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cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.

​;; boyfriend!hinata tracking the exact angle of the afternoon sun hitting your bedroom bed just so he can drag the mattress straight onto the floor, pulling you down into the warm patch of light with him like a giant, golden lizard. he’ll tangle his legs with yours, bury his face in your hair, and just sigh against your skin until the sun goes down, completely content to waste a whole training day if it means absorbing your warmth.

​;; boyfriend!hinata having this incredibly specific habit of testing his finger calluses against the softest parts of your skin. you’ll be sitting at the kitchen island and he’ll come up behind you, his hands—rough and hardened from years of slamming against volleyballs—tracing the sensitive curve of your inner wrist or the skin just under your jaw. he does it so gently, a contrast that makes your stomach flip because he knows exactly how much power those hands hold, yet they’re entirely soft for you.

​;; boyfriend!hinata speaking to you in a sleepy, unbothered mix of japanese and portuguese when he’s waking up. his voice is a full octave lower in the mornings, a raspy, thick murmur against your bare shoulder as he pulls you flush against his chest. he’ll call you ‘minha vida’ while sleepily biting at your shoulder blade, his grip tightening around your waist.

​;; boyfriend!hinata being completely obsessed with laundry day, specifically because he loves the routine of it. you’ll find him sitting on the floor surrounded by clean sheets, casually tossing one of his oversized practice jerseys over your head while you’re walking past. he loves seeing you swallowd whole by his clothes, especially when he catches you later sniffing the collar because it smells like his citrus deodorant. he’ll just smirk, pull you by the hem of the shirt onto his lap, and whisper something terribly cocky about how good you look wearing his name.

​;; boyfriend!hinata using his insane athletic reflexes for the absolute dumbest, most affectionate things. if you trip over a rug, he catches you by the waist, spins you in the air, and presses you flat against the nearest wall, laughing that bright, breathless laugh of his. his face will be inches from yours, his chest heaving slightly, his eyes dropping to your lips with a sudden, heavy intensity that reminds you he isn’t a kid anymore.

​;; boyfriend!hinata taking care of your skin after a long day at the beach. he gets so meticulous about it, making you sit between his knees while he carefully rubs cooling aloe or coconut lotion into your shoulders. his thumb will track the line of your tan lines, his touch slowing down, growing heavier and more deliberate until the room feels a little too warm, his breath fanning hot against the back of your neck as he whispers praises about how beautiful your body looks under the sun.

​;; boyfriend!hinata’s absolute favorite way to tease you during his off-season. he’ll be sitting on the sofa playing a game on his phone, and he’ll casually pull you down so you’re straddling his lap, using you as a literal armrest. he acts completely nonchalant, talking to you normally while his large hands slide under the hem of your shorts, his thumbs tracing lazy circles on your thighs. he won’t even look up from his screen, but the hot, possessive squeeze he gives your hip every time you try to move away lets you know exactly where his attention really is.

;; boyfriend!hinata being completely incapable of keeping his hands to himself the second you step foot onto a crowded bus. he’ll pull you into the small space between his chest and the door, shielding you from the crowd with his broad shoulders while the bus sways. with one hand gripping the overhead strap, his free hand slides down to cup the back of your thigh, his fingers squeezing firmly through your pants. he’ll lean down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he murmurs—low and raspy over the roar of the engine—about how good you smell, completely intoxicated by the mix of your perfume and the heat of the afternoon.

;; boyfriend!hinata turning a simple evening walk along the secluded edge of the beach into something entirely different. he’ll drag you into the shadow of a dark lifeguard tower, pinning your lower back against the cool wooden stilts. while the sound of the crashing waves hides your gasps, he’ll bury his face entirely in the crook of your neck, inhaling you like he’s starving. his hands will slide under your top, his rough palms dragging hot over your ribs, and he’ll growl softly against your skin about how he can taste the salt on you, demanding you tell him how much you love him before he kisses you again without even letting you catch your breath.

;; boyfriend!hinata using his knowledge of launguages on dirty talking to completely break your brain when you’re in bed. he’s so loud and unbothered normally, but in the dark, his praise becomes this heavy, suffocating thing. he’ll pin your wrists above your head with just one hand, hovering over you with those dark, hyper-focused eyes, and he’ll praise you for every little sound you make. “sim, precisely like that, look at how well you’re taking me,” he’ll mutter in a breathless rush of portuguese and japanese, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper against your lips as he tells you how beautiful you look when you’re completely undone for him.

;; boyfriend!hinata’s feral habit of scent-marking you right before he leaves for an away tournament. he’ll trap you on the bed, his heavy body pinning yours down as he spends an entire hour just rubbing his jaw along your collarbone, biting gently at your shoulder blades, and leaving hot, wet kisses along your pulse point until you smell completely like him. if you try to squirm, he’ll just tighten his grip, his thighs locking yours in place, whispering praises about how good of a girl you are for letting him take his time with you.

;; boyfriend!hinata taking a massive risk at a crowded post-match afterparty. he’ll pull you into a dimly lit hallway just around the corner from the main room where his teammates are laughing loudly. he’ll press you against the wall, lifting you up by your thighs so your legs are wrapped around his waist. you can hear the bass thumping through the wall and people walking past the entrance, but hinata just smirks, his thumb wiping a tear of overstimulation from your cheek as he whispers, “shh, be quiet, you don’t wanna let them hear how good i make you feel. right, minha vida?”

;; boyfriend!hinata tracking your cycle or just knowing when your body temperature runs hot, entirely driven by his sense of smell. he’ll walk into the apartment after a grueling six-hour practice, drop his gear bag on the floor, and immediately track you down to wherever you’re sitting. before you can even say welcome home, he’s gently parting your thighs on the chair, burying his face directly into the heat of the soft dip of your inner thigh through your underwear. he’ll take a long, dragging inhale of your scent, his pupils completely blown as he groans against your bare skin, his large hands reaching under your top to grip your waist hard enough to leave faint marks, telling you exactly how ruined the bed is about to be.

;; boyfriend!hinata taking advantage of a completely empty, sun-drenched locker room after everyone else has left the training facility. he’ll lock the heavy door from the inside, trap you against the cold metal of his locker, and pull your shorts down to your knees in one rough, impatient motion. with the distinct smell of fresh sweat, laundry detergent, and leather volleyballs filling the air, he’ll lift your leg over his hip and drive into you right there, the sudden, thick friction making you scream into his shoulder. he’ll instantly choke off your voice with a wet, bruising kiss, his hips slamming into yours with that terrifying, rhythmic endurance while he mutters breathless, filthiest praises into your mouth—“take it all, look at how tight you are for me. you like that everyone's right outside, huh, sweetheart?” he’ll grab your face, forcing you to look at him, “look at me while i fuck you senseless, meu amor.”

n: everyone on discord kept distracting me. but i did get their opinions on this one. it was my twin’s idea for the scent marking, shout ot freaky twin.

guys join the discord, i want 67 members

© showhay — don’t copy, repost, or translate without my permission. do not use/feed my works to AI.

your anatomy exam is coming up, and you’ve been studying like your career depends on it (spoiler alert: it does), but you’ve been going batshit crazy just staring at your notes. so what better way to get off the books than to hang out with your boyfriend? 

“yes,” you reply, placing ‘pectoralis major’ on his chest. “it wouldn’t work the same if you had a shirt on. active recall, visual learning, and such.” “right,” he mutters, brow furrowed as he watches you. “so…?” “so, flex your deltoid,” you demand. “c’mon, haji. this is important.” he flexes his shoulder obediently, looking away as you stick another label on his body. 

you’re kind of surprised hajime agreed to this in the first place; though honestly, you really didn’t give him much of an explanation, simply texting him, “come to my dorm @ 10pm,” with no further instructions. you laughed when he called at 9:42 saying he was at the building, having to hold it in as you led your bright-eyed boyfriend into your room.

“you will be to blame if i don’t pass this,” you tell him, revelling in the slight twitch of his body as you slide a finger over his skin to pat down the adhesive. “right. can’t have that,” he says under his breath. you snicker. despite his reluctance, he’s not angry. maybe just disappointed. you’re not worried, though. he’d get what he came for soon enough.

sneaking a glance at him, you quickly scribble ‘teres minor’ on another scrap of tape. hajime’s ears are bright red, but his bottom lip is pursed up and his jaw is tight. tell-tale signs of his enjoyment. 

“i know you’re a little embarrassed, but i need you to lift your arm up for me,” you tell him sweetly, tape hanging from your fingertips. hajime lets out a flustered grumble in reply, dim light highlighting hard planes of muscle as he accedes. 

“it’s kind of itchy,” he says, after a moment. “well, it’s tape,” you answer matter-of-factly, pasting ‘frontalis’ on his forehead, then look at him doubtfully. “also, you need to stop scowling. you look cute when you’re not scowling.” “‘m not scowling,” hajime says under his breath, but his eyebrows relax immediately. you bite the inside of your cheek. cute.

another couple minutes pass by as you continue to stick labels on him, humming a tune while you treat your poor boyfriend like a whiteboard. 

“...how long will this take?” hajime asks, stiffly, two pieces of tape hanging off the hollows of his cheekbones. you stretch out, making a big show of checking the clock on the wall. it’s almost midnight. “i’m basically done,” you reply. “i’m not going over the accessory muscles.” 

hajime tilts his head, narrowing his eyes knowingly at you. “yeah, just wanna know, so i’m not peeling gemellus inferior out of my butt tomorrow,” he remarks wryly. you mirror his expression, enthused. “hah. i forgot you know this already.” 

hajime pinches your inner thigh playfully. it doesn’t hurt—he could never hurt you—but you yelp anyway, more tickled than anything. “hey, i’m pretty smart, you know,” he reminds you, smoothing over the subtle sting with a callused thumb. 

you scoot over towards him, running your hand down the label reading ‘rectus femoris.’ “i know you’re pretty smart,” you say, gaze locked on his, “otherwise i wouldn’t allow you to be sitting shirtless on my floor.” you pull, and the screech of tape being taken off skin is the only sound in the room for a second.

the sudden dilation of his pupils makes you laugh through your nose. “oh, that’s all,” hajime says lightly, body hot under your touch. “because i’m smart.” “and muscular,” you add, leaning over him as he sits back on his forearms, watching you intently. “mm, that’s part of it?” he asks, voice just breathless enough to make your stomach tighten.

“yeah,” you murmur, hooking a fingernail under ‘external oblique.’ your eyes drop to his bare chest, then drag back up to his face as you smile. “do you take a makeout session as gratuity for your model work?” 

hajime swallows, his jaw fluttering. a blush blooms over his cheeks and he rolls his eyes. “that’s what i thought you called me here for,”  he mumbles, warm hand coming up to rest on the curve of your lower back as you giggle. “c’mere.”

he peppers your face with soft kisses, leaving wet marks. your laughter fills the small room when you feel something sticky on your cheek. 

“haji, i can’t take you serious with that stuff on your face!” “take it off, then!”

​iwaizumi was looking for his water bottle in the clubroom after a grueling three-hour practice. the gym was quiet, the rest of the team already in the showers, when he heard your voice through the open window of the adjacent equipment shed. you were talking to one of the first-year managers.

​“i don’t know, i just like guys who are dependable. like… someone who works hard without bragging about it.”

​“like iwaizumi-senpai?” the manager asked.

​“yeah,” you murmured softly. “exactly like him. he’s really reliable. and his arms are… well, you know.”

​outside, iwaizumi completely short-circuited. he dropped his gym bag with a loud, echoing clatter against the concrete porch. his dark eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open, and his face instantly turned a violent, agonizing shade of red under his dark bangs. he stood there like a statue, his heart hammering against his ribs so forcefully he was convinced the entire prefecture could hear it.

​the shed door slid open immediately. you stepped out, holding a basket of volleyballs, and froze when you saw him standing there, looking like he had just witnessed a crime.

​“iwaizumi!” you gasped, your own face burning. “how much of that did you hear?”

​he cleared his throat, a loud, rough sound, his shoulders hunching up defensively as he slammed his hands into his tracksuit pockets. “the… the part about the arms,” he barked out defensively, his voice cracking slightly before he forced it down into a growl. he stepped right into your space, towering over you, his jaw set so tight a muscle was ticking. he looked terrifyingly intense, but his ears were glowing bright crimson. “if you want to talk about my arms, say it to my face. and… and i am dependable. i’ll walk you to the station every day from now on to prove it. so stop talking about me behind my back.”

n: for my beloved discord members, cs i’m outside rn lawl.. i can’t write fics ;(

© showhay — don’t copy, repost, or translate without my permission. do not use/feed my works to AI.

​iwaizumi was looking for his water bottle in the clubroom after a grueling three-hour practice. the gym was quiet, the rest of the team already in the showers, when he heard your voice through the open window of the adjacent equipment shed. you were talking to one of the first-year managers.

​“i don’t know, i just like guys who are dependable. like… someone who works hard without bragging about it.”

​“like iwaizumi-senpai?” the manager asked.

​“yeah,” you murmured softly. “exactly like him. he’s really reliable. and his arms are… well, you know.”

​outside, iwaizumi completely short-circuited. he dropped his gym bag with a loud, echoing clatter against the concrete porch. his dark eyes were wide, his mouth slightly open, and his face instantly turned a violent, agonizing shade of red under his dark bangs. he stood there like a statue, his heart hammering against his ribs so forcefully he was convinced the entire prefecture could hear it.

​the shed door slid open immediately. you stepped out, holding a basket of volleyballs, and froze when you saw him standing there, looking like he had just witnessed a crime.

​“iwaizumi!” you gasped, your own face burning. “how much of that did you hear?”

​he cleared his throat, a loud, rough sound, his shoulders hunching up defensively as he slammed his hands into his tracksuit pockets. “the… the part about the arms,” he barked out defensively, his voice cracking slightly before he forced it down into a growl. he stepped right into your space, towering over you, his jaw set so tight a muscle was ticking. he looked terrifyingly intense, but his ears were glowing bright crimson. “if you want to talk about my arms, say it to my face. and… and i am dependable. i’ll walk you to the station every day from now on to prove it. so stop talking about me behind my back.”

n: for my beloved discord members, cs i’m outside rn lawl.. i can’t write fics ;(

© showhay — don’t copy, repost, or translate without my permission. do not use/feed my works to AI.

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✦ ⋆ ࣪. 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.

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ⓘ main masterlist.

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?

✎⠀⠀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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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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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 🙏🏻

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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.