“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.
it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.
“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.
“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”
you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.
you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.
like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.
“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”
kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”
or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.
“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”
your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.
yeah, you totally did that.
or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.
“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.
“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”
tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”
you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.
“...huh?”
“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.
“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”
“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”
BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”
@kokokoula this one’s for u <3
Giving battinson the big birb hug he so desperately needs 🫂
★- Popular
Main Masterlist
COD Masterlist
⚓ Where Ships Sail (Series) DISCONTINUED ON TUMBLR
Continued on Ao3
Teaser Chapter 1: Where It Begins
🍒Popped Cherries! (Smut)
Come Home★ Love Language (Request)★ Simon's Visuals Nice and Slow (Request) ↳ Falling Into Place (Request) Mini Simon Visual★ Delicate (Request) Dessert (Request)★
🍒Cherry Buds! (Headcanons)
Cocky!Simon Headcanons (N/SFW) Simon NSFW Headcanons★ Simon Dating Headcanons Simon's Relationship Struggles (Request) Simon x Sensitive!Reader (Request) (N/SFW) Firehouse Favorite (Request) Simon x Curvy!Reader (Request) (N/SFW) Quiet Love with Simon (Request) Husband Simon Headcanons (Request) Simon x Asexual!Reader (Request)
🍒Sweet Cherries! (One-Shots)
Birthday Surprise Best Boyfriend Ever (Request) Healing Hearts (Request) The Pub with Simon★ Late Night Drive (Request) Two Lives in One (Request) A Place to be Weak (Request) Simplicity Symbolic (Request)
More in the 1K Prompts Masterlist
jason todd as an ex is... insufferable. not to you, no, even seperated he dare not pose as a nuisance.
for whatever reason the break up happened, and as much as he blamed it on you when you left, stood his ground and watched you go, he always blamed himself. but of course, he couldn't gather that courage to speak, to beg you to come back— to make things alright.
because it hurt to see you not look at him with stars in your eyes when you crack a joke. it hurts not to be the reason you laugh or smile or feel giddy with love. it fucking hurts to see someone else giving you their jacket— someone else holding you.
as much as he claimed to have been moved on, scoffing "it didn't matter to him". it did matter to him, it mattered to him so much he lingered.
he lingered at a distance when you were out with someone else, oh he was just making sure you were fine, he's just being a good human— a good vigilante making sure the people are alright. he lingered even when you were fast asleep, peering into your bedroom through the window from the terrace of the opposite buiding. or if you were a vigilante too, he lingered in the sidelines of a mission you clearly had under control.
he lingered like the ghost of your past, like the shadows— like he's a part of you.
he smiled unknowingly when you laughed, looked your way when he passed a witty comment to see if you laughed like you usually did, if you didn't, it would wilt his sad little heart. everyone noticed the onslaught of jokes and sarcastic comments when you were present, side eyeing him. at first everyone was simply amused, they teased him endlessly— but then when days turned to months, and months turned to a year, the amusement morphed into pity. pity because it killed them to see such obvious yearning, so much so that it gave them a damn migraine.
but jason thought he could take it, he could still get over you. getting over isn't that hard, he's done it before. its just taking a little more time with you.
he thought he was content by just watching you live, the ache was lessened by your smile.
oh but he's a selfish bastard. fuck the noble act.
his brow twitched and a vein popped on his forehead when he watched another person look at you the way he did, hold your hands for way too long— that vein almost burst when he tucked back a lock of your hair.
and suddenly his mind is clear, clearer than it ever had been. what use is this pride, this useless ego, if he doesn't have you in his life? what use are these arms if not to hold you? what use are his eyes if not to adore you? what use is this stupid heart of his if not to belong to you?
he couldn't take it anymore.
so you should have expected it to be honest, when you entered your lonely apartment only to be scared out of your wits at the sight of your ex lounging on the couch with his legs spread and head cocked to a side, staring at you menacingly.
"enjoyed your little date, sweetheart?"
you should have expected it when he cornered you, taunting that sorry excuse of a man— and your lack of taste.
"that desperate to forget me, hm?"
you should have expected the surge of butterflies wrecking chaos in you, heat searing your body. so you retaliate, your words even more sharp and cutting. you shoved him back, digging your boundaries against him, shielding yourself.
and its like the poor man lost all his sass and wits in a second, he sputtered, at a loss for words. scared, scared that he's messing up again.
he mumbled a quiet, defeated "sorry." and you thought he'd leave. so you did not expect his lips on yours the next second. each kiss, each touch were accompanied with an apology. he worshipped and repented at the same time.
so you really should have expected to see him in your bed next morning, body tangled with yours, sleeping so deeply as if he hadn't in a long time.
you sighed before a triumphant smile came on your lips as you kissed his forehead, proud that your little plan worked.
you had expected it all.
NOTE: i had wanted to write pure angst but my need for a happy ending prevailed unfortunately
Kat
meow meow meow
MASTERLIST
Welcome to the chaos corner of my brain. Here's where you'll find all my writing, from filthy one-shots to soft moments (and everything in between). I mostly write for:
Jason Todd (my emotional support menace)
Dick Grayson (the human embodiment of sunshine and sin)
Jujutsu Kaisen (because they're hot af)
Jason Todd Fics
Shameless
Wrecked
Frenzy
Glass
Devotion
Haze
Crave
Dick Grayson fics
Anniversary
Night Ride
Fractured
Dinner
Heatwave
Starved
Snack Heist
Devour
Late
Jujutsu Kaisen fics
Birthday Gift
After Hours
Rough Day
Tailored
Some of my longer fics live over on AO3, so if you're in the mood for more, you can find them below:
Jujutsu Kaisen fics
Legal Affairs (ongoing)
His Possession (ongoing)
Ecstasy (ongoing)
Tied (finished)
Barely dressed, fully stressed (finished)
Lost and Found (finished)
Skybound (finished)
Halloween Hotties: Ghostface Edition (finished)
Birthday Bash (finished)
Burning Desires (finished)
Psycho-pass fic
Crossing Lines (finished)
Chainsaw Man fic
Lunch Break (finished)
Dick Grayson fic
Fluff and Feels (ongoing)
Requests: My ask box is always open if you wanna drop a request or an idea! Just know I can't promise I'll always get to them, but I appreciate every single one. Also, I don't write anything extreme, non-con, underage, or anything that makes me uncomfy. Just good old-fashioned horniness with a sprinkle of feelings 💚
Oh, He’s Big Big 18+
Thinking about Jason Todd just being big. Big hands, big cock, even bigger heart. Practically pawing at you, able to hold the plush softness of your thighs when you’re sitting on his face, hands large enough to encircle your entire wrists. Cock the size of a monster can, splitting you open so that you feel in it your throat when he’s fucking you into the bed. Being sore for days after a quickie. Jason who cares so much. Will be there any time of day or night if you need him and will break a few noses along the way.
That’s it. Send tweet.
I truly don’t understand the lack of Gaz love -
ok well
I do at some level
I think the argument usually levied against his character id that he’s boring
but beautifully stated by tumblr user mockerycrow in their character analysis of him
CHARACTERS DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE A TRAGIC BACKSTORY TO BE INTERESTING CHARACTERS
press keep reading to fall in love with Gaz
I’m going to start out with who Gaz is as a character
morality
Gaz is someone who has a strong sense of morality and struggles with the balance between doing the right thing and doing the morally right thing, there’s this debate between long-term morality and situational morality that Gaz struggles with
look im maybe not the most linguistically talented person on earth so im just gonna throw in a few quotes which i think gives Gaz
Gaz is someone who admist chaos and war is trying his best, trying his best to be a good person, to be reliable and to do the right thing
if thays not lovable idk what is
relationship to price
ok so i think this aspect of Gaz’s character is what people tend to focus on
and as much as the omg price’s son shit is cute i think he’s become a vehicle for people to emphasise price’s daddy factor (which like dont get me wrong keep up the good work)
but i think theres so much more to that
i forgot who wrote this but someone said something about Gaz trying to follow in impossibly large footsteps and i think thats so accurate
going back to Gaz’s struggle with morality there’s so much untapped potential in the idea that his idol, may not be an amazing person, having to come to grips with the idea that Price, his role model can look at a woman and child as interrogation leverage is something that i think people need to look into more
OK so now
so here are somethings which i
idk if this is like the correct phrasing
headcannon? idk i just think these are parts of Gaz’s character which could be rlly interesting to explore
ahem
yes Gaz is a good guy, but that doesn’t make him passive Gaz has shown moments of anger, like in the interrogation with the butcher when he lunges at him or when him and price first meet
i think the fact that Gaz is so calm and collected but has these moments are cracks in the facade he creates
i believe personally he has a lot of repressed anger whether it be at the world, at himself, at his captain hes an angry dude hes just better at keeping it under wraps
and i know we don’t really have many details on his backstory but cmon there’s no way u sign up for a job like this and don’t have any issues whatsoever
i think this quote is so good for this because he’s harnessed his anger, it’s what makes him good at his job, a knife, a weapon
i think another interesting concept for Gaz is guilt
the fact that he cares about whats right and wrong how does he feel going to sleep at night? do these things haunt him? is he irredeemable?
i think its like that one quote “the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn’t. My guilt does not purify me.”
anyways guys thanks for coming to my ted talk
i know this was really messy but i just want to encourage some Gaz love because i think he’s a really interesting complex character who we just need to dig a little deeper into
i hope this incites some more gaz love
THANK YOU 😳
Late night secret
I feel terrible but I still have my fav character