaki manager stories hsidhdkbd i love them sm guys

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fake dating troupe with atsumu miya…. hell yeah

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been thinking of mmj x hq recently… UGDJUR I LOVE MY GIRLS

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CHAPTER 2 . eyes off you

warnings . kys joke, swearing, kageyama and his mother having a distant relationship 😔

also your mother is adressed as L/N (your last name) because thats yo mother… why do i have to give her a name /lh

╰ You immediately put your phone on ‘do not disturb’ as a distressed sigh leaves your lips, you feel pathetic for not being able to explain your problem to them, but at the same time, you don’t want to burden them with your issues. It’s probably for the better to keep it to yourself and make up a dumb lie.

but how long are you willing to play it off?

It was already evening when Yachi dropped you off. Damn, how long did we hang out? Like they always say, time passes by faster when you’re having fun.

The night was incredibly therapeutic, with the chilly breeze sending delightful shivers down your spine. There's nothing quite like the feeling of being back home after being away for so long.

Miyagi still exuded the familiar ambiance, evoking a flood of memories that whirled through the mind like a Ferris wheel. A profound sense of nostalgia washes over, reminding me of the carefree days of childhood, devoid of adult responsibilities like taxes.

As you walk through the streets of your neighborhood with your suitcase rolling its wheels, you can't help but reminisce about the nostalgic moments you experienced as a kid.

The playground, the kindergarten, and the— what the hell happened to the public bathhouse? you know what, screw that.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you thought about your sweetest memories, although thinking too deep through them led you to remember a certain someone.

Kageyama Tobio, your favorite playmate. Multiple questions start to form on your mind, is he doing okay? how is he nowadays? was Yachi legit about him missing you?

Okay scrap that last question, he’s definitely wayyy too busy to think about you right now, ouch.

Kageyama is a professional athlete, and currently playing for an amazing and talented team, heck! he even has fangirls! You can’t help but be envious yet be proud with how his life is going right now.

You’ve only watched a few of his matches back in the states on TV whenever you had the time, which was rarely, not that you actually had time to do shit.

It scares you how much stuff has changed in such a short period, it only felt like yesterday when Kageyama was whining about not wanting to eat broccoli when he was a kid, or when you were cheering so embarrassingly loud for him on their match with Inarizaki back in high school.

“[name]?”

You definitely looked stupid looking up at the sky while reminiscing your past, shit, how long were you like this while walking again?

The voice that called out to you gladly snaps you away from your thoughts, thank god, you might’ve been walking the wrong way the whole time while you were staring blankly at the night sky, but also oh no.

Speak of the devil, it was Kageyama.

You couldn’t help but stare at him in admiration as you gulped awkwardly, he was much taller than he was back in high school, his bangs looked hilarious but also adorable, his muscles were toned, and— WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, as if Yachi didn’t inform you already about it but you felt responsible to form a conversation at some point.

“I’m here for vacation for my family, and Hinata is also here but he went home already,” Kageyama replied, you didn’t realize on how much you’ve missed that unchanging expression of his.

“and here I thought you were busy being a big shot olympic player,” You teased as you smirked softly.

Kageyama simply shrugged in response, his piercing gaze drifting over your figure. His observant eyes didn't fail to notice how much weight you had lost since he last saw you. Have you been eating lately? Concern furrowed his eyebrows as he wondered silently whether you had been eating properly. However, he decided against pointing it out.

Aside from that though, you’ve become much more… gorgeous when he last saw you, not that he would admit that, especially when you’re currently in front of him.

How much time has passed since he last gazed upon the way your hair delicately framed your face, or witnessed the sparkle in your eyes as you playfully teased him, or heard the sound of your laughter echoing like a beautiful melody in his ears?

Oh god he missed you so much.

But he can’t bring himself to say or admit that, not when you’re a soon-to-be-wed.

“… I could ask you the same thing, what are you doing all the way back here?” It was Kageyama’s turn to ask now, as he crossed his arms and gave you a confused expression.

You were about to answer until you saw both Kageyama’s and your mother in the far distance, walking together as they both held shopping bags, oh god, why at this hour out of all times?!

The man with dark hair couldn’t help but notice the sudden visible panic in your expression as his eyes followed where yours were looking.

“Tobio hold on- cover for me!” You exclaimed as you looked around the area for an idea as Kageyama just looked at you confused, what exactly was the problem here right now?

A large cardboard box placed near the street you guys were currently on gets your attention, it looked like a package for the range stove that was printed onto it for display of the product. An Idea pops up on your mind like a light bulb.

You approached the box and lifted it up, Kageyama continues to question what the hell you were doing until you unexpectedly hid yourself under the box.

“….What are you doing?” Kageyama asks from outside the box as you ‘shhh’ him.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m hiding! just act like you never saw me!” You explained.

The setter just stood there in confusion but just lets out a sigh in defeat, he knew you wouldn’t want to explain right now, especially not when you’re panicking.

Kageyama immediately puts on the act when he notices both of their mothers getting nearer, it didn’t take long for his mother to notice him first and call out to him.

“Ah, Tobio! I’m glad you’re back,” his mother enthusiastically said as she approached him for an embrace.

“Hello mom and Aunt L/N,” he greeted politely. He was rehearsing that mentally.

His mother pulls away from, a smile gracing her lips as she ruffles the hair of her son, “How was your hangout with Hinata? I heard you ran up to L/N on the way too.”

“It went well, Aunt L/N just gave me [Name]’s wedding invitation,” Kageyama replied, you on the other hand, who was still on the box, panicked at the mention of your wedding, shit so he knew about that but decides not to bring it up? great.

“eh? who’s suitcase is this in the middle of the road?” You suddenly heard your mom ask about your luggage, how could you forget about that?!

“…O-oh uh, It’s mine actually” Thats probably the worst excuse you’ve heard from him.

"Didn't you bring all your luggage into the house already?" his mother asked. Kageyama internally panicked, scrambling to come up with any excuse his volleyball-focused mind could muster.

“I- uh, forgot about it, the taxi drove it back here when I called…” You facepalmed at his excuse.

“Oh geez! here get it, you should take better care of it,” Your mom says as she brings the suitcase to him, she actually believes that?

“Tobio, did you eat the beans I sent you? did you eat everything?” You heard your mother suddenly asked as Kageyama just nods awkwardly. She took care of him for years and still doesn’t know what food he doesn’t eat?

“Uh- yeah, I shared some with my teammates,” Liar, we all know you don't like beans.

“At least you’re eating, continue a healthy lifestyle okay? I’ll go now since I still have to cook dinner, see you guys tomorrow!” Your mother says as she took her leave. You envied how concerned she was for Kageyama more than she ever was with you.

“We should go now too, its getting late, I’ll walk with you,” His mother insisted but he shakes his head, “No it’s fine, I’ll walk alone, I still have something to do.”

“Are you sure I can go with you–“

“It’s fine, really. You can go first.” Kageyama cuts her off as she gets slightly taken aback.

“Alright…. I’ll be going now too,” his mother replies, a hint of hesitation in her voice as she took her leave.

You waited for a few minutes before speaking up, “are they gone now?” you asked from the inside, but got no reply as you grunted in annoyance, “fine then, I’ll get out now!”

You attempted to push the box in order to get out, keyword: attempted.

Kageyama was leaning onto the box, as if he was prohibiting you from getting out, this damn bastard!

“Tobio let me out!” You said, still trying to push the box but he was still strong as ever, what can you expect from an olympic athlete.

“So, why are you hiding from your mother?” he asks.

“Let me out! its so stuffy in here!” you avoided the question, continuing to struggle inside the box.

“did you get in trouble? it’s just… strange, I thought you were supposed to be in the U.S, especially since you were about to be married there.”

As his questions hit you, you paused for a moment, feeling a surge of guilt washing over you as you clenched your teeth.

“I have my own ways of getting out…” You mutter as you suddenly tore out the box for an opening, it was slightly worn out anyways so it was easier to tear it apart.

Kageyama grunts as he gets startled when your foot suddenly pushes the box, tearing it in result, “You tore the box?”

“I can tear you apart too,” You sighed as you stood up and looked at him with an annoyed expression.

“Is that a way to talk to your savior?” The setter replies.

“Savior? you were about to suffocate me in that damn box!“ You scoffed.

The atmosphere is suddenly filled with a heavy silence. You find yourself staring at the ground, avoiding eye contact, feeling the weight of the air around both of you. Kageyama could feel his knees weaken at your sight.

You who always had her head up even in difficult times like these, you who always had something to say like the talkative person you were, You who always acted so strong and mighty— was currently standing right there feeling small and lost.

He lets out a sigh before asking, “So you did get in trouble… what happened to your engagement?” his straight forward question cuts off the silence, he couldn’t fail to notice how your body stiffened at the question.

“I–“

The words you intend to speak become lodged in your throat, creating an uneasy sensation in the pit of your stomach. It feels as though you've been struck by a truck, overwhelmed by the intensity of your current anxiety.

You muster up the courage to admit it as the problem finally slips out of your lips.

“… I called it off.”

Oh.

Oh.

You suddenly felt uneasy with the silence, why wasn’t he saying anything?

That was until you finally looked up and saw how wide his eyes were.

He wasn’t looking at you though.

It was from behind you.

“…Aunt L/N and mom?” you felt your mouth get dry as he calls out the figures behind you.

Oh fuck.

You turn around, hoping that bastard was just joking as usual, but he wasn’t this time.

Your mother stares at you with wide eyes, and mouth agape. She was holding a plastic bag filled with fresh red apples, seems like she was supposed to hand that to Kageyama.

The plastic bag that she was supposedly about to give to Kageyama suddenly slips out from her hold as her eyes widen, mouth agape at the sight of your figure.

“… H-hey” You waved awkwardly as you gulped nervously, you could’ve sworn you saw the pearly gates right now.

“[name].” Your mother calls out, sending shivers down your spine.

“… did I hear that correctly?”

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NOTES ˎˊ˗ AHHHHH Im so sorry for the very late and lack of uploads nowadays!! ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა I promised I would post chapter 2 sooner but I got caught up with school works and exhaustion 😭

Sorry if today’s chapter felt short, I wanna story tell everything one by one, so it dosen’t feel like I just squished it up, one step at a time ! >ᴗ<

Yet again, thank you so much for your support for my writings!! I’m really glad since i never really expected it to get some readers, it really makes me happy seeing your reblogs🥹🫶🫶

During their foodtrip, Yachi didn't bring up any questions about [name] suddenly coming back, hence why she didn’t know about [name] permanently staying in, she just assumed you wanted a vacation😭😭

Also no, the gang does not know [name] is married, only the mothers know and Kageyama and Hinata now too I guess😭😭

Tsukishima, yachi, and yamaguchi also live in Miyagi, maybe it would be nice to take note of that too 👀

the elephant in the room has finally been called off!! but is that really only [name]’s problem??

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hi guys dw im still alive and currently writing chap 2 for love next door IM SO SORRYY FOR BEING SO SLOWW 😭😭😭 pls bear with me im trying i swear😔😔🙏🙏🙏💔💔

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finally writing chapter 2 of love next door les goo #lazyass

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why cant we add more than 10 phtoso in mobile tumblr bro I HATE THIS

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INARIZAKI 5 . the better setter (SMAU)

NOTES ˎˊ˗ I’ve always wondered about the female vb teams in haikyuu, they need more screentime omg😓😓

[name] and her team are good friends with the male inarizaki vb team (except atsumu)! sometime scheduling joint matches GRIHRJRH

one sided rivalry with atsumu and [name] LMAAO unbothered queen

will update love next door soon!! i just have sm ideas rn that i wanna let out first before continuing the series, im saur sorry for da wait guys😓😓

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THIS SIS SO FUCKING FUNNY I DIDNT EXPECT KSI STOPPP

being kenma's streamer rival notes streamer!au , u guys are famous , enemies to lovers ofc 🤞

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bye i wrote this cos i was bored and why is using twi note such a hassle omg

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do we fw haikyuu x pjsk!reader like i have so many ideas rn esp n25 members…