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kingdaddydaichi · 4 months

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☆ title: redefining (ch. 11) | ( ch. 10 ) ☆ ( ch. 12 - wip )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 2.5k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 11-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw. cop!daichi. mutual pining. angst. domestic disturbance. fear. idk like, the way daichi talks to subi might come across as patriarchal? but it's the way i feel like daichi would speak to him under the specific circumstances, how he knew he would get through to him. i am deeply sorry for the massive real-life time gap between chapters //sob. but i'm committed to finishing this series. my love for daichi and this story is settled deep inside my bones. I'M BACK BITCHES /aff 🫶🏼

she's falling in love now losing control now fighting the truth trying to hide but i think it's alright, girl yeah i think it's alright, girl

losin control - russ

Life can be a rip-roaring bitch sometimes, y'know?

The first week or so after your fallout with Daichi had been relatively easy. The fact that you were still angry at him helped a lot more than you'd have liked to admit. The battle to get him off your mind was constant, but all you had to do was remember the way his eyebrows angled inward when he yelled at you. You’d never seen him like that before and it had scared you, triggering your fight or flight response on top of the heart-wrenching pain of seeing him being a little too friendly with his ex.

But what you kept pushing down with all of your might was the fact that daichi was right. He had called you on everything you’d worked so hard to hide from him. The fact that he’d seen you so clearly scared you more than the look in his eyes when he raised his voice at you. He had been angry, yes. But a lot of hurt had weaved its way into his words as well.

Halfway through the second week, however, things started to go downhill. You found yourself reaching for your phone a couple of times to tell Daichi about something ridiculous or funny that had happened only for your fingers to stop short as your heart sank.

Oh. right. I'm not supposed to do that anymore.

You’d even tried venting to Suga about Daichi in hopes that he would validate you, but he wasn’t as sympathetic towards your plight as you would’ve liked: “But isn’t this what you wanted?” he'd said. “You’ve been saying that whatever the hell was going on between you two had an expiration date…” “You’re right. It’s probably better this way so you and Daichi can each find the people you wanna be with...” That last one had really dug deep - the thought of Daichi with anyone else made your heart splinter and your stomach wretch. But you had swallowed your heartache down with the lump in your throat and nodded with a meek “Yeah, exactly,” knowing deep in your bones that you didn’t mean a word of it. Suga knew it too.

The week after that was the week from hell. Crying in bed every night because you missed Daichi so much was made that much worse by your shitty week. Life could’ve just given you a normal week but NOPE. Every single day, multiple times a day, you’d pick up your phone to send him an angry text about your boss or the rude ass lady at the grocery store. Or the fact that some really, really important notarized legal documents got lost in the mail. Three trips to UPS, two trips to the post office, and $91.00 later the paperwork finally reached its intended destination via next day air. You wanted to ask him to arrest the incompetent twat who put your mailer on the wrong truck in the first place and then smile at his reaction. To top it all off, your son’s behavior had hit an all-time low. You’d been hoping that it would’ve improved after the disciplinary hearing, which Subi had attended as well but, if anything, his behavior at home had gotten worse too.

You wanted to call Daichi. You wanted him to come over and hold you as you curled into a ball against his chest. To feel his hands in your hair and his lips on your forehead telling you that ‘everything’s gonna be okay’. Because you’d believe it If Daichi was the one saying it. He’d make sure of it. But you couldn’t do any of those things and it made you cry. Like getting kicked when you’re already down.

Daichi didn’t have it much better.

He’d called and apologized to Yui, who had called him a “fucking asshole”. There was the drunk driver who had puked on him while doing his field sobriety test (he probably deserved that, he’d guessed). Then there was the day he got stuck directing traffic in a torrential downpour. The police-issued waterproof ponchos had done nothing for his wet socks and the sloshing in his shoes.

There were also all the little annoying things that kept happening to him - his washing machine quit working (mid-cycle, no less), he got a flat tire (in a different torrential downpour), he stubbed his toe one morning while getting out of bed (talk about a rude awakening) - nothing too serious but just enough to piss him off.

The worst of it was finding out his mom had to be hospitalized for Covid. She had to be on oxygen, but the prognosis was good. She was expected to be okay and eventually make a full recovery, but of course it made him worry about her nonetheless.

And through every bit of it, you were on his mind. He missed you something fierce. But some of the things you’d said still weighed on his heart:

“...how cruel can you be?” “You’re not even my type.” “Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend!”

That last one had hurt the most. Did you really think that lowly of him to think he’d do that to you?

To be fair, he also remembered some of the things he’d said to you:

“Would you have liked it better if i’d introduced you as my fuck buddy…?” “What? Not toxic enough for ya?” “...you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it…!”

They made him cringe every time he remembered. Sometimes the words you had thrown at each other kept him up at night.

Tonight was one of those nights…

Daichi was reading in bed, trying to take his mind off of you when his phone buzzed on his nightstand. Thinking it must be work-related at this time of night, he picked it up to see who was calling. When he saw your name on the screen, his heart wanted to claw its way out of his chest. What could you possibly want? Best case scenario was you wanted to apologize, but that could wait until tomorrow. If you didn’t want him to make you a priority anymore, he was going to honor that. Worst case scenario was you were reaching out to him for another booty call, and he was done with that.

Either way, he let your call go to voicemail, but just as he was about to put his phone back down, your text came through as three little numbers:

911

Daichi sat bolt upright and immediately tapped the call button. Halfway through the first ring, you answered. “Daichi?” You were crying and he could hear a young man’s voice yelling in the background.

He sat forward in his seat, wide brown eyes darting this way and that. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Subi,” you cried. There was a loud bang accompanied by a muffled sob from you. “He threatened to hurt me and now he’s throwing things…”

Before you could say anything else, daichi was on his feet, throwing on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before heading for his front door. “You at home?”

“Y-yes.” you were crying so hard you were wheezing. “Daichi, please…please help?”

“I’m on my way.” His voice was remarkably low and stern and comforting as he told you to go inside your bedroom, lock the door, and stay there. He made sure you didn’t have any injuries and stayed on the phone with you for the 10 mins it took for him to get there. It normally took twice that long to drive from his place to yours, but he had his blue lights on, going well over the speed limit.

“Daichi, I’m so scared,” you sobbed.

“I’m almost there, (y/n). Just five more minutes. Come on, deep breaths.” He talked you down enough that you weren’t crying as hard. “Alright, I’m here. Do you know if he’s still in the house?”

“Yeah, I can hear him. But the front door is locked.”

“Do you feel safe enough to come out of your room and open it?”

You’d heard Subi’s voice getting further away and the slamming of his bedroom door. “Yeah, I think so.”

You slowly came out of your room and hurried to the front door, nearly collapsing in Daichi’s arms when you swung it open. He hugged you and told you everything was okay. He walked inside slowly, noticing some broken glass and other, obviously thrown, objects on the floor, and called your son’s name. Your pre-teen came out of his bedroom to find a man he didn’t recognize standing in the living room.

“Who’re you?” he asked.

“I’m Daichi, a friend of your mom’s. You must be Musubi.”

Musubi narrowed his eyes at him and shrugged in response.

“What’s been going on, man?”

Your son crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe it’s none of your business.”

Daichi’s dark brown eyes remained steady on him. “Well, seeing as how your mom is my friend and she’s scared and crying, I’d say it is my business.”

The boy rolled his eyes. “Whatever. It’s not that big of a deal-“

“Wrong again. Your mom doesn’t feel safe in her own home. That’s a problem. It’s just the two of you living here, right?”

Subi shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

“Then that makes you man of the house, doesn’t it?”

Your son’s eyes met Daichi’s for the first time since he first spoke to him. “Yeah, I guess.”

“And as the man of the house, don’t you think it’s your job to protect everyone in it, including your mom?”

The boy didn’t respond, but his facial muscles relaxed as he maintained eye contact with Daichi. He had his undivided attention now. He was speaking to him man to man and your son was listening intently.

“It’s a big responsibility to be in your position,” Daichi went on, nodding towards you. “Your mother and her safety are under your watch. She doesn’t feel safe with you when you’re the one who’s supposed to be protecting her.” The off-duty police officer's voice remained calm and even as he tilted his head. “So tell me, Musubi: do you really think you’re qualified to be man of the house?”

You watched and listened with awe as Daichi took command over the situation, showing Subi what it means to be in full control. He leveled with your son while making him feel validated and understood. Rather than telling Subi how he should talk to you, Daichi did far more by showing him what it means to be a good man; he was teaching Subi how to treat others with respect in the way he spoke to him - by demonstrating to him that you get respect from others by being respectable.

Your son’s gaze fell under the weight of Daichi’s words. His beliefs about what it means to be a “man” had just been challenged and shaken to the core. He thought it meant being loud and aggressive, lording over others, calling the shots and expecting others to submit to him - no doubt all the tactics he’d learned from watching his father.

“You think you’re in control here? Because, from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it.” The boy’s gaze followed Daichi’s as he looked around at the broken items in the room before looking over at you, still trembling and sniffling. “If you lose control, it means you don’t have it, Musubi. It’s that simple. Do we have an understanding?”

The boy’s eyes locked with Daichi’s again and he nodded.

“Good man. Now,” Daichi said with quiet authority, “Clean up the mess you made.” It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, sir,” Subi murmured as he started picking up the pieces.

You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of your son’s mouth. Yes, sir? You looked up at Daichi - The Musubi Whisperer - wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Never even raised his voice and had him under his complete command.

“(Y/n), can I talk to you for a minute in the kitchen?” Daichi said it just loudly enough that your son could hear how his mother should be talked to - by asking, not demanding.

“Of course.” You followed Daichi until your son was out of earshot, then whispered, “How the fuck did you just do that?”

Daichi shrugged. “I’ve had a lot of experience. Oldest of 5 kids. Team captain. Cop.” You smiled and nodded, wiping the last of your tears away. He put a tentative hand on your shoulder. “You okay, (y/n)?”

“I think so,” you sniffed, wiping your freshest tear away with your shirt sleeve. “I’m so sorry to have troubled you, but you were the first person i thought of-”

Daichi shook his head and pulled you into his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m glad you called me.”

Whether it was the catharsis from the highly charged situation or your need to feel Daichi close was irrelevant when you fastened yourself to him. Before you could think, your arms were around his waist and your head tucked against his chest.

“Thank you,” you said, your shaky voice muffled by the warmth and weight of Daichi’s arms wrapping tightly around you.

“If it happens again, call me again. If you need anything at all, call me,” he said, rubbing your back. This was the Daichi you’d known all along and fucking hell, you missed him.

You tightened your hold around his waist. You were so immensely relieved to hear him say that. Maybe he still wanted to be the one you called. Just maybe he wanted to be the one you needed.

“I will,” you said, nodding against his chest.

Before he left that night, he shook Subi's hand. “Take care of your mom.”

“Yes, sir.” Holy hell, there it was again. Daichi hadn’t even told him to call him sir. Leastways, not with words. How did he do that?

“Do I have your word?” Daichi asked, squeezing Subi’s hand. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, I’ll stop by in a couple days to see how things are going," he looked at you, "...if that's okay."

Your son’s lips pursed as he fought back a smile as he watched you nod. “Okay.”

After Daichi left, Subi said, “You should find a guy like him, Mom.”

Your mouth dropped open, your heart skipping a million beats. Your son had no idea who Daichi was, what he did for a living, or the highly complicated nature of your relationship with him. Finally, you smiled and said, “Yeah? He’s a good guy, huh?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. “He’s alright.”

Your son turned to you with his shoulders slumped and tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Your body shook with tears as you nodded against his shoulder. “I know, baby. I love you so much.”

Subi squeezed you tighter as he told you he loved you too.

ch. 10 ☆ ch. 12 (wip)

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BBHG: Mapo Tofu (Ch. 2)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Words: 2,565

Summary: A chance encounter in the Shibuya Train Station leaves you with a sore shoulder and a mysterious bento box. You’re willing to write the incident off and move on, otherwise preoccupied with navigating a new city and a new job, but a bombastic blond, meddling friend, and fate itself seem to have other plans.

Genre: Pro Hero AU, fluff, strangers to lovers, medical setting

Links: Previous Chapter | Next Chapter | Masterlist | Cross-posted on Ao3!

Mapo Tofu - Consisting of tofu set in a spicy red sauce with meat, this originally Chinese dish emigrated to Japan in the 1950s where it evolved into sweeter and more mellow flavors popular among Japanese cuisine.

Pale, golden rays of sunlight filtered through the large, double-paned windows, warming the kitchen in a gentle glow. On the windowsill, six houseplants of different varieties sat, basking in the morning light. Sticking out of the soil, small jewel-toned picks proudly displayed their names: Yuki, Kita, Suga, Tohru, Ren, and Souta. In the living room, eight more plants were grouped around the couch, still asleep in the darkness until the afternoon rays helped them rise.

At the doorway, Ibara Shiozaki stood, wringing hands betraying her otherwise stoic expression. “You’ll need to rotate Souta 45 degrees every two days, otherwise he begins to lean too much towards the sun.” She motioned to the last of the plants on the windowsill, small buds covering the plump, green succulent. “And don’t forget that Tohru needs to be watered last, since you also need to mix in her special plant food, but you can’t give it to Kita, otherwise he’ll die.”

You nodded, attempting to shoo her out of the door for the umpteenth time this morning. “Don’t worry Shiozaki, I’ve got this. I promise that I can handle your babies for a week.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, looking skeptical. “When you first brought your own plants upon move-in, they were in desperate need of attention. For someone with a medical background, I was surprised you didn’t immediately realize that action needed to be taken in order to preserve their life.”

While the words themselves sounded hostile, you simply laughed the comment off, shaking your head. Having Shiozaki as a roommate did nothing to cure the culture shock that came with the big city. Blunt, serious, and downright confusing at times, she had definitely added to the stress at first. However, she did, in fact, save your plants, and there was no way you could afford an apartment as half as nice as this one if you had been living on your own. Therefore, you quickly adjusted to her quirkiness and overall dependability as a roommate.

“My specialty is people, not plants, but I’m an avid learner.” you replied. “That’s where you come in, my incredibly talented, plant-mom teacher.”

Shiozaki scoffed, but a rosy blush crept its way onto her cheeks. She never could take a compliment. “Well, I emailed the instructions to you, just in case. I also–”

“–Left them taped to the fridge,” you finished for her. “Yes, I saw those two weeks ago when you announced that you had this mission. It will be fine, just go. You’re going to be late!”

Shiozaki looked like she wanted to argue more, but closed her mouth when she saw the time, her lips forming a tense line. If there was one thing she possibly valued as much as her plants, it was her punctuality, and right now you had a very good point. If she delayed any further, she would most definitely be late. Giving you a confident nod as you wished for her safe travels, she spun on heel and closed the apartment door, footsteps echoing down the hallway.

You glanced at the time on the microwave, inwardly cursing yourself as you too rushed to get out of the door. It wasn’t until you were at the crosswalk to the station that you realized your hands were too empty. The bento box you had left to dry the night before was still sitting on the rack.

The underground was busy today, although it was considerably louder than yesterday. Normally, the commuting passengers, while many in number, were heard by the sound of their shoes against the worn tile rather than their voices. Early mornings with no coffee and the stress of public transportation rendered them voluntarily mute.

Today, however, everyone had something to say.

Vendors of food stands loudly offered you their freshest pastries, your stomach saying ‘yes’ but your brain and anxiety very much saying ‘no.’ Around you, people clustered in groups, talking about the headlines on the newspapers stacked around the station. The words ‘top heroes’ and ‘tomorrow’ were the only ones to cling to your memory, the others brushed off by your hasty pace. How could anyone think about ‘tomorrow’ when there was still a whole day of ‘today’?

Therefore, it was hardly your fault that you didn’t hear the man at first, brain immediately dismissing his voice as another in the sea of mindless chatter.

“Oi, you there.” A small commotion erupted behind you, the sound of angry huffs increasing in volume as more people were pushed aside. You didn’t turn, anxiously peering down the tracks of the train, as though doing so would make it come faster. “Hey, Bento Box Girl! I’m talking to you.”

You were once again painfully reminded that your own bento box was firmly planted on your kitchen counter. Nonetheless, you did turn, wondering what poor person was being accosted like this so early in the morning. The scent of warm caramel and a familiar cologne crested over you like a wave, so strong you almost stumbled as though physically pushed.

Ah, that poor person was you.

“Me?” You stared at him, too shocked to be polite, not that it mattered. He definitely didn’t seem like the type for pleasantries considering that he had blatantly ignored any pretense of manners with both encounters.

The man in question rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. The white t-shirt he wore stretched tight across his chest at the motion, confirming that the hardness you had felt from your trip the other day was, in fact, all muscle. You were sure the arms which had caught you were similarly structured, but they were currently covered by an oversized letterman, a large, burgundy ‘R’ emblazoned on the front left pocket. Narrowing in on his piercing eyes, more vibrant than the jacket, and sandy hair, you thought that the man looked vaguely familiar, too.

A sudden gust of wind signaled the train’s arrival, breaking your thoughts and stealing your attention away. The stranger didn’t like this, darting in front of you to prevent you from moving toward the opening doors and forcing you to face him again.

“What’s your secret?” His eyes bore into yours with unfettered determination, and a chill ran its way down your spine. You tried to side-step him, but he was obnoxiously quick for someone of his build.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, meeting his gaze with all of the strength you could muster. You weren’t a villain, but he was certainly making you feel like one.

He scoffed, as though insulted that you could be this clueless. “The curry. What’s the secret to your curry?”

A second passed. Then two.

‘Was this guy serious?’

“Just-” you began, realizing that he wouldn’t leave you in peace until you gave him an answer, “add something sweet, like honey. Yours was way too spicy. You need the balance of both, otherwise one flavor will overpower everything and it won’t taste as good.”

His brows furrowed, a slight nod being the only confirmation that he heard you. He turned to rummage in his own bag, and you considered the conversation over, trying to step past him onto the train.

His arm shot out, and you were once again blocked. In his hand, he held a small box wrapped in a pale orange cloth. A bento box. Your bento box. You looked back up at the man, who was looking at you with an expectant stare.

“I don’t have yours,” you said, shrugging sheepishly. “This morning was super busy and I didn’t even have time to pack my lunch. In fact, I don’t even think I have any leftovers since Shiozaki–”

He cut off your rambling with a wave of his hand. You thought he would be upset at your admission, seeing as his default reaction seemed to be pissed off, but instead, he simply leaned back, hands finding his pockets.

“You better bring me something good tomorrow, then,” he said, a devastating grin slicing across his face.

It was then that you were reminded how handsome this asshole was. That sense of familiarity wormed its way to the front of your brain again, and you wondered if you knew him from the cover of a magazine or on a billboard advertising the latest fashion. He certainly seemed like the type.

The station announcer called for last minute passengers, and you scurried through the open doors, abruptly cutting off any further conversation. However, it seemed as though he had accomplished what he came for. Instead of boarding the train, you watched as his red letterman turned away from the platform and made its way upstairs, melting into the crowd.

‘Maybe tomorrow wouldn’t be such a bad thing to think about after all.’

* * *

“That man is loaded.” Hina leaned back in the hard plastic chair of the break room, hands coming together to form a peak as she began her analysis. “The jacket you’re describing is from the Fatgum Agency x Gucci merch collab for charity. The only pieces of sidekick merch were the letterman jackets, and they sold out in less than five minutes on pre-order.”

You had been giving Hina a dramatic reenactment of your morning events, and when you had mentioned the flashy jacket that the man wore, she had almost fainted. A few months ago, she had come into work with bags under her eyes and looking utterly defeated. When you had asked her what was wrong, fearing the worst, she had tearfully told you about how hard she had tried to get the Tamaki letterman, and how quickly they had sold out. You consoled her with a lunch out and Suneater plushie, but you knew the defeat stung, especially since she owned every other piece of Suneater merch.

“Maybe he’s in the yakuza,” Hina continued. “Besides having money, he must have had connections to score that jacket as well.”

You set your chopsticks down, thoughtfully chewing your tofu. “I doubt that a member of the yakuza would be buying hero merch, much less chasing after me for a curry recipe. Whoever he is though, the man can cook.”

After yesterday’s curry fiasco, you had been hesitant to try whatever he had prepared for you today. However, your curiosity won out, and you had unwrapped the bento to reveal a beautiful meal of mapo tofu. Like his last dish, this one was tongue-numbingly spicy. However, instead of being overwhelming, the different flavors of spice melded together perfectly to create a multi-dimensional flavor that left you craving more.

“So, you don’t think he’s all that bad now?” Hina questioned, leaning forward with her elbows on the table.

“No, he’s definitely still an asshole.” You shook your head as you corrected her. “It’s just annoying that he’s also handsome, cooks well, smells good, and is apparently loaded.”

Hina snickered into her hand. “I don’t know, sounds like he’s still a catch. Maybe you just need to get earplugs so you can’t hear him when he opens his mouth.”

You could easily imagine the stranger’s rage if he realized you weren’t listening to him, giggling at the thought of his face turning red and veins popping out of his neck until steam began to actually pour from his ears. “I would pay money to see his face if he ever found out, but it would probably be the last thing I ever saw.”

Feeling a looming presence over your shoulder, you stopped the conversation short, turning around in your chair to come face to face with a very unhappy looking Gia. Her hands were on her hips, and she made a show of tapping her foot, as though she had been waiting.

“Ah, there you are,” she said to Hina, completely ignoring your existence. “I should have known that you would have been in the break room.”

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes but couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of your voice as you responded. “Well, it is our lunch break for five more minutes.”

As expected, she didn’t offer you any form of acknowledgment. Instead, she rounded the table to stand in front of Hina, brushing away the loose strands of hair that framed her face and were one hundred percent breaking the dress code. “Why did you go ahead and draw up Mr. Mori’s charts? I thought I told you to wait for me.”

Hina was handling the situation better than you were, giving Gia a placating smile. “You were busy with other matters at the time, so I went ahead and helped him since he is under my care.”

“But what if you missed something?” Gia scolded.

“I didn’t,” Hina replied. “I had Dr. Hayashi confirm it.”

You thought Gia might cool down after this statement, but if anything, it seemed to make her even more agitated. She sighed loudly, her voice lowering in tone but increasing in vitriol. “But you could have!”

She shook her shoulders, straightening herself back into a somewhat relaxed position. “Next time, please wait for me. As a senior nurse, it is my duty to make sure that our patients receive the most accurate and relevant care.”

Hina nodded in response, obviously wanting the conversation to be over. Thankfully, her wish was granted. Gia turned on heel and walked out of the break room without another word, head held high as though she had saved the day. When the door closed, you scoffed loudly, rubbing your forehead.

“She could have missed something too!” you exclaimed. “Even though her Diagnosis quirk is ‘made’ for the medical field, it’s only accurate 95% of the time. We’ve studied for years to get here. Surely that means we can fill out a chart and give a basic diagnosis based on the readings without her breathing down our necks.”

Hina agreed, groaning as she sunk down into her chair. “I know, but what can we do? She’s in charge of us for now. I’m just glad we’re still in our rotations so we won’t be stuck with her forever.”

You grumbled out an agreement, still unhappy about the entire situation. Someone definitely needed to take her down a peg or two, but you felt as though you had no right to do so. After all, she was your boss, and despite her general arrogance, her quirk really was perfect for this. All she had to do was touch someone, and she was able to give them a complete diagnosis of the patient with at least 95% accuracy if not more. Your quirk, while still being useful, was nowhere near the level that hers was when it came to helping others and saving lives.

A timer on your phone signaled the end of your break, and you carefully packed up the bento before wrapping it in its pale orange cloth. There wasn’t much left of the mapo tofu, and you made a mental note to cook something special for the stranger in gratitude, despite his attitude. Following Hina out of the door and back into the hospital hallway, you realized that for once, you were excited for the next day to come.

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kanmom51 · 10 months

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“The big unknown here is how much jk will comply.”

We know he doesn’t comply to anything. He does what he wants. Like with Tae mentioning & engaging with Jk all the time - Jungkook doesn’t. I don’t think he’s holding back in any regard either. If he misses a member, he will say. If he wants to see a member, he will say and invites them over. If he wants to do a live drinking, he will. If he doesn’t want to cut his hair, he won’t. If he wants to talk about the military service like in his recent, he won’t shy from talking about it. If he didn’t want to work on any music at all for 5-6 months, he didn’t.

Jungkook only doesn’t mention hanging out with or meeting up with any of the members cause I guess he feels he doesn’t need to/it’s not a need to know thing what he’s doing (if it’s not work). With the exception of his own rule being asking jimin over about 3 times.

(Compared to jimin, where Jimin mentions who’s he’s seen & hung out with when asked. He will openly say if he hasn’t seen certain members in a while or who he went to eat with or who he saw recently at the building. He said he’d be back after work when invited over - I don’t think he’s overly shying away from answering questions either and just all together doesn’t answer a question if he knows he won’t answer it )

All Jungkook does in the current Taekook dynamic is accept Taehyung’s invitations to hang out as both were the only members from Nov 2022-March 2023 who weren’t doing anything at all, as the others were busy with albums & collabs AND allow Taehyung to come over when he asks (just like jimin asking to come over to eat ramen & jk saying I’ll do it for you). Which is what a good natured friend does. We know it’s Taehyung inviting Jk out all the time instead off the other way round cause it’s always with Taehyung’s friendship group or associated with the Wooga squad in general.

Jungkook doesn’t broadcast who he’s seen. We just know if he’s got schedules if he mentions it & what he’s been doing that day if he cares to say so.

What we DO know:

- It’s Taehyung that asks Jungkook to hang out (purely based on how it’s always with Taehyung’s friends)

- it’s Jungkook that asks jimin to hang out several times (asked him over for chicken, asked to go see his music performance, asked him to go boxing with him, asked him to stay on his live/come over)

- Jungkook has ONLY asked jimin to hang out & no one else

- Jungkook has only engaged & commented on jimin’s live but not for others unless it was their birthday (Suga’s)

- Jungkook engaged heavily with jm promotions & projects + congratulated him on his wins & visited his practice

- jimin has mentioned being over in response to jk asking him over saying he will be back after work

- jimin leaves comments on everyone’s lives but never missed jk’s when he was working and only stopped recently when his promotions ended

- Jungkook has been quiet since jimin’s promotions ended when he used to go live every week from late jan - late March the most busy periods for jimin + goes live only when jimin is about to catch a flight in a few hours or already gone. The exception being the live Taehyung started when Hobi was there.

- Jungkook has only acknowledged jimin’s album out of them ALL (a little bit for Hobi Aka a post on his IG stories) he was promoting Jimin’s enthusiastically but went quiet for Suga’s & RM’s (I don’t think he’s mentioned them at all, I could be wrong)

- Jungkook watches jimin’s lives and jimin watches JK’s

- Jungkook knows the lyrics / watches jimin’s projects as soon as they release. He knew the choreo/lyrics already. The only member who has mentioned & sung/watched each of his projects.

- Jungkook mentions primarily only jimin in lives.

- Jungkook took time to learn to play letter & help with Jimin’s album.

- Jimin was constantly updating Jungkook on what he was doing every time Aka what he was working on/busy with/changing location or filming + so was Jungkook immediately telling jimin he changed his shirt & updating jimin on what he was doing

- Jimin hugged Jungkook very intensely the day after he got back from his US trip despite seeing him at the group dinner the week before.

THE ONLY, thing they haven’t done is be spotted in public together but if you put two home-bodies together in the same room, you very much aren’t going to. Last time we did it was cause Hobi posted them all hanging out last year in the arcade in LA & someone caught them hanging out with a group for dinner last year.

Hello @malecsma1a so we are back at it for round two, lol.

And we are in disagreement, well not total, but partial, straight off the bat.

“The big unknown here is how much JK will comply.” That was me in my last post.

And your starter here is:

"We know he doesn’t comply to anything. He does what he wants."

This base line of yours is, in my opinion, not completely accurate.

JK is a non conformist, meaning he does not play by societal rules. An example to that is his tattoos. He will live his life according to the way he feels is right and not what is expected of him by society.

JK is also a rebel. And he will lash out at figures of authority and do what he wants or thinks even if told to do otherwise.

But make no mistake. JK is a good boy and he will usually do what he is told. And he is still bound by his contract.

Some of these things you mentioned him doing because he does what he wants, you are looking at it all wrong. He's doing them to fight back, putting his foot down in the way that he can. It's a rebellion. Deleting an over 50 million IG account is a rebellion. And what does he have to rebel against, eh? If everything was nice and dandy. If he was doing whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, why did he have to go so openly against the company? And make no mistake. This was a huge Fuck you of his to the company. This wasn't "oh, I don't use IG so I'll just delete it". Because JM wasn't using his until his promotions started either, he didn't post for weeks on end. This was a statement. And after this statement things changed. JK changed. He took more control over the message and his connection with the fandom.

So no. From November 22 until end of February 23 JK wasn't in control and wasn't doing whatever he wanted to. He just wasn't.

Other than that, most of what you write is right.

I don't agree with this one:

Well, he did hug him intensely, but what you are insinuating, or at least, that's what is understood from what you are writing, is that the hug was intense even though he saw JK just a week earlier. Nope. Nah. JM hugged JK very intensely even though he saw him just hours before (they spent the night together drinking - told us so in so many words). That's what it should be saying.

About this.

Yes and no?

Cause us not knowing they have been spotted doesn't mean they haven't, if you get my drift.

Or let me put it this way: The fact that I-army are not trusted by K-army to share sightings does not mean there haven't been any.

I will leave it at that.

And I will leave you with this, just for funsies.

#ask

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Quarterly Fic Recs 2023: #2

Hello! I am a little late with my list but between work and my laptop taking so long to even boot up, it’s been hard to do anything. I’ve enjoyed all these fics these past few months and I hope you enjoy them as well. A huge thank you to all the writers for sharing their work 💜

Seokjin

none :(

Yoongi

red chopsticks @hobicakess

summary: Now everytime you see chopsticks, you'll think of him.

beloved @bang-tan-bitches

summary: Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win

fear and dumplings ch. 1 @softyoongiionly

summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Hoseok

dinners & diatribes @yoongiphoria

Namjoon

the one with namjoon and the u-haul @eoieopda

summary: in which namjoon is buff, jungkook is late, & you're trapped in an elevator.

Jimin

blunt rotation @gimmethatagustd

summary: Supplying your law school classmates with weed on the regular might as well be a full-time job. It’s lucrative, but lately, you’ve seen a dip in profits. Maybe it’s because you keep giving out the Pretty Boy Discount to a certain guy in your ethics class…

Taehyung

none :(

Jungkook

jungkook with chubby girlfriend pt. 2 @ta3bae

calling you cool @kithtaehyung

summary: after your band finishes a coveted club gig, you’re frustrated that your dope ass night ends with you hiding in a bathroom stall. at least, this is what you figured—until someone comes along to change that.

prove it to me @kookslastbutton

summary: “I’m not your baby Jungkook. Remember that.” Those are the words you say right before jumping into a one night stand with Jeon Jungkook, the man who’s constantly annoying you with his college fling stories. You decide maybe just this once you’ll play into his game and prove that he’s no more average than the rest.

because i love you ch. 10 @readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

only when you’re lonely @jjkeverlast

summary: jungkook has never dated anyone, because of you and you’re soft touches that bring him to orbit. it’s all it’s ever been, just sex between you. although, it brings an unexpected turn when jungkook accidentally blurts you out as his girlfriend to his college friends which results in them expecting you to an upcoming party. what jungkook doesn’t know is that you’re much more than just someone he meets when he’s lonely.

OT7/ Multple Members

satisfy ch. 5 @suga-kookiemonster

summary: “listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do?

fang f*cker @sailoryooons

summary: Jungkook loves reading his smutty vampire comic and so what if he fashions himself a little bit after the main character. Yoongi finds it wildly offensive. Every day he has to watch Jungkook play at being ominous and spooky - and okay, maybe it’s a little cute. But it’s mostly offensive, and Yoongi would know. He’s a vampire, after all.

before i leave you ch. 51 @hollyhomburg

summary: you’ve never seen Namjoon this angry before, but you can’t say he’s not rightfully upset at You and Hobi. Not every punishment can go according to plan…

Seokjin

wrong place wrong time @bangtanintotheroom

summary: Why couldn’t the two of you have just waited until you got home?

smile @shuadotcom

summary: Kim Seokjin has been a professional tennis player for years. He has countless tennis trophies in his penthouse in South Korea and has won two grand slams. He’s even in talks to participate in the upcoming Olympics. He’s dated a handful of well-known people with no problem and is confident to the point of irritation to those around him.

the one with seokjin, soju, and all the stars in the sky @eoieopda

summary: Kim Seokjin got really drunk on a members-night-out, so his fiancée has to pick his cute, clingy ass up.

i almost do @yoongiphoria

summary: You wipe the tears that have trickled down your cheek, collected below your nose. “I miss you, Seokjin. Can… can you come find me?”

the dogs of war @ugh-yoongi

moaning on stream @here4kpopfics

summary: You just want to sleep in a little bit longer, but your boyfriend has decided to play a frustratingly difficult game on stream. However, his frustration sounds a lot similar to something else…

my soul @peachypinkygloss

summary: No one said loving a vampire would be easy, especially not one who is tortured by his past and his present. Your love for him is eternal, even though you cannot be with him forever... Or can you?

flurious @miscelunaaa

summary: it’s fine, you’re not mad at your best friend at all! in fact!! you’re so fine that you’re going to work off some steam just to prove how fine you are!!

Yoongi

glorified memories @shina913

summary: Another late-night phone call with Yoongi.

Hoseok

all it takes @yoongiofmine

summary: After months of quietly pinning after Jung Hoseok, your friends decide to give you a little push. Sometimes a New Years Eve party and a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven is all it takes.

Namjoon

none :(

Jimin

none :(

Taehyung

one mo’ gen @bangtanintotheroom

summary: You find your ‘relationship’ with Taehyung escalating sooner than you expected.

up close and personal ^

summary: Taehyung thought he had seen it all with you, but you prove him wrong.

bear with me ^

summary: You have a special guest today, one of the fuzzy kind.

wedding bells @hyungieyoongi

E2L

Jungkook

just a little @soft4gguk

imagine @chryblossomjjk

summary: jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching tv shows. you, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind.

virgin sacrifice @girl8890

summary: Since the day you were born, your parents prepared you for your sacrifice. The whole village knew, and with that everyone stayed away from you. Thinking even just looking at you would make the demon in waiting mad. The demon that has been praying on you since birth, but not for what you expected.

tongue tied @jeonqkooks

summary: “Jeez, you’re acting like I asked to peg you or something.”

when it all falls apart @7deadlysinsfics

summary: what’s there to do when your husband says he thinks he doesn’t love you anymore? you pick up the broken pieces the best you can and try to move on

OT7/Multiple Members

before i leave you ch. 53 @hollyhomburg

summary: A snippet of the future- a flash forward- in which you and jimin reach an agreement.

like crazy @euphoricfilter

summary: the story of why you loved to dance in the rain.

baby @theharrowing

summary: Jimin, aka Baby, doesn't let just anyone have him for free. What a shame that the man he likes spending time with the most is a cop.

red light - white walls @kookieswan

summary: Seokjin’s been away for a while, and it makes him wonder just how much he’s missed. Yoongi, thankfully, is surprisingly loose lipped.

Yoongi

busted @kithtaehyung

summary: when things go a bit south at your house party, decisions between you and yoongi have to be made.

OT7/ Multiple Members

sweeter than sweet @gimmesumsuga

summary: You never would have expected someone like Park Jimin to notice you. As handsome and beguiling as he is deadly, you’re enthralled from the very moment you meet. Addicted to his kiss and his bite, Jimin opens up your eyes to a whole new world of love, lust and seduction.

#jjungkookislife fic rec #jjungkookislife fic rec list #jjungkookislife fic rec masterlist

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Happy New Year everyone!! Enjoy this chapter and new chapters every Monday! 💜💜

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 2: Taboo

Yoongi wakes up the next morning to an empty bed once again. He woke up to see Hyeri off when she left for her early shoot. He made her a quick snack to take with her, then fell right back to sleep the moment she left. Now he’s up again just a mere 3 hours later with an hour to spare before he heads off to his own scheduled shoot.

He rolls out of bed and makes himself a breakfast smoothie. With their world tour coming up he’s been on his pre-comeback diet which he mostly follows except when he’s with Hyeri. The way things have been lately, any time with her is worth breaking his diet.

When the time comes, he gathers everything he’ll need for the day and heads out once a manager arrives to take him to his first stop. Today’s schedule starts with a commercial shoot followed by a short promo shoot for the upcoming New Years Con being streamed on Weverse. After that, it’s dance practice until they all master the choreo or start fighting with each other too much from exhaustion. Then he’ll be in his studio finalizing some songs, making new ones, and working on a few projects he took on when he couldn’t get himself to say no to anyone.

With this schedule he has very little time to look at his phone. It’s nothing new to him and Hyeri though. They’re used to being so busy that they don’t even have a second to send a text to each other, and that’s exactly how Yoongi’s day is going. He gets all the way to practice having only checked his phone once during lunch where he sent Hyeri a quick message telling her to have a good day and that he loves her.

At practice the guys are all still working on perfecting their set list for their tour. They work one song at a time with the choreographer to make sure they have the moves down and then evaluate whether the song order is doable. It’s physically and mentally testing, but again it’s nothing new for these 7 veterans of the business.

During a short break Yoongi takes a seat against the wall next to Jin who hands him a bottle of water. “How do they have so much energy?” Jin asks pointing to Taehyung and Jungkook who are playing around in the middle of the floor.

“Their generation is a different breed,” Yoongi laughs watching along as Jimin and Hoseok record the two youngest’s impromptu breakdance battle on their phones.

When Namjoon enters the room from the bathroom, everyone begins moving into position to get back to practice. However, Namjoon pulls Yoongi to the side first.

“Hey hyung,” Namjoon says in a hushed tone. “I just want to give you a heads up.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and shows Yoongi an article.

BTS SUGA HOLDING HANDS WITH IDOL ACTRESS RAINBOW

Right under the headline is a photo of Yoongi and Hyeri after they ate together the day before. Usually Yoongi, and the rest of the guys, would roll their eyes at such articles. It’s not the first time any of them have been photographed within 10 feet of someone else and had it turn into dating rumors. It’s easy to ignore because it’s typically not long before the chatter dies down and the public has moved on to something else. Usually. But the photo is too damning to be ignored.

For the very brief moment that Yoongi and Hyeri held each other’s hand outside of the restaurant yesterday, someone managed to take a picture of them. Now the image of them with their hands linked while they gaze into each other’s eyes is all over the internet.

Denying the rumors is what they normally would do. It’s easy. But not this time. Namjoon doesn’t have to say anything else to Yoongi because he already knows what this means. He’ll have to make a statement, and denying the relationship may not be so easy this time.

“Have you heard from Rainbow?” Namjoon asks.

“No,” Yoongi says. “I haven’t been on my phone all day.” He reaches for his pocket then realizes he left his phone in his bag in his studio upstairs. He looks at Namjoon wondering if it would upset the others if he ran upstairs for his phone.

“Come on, guys!” Hobi shouts getting in formation.

“You think she’s ok?” Namjoon asks.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi sighs. “Maybe she hasn’t seen anything yet, she’s supposed to be on set all day.”

“Then I’m sure she’s fine,” Namjoon resolves moving to join the rest of the group. “Let’s get this over with.”

The remainder of practice is hardly memorable to Yoongi. His body is there on autopilot, but his mind is far gone. He knew from the start that he and Hyeri’s relationship would be risky. An idol dating is always a hot topic, but two idols dating each other is a much larger issue. He hates the taboo, and while he’s certain there will be many people happy for them, he knows the nasty other side all too well. He can handle it, he has been since before their debut, but he worries about Hyeri.

When Hyeri debuted she was part of a four member girl group called Two Piece under Starlight Entertainment. Although they were under a much smaller company, they still managed to gain a decent following after their debut. Rainbow quickly became known as the adorably shy maknae with the voice to make anyone melt.

Behind the scenes, she found herself afraid to say much for fear that she would be kicked from the group. She got along well with her members, but management kept incredible amounts of pressure on them that had all four of them afraid to say or do anything. They thought the threats of being released would end once they debuted, but it didn’t. Not only that, but everything they did came with punishment. Even when they thought they did well, they were sent home to nothing more than a bowl of rice they had to share.

The company had no money and only one artist. Two Piece. The pressure was heavy because the company was so deep in debt, but no one realized just how much until an exposé was published revealing more than anyone knew was going on.

The CEO of Starlight was found to be in debt to a few powerful figures of the underworld. A gambling addiction, shady financial dealings, and a smuggling operation spanning three countries sent Starlight to its very quick and public demise. The company was shut down and police launched a lengthy investigation.

On top of everything else, Two Piece learned that the rights to all of their music and content was sold off by the CEO to cover some of his debt. It took a long time for authorities to track down who the CEO sold the rights to, but once they did there was nothing they could do. The person was unwilling to cooperate and refused to give ownership back to Two Piece without a large payment. Of course they never saw a dime from anything they had done so they were unable to offer anything.

The cruelty and unfairness of the business resulted in the end of Two Piece. They had hoped to sign elsewhere, but after losing hope in getting their songs back, and losing hope in music altogether, rapper and vocalist EJ quit music for good. She left Seoul and went to stay on her aunt and uncle’s farm in the countryside north of Busan. She comes around once or twice a year to reunite with the rest of the group to catch up a bit, but she maintains a very low key and internet free hermit lifestyle.

Not wanting to carry on as Two Piece without all four members, the remaining three decided to disband and go their separate ways. Leader and main dancer Haeun went on a few dance competition shows before earning recognition as one of the generations best dancers. She remains in Seoul as a dance mentor on idol survivor shows and occasionally hosts dance workshops. Minji, vocalist and second youngest, released two solo albums with a different label before leaving the entertainment business and teaching musical theater at a performing arts school near Seoul.

Lastly, the shy and soft spoken Hyeri aka Rainbow remained in the music business until she recently began her acting career. She’s received lots of positive feedback for her acting from both fans and peers. Colleagues and production staff on every set she’s worked on praise her for being one of the sweetest and easiest people to work with.

It’s been 5 years since the scandal that ended their group, and now Hyeri finds herself sitting at home staring at the photo of her and Yoongi that’s been spreading across the internet all day. She was sent home after finishing only half of her shoot for her “safety” and they promised to reschedule in a few days. She was unsure why until she went back to her dressing room to change and she saw the many messages on her phone.

Minji and Haeun were just checking in on her knowing how hard things can be for her whenever she’s the subject of rumors or anything deemed controversial. Her mom let her know that if she and Yoongi need to disappear for a bit they can always come stay with them in Gwangju. Her manager tells her to get some rest and they’ll talk in the morning. There are a few other messages but none from Yoongi aside from the one he sent her earlier in the day. She figures he must not know yet so instead of messaging him she decides to wait for him to find out on his own. The last thing she wants to do is cause a distraction if he just so happens to look at his phone during practice and sees the news from her.

What she doesn’t realize is Yoongi already knows and after another hour of practice, the guys show mercy and end it early. He’s now running to get his bag out of his studio and he sees it. Messages from everyone. His brother, his mom, some friends. Everyone except Hyeri.

He quickly heads out to his car and rushes home. If she hasn’t seen the news then he wants to be home for her when she does. Just like everyone else close to her, he knows she tends to have a hard time with tabloids. He’s surprised to see the lights on when he gets home and more surprised when he sees Hyeri sitting on the couch in a daze.

“What are you doing home so early?” He asks sitting next to her. “Are you ok?”

“I’m ok,” she says softly. “Why are you home so early?”

He looks her over noticing the redness of her eyes. He can definitely smell the red wine on her breath and see the wad of tissue on the table. She knows.

“I’m here for the same reason you are,” he responds. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

She nods. Sniffs. Her lips tremble. Then she shakes her head.

“Do you think they’ll replace me?” She worries. “What if the company drops me?”

“No,” he says pulling her into an embrace. “They’re not going to replace you or drop you from anything. This shit happens all the time.”

“I know, but what do we say when it’s true? That picture is hard to deny.”

“Well…” he thinks a moment. He had been thinking about this since the moment Namjoon showed him the article. He knows they have to say something, but with that photo he feels denying it would just make them seem like liars. He’d rather break the taboo than be a liar. “Maybe we just tell them the truth.”

“What?” She asks surprised that he would suggest such a thing.

“It’s true, so let’s just admit it. Why should we hide our love because of some stupid societal rule that idols can’t date? I don’t care what anyone has to say about it, I love you and that’s all that matters.”

“I love you too baby, I just,” she pauses and takes a breath. “I need to talk to my manager tomorrow first.”

“What?” He raises a brow.

“Earlier today I got the lead role in that big drama I auditioned for.”

“Really?” He perks up with excitement knowing just how bad she wanted that role and how hard she practiced for it. It’s not only a lead role, but her first lead role. The big opportunity she’d been dreaming about.

“Yeah,” she says shyly. “They offered the part to me this morning. Nothing has been announced yet though, so…I’m scared I may lose it before I even get started.” She sniffles trying to hide her worried tears.

“Babe,” he says squeezing her tighter. “First I’m so proud of you! And second, this isn’t a reason for you to lose your role.” He cups her cheeks in his hands and gives her a quick peck. “It’ll be ok. Talk to your manager in the morning, but you shouldn’t worry. If we go public then we won’t have to hide anymore. We won’t have to sneak around in the middle of the night anymore.”

He’s hopeful. More than hopeful. He’s never been one to shy away from opposing societal norms, this would be his chance to break down another wall. Not that he’s looking for that praise, he simply just wants to go out with his love without the world trying to make it seem like he’s a bad guy.

Hyeri loves Yoongi’s bold defiance. It’s part of the reason why she fell in love with him. She admires how easy it is for him to throw caution to the wind and do as he pleases regardless of what others think. She feels confident and secure with him, but she’s still scared. The thought of losing her lead role or being embroiled in anything controversial makes her heart race. She’s worked so hard, she can’t lose this now.

When Hyeri talks to her manager the next morning, she feels even more scared. Big Hit gave Yoongi the choice to put out whatever statement he wants either to confirm or deny the relationship. JJS told Hyeri that they would deny the rumors. Yoongi was ready to shout from the rooftops that he and Hyeri are together. Then she told him what her company told her.

She’s a fresh budding actress about to star in her first lead role. Dating rumors would not only cause a negative distraction to the show that’s meant to be highly anticipated, but also would look bad for her image. Aside from the fact that she’s an idol, she’s also a new actress and the best roles are given to those who are young and available. The pure and innocent. The perfect star for a drama that calls for a lovable but oblivious female lead. Being in a romantic relationship with a member of the biggest group on the planet would send her image in a direction that her company doesn’t want.

“Did you even try to stand up for yourself?!” Yoongi shouts jumping up from the couch after she tells him the result of the conversation with her manager.

“What was I supposed to say?” Hyeri shouts back not quite bold enough to stand along with him. He’s 3 inches taller than her so it wouldn’t do her any good. “I could lose everything!”

“But you don’t mind losing me?” He huffs.

“Yoongi, you know that’s not it! You know this is my dream! You know how scared I am of having it taken away from me! What could I do?!”

“Stand your ground, Na Hyeri!!” He understands that she’s not typically the one who’s able to speak up when it comes to defying anything a superior says, but he thought she at least loved him enough to try.

“I don’t have a ground to stand on!” She cries in frustration. “I’m not a member of the biggest fucking group in the world! I can’t just say something and have the world cater to my every need! I can’t rebel knowing I have millions of fans around the world to carry me no matter what!”

“The number of fans you have has nothing to do with you speaking up for yourself!”

“Says the one who doesn’t have to worry about that shit!” She finally stands looking up at him. She doesn’t care that he’s taller, she’s pissed and he needs to know it. “You’re so far up in your cloud that you forget how it is for those of us that can’t just walk into a building and have everyone obey our every command!”

“That’s not-“

“I can’t just go against the company!” She stomps her foot about to completely explode. “I worked too hard to lose this, Yoongi! I love you but I can’t sacrifice my dream just to be a rebel or some shit! I’m not you!”

“Hye-“

“No!” She interrupts. “No matter what you say it won’t change the fact that we’re on much different levels. No one gives a shit about me. There’s a line of people waiting to take my place and I haven’t even started. I have a ways to go to build even half the following and support you have. I can’t do anything outside of the company’s wishes. I just need you to understand that.”

“I do, Hyeri, but I need you to understand that you’re not going to instantly lose everything because we tell the world we’re dating. Even if you do I can take care of you and anything you need. I can put you in contact with anyone you want and you’ll be fine.”

“Yoongi,” she sighs stepping back. “They’re already getting ready to put the statement out. It’s out of my hands.”

She walks off and goes into the bedroom leaving Yoongi standing in the middle of the living room. He knows she has a hard time with these things and he knows it’s not entirely wrong of her to fear for her job because of it. But he also feels like she should trust him more.

Either way, he’s not happy right now. He packs his work bag and decides to leave for his studio. He’s got a small bit of time before he has to jump right into the day’s schedule, so he’ll take this time to work on the things he didn’t work on yesterday and simply cool off a bit. Because as if he wasn’t already upset, Hyeri giving him the silent treatment before he left didn’t make things any better.

The statement from JJS denying the dating rumors only said they’re just friends who went out for a meal. Nothing more to it. Yoongi decided he didn’t want Big Hit to put out a statement at all. If that’s the statement her company is going with then he’d rather just stay silent. Either way, it hurts him.

He never thought he’d hurt over something like this. Maybe he’s being too emotional and not very logical. Maybe he’s letting his heart get the best of him.

He works all day but he’s not mentally present. He knows everyone else saw the statement. He knows they’re trying hard to not mention it. They’re trying hard to make things seem normal, but it’s not working well.

Hobi’s face can never tell a lie, and the way his mouth twists into a concerned frown when he sees Yoongi miss a step in practice is all too noticeable. Instead of scolding Yoongi as he normally would, he stays silent when Yoongi forgets a move. Hobi lets it slide when he does it again. After the fourth time Yoongi knows it’s intentional. There’s never a practice where Hobi isn’t catching and calling out every dance mistake. Yoongi thought him letting it go the first time was generous, but now its too much. Yoongi can tell Hobi doesn’t want to say or do anything that may make him more upset in any way.

Yoongi hates it. He hates the big ass elephant in the room. He hates that something so trivial is effecting him this bad. He hates that by the time he’s done with practice and back in his studio he hasn’t heard a word from Hyeri. That hurts.

Hyeri had her shoot rescheduled for the following day which left her with the entire day to herself. She spent most of the time reading comments online after the dating rumors were denied. Lots of people don’t believe it, but others are taking the statement at face value and not questioning it any further. It’s a mixed bag which doesn’t make her feel much better about the decision, but she knows there’s nothing she could have done.

She hates fighting with Yoongi. She knew he’d be upset but she wishes he’d be more understanding of her side of things. To her, all she can do is ride on whatever the company says. She’s gone through the worst, but JJS managed to earn her trust. They never treated her badly and even apologized to her when she left her badge at home and had to go through management to get a temporary one so she could get in the building. This company treats her like a valued family member, not a bad dog, and she can’t possibly get herself to do anything against whatever they suggest to her.

She can’t lose this.

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mamayan · 10 months

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Just thoughts I need to let out or I’ll die

NSFW ⚠️ MDNI ⚠️

Okay but Taishiro… ＿|￣|○ …♡ ♡ ♡

Hear me out please!

Your sweet pro hero comes home after a long hard day of catching bad guys, being used as a human shield, dealin’ with sharp little gremlins Eijirio *cough* Tetsutetsu that are all fired up to fight the bad guys but end up getting themselves beat up.

FatGum is tired. He’s hungry. He’s a little deflated and in need of some serious lovin’… that’s where you come in.

As he walks through the front door, having long gone over his usual hour of returning home, you see the state he’s in. He tries to put on that sweet smile but he’s fooling no one.

You’re starting the recharge process immediately.

Food is already still warm and ready to be plated for him to eat. You’re ushering him to his special seat (since he’s broken many chairs in search of this one which holds him perfectly). Giving him the generous portions he loves. He’s 10% right now.

Then you’re running him a bath, throwing in the epsom salt, setting the humidifier and essential oils to his favorite setting and scent. He’s hitting about 25%.

Then while he’s bathing, you enter, surprising the hero in his gigantic custom tub. You’re only wearing a small towel as you pad over the tiles to him, sitting on a stool to help reach and wash his hair!♡ He’s being given the best scalp massage, your fingers working magic down to his neck and even his jaw where he hadn’t noticed he’d been tense. Those hero grins will do that. Your sweet hero is rising to about 40%. He finally feels clean and more relaxed already.

You’d washed the bedding today anyway, so Tai is just so happy to slip into a clean warm bed as you dry his hair. You’re both in PJs, a good amount of snacks in arms reach as the Tv plays Tai’s favorite crime fighting investigation show (come at me, he’d definitely be a nerd for something like Criminal Minds). Your man is pushing around 60% now.

That’s when you move his snacks out of the way to straddle him. Right over his cock still safely tucked in his sweats. He’d be a bit surprised but happy to support your hips to keep you stead on top of him. He’d quickly grow hard underneath you as you whisper praises and love to him, all while dragging your hands down his torso and to his draw string. “I’m so proud of you gummy, my hero being so wonderful and amazing, I just want to spoil you ♡” “You’ve been working so hard Tai, I haven’t had any chance to love on you recently.” “Let me make you feel good.” He’ll be flushed and heavy lidded if you say the last line. His heavy cock pressed to you as you grind down on him. 70% here, he’s awake now.

Pull his pants down and reveal his thick veiny cock. His precum already dotting the reddened tip. He’ll visibly shiver when you wrap both hands around him and give a few gentle squeezes and pumps. “Fuck, look at ya suga’, fuck, so good…” he can’t help it when he moans long and loud as you wrap your lips around the head and suck. He’ll accidentally buck up a little too, sinking into your wet hot mouth and nearly losing his mind right there. Even though his dick is well above the average, you’ve perfected the best method to take him without feeling overwhelmed. Relaxing your jaw, you take a little more of him, before dropping one hand to his balls.

He really does lose it now. He’s super sensitive there, and your hands and mouth drive him straight into an orgasm.

You’re struggling to swallow, the enormous amount of cum spilling out your mouth and down to your chest while Tai watches the erotic display and trying to catch his breath. He’s a bit drained physically from the intense orgasm, but overall he’s at 99% now in terms of mood.

He’s dragging you into his arms and up his chest, dragging your bottoms off in favor of letting you straddle his face.

Then he’s devouring you. He’s licking all over, and inside, and leaving you a whiny shaking mess as he consumes his favorite dessert. When you’ve sufficiently soaked his face and chest with your cum, he’ll finally take you both into the bathroom to get cleaned up again… except this time it seems to be you getting pampered.

The BMI hero is now at 100%

#taishiro toyomitsu #fatgum #bnha #mdni #Drabble #my thoughts lol sorry not sorry #I just wanted domestic fluff #18+ please

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melhive · 4 months

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DaiSuga | M rated (possibly E) | 4/8 CH | 21k (for now)

Hey there! Happy delayed birthday for our best boy Daichi and late first DaiSuga day of the year!

In his honour, I offer you my very first ever written piece where I make fun of him for being a bit too dense for his own and Suga's good heart.

Everything is done, my amazing beta Rose is just in the trenches fighting the evil verbal tenses for me so I only posted the first half so far. Second part (closing 58k) should come within the next week!

#I wrote a thing and I'm scared #daisuga #sugawara koushi #sawamura daichi #daichi x sugawara #daichi #sugawara #daichi sawamura #koushi sugawara #daisuga fic #haikyuu fic #hq fanfic #fanfic #daisuga fanfic #ao3 fanfic #haikyuu

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still-with-koo · 1 year

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Just Neighbours | MYG | KSJ

Series: Chapter One

summary: You move to a new city hoping to leave behind all the fragmented memories of your past. But the universe has other plans for you. Instead of helping you move on from the one person that haunts you still, the universe brings him straight to you. Is it a cruel joke, or is fate taking its final aim?

pairing: yoongi x reader; seokjin x reader; maybe some jimin x reader

wc: 2,211

genre/warnings/rating: 15+; slow burn; angst; fluff; exes to something… maybe friends, maybe lovers; some idiots to lovers; some enemies to friends to lovers; there’s pining, more so in future chapters; some pov switches; mentions of emotional abuse; mentions of infidelity; mentions of stringing someone along; some (poor) attempts at humour; oc gets embarrassed a lot; oc can be a bit insensitive; a few swear words; some self esteem issues come up down the line; kissing; sexual innuendos; suggestive themes; there may be explicit sexual content in future chapters. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

playlist: song request by lee sora feat. suga; fairytale by seori; independence by blue.d

a/n: this was my first attempt at a slow burn angst-heavy series. it’ll take a few (hopefully) unexpected turns with a few broken hearts, angry words, and some cozy loving strewn throughout the series

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4

The sunlight feels comforting against the bare skin peeking out beneath your overalls. You take in a deep breath, adjusting the box of plants and books hinging against your hip. These are the final remnants of your old life. Things that bring about a comforting nostalgia that can evolve with you.

You look both ways before crossing the street, leaving behind the bus stop that connects your past life with your new one. Your new life begins at this moment and you are ready.

Sure, you’re nervous about leaving your family and friends behind in a town that served you well. But you need a fresh start. You need to take your mind off the painful memories that had plagued your empty thoughts these last few years.

Past a sweet old couple guiding each other down the street, you spot Hinton Towers. Beautiful and majestic against the skyline littered with soft cotton clouds and a deep blue tinted sky. To the untrained eye, it looks like any other high rise home to countless others living in this beautiful city. But there is one very distinct difference. It’s yours.

You push open the glass doors with some effort, smiling brightly at the pretty girl in a muted pantsuit passing you through the doors.

The reception area is right next to the entrance. A slightly harried, hunched over woman is typing away at her keyboard, seemingly ambivalent to the bustle of people crowding the lobby area.

You take in the whole view. It’s beautiful. Well lit with the help of ceiling length windows and bright lights adorning the eggshell speckled walls. Marble tiles extend across the large expanse of the floors and lead right up to two giant columns standing guard on either side of the double elevators.

Your eye catches on the couches. The well kept interior contrasts rather unexpectedly with the unusual couches lining the lobby, an ugly chartreuse colour that seems out of place in the otherwise beautiful space.

You walk past the ugly couches and sturdy wooden tables to the bespectacled receptionist, a bright “good morning” your attempt at a good first impression.

She lifts her head towards you, her brows furrowing as she takes in your smiling face. Her response to you sounds more like a question than a greeting.

“Hello?”

“I’m Y/N L/N. I was told they’ve put me in 1905?”

The receptionist returns to her monitor and types away for a few moments before letting out a “hmm, ah yes, I see.”

She pushes her half-rimmed spectacles back up her nose, a forced smile now straining her features.

“Yes, your room been changed to accommodate another resident. I’ll retrieve your new set of keys. Drop your old ones in that slot.”

She gestures vaguely down the counter and you follow her gaze to a small receptacle. You struggle with the box still hanging off your hip but manage to remove the first set from your pocket.

When you return she is still rummaging inside the counter to find your keys.

As you wait, you ask her what you think is a pretty logical question.

“What about the stuff I had already moved in?”

She doesn’t even spare you a glance as she answers, as if the answer should be obvious to you.

“They’ve been removed and relocated to your new room,” she stops her movements to look up at you with a click her tongue, “room 1905.”

You watch her with mild interest as she returns to rummaging through the drawer when you hear it.

A soft chuckle. The one that sends bolts of electricity down your spine. The vibrations from the sound still your movements and heighten your senses. Your mind floods with every moment that preceded this one containing that same soft chuckle. The bright twinkling eyes, the gummy smile, the rumble of his chest against your back, the way his calloused hands would always find a way to wrap around yours.

It can’t be.

You slowly turn towards the sound and take in the crowd of faces, each one both familiar and strange at the same time. But none of them bring on the pang you know his face would bring.

You shake your head sadly, realizing the ghost of him haunts you still, reminding you that you’re still not over him.

Then you feel it. Your heart registers his face before you do. And you see him.

Emerging from behind the obelisk column is the soft angelic face of the man you never thought you would see again. Min Yoongi. His hair is much darker now, but there is no mistaking him.

You have only a split second to decide your next move before his eyes land on you.

“Miss L/N, here are your—”

Your fight or flight response kicks in and before you realize, you’re diving behind the ugly couch, nearly scattering the contents of your box. But you hold on, setting the box down carefully and leaning back against your hands.

As you catch your breath you assure yourself he didn’t see you. That’s a relief at least.

It’s been such a long time since you last saw him. The last thing you want to do right now is have an awkward reunion. And what would you say to him? What could you say?

“Miss L/N. What are you doing down there?”

You look up towards her voice, noticing the receptionist is now on her feet and straining over the countertop.

You mouth an “I’m sorry” before pressing an index finger to your lips, your eyes desperately pleading with her not to give you away.

The receptionist on the other hand doesn’t seem to understand nor care about your predicament. Ignoring your plea, she holds out your keys, a stern, annoyed look etched across her rather severe features.

“Miss, please take your keys.”

You once again mouth words to her, asking her to wait “just one second.”

She stares back in amazement, clearly not able to put two and two together. Was it not obvious that you were hiding?

You can’t help but sigh at this unusual turn of events. This was not the first impression you were hoping to make at your new apartment. But at this point, you’re too far gone. It’s too late to pull out now.

You take in a few deep breaths and get on your knees to covertly peer over the edge of the couch.

He’s gone.

Relieved, you gather your box and rise to your feet when you catch a dark figure cross the floor towards the counter.

You freeze.

It’s Yoongi.

“Hi Muriel. I was wondering if my package came in yet? They said it would be any day now.”

The receptionist’s attention shifts to the man standing in front of her. And so does yours.

You bite your lip.

He’s a little buffer than you remember, his broad back and shoulders filling out his grey t-shirt much more than they used to.

Shit. You shouldn’t be thinking about that.

Ok, focus Y/N.

Did he see you?

Unlikely.

You notice the receptionist’s hand is still extended towards you, keys perched precariously between her fingertips.

Well… they are your keys.

Without a second thought, you step towards the counter and snatch your keys. The receptionist gasps at your touch, startled by your boldness once again. Of course.

But you also startle Yoongi.

Anxious to grab your keys, you’re careless in your movements and accidentally brush against Yoongi as you reach for them. You sense his face turn towards you at the touch.

For a split second, it feels like time stands still. His woodsy scent wafts to your nostrils and a memory settles into your vision, the morning he thanked you for buying him this cologne, his strong arms wrapping around your body, his lips on your neck. You hear your heart thud against your chest, confusing emotions swirling in your head.

But you don’t linger, whispering a quick “sorry” before turning away, foot steps quick and determined.

You keep your eyes trained on the elevators in your sight. Just a few metres before you’re clear—

“Y/N?”

The sound of Yoongi’s voice stops you dead in your tracks. You shift the box a little in your arms as you contemplate your options.

None.

Alright, you knew this day would come. No big deal. Just turn around and say hello. Hello Yoongi. Just like that. It’ll be fine.

As you slowly turn around, you hear a melodic voice ring out, the sound drawing the attention of everyone in her immediate vicinity.

“Yoongs, what is taking you so long? I can’t keep the car idling.”

You catch sight of the pretty girl from before, the one in the muted pantsuit. Her hands are now clinging onto his arm, attempting to drag him away.

But hold on. That’s not Miranda… is it?

Memories upon memories sift through your mind but it seems the intervening years have functioned as a sieve, leaving only Yoongi to remain. You can’t seem to place her face anymore. Nor her voice, even if her last words to you are burned into your brain.

“He was always mine, Y/N. You were just a fun little distraction.”

Yoongi pulls away a bit from the girl, his words soft but a little rushed.

“It won’t be long, I just wanted to—”

Yoongi turns back towards you, his eyes searching for yours, trying to confirm his suspicion. It’s you. He’s sure of it. It has to be you.

But you’re gone.

You’re now jabbing the close button on the elevator panel like your life depends on it. As the doors close you glance through the slit and see Yoongi looking at the spot where you had been standing — the ghost of you.

You then see his gaze shift towards the elevators. Towards you.

Right before the doors close you swear you make eye contact.

But it doesn’t matter.

You had promised yourself you would do everything you could to forget him. The years in between have not been easy but you’ve done well for yourself. You’re no longer a broken shell. Maybe you’re still working on wiping away the graffiti of his name on your heart, but you will never stop trying to move on. And you will move out from the building if you have to. A promise is a promise.

Yoongi is left staring at the elevator doors close as the girl watches him curiously.

Her eyes follow Yoongi’s gaze and it dawns on her that she must have interrupted something.

“Who was that, Yoongi?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer her though.

Instead he just puts his hands in his pockets, eyes still glued to partition between the elevator doors.

After a moment, he faces the girl again, a ghost of a smile tracing over his lips.

“Ready to go, Rosie?”

Later that night, you lie awake in your new bed, an ache in your chest as thoughts float through the endless sky of your mind, unsure if you miss your old bed… or something else.

At least you don’t have to worry about moving. Your best friend calmed you down after your run-in with Yoongi, convincing you to stay.

“I’ve been living at my building for years and I don’t think I’ve ever seen more than a handful of my neighbours. Moving is too drastic, Y/N.”

“I know, Jimin. It’s just… I don’t know if I can handle seeing him again.”

“Come on, what are the chances of running into him again?”

“About the same as they were today.”

“Fair. But what are the chances of running into him a second time?”

It’s immaterial either way. This is your home just as much as it is his. You don’t have to rearrange your entire life because of him. You just have to stay away from him. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?

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jung-koook · 1 year

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230512 - bts on twitter: Tune in to SiriusXM K-Pop (ch. 105) May 12-14 for an #AgustD Takeover (aka #SUGA of @/bts_bighit ), as he shares stories about his debut solo album, D-Day, his ongoing world tour, and much more!

#yoongi #bts #suga #bangtan #twitter

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sinisxtea · 7 days

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ok so i did the “how long does it take for my keyboard to recognize nct” trend and 😔 (long post cause i did my other ult groups too)

tae - taeyong

taei - taeil

jo - johnny

yu - yuta

jae - jaehyun

jun - jungwoo

doy - doyoung

ma - mark

hae - haechan

ren - renjun

jen - jeno

ja - jaemin

ch - chenle

ji - jisung

ku - kun

ten - ten

winw - winwin

x - xiaojun

hen - hendery

ya - yangyang

sio - sion

rik - riku

yus - yushi

jaehee - jaehee ☹️

ry - ryo

sak - sakuya

bonus enhypen:

hees - heesung

j - jay

jak - jake

sung - sunghoon

sun - sunoo

jung - jungwon

ni - niki

(g)i-dle :

miyeon - miyeon 😔

minn - minnie

so - soyeon

yuq - yuqi

shuh - shuhua

aespa:

kar - karina

gis - giselle

wint - winter

nin - ningning

txt:

soo - soobin

beom - beomgyu

yeo - yeonjun

huening kai - huening kai 💔

tae - taehyun

zb1:

jiwoo - jiwoong

zh - zhanghao

hanb - hanbin

mat - matthew

taer - taerae

r - ricky

gyuvi - gyuvin

gunwo - gunwook

yuji - yujin

riize:

shot - shotaro

eun - eunseok

sungch - sungchan

wonb - wonbin

seu - seunghan

soh - sohee

an - anton

skz:

bangc - bangchan

lee k - lee know / minh - minho

chan - changbin

hyu - hyunjin

ha - han

fel - felix

seungm - seungmin

jeon - jeongin

svt:

scoup - scoups

jeongh - jeonghan

jos - joshua

ju - jun

hosh - hoshi

wonwo - wonwoo

wooz - woozi

dk - dk

mingy - mingyu

mi - minghao (i never call him the8 smh)

seungkw - seungkwan

vern - vernon

din - dino

p1harmony:

kee - keeho

theo - theo

jiu - jiung

int - intak

sou - soul

jongs - jongseob

bts (for fun lmfao):

jin - jin

sug - suga

j-h - j-hope

namj - namjoon

jim - jimin

taehy - taehyung

jungk - jungkook

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sinkat-arts · 2 months

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Blood Upon The Snow

Ch 14: After, and Always | Daisuga | ~22k | Rated E Cowboy Monster Hunter Suga | Shapeshifter Daichi

“Me for you,” Daichi murmured, “And you for me.” “Us,” Koushi answered to complete the thought.

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Epilogue: Courage | Daisuga | ~12k | Rated E Cowboy Monster Hunter Suga | Shapeshifter Daichi

The feelings washing over him were at odds with each other, pulling him every which way. There was the rough scrape of grief in his heart, but right next to it, a little pearl of happiness for the memory.

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#daisuga #sugawara koushi #sawamura daichi #monster hunter suga #but not anymore #shapeshifter daichi #enemies to lovers #angst with a happy ending #and here's the ending #kinda crazy #it was supposed to be a short excuse to make daichi a monster and suga a bit of a hardass #and then have some monsterfuckery #and then it became about grief and loss and self forgiveness?????#and it was Important To Me????#anyway this is four chapters worth of words crammed into two #happy heart day I guess #blood upon the snow

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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year

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☆ title: redefining (ch. 10) | ( ch. 9 ) ☆ ( ch. 11 - wip )

☆ pairing: cop!daichi sawamura x single mom!reader

☆ wc: 4.1k

☆ synopsis: four years after leaving your toxic ex, you find yourself a single mom to a 10-year-old boy named musubi, who harbors a lot of misdirected anger. you hear from his fifth grade teacher, mr. suga, more often than your own mother and a resulting friendship is born. meeting suga’s best friend wages a war between your head and your heart - one that challenges everything you think you know about love and police officers. neither are to be trusted. both have left you lost and scared when you needed them the most. so, when a cop comes knocking at love’s door, just how strong is your resolve to keep your heart under lock and key?

☆ warnings/notes: sfw (but suggestive). cop!daichi. lots of too much alcohol consumption. daichi being a drunk, belligerent asshole. vomiting (gratuitous, crack). ANGSTY AS FUCK (don't come for me). mutual pining. jealousy. cheating (mention). appearances: suga, asahi, kuroo, bokuto, yui.

Every now and then she goes off though Beating on his chest like a bongo He understands she’s coming from a hurt place Answers all the questions on her survey Doesn’t get jealous, doesn’t break trust Doesn’t call her ‘hoe’ after hang-ups Give her everything she ever wanted And even though she still feels haunted She’s falling in love now

Losin' Control - Russ

You pulled up to the bar on the square, luckily finding a parking spot right in front. Flipping your visor down and sliding the mirror cover over, you checked your hair and makeup. This was the most nervous you’d been about seeing Daichi since you met him.

You had reached out to him a couple of days after he left the other morning without saying goodbye. He was friendly, cordial. But other than asking about how the disciplinary hearing had gone at school and how things were going with Subi at home, he’d kept the conversation light and superficial, giving short answers to your questions about how things were going with him. For the first time since meeting him, the conversation had felt forced. You felt as though you were prying, like he didn’t have any interest in sharing details about his day or life with you anymore. Just as you were about to give up on the awkward exchange, however, he had told you that Suga and the guys were meeting up Friday night at the bar they frequented and asked if you’d like to join them. You had brightened up, figuring if Daichi really had no interest in you anymore he wouldn’t be asking you to hang out.

You touched up your lipgloss before closing it up and dropping it in your clutch. You looked stunning and the little black dress you wore gave you the extra boost in confidence you needed as you said to your reflection, “Knock ‘em dead, girl,” before sliding the mirror closed and flipping the visor up.

You drew a deep breath and exhaled as you pulled one of the heavy doors open, heart leaping in anticipation of seeing the man you’d been sleeping with for the past few weeks. You took a few steps inside, stopping to look around the dark, spacious room for a familiar face. After scanning the loud, crowded area you spotted Daichi standing at the bar looking good enough to eat. He wore a red button-up with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his tan, muscular forearms. His hair was styled in the usual way - thick, dark brown spikes pushed back away from his forehead. The butterflies in your stomach did back flips when you saw the smile on his face - the kind that reached his eyes and made the bridge of his nose crinkle.

That was until you saw the dainty hand with pink fingernails come to rest on his bicep. Your heart turned to black ice as it plummeted to your toes when you realized his smile was for the woman standing in front of him: his ex-girlfriend, Yui.

She leaned into him as the two once-lovebirds shared a laugh. Your choked breath wrenched in your throat and stabbed at your lungs. Her hand stroked his arm before patting his chest - the same chest you’d fallen asleep on so many times while listening to his heartbeat. But she had been there first and for far longer.

You felt sick.

You wanted to run so far away, to be anywhere but here where you suddenly felt like an intruder. But your feet were frozen like cold and fated anchors to the beer-stained floor beneath you. You barely heard Suga’s voice over your pounding heart when he stood and cheerily called out for you. Hearing your name, Daichi’s smile was wiped clear off his handsome face when he finally looked beyond Yui’s shoulder and caught sight of you. From the guys’ table, Suga’s eyes followed your gaze across the room to find Daichi looking right back at you like a deer caught in headlights with his oblivious ex-girlfriend hanging onto him, resting the side of her head on his shoulder as she laughed.

“Shit,” Suga said under his breath. Asahi, Bokuto, and Kuroo all looked at him, none of them having any idea what was happening.

You and the cop both stood like that, staring at one another for what seemed like ages as the bar and everyone else in it fell away - another silent exchange that said it all. You took your first breath in several seconds, shallow and turbulent as your vision blurred with fat, burning tears.

Daichi’s eyes never left you when he set his drink down on the bar and walked away from Yui while she was mid-sentence. Unapologetically forcing his way between bodies, he took the straightest line towards you, snapping you out of your torturous trance. The closer he got, the harder it became to breathe. You had turned on your heels and were reaching for the double doors when you heard Daichi’s voice boom out your name, but you had to get out of there if you had any hope of breathing again.

Suga, having turned his attention back to you in time to see you pushing one of the doors open, quickly looked back to see Daichi halfway across the huge bar room. Ignoring the other guys’ concerned questions, the grey-haired male said, “I’ll be right back” before rushing in hot pursuit to make sure everything was okay.

You’d just made it to the driver’s side of your car, shaky hands fumbling with your keys when Daichi burst through the bar doors.

“Y/N! STOP!”

But you ignored him in favor of hitting the unlock button on your key fob and reaching for your car door. He repeated himself, more forcefully this time, using his cop voice out of habit as he closed the space between you. He reached for your arm, but you spun around and yanked it away as tears dripped from your once flawless face.

“No, you stop, Daichi! Just go back in there and fuck your ex-girlfriend! You invited me here to what? Watch you get back together with her? Just how cruel can you be?”

He watched the tears wobble in your eyes. “I’m not even here with her! She just happened to be standing at the bar when I went to get a drink and we started talking! I don’t want her, y/n, I want you!”

Just then, Suga made it to the door, barely cracking it open when he heard the two of you yelling at each other. He stopped and listened, but hung back enough that neither of you were aware of his presence. His heart pounded as his two closest friends laid into each other.

“Oh? Is that why you introduced me to her as your friend the other night? Then snuck out of my house the next morning without saying shit to me? Do you really expect me to believe that was pure coincidence?”

“Well, isn’t that what we are? Just friends?” Daichi retorted, getting right to the point.

“We’re a little more than just friends, Daichi,” you said with an incredulous laugh.

“Would you have liked it better if I introduced you as my fuck buddy, then?”

“You don’t have to be a smartass about it, Daichi!”

“And you don’t have to be a jealous girlfriend about it, y/n!”

“I’m not your girlfriend!”

“Exactly! So why are you stirring the shitpot with me tonight? Even if I am fucking my ex - which I’m not! - what the fuck do you care? Hm? Maybe you do wanna be with me?!”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, feigning indifference. “Please. You’re not even my type.”

Without missing a beat, Daichi quipped back. “What, not toxic enough for ya?”

You whipped around to face him again, your eyebrows knitting. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I know I treat you right and respect your boundaries! I want to take care of you, but you only seem to be interested in emotionally unavailable asshats who want to take advantage of you!”

“How dare you-” you hissed through gritted teeth.

“What, tell you the truth? You think I don’t see it? You think I don’t know what your fucking game is? Once again, pushing me away, trying to sabotage everything between us? Why? Because that’s what’s familiar to you? Staying and being honest about how you feel makes you uncomfortable as fuck, doesn’t it?”

You cut him off, “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are-”

“I think I’m the guy who can make you happy-”

“I’m already happy!” you snapped, eyebrows deeply knitted and your lips twisting in an effort to keep more tears from falling before sliding into the driver’s seat.

Daichi put his hands up in sarcastic surrender as he took a couple of steps back. “I rest my case,” he said calmly with a victorious smirk.

“Fuck you, Daichi!” You slammed the door, backed out, and peeled away from the bar.

Suga stepped outside as Daichi watched your tail lights disappear. He ran his fingers through his hair with a growl before yelling “FUCK!” out into the night.

“Hey, bro…” Suga said gingerly, testing the waters. “Are you gonna go after her?”

Daichi’s laugh sounded borderline maniacal as he turned and swatted his arm at the notion, batting it away. “No! She wants to be left alone, let her be alone! I’ve had enough of her sanctimonious shit for one night! I’m going to have a good time!” he said, marching indignantly back inside the bar.

Suga sighed before turning and following suit.

Less than a mile from the bar, you couldn’t see through the tears and had to pull over. Daichi had cut right to the core of your insecurities, pulled them out, and held them up to the painful light of scrutiny. He had exposed you. He had left your ego standing naked after stripping you bare of your bullshit. He had seen right through you all along and it left you feeling embarrassed, vulnerable, and ashamed.

You had stopped crying by the time you made it back home, but your embarrassment and shame had turned to anger and resentment. To say you were pissed off at Daichi was a worthy contender for the Understatement of the Year award.

“This guy! The fucking audacity!” you yelled to no one as you opened the front door. “He can kiss my ass! Make me happy…” You threw your coat to the foyer floor as you grumbled on, your self-righteous rant continuing as you stomped through the empty house. “I can make my damn self happy! I can take care of myself! I don’t need a man, especially not him! Stupid jerkwad of a cop!”

You yanked your phone out of your clutch and checked your phone to see that Suga had texted you. You cursed your disappointment at Daichi’s apparent lack of concern or effort to make sure you’d even made it home safely. Fuck him.

SugaPie: please let me know you made it home okay?

You: I’m home.

SugaPie: are you okay? you want me to come over?

You: I just wanna be alone right now.

SugaPie: okay, let me know if you change your mind. I’ve got my phone on vibrate.

You: k, thanks.

Back at the bar, Daichi had been throwing the drinks back with abandon. His frustration level had been rising for a couple of weeks, since the day after your stargazing…whatever the hell it was. He’d tried being patient, he’d tried bottling it up, he’d even taken a page from your book and tried putting cold distance between you. After your argument outside that night, his patience had reached a tipping point, and what better way to blow off steam than to get piss drunk and flirt with Yui. He wouldn’t normally reduce himself to such immature behavior but at his lowest, even the stable and responsible Daichi Sawamura had it in him to be a manipulative, petulant asshole.

Suga groaned as he watched Daichi regress 15 years and act a fool all night. He tried a couple of times to lure him away from Yui with excuses about why he needed to come hang out with his bros, but every time he’d get Daichi away from her it was only a matter of time before she came prancing back over to wherever he was.

Suga never really cared for her, to be honest. He was only one of a few people who knew that she had cheated on Daichi last year with his buddy from middle school. And he certainly didn’t want to see his best friend piss away whatever was left between the two of you by letting him do something stupid…like Yui, for example.

But Daichi became increasingly agitated and (accurately) accused Suga of cockblocking every time he tried to maneuver him away from his ex. Finally, Suga threw his hands in the air and settled for keeping an eye on his drunk friend from a distance. Having to be the adult supervision for Daichi was a rarity, but when it was necessary, everyone looked to the former vice captain. If he hadn’t already been at the bar tonight, the other guys would’ve called him. Suga’s the only one of them Daichi has never tried to fight when he’s been drunk and acting like a raging prick.

The more Daichi drank the louder he got. He was slurring his speech and had stumbled into another guy. From his perch at the table, Suga’s eyes grew as wide as saucers when the guy, probably equally as drunk, bowed up to Daichi and exchanged some heated words. Fortunately, it didn’t escalate beyond that since the other guy tucked tail and backed off when Daichi flashed his badge and told the guy to fuck off.

For the rest of the night, Suga strategically placed himself mere feet from Daichi wherever he went so that if something popped off, he’d be in the wings to help his buddy out. Even if said buddy was acting like a douchenozzle at the moment, he was still his best friend.

The bartenders shouted last call when Daichi and Yui made their way to the back door and out onto the bar’s patio. Sneaky Suga followed far enough behind that they were unaware of his presence. It wasn’t as crowded out there and after some more playful banter, Suga watched as Yui placed her hand on Daichi’s cheek and pulled him down for a kiss. Not only did Daichi not back away or try to stop her, he kissed her back. Hard. With a lot of tongue.

Suga decided it was time to step in when his bestie suddenly doubled over and puked his guts out, barely missing Yui’s face and hitting her shoes instead. She shrieked and backed away with something between disgust and shock all over her face.

“Jesus Christ! Okay loverboy, let’s get you home!” Suga said with a grimace as he patted Daichi’s back.

Daichi pushed Suga’s hand away and spit on the ground before looking at him with half-open, unfocused eyes. “Nah, fuck that! I’m goin’ home witfh Yui ‘n m’gonna fugck ‘er!”

Suga wanted to punch his friend in his stupid, inebriated face, but didn’t want to get any vomit on his hand so he kept his cool and said, “I think you just blew your chances of that all over her feet, Daichi.”

Daichi groaned.

“Dude, listen. I get that you’re pissed at y/n, but as your friend I’m advising you to keep your dick dry tonight or you’ll seriously regret it.” Suga glanced over at a still-surprised Yui, knowing she could hear him, but fuck it. She wasn’t very smart, but he knew she could do enough math in her head to understand that “y/n” was far more than a friend to Daichi. “Y/n is probably asleep in her bed right now and to be perfectly honest, bro, that’s where you should be too! Not here trying to get even with her by fucking your ex.”

“F’m gonna do th’time, migh’ as well do th’crime,” he slurred, weakly swatting at Suga with a hiccup.

“Then I’m making a citizen’s arrest,” Suga said, making Daichi laugh. “Come on, let’s go.”

Suga pulled his friend’s arm across his shoulders and his arm around his back, but Daichi’s hand went down hard on the patio table beside them as his laughter turned to anguish, Yui long forgotten. “‘M fallin for ‘er, Suga! ‘M fuggin fallin’n love with ‘er!” Daichi lamented, drunk crying with his arm covering his glassy, bloodshot eyes.

Asahi saw Suga stumbling inside with Daichi’s arm over his shoulder and rushed over with Kuroo to help get Daichi out to Asahi’s car. Suga squared up Daichi’s bill at the bar and walked out with Bokuto to join their friends.

Suga told Asahi, who had volunteered to be the designated driver, that he would stay at Daichi’s place to make sure he made it inside and to bed without passing out in a pool of his own sick. He could count on one hand how many times he’d had to do this for Daichi. It was a rare occurrence, but it certainly wasn’t the first time.

“You sure you can handle him by yourself, Suga?” Kuroo asked, offering to help.

“Fucgk allaya! Talkin’ bout me like ‘m not even here! I can fuggin walk ‘n don’ need yer help!” Daichi sputtered, nearly falling out of the back seat when he opened the car door in his driveway.

Suga got out and hurried to the other side to help his friend so he wouldn’t fall face first onto the concrete. By the time he got there though, Daichi was puking again. Bokuto, whose stomach flipped at the sound of it, jumped out of the car and started barfing as well. Asahi, who wasn’t even drunk, had been sympathy gagging and when Bo lost it, so did he.

Suga looked up to see three of his friends puking in Daichi’s front yard and driveway. “Oh my god, fuck all of you! You’re all a bunch of wimps!” Kuroo huffed and Suga clarified, “Except you, Tetsurou. You’re cool.”

Volunteering his aid with a laugh, Kuroo got out of the passenger side to help Suga walk the plastered police officer to his front door, giving the other two a chance to pull themselves together. Suga unhooked the carabiner of keys from Daichi’s belt loop and unlocked the door.

The former Nekoma captain helped Suga get Daichi to his bathroom before setting him down to lean against the wall next to his toilet in case he tossed his cookies again. Daichi tried to be belligerent a couple of times, but failed on account of being too sleepy to pose any real threat to anyone. They rid him of his shirt and pants and cleaned him up, making light of Daichi’s asinine protests.

They’d barely gotten him to his bed before he passed out. Suga thanked Kuroo and assured him he could take it from here. Once the rest of the guys had left, Suga grabbed a blanket and draped it over Daichi’s body before setting up camp on his couch for the night.

It was just after 10:30 on Saturday morning when Suga woke up on the couch with a dull headache and a growling stomach. He’d gotten rather tipsy last night as well, though nowhere near the level to which Daichi had. The school teacher got up and followed the faint groans of his former teammate as he made his way down the short hallway to his bedroom door.

Suga spoke softly, mindful of Daichi’s probable bitch of a hangover. “Hey man, gonna make some coffee if you want some…”

Still lying in bed with his head splitting, Daichi could only respond with a grunt as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Several minutes later, Suga heard his friend before he saw him. Daichi shuffled into the kitchen, moaning and wincing at the bright morning sunlight while covering his eyes. He plopped into a chair at his table and grumbled, “What th’fuck happened las’night?”

Though he wasn’t surprised that Daichi couldn’t remember, Suga frowned knowing he was going to be the one to fill him in on his shenanigans. He set a small glass of water and some pain reliever on the table next to Daichi, who popped them before chugging down the entire glass of water in three gulps.

“What do you remember?” Suga asked, wondering if downing that much water just yet was a good idea as he added it to the list of Daichi’s questionable decisions over the past 12 hours.

With his elbow resting on the table, Daichi propped his head in one hand while rubbing his face with the other. “Gettin’ in a fight with y/n…then goin’ back in th’bar…” He complained about feeling like shit before continuing. “...Yui was there…”

Suga glanced at him sideways as he poured him a fresh cup of black coffee.

“Fuck-” Daichi whispered, “I don’remmber anythin’ else…”

“Do you remember going out to the bar patio with Yui?”

Shielding his eyes from the daylight, Daichi furrowed his brow in concentration for a moment. “No?”

“You kissed her.”

“Who?”

“Yui.”

“Wha–?” Daichi looked over at Suga long enough to see him nod with a frown.

“Yeahhh…then you threw up on her.”

“You’re kiddin…”

Suga pursed his lips and shook his head slowly. “It was glorious.”

Daichi cringed, burying his face in both hands now. “Oh shit…”

“Then you said you were going to fuck her…”

Daichi didn’t move, his hands still covering his face.

“...in front of her.”

Daichi’s hand moved to cover his mouth as he rushed to the kitchen sink and hurled once again, cursing as he spit and gagged.

Suga shook his head and fetched the bottle of pain reliever. “At least you made it to a drain this time,” he mumbled, setting the pills and coffee on the table.

Daichi turned the faucet on and rinsed his mouth before grabbing a nearby dish towel and dragging himself back over to the table. Suga brought him more water just as he picked up the second round of headache medicine. “Don’t chug it this time.”

Daichi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after swallowing the replacement pills. “I gotta ‘pologize to ‘er…” he grumbled remorsefully.

“Y/n kinda owes you an apology too.”

“M’not talkin bout y/n. Talkin bout Yui.”

Suga closed the refrigerator door and twisted his torso to look at his friend. “Yui?”

“Yeah. For actin like a douche-”

“What about y/n?”

“Whatabout ‘er?”

Suga tipped his hand back. “So that’s it? You’re just done with her?” he asked in an unconvinced tone.

“Yeah,” Daichi replied defensively. “What else s’there t’do, Suga? The fuck can I do? I can’t…’ve done all I can! Th’ball’s in her fuckin court! If she doesn’t wanna be with me, m’not gonna force it! But m’not gonna let her hold th’fact that we’re not together o’er my damn head either! Like it’s my fuckin fault! F’I had my way, we would be together! She…” He growled. “Fuck her for pushin’ me away n’ then bein mad at me for gettin’ on with m’life!”

“Big words for someone who’s falling in love with her…” Suga mumbled.

“Who said I’m fallin in love with ‘er?”

“You did, dumbass! Last night while you were three sheets to the wind!”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh’ is right,” Suga mocked. “Or was that just the booze talking?”

“No,” Daichi admitted, shaking his head in his hand. “I am fallin for ‘er, Suga, and tha’s egxactly why I need ta put the brakes on everythin. I’m in too deep and m’fuckin heart is breakin,” he said with a voice crack and a sniffle.

Suga’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He loved the idea of you and Daichi. The poignancy of the dynamic between you was the stuff of fairy tales and sappy romcoms.

The cop and the survivor.

The survivor who used to dream of being with a man who would take care of her, and finally meeting him only after she herself had long been independent and self-sufficient. The one who equated cops with danger and mistrust ultimately finding solace and safety in one.

Suga knew you would be perfect for Daichi too if you could get past your fears of intimacy and abandonment. More than anything he wished he could snap his fingers and make you both see in each other what was so clear and obvious to him.

He knew he wasn’t wrong. He knew that you and Daichi could finally find what you both deserved in each other. Perhaps this was just part of the process and pain of growing together rather than apart.

Even if the two of you had lost hope, Suga had not.

ch. 9 ☆ ch. 11 (wip)

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