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Stay Alive (1)

BTS ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: None

A/N I am very excited for this story! It has a good amount of world building that I enjoy doing so much! I took inspiration from Stay Alive by Jungkook/Suga in case you guys didn’t know! The beginnings are of course slow but that’s how most stories are to build up the tension. I hopeful for this story and I hope you all like it! Please feel free to ask if you want to be added to the taglist!

People walk among the same earth constantly. However the thing that sets us apart is the path we all take. Sometimes it's the same, other times it's the opposite. Some of us are meant for higher things while some are meant to suffer until things start to look up for us all.

In a lifetime sometimes we won’t ever get the chance to see ourselves reach the peak we want. There are struggles we all face that will cause setbacks in the path we are taking. Only the ones who are strong enough to see the road to the end make it out alive.

There will always be those out there who will achieve their goals in life some way or another. Those are the ones who don’t allow those setbacks to dictate their entire life. And maybe along the way someone will come along to help you grow stronger. Whether it’s one person or a whole group. You will see to the end of your path one way or another.

“Most often than not you will be working on filing. If we are understaffed on a day, like today, we might send you in to write reports on the medicine we have already administered.” Suho, the lady who was placed as your preceptor, explained to you.

You had a grateful smile on your face, happy to finally get to start working. While it wasn’t the place you had been hoping for, you knew the pay was well for the kind of student debts you had. The pharmaceutical lab was meant to administer different kinds of medicines to the people who would sign up for a trial. They did the test on patients before they were given out to people.

While you were being placed on the front desk for the most part, you knew you would need to work your way up to the spot you wanted and you were more than happy to reach for it.

“What kind of medicine do you guys make?” You asked, trying to think about all that you had read on the company's website.

It didn’t really give much about what they focus on so you found it really odd that they were so wide when it came to the things they were trying to cure.

“You applied here and don't even know?” Suho frowned, looking at you appalled.

“I tried asking at the interview but they just gave me vague answers.” You explained. “The website doesn't tell you anything either.”

“We are very on top of the things we do here at HYBE.” She began to tell you. “There aren’t many people we trust to be hired onto the team so consider yourself lucky to be apart of it.”

“We make sure that our patients here are taken care of because we are a company that is trying hard to reach their goals. Because of that we are detail oriented when it comes to the patients we accept. Not just anyone can be a patient here.”

While she did a bit more about the kind of company you were working at, it still didn’t really tell you about what it was you were working for. You didn’t choose to question it, knowing that the paycheck they gave you was a luxury for a lot of people.

“Here are some of your patients for the day. They have already been given the medicine, it's up to you to check up on them for daily research.” You took the six files the lady handed you, nodding your head.

You placed them onto the small desk area they had given you before going through them to check on the appointment times and ordering them correctly. The first one on your list should be waiting in the lobby by now so you were quick to take the papers and move along to the waiting room.

“Mrs. Han?” You called, a smile on your face.

An older woman with a younger one came to a stand, slowly shuffling over to where you waited for them at the door.

“Hello, Mrs. Han. How are you today?” You asked politely, leading the two women towards the scale.

“I'm doing great! I'm so excited to share some news about the medicine you gave me.” The older woman exclaimed, a bright smile on her face.

You hummed, keeping the friendly look as you wrote down her weight on the paper. You told them to follow you to a patient room to speak to her privately.

“I see it was something for your dementia.” You spoke, moving the laptop in the room closer so you could take down everything the lady would tell you. “Is everything going okay?”

“It's wonderful!” The other lady exclaimed for her mother. At least you assumed it was her daughter from the notes that people already had written for you. Her daughter was the one who was in charge of all Mrs. Han’s things.

“You would not believe it but it's almost as though she's regressed in her illness! Mother was in a terrible state when she was offered this trial medicine. She took it and suddenly it was almost like she went back to before it grew to be terrible.”

You tried to write down what the woman was saying, but you knew there were more questions to ask before concluding the entire meeting.

“Maybe she can get back to normal if she takes more.” The daughter spoke in a hopeful tone.

“One step at a time, Mrs. Byun.” You kept the smile on your face so as to not let them think they weren’t going to find the help they needed. “We have to see how long this medicine will last first before giving her more doses.” You explained.

“Also, memory loss is nothing to be overly worried about if it's on occasion. Even I forget something's as well.” You told them.

If there was one thing you studied, it was medicine. You knew the consequences of taking too much or too little. This company was in the slow movement of developing them so they had to be careful about how they administered their projects. People probably came in thinking they could get more if they worked perfectly the first time. However these kinds of things were tests, not the real deal.

“Of course.” Mrs. Byun nodded in understanding.

The rest of the visit went by smoothly as you took down all the older woman’s rants and aches about the whole thing. With these kinds of surveys it was really about asking how each patient felt even if it was the smallest of things. You wouldn’t be able to tell if it had to do with the medicine or with something else.

As you told Mrs. Han and her daughter goodbye, scheduling the next appointment, the rest of you patient trickled in one-by-one.

There was a man who had come in for a bad liver–he was an avid drinker–so the medicine was for corrosion to that organ. While you really tried not to say something about it, you felt annoyed that the man had explained that he still had a drink every once in a while. He was like Mrs. Han, the medicine was doing wonders.

There was a child who had chickenpox, who’s mother explained that the rash that had taken over her son’s body was slowly dwindling down. Another lady who had come in for amnesia which only said that her memory was returning to before she had gotten into an accident. The others had external injuries like scrapes of their knees or a deep cut that needed stitches. From what you could see they were just given some sort of pain medication. They had expressed that their wounds didn’t hurt and it was actually healing at a fast rate.

“They really work with a lot of medicine.” You spoke to yourself as you looked over the last file you had. You frowned your eyebrows when you saw the patient was in another level of the building. It was the lower levels, which meant in the basement of sorts. From what you knew that was where the labs were.

“That's odd.” You tilted your head in confusion but made your way over to the elevators anyway. With your ID card, you pressed onto one of the underground levels, leaning back against the metal wall. When the doors opened, you were met with a lobby that had a couple of different doctors moving about.

Following the signs, you found the door that led to some of the rooms patients were stationed in. You showed the security guard your ID explaining you were in that level of the building to check up on a patient. He took a look at the file you had in your hand, humming as he opened a door to the back for you.

Overlooking the file once more to make sure you had the right number, you quietly counted the doors. As you passed by one, you felt a shiver go down your back causing you to halt in your tracks. The number three stared back at you as a weird feeling flowed over your shoulders. It felt like something was brushing up against them, pushing at your form.

You quickly turned back around making your way to the room next to it. You checked over the file one more time. It didn’t really give you much about the medicine the patient had been given. All it said was that they were someone who was meant to be staying in the building for better observation. There were a couple of papers that you seemed to be missing, you noticed.

Before opening the door, you knocked politely. “Hello?” You softly called as you stuck your head in.

The only light on was the bedside lamp which illuminated the dark room. You frowned at the aspect of there being no windows that would allow light from outside to come in. As you walked in closer, you let go of the door to have it shut by itself. “Mr. Jeon?”

“Who are you?” You gasped, nearly tripping on your feet from the hard flinch you felt take over.

You took in the man who was standing behind you, trying to regulate your breathing. He only looked at you with a raised brow, his expression passive. You took up his large form, noticing the blue scrubs he wore were almost tight around his physic. He didn’t wear any shoes–was even foregoing to wear socks.

“Oh,” You said as your breath returned to your lungs. “My name is (Y/N). Today is my first day so I guess I'll be your new nurse.” You explained to him.

“What are you doing here?” As he took a step closer to you, you subconsciously took one back. “You don't deserve to be here.” His voice went quiet as his eyes turned soft.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you took in his worried expression, smiling awkwardly as you patted your hands to wipe the sweat forming on them.

“I needed a job. Got school debt to pay off.” You tried to joke with him. He looked too serious, which made you anxious to touch him for his vitals. “I'm here to do a check up. Would you mind?” You asked, trying to build up the courage to get close to him.

He didn’t say anything, just poked his cheek with his tongue, moving to the bed. You smiled in thanks, looking around the room to find the equipment needed. You purse your lips when you realize you would need to check his heart rate manually. Finding the padding needed to place around his arm, you made your way over to the man.

He flinched back as your hands moved to touch his arm, causing you to stop. “I’m going to check your heart rate.” You explained, remembering that you were the kind of person to make sure people knew what it was you were going to do.

As he kept his dark eyes on you, he allowed you to softly touch his scrub sleeve as you moved the fabric up to place the padding in the right area of the arm. You moved your stethoscope from around your neck. “It’s going to be a bit cold.” You whispered.

As you moved on with the check up, you watched the numbers on the dial move carefully counting to yourself. When you finished getting what you needed, you quickly let go of the air and moved the padding off his arm. As you did that, your eyes seemed to blur over the ink the man had.

Your fingers gently squeezed his bicep, softly moving down the length of his arm. Your gaze drifted over each color and picture the man had, trying to figure out where one picture ended and the next started. As your fingers glided over his pulse on his wrists, the man involuntarily shivered at the touch.

“Sorry.” You quickly pulled back, looking back up at him. “Your tattoos are really nice. I've never seen so many.” You bashfully smiled at him.

He only looked at you curiously, his big eyes taking in your facial expressions. It made you feel flustered as he looked at you so deeply, causing you to lick your lips and look away.

“You have a very strong heart. Very good blood flow.” You told him, turning away to write down his vitals. He slowly got off the bed and moved closer to you.

“It doesn't say which medicine you've been taking which is really weird.” You frowned, looking over all the papers that you were given. There were some things missing but you assumed the high ups were looking over it.

“You're different.” You jumped at the voice that spoke directly behind you. Turning around you tilted your head up at the man.

“How so?” You asked.

“You're nice.” The boy squinted his eyes at you, like he was trying to figure you out.

“Are the others not?” You frowned.

“Not the ones who come down here.” He told you.

You tried to quickly cover up your upset expression, looking up at the doe-eyed man with a smile. “Well I hope I'm able to come down here again.” You took up the paper you had written on. There wasn’t much explanation on what you had to ask him so you chose to go back up and see if you could figure out what else to do.

“Have a good day, Mr. Jeon.” You smiled brightly, waving from the door.

Jungkook tilted his head to the side as a warmth spread through his chest from your words. Not a day had gone by that he wasn't thinking about the dreaded place as though it was a sentence in hell. He had never met someone like you; someone who spoke to him as though he too was a person.

It made him light headed to think about the way your words affected him. He couldn't think of the last time someone had ever uttered those kinds of words to him. It had been so long-alone thinking this was what life was going to be like for the rest of his life. But suddenly things changed in the blink of an eye.

“Maybe.”

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enha-doodles · 16 days

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THAT ASSHOLE ✧⁺。

Pairing : Tom riddle x fem!reader

Synopsis : you and Tom are academic rivals and hate each other , but is it your fault when that competitive asshole cannot handle one loss and seeks for revenge which leaves you in detention

Warnings : cursing , normal fighting ? Not proofread I'm sorry 😭

Note : my first ever Harry potter fic sksksk , I'm very excited for this one . This is also my first fic after like a year ? And I've improved a lot so I hope you guys like it <33

In the hallowed halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the echoes of centuries-old spells mingle with the whispers of ambitious young wizards, I stormed down the corridor, my footsteps echoing with determination. Clutched tightly in ny hand was the parchment that bore the results of the latest Defense Against the Dark Arts examination—a subject I prided myself on excelling in , but surprisingly this time I didn't get the highest grade , though i already have an idea who got excellent score - that asshole .

As I rounded the corner, my path intersected with none other than Tom Riddle , the brooding Slytherin prodigy whose mere presence seemed to cast a shadow over my ambitions. His dark eyes flickered with a smugness that ignited a spark of anger within me , knowing all too well that he had likely aced the exam and overstepped me .

"You're in the damn way, Riddle," i spat, my voice laced with disdain as i attempted to sidestep him. But Tom, ever the opportunist, blocked my path with a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, (L/N), always using such unladylike words , maybe thats one of the reason why you seem to be below than me ," he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension.

Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I clenched my jaw, refusing to let him see how much his words affected me . "Unlike some , I actually don't care what people say and while we talk about my academic pursuits , it'd be better if you keep your insignificant opinion to yourself ," i retorted, my tone laced with venom. Our rivalry was legendary within the walls of Hogwarts, a constant clash of intellects and egos that fueled their disdain for one another.

With a sarcastic smile, I pushed past Tom, my resolve steeling against the inevitable confrontation that awaited the both of us in the days to come. For as long as we remained academic rivals, our mutual hatred would burn as brightly as the flames of Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Tom's voice echoed in the long and ominous hallway making me stop at my tracks . "Maybe you should work on yourself instead of just trying to prove your worth , which I may insist would be nothing less than my broom" That arrogant jerk . Thankfully there were almost no students around since it was time for another lesson . I could feel my rage burning , running through my veins as i stormed towards him and grabbed him by the collar of his stupidly perfect robe "You better learn to shut your fucking mouth riddle , I'm no patient woman and I would definitely not hesitate to show you just how much I have in myself , I'll have you fucking grovel at my feet" i seethed but it did not have much impact on Tom since all he did was let out a menacing chuckle "grovel at your feet ? You sure think highly of yourself , don't you ? And why are you mad , I was just being veracious . Perhaps you forgot I'm a prefect and could very happily take points from your pathetic house for the absolute insolence you are performing at the moment"

His word flowed through his thick British accent only making me more mad , they always seemed to cut through my mind and heart , his erudite personality provoking a desire withing me to just stab him with a dagger but I know better than to do foolish things so instead i let my grip loosen as I gave him a sickeningly fake smile , my hands straightening his collar as i whispered "you wouldn't dare riddle , you know I'm a prefect aswell" i continued with sweetness flowing through my words as if it was straight up sugar "I wouldn't mind deducting all of those points you earned in a month , I'll make sure they're gone in a fucking week , you know Dumbledore is on my side" i taunted him as i tightened his tie a bit to which he hissed and glared at me .

It was a known fact that tom was loved by the entire student body along with the professors but Dumbledore? No . he sure saw right through his facade something which I highly appreciate since I find it stupid just how naive people here are that they are fooled by his fake act but to be fair he is quite charmistic with his ways of getting things done in his manner , he just fabricates his personality so fucking well . Oh how I would love to disrupt and absolutely wreck his living . His fame , his knowledge, his charm , his everything , just him overall evokes an enmity within me , an deep seated anger upon how he could gain it all so easily while I work my ass off ? It was just not fair .

I took my hands off as i beamed at him my eyes forming into crescents "farewell riddle , hope you collide into a wall and have a concussion" with that i turned around smiling to myself as i felt a sense complacency wash over me , oh such a beautiful feeling to put him in his place , I'm going to have a good sleep tonight .

As she went away Tom stood there with a clenched jaw and hands formed into fists breathing heavily "that disdainful bitch" . The amount of anger he felt was indescribable at the moment , how could this little girl disrespect him , the future lord of the wizarding world , and go away as if nothing happened? She needs to learn her place and Tom will gladly be the one to do so . "Just you wait little girl , just you wait" he breathed out as he walked away sharply .

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It was now the next morning , I woke up along with hermione as we both freshened up and went at the great hall for breakfast . As we reached there we spotted our usual group - Harry , ron , fred and george . They are all laughing as we took our seats , I sat near Harry as hermione sat near ron . As they started bickering i side eyed Harry as we both quietly exchanged amused glances . To be honest everyone knew they liked each except those two idiots, sometimes I think they know it aswell but they just don't have enough courage to express it . It's honestly so annoying but we still do our best to make them realise their feelings .

I laughed as I heard Harry huff out "here comes the daily fighting , can a guy not have a break" I took a plate as I filled it with some food and continued the conversation "hey a girl needs a break aswell , I'm sure he doens't complain about mionie as much as she eats my ear off about ron" . Harry was about to say something when he suddenly stopped , his mouth open , eyebrows frowned into confusion as he looked somewhere. "What ? What happened?" I asked as I followed his gaze which stopped at the Slytherin table right where tom sat with his insatiable group of arrogant jerks "oh" was all i could say . Harry turned towards me as he asked "did you and Tom have another fight ? He seems to glaring at you since you entered . At first i thought it was just me but umm he's definitely mad"

All my friends knew about our rivalry since I'm mostly pissed off because of him and well let me inform you about an annoying trait of mine - I can't control my anger and cursing . I sighed as i continued eating answering him nonchalanly "I did but he started it , it was just the same I don't know what hit the nerve this time" Harry seemed a bit concerned as he leaned in a bit "just be careful I think he's coming for you this time , it seems as if you really hurt his pride" I let out a chuckle as I looked at tom "oh he can try all he wants but at the end he is the loser" i whispered as i smiled sarcastically at tom who only glared back .

We had finished eating as we stood up , ron and hermione still arguing "gosh ronald you make such gratuitous jokes" hermione complained as they walked forward , me and Harry still walking at a slow pace behind as we continued laughing . Suddenly Tom blocked our path with his annoying friends "well if it isn't the golden pair of our school , i must say you both suit each other perfectly , extremely dumb and pretentious" said his younger brother, mattheo . He is a spitting image of Tom just less cold and more talkative , also a complete manwhore - quite the opposite of Tom . I scoffed as I rolled my eyes "did the snakes loose their way ? You're slithering in the wrong den assholes"

"How amiable , aren't you darling" mattheo said as he stepped forward , a bit too much in my personal space for my liking . Before I can say something Tom interrupted "don't waste your time on trash Mattheo , we have better things to do" his sentence made me furious but i kept a cool face on "oh yeah , like licking snapes boot off for extra points?" My words sure made them offended as they all stepped forward but Harry came in between "if you guys may , we're getting late for class" with that he dragged me away as I flipped Tom off , oh how I loved seeing their pissed off face as I blew them a kiss only adding fuel to their rage .

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During the classes i could feel their burning gaze throwing daggers at my head . They were extremely influencial people maybe i shouldn't have said too much but I'm a gryffindor , it's in my blood . Damn this courage , this will be the reason of my death one day . This is all Tom's fault , he is simply so agitating ugh will be just let me live my life in any sort of peace ? If he's not at my neck all the time then his goons are , so fucking annoying. The classroom fell quite as the professor stepped in with the results of the transfiguration test taken a week ago .

As the professor stood at the front of the classroom, holding the parchment with the test results, the tension in the air was palpable. Every student leaned forward in their seats, anticipation coursing through the room like electricity.

When the professor finally began to announce the results, a hush fell over the classroom, broken only by the rustling of parchment. As my name was called out as the top performer, a ripple of whispers and murmurs swept through the room, followed by a round of applause.

You couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the recognition of your hard work and dedication. It was a validation of your efforts, a moment of triumph amidst the daily struggles of academic life at Hogwarts.

But as you basked in the glow of your success, you couldn't ignore the sharp gaze of Tom Riddle fixed upon you from across the room. His expression was inscrutable, but there was a glint of something dangerous in his eyes.

It was no secret that Tom Riddle was ambitious and competitive, always striving to be the best in every endeavor. Your success was undoubtedly a blow to his pride, and you could see the flicker of envy in his demeanor.

As the class continued, you couldn't shake the feeling of being under scrutiny, as if every move you made was being watched and analyzed. It was as though Tom's gaze followed you wherever you went, a constant reminder of the rivalry that simmered between you.

But despite the undercurrent of tension, you refused to let it dampen your spirits. You were determined to savor this moment of victory, to revel in the praise that had been bestowed upon you.

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As Tom Riddle seethed with jealousy over the your academic success , he knew he needed to devise a plan to bring you down. His mind teemed with thoughts of retribution, each one darker than the last.

One evening, as he strolled through the corridors of Hogwarts, an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning. He would orchestrate a situation that would land you in detention, a punishment that would serve as a fitting punishment for their perceived transgressions. It would piss you off but also lower your reputation in front of the professors.

Tom approached his brother, Mattheo, and his friend, Theodore, with a devious plan brewing in his mind. "I need your help," he said, his eyes glinting with malice. "I want to teach that insolent girl a lesson she won't forget."

Mattheo and Theodore exchanged a glance, intrigued by Tom's proposition already knowing who he's talking about . "What do you have in mind?" Mattheo asked, his curiosity piqued.

Tom outlined his plan, explaining how he intended to use Mattheo and Theodore to manipulate your emotions. "We'll have you bump into her and flirt with her," he said with a wicked grin. "But we'll make sure to push her buttons. She won't be able to resist reacting , you know how she is ."

Theodore nodded , eager to assist his friend. "Count me in," he declared, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

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As i navigated the bustling corridors of Hogwarts, lost in thought, i suddenly felt a collision jolt my from my reverie. Startled, i stumbled backward, nearly losing my balance. Looking up, I saw two figures looming over me , their expressions smug and unapologetic.

"Watch where you're going!" I exclaimed, my annoyance evident in my voice as I straightened myself.

Mattheo and Theodore exchanged a glance, barely concealing their amusement. "Apologies, love," Mattheo said with a smirk, his tone dripping with insincerity. "We didn't see you there."

I rolled her eyes, my irritation mounting at their cavalier attitude. "Sure you didn't," I muttered sarcastically, attempting to sidestep their path and continue on my way.

But Mattheo stepped in front of me , blocking my path with an infuriating grin. "Leaving so soon, sweetheart?" he teased, his tone laced with arrogance.

My patience wore thin as I tried to push past him, my frustration evident in my voice. "I have better things to do than entertain you two," i retorted, my annoyance palpable.

However, Mattheo and Theodore seemed undeterred by my dismissal, their egos bruised by my indifference. They exchanged a knowing glance before Theodore leaned in closer, his voice dripping with false charm. "Come on, don't be like that," he cajoled, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face.

I recoiled, my patience wearing thin. "Don't touch me," I snapped, swatting his hand away. "I said I'm not interested!"

But Mattheo and Theodore persisted, their egos wounded by my rejection. They exchanged a smirk before Theodore remarked, "Looks like she needs to be taught a lesson, eh, Mattheo?"

With a malicious glint in his eye, Mattheo nodded in agreement. "Oh, I've got just the lesson in mind," he replied, his voice filled with venomous intent as he stepped closer .

And with that, my patience snapped. With a swift punch to Mattheo's jaw, I silenced his arrogant words , I couldn't believe how absolutely disgusting they were.

The commotion attracted the attention of nearby teachers, who hurried over to intervene. Amidst the chaos, I found myself dragged to detention , the teacher's had asked what happened and with the witness of other students around it was proved that I started the fight. I was absolutely furious because I had a reason to do it but I was silenced by "I am utterly disappointed in you (name) I didn't expect this kind of behaviour from you. Detention for 3 days". My mind was reeling with anger - they hadn't even let me explain myself , just great .

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As i stormed into the dimly lit detention room, my eyes immediately locked onto Tom Riddle's figure, sitting calmly at his desk. Without hesitation, i marched over to him, my footsteps echoing with determination.

"What did you do?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the silence of the room. Tom glanced up, his expression unreadable as he met my gaze. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about," he replied smoothly, his tone betraying no hint of guilt.

My frustration boiled over, my patience wearing thin. "Cut the act, Tom," i snapped, my voice tinged with anger. "You framed me, didn't you?"

A smirk tugged at the corner of Tom's lips, a glint of amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Perhaps I did," he admitted casually, his gaze never wavering from mine . "But you shouldn't be so careless, (L/N) . You know what they say about stepping on snakes."

The mention of snakes ignited a fire within me , my temper flaring at his veiled threat. Without thinking, I lunged forward, my hand reaching out to grab him by the collar.

"You think you can intimidate me?" I hissed, my voice laced with fury as I pulled him closer. "I won't let you get away with this."

Tom's smirk widened into a sly grin as he met my gaze head-on, unfazed by my display of aggression. "And what do you plan to do about it?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

Before I could respond, the sound of footsteps echoed through the room as the detention supervisor approached, breaking the tension between us . With a final glare, I released my grip on Tom's collar, stepping back to compose myself.

I huffed as I took my seat glaring at the back of his head while he talked smoothly with the professor keeping up with his facade , showing no remorse after framing me and worse threatening me to do more just because i overstepped him in a bloody test . A frustrated sigh left my mouth as he left with a mocking sly grin on his face and all I could do was roll my eyes and curse him "that asshole" .

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plutoccult · 3 months

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HAIKYUU X THE OFFICE AU — EPISODE SIX: SUGA’S GOT A SECRET

pairing: sugawara koushi x female reader

description: now that ukai knows of sugawara’s feelings for you, it’s only a matter of time before the big secret spreads throughout the office, leaving sugawara with plenty of damage control to do.

word count: 6.3k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: tumblr keeps playing games when it comes to this au showing up in tags, which may be because of “foul” language apparently, so i’m gonna “censor” this episode and see what happens. it will be uncensored on ao3 though. if you missed episode five, IT IS VERY IMPORTANT THAT YOU READ IT. it’s INSANELY annoying how tumblr keeps messing with me, and that’s honestly why i (along with literally every writer on here) press about reblogs. likes don’t do anything, reblogs do. not to sound like a pain in the ass, but how can you expect your favorite authors to feel inclined to write if you’re not helping them get exposure? anyway… i feel really good about this episode creativity wise (as i reworked the original episode a TON), and think it might be one of the better episodes i’ve written along with next week’s valentine’s episode. i hope you enjoy!

tags: @toorubobatea @intorder @dragon-slayer5 @femme-lune @jeanboyjean @cowgirlikets @okkoiktoru @darthferbert @kazuchaos @bakagun1312 @beingbrokenfitsus @mumblepingu @daedaep69 @intheewrld @msbyomimi @sukxma @akari-fujikawa @milkteeboba @5sos-wdw @todorokiskitten

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for the second time today, you returned to your desk with your teapot full of hot water. it was scorching against your hands, but you had to be careful with your steps in order to avoid any spills. you’ve been doing this practically everyday since the office christmas party, so none of your coworkers were phased by it anymore.

“hot, hot, hot.” you whisper to yourself.

you place the teapot down and let out a sigh of relief before sitting down in your chair. the crew watched as you pour the hot water into a mug and pulled out a dish full of sugar of creamer packets, ones you recently acquired so you could be more efficient with your tea. it wasn’t necessarily the excitement the documentary was hoping for, but they kept the cameras on you in anticipation for something with suga to hopefully come up. unfortunately, nothing spicy had occurred.

you stirred everything together before taking a sip, letting out an “ah, that’s the stuff.”

•••

“i’ve been loving the teapot suga got me for christmas.” you say with a grin. “it gives me an excuse to drink more tea rather than coffee at the office, and not the kind you spill, if you catch my drift.”

you give a wink to the camera, but there might as well be crickets as none of the documentary crew laughed at your joke.

“none of you found that funny?” you pout.

•••

out of nowhere, daichi huffed and puffed as he emerged from the break room. “ugh, who in god’s name spilled coffee in the break room and didn’t clean it up?”

not again, you think to yourself. there was always someone leaving a mess somewhere in the office. it was like working with a bunch of children most of the time. you could almost always point your finger on who was to blame, but it’s not like anyone would admit their wrongs, like tanaka, who was responsible for most messes in the office.

“wasn’t me.” he immediately objected. you almost wonder if he spoke up first on purpose so the suspicion would go to someone else.

“you know i don’t drink coffee.” tsukishima said, which was true. you would find him always drinking some sort of strawberry soda, which you tried once and swore it was the most disgusting drink you ever tasted.

“yeah, and y/n has just been drinking tea lately.” suga spoke up. he immediately regretted saying anything as tsukishima, yamaguchi, kiyoko, yachi, and tanaka all collectively eyed each other. his cover was slipping terribly, but suga couldn’t help but feel the need to defend your honor.

“well, whoever did it needs to clean it up because i’m not doing it.” daichi crossed his arms.

“you know no one is gonna fess up, daichi.” tsukishima rolled his eyes. “this happens every time.”

“and i’m not gonna be stuck with the mess again!” he whined. “it’s like how you all expect asahi to reach everything on the top shelf when we invested in stepladders for a reason. those things weren’t cheap.”

the camera panned over to asahi as everyone quickly turned their heads to look at him. “why… why are you guys looking at me like that?”

“well, some of our coworkers happen to be leprechauns, you know.” kageyama said, evoking gasps out of hinata and nishinoya.

“oh, that’s not—” you began to say before covering your mouth with your hand. it was best if you kept out of this one.

“kageyama, that’s offensive to short people!” hinata exclaimed with a pout. “after everything we’ve been through…”

“my point still stands.” kageyama shrugged.

before hinata and kageyama could break out into a fight for the umpteenth time—one where tanaka would definitely yell out “world star!” and pull out his phone to record—ukai came out of his office in order to investigate what his employees were arguing about rather than actually working.

“something the matter? what’s with all the chatter?” he asked, immediately recognizing his clever rhyme. “oh, i rhymed! that’s bars right there.”

“someone spilled coffee on the floor in the break room and left it there.” daichi explained to him. “as if this office needs any more mess, it’s a disaster around here. we need to do something about the cleanliness of our work environment.”

“hmm… let me think.” ukai stood there pondering for a minute, resembling the thinker. some of you wondered if he was posing that way just for the sake of striking a pose. it definitely wouldn’t be a surprise if he was.

“uh, hello? earth to ukai?” daichi waved his hand in front of ukai, thinking he was frozen.

“i’m thinking.” he muttered, trying to stay as still as possible, down to barely moving his mouth. yeah, he was posing just to pose. typical.

everyone continued to wait for ukai to suggest literally anything, but he stayed in his position for far too long. thankfully, yamaguchi decided to speak up, but he would quickly be shut down by ukai.

“why don’t we all just clean the whole office together—”

“let’s all just clean the whole office together!” ukai interrupted yamaguchi, taking all the credit. “yes!”

“i just said that…” yamaguchi frowned.

“it’s spring cleaning, baby!” ukai clasped his hands together.

“but it’s not even spring?” tanaka questioned. he should know better than to question his boss at this point.

“so? who cares?” ukai shrugged. “don’t make me assign you to cleaning the men’s room.”

“no, please! anything but that!” tanaka begged. ukai instantly found joy in this, giving the camera a sinister, yet also off-putting stare.

•••

“i’m such a genius. if you do your spring cleaning in the winter, then you won’t have to do anything in the spring!” ukai said, praising himself as if it were his idea. “only i could think of such big brained ideas.”

“yamaguchi suggested it before you spoke over him.” a crew member spoke up, having documented it on camera.

“who?” ukai furrowed his eyebrows. it was almost hilarious how he couldn’t remember who he was.

•••

while some were assigned to clean certain parts of the office, others were cleaning out their desks, which everyone was mandated to do today. it seemed like “spring” cleaning wasn’t such a bad idea after all as many found random miscellaneous items, having no idea when they were from. tanaka even discovered why his desk had such an odd odor, which was because of an expired donut. everyone gagged at the sight and smell of it as he chucked it in a trash can and ran off.

as you were cleaning out your drawers, yachi walked up to your desk with a bottle of carpet cleaner and a scrubbing brush.

“hey, y/n. here’s that carpet cleaner you asked for.” she said as she placed it down on your desk.

you look up from what you’re doing and see yachi right in front of you. you had been waiting for your chance to use it as there were limited resources to share. thankfully yachi agreed to give it to you after she was done with it.

“oh my god, thank you.” you let out a sigh of relief. “daichi would flip if he saw the coffee stains under my desk.”

“trust me, i know… we’re desk buddies.” yachi groaned. she wasn’t particularly fond of the seating arrangement around here. at least you had your own little space, one where suga could steal pining glances as much as he desired, which reminded her. “how’s wedding planning going, by the way? did you start yet?”

the initial excitement of finally setting a wedding date sent you into overdrive, your mind racing of all the things that needed to be done to prepare for a wedding. as much as you dreamed of this, you didn’t think you’d be stuck doing all of the planning alone. ryo hadn’t made a single contribution yet, and despite your families expecting you to walk down the aisle, some doubts couldn’t help but brew up in your head.

“oh, uh, i bought my veil recently.” you reply. you hadn’t even picked a dress yet, despite having a long way to go, but picking a veil just seemed easier for right now.

“aw, that’s so exciting!” yachi couldn’t help but feel bad that suga was overhearing this conversation, given his eyes were fixated on you as he waited for you to speak, which wasn’t that hard to notice. “how are you gonna do your hair then?”

“well, i was thinking about wearing it down. kind of like—” you take out your hair clip and let your hair down, fluffing it up a bit to show yachi. “—maybe something like this?”

suga felt his heart still for a moment as he intently watched you fiddle with your hair. he wished he’d seen you like this before as you always wore your hair up at work. why were you hiding such beauty? it pained him to think about ryo always being the one to see your hair untamed like this at home. even if you failed to realize it, you were drop dead gorgeous in suga’s eyes.

“wow, you look so beautiful. you’re gonna make people cry.” yachi said, already able to think of one person without hesitation.

as yachi spoke a little too loud, ukai—being the nosy boss he is—overheard your conversation and decided to butt in. with poor timing, at that. “woah, y/n. why don't you wear your hair like that all the time? it's so much hotter than what you usually do.”

you cringe and roll your eyes as you reach for your hair clip. suga let out a sigh, wanting the savor the sight for a little longer. maybe another time, he hoped.

“man, this must be torture for you.” ukai said as he walked past suga. suga’s eyes widen as he looked around to see if anyone overheard that, and thankfully no one did. everyone was too occupied with cleaning to bother, it seemed.

•••

“yeah, on the booze cruise i told ukai about some feelings i used to have for y/n.” suga explained, albeit poorly. “i was just… feeling nostalgic, i guess, and i decided to confide in the world's worst confidant.”

used to have? even the documentary crew could see right through such a pathetic lie.

•••

later that day, suga knocked on ukai’s office door. as expected, he wasn’t cleaning his office one bit. do as ukai says, not as ukai does, apparently. it wasn’t a shock, to be honest.

“hey, ukai.” suga said as he entered ukai’s office. ukai quickly turned down the volume on his computer—seemingly not doing any productive office work either—and looked up to see what suga wanted. “remember that thing i told you on the booze cruise about y/n?”

“boy, do i?” ukai asked. he had been reeling ever since the bombshell was revealed to him. it was more exciting than the lame reality tv he usually watched at home. “of course i do.”

“well, that was, uh, pretty personal, so if you can just…” suga paused. how could he make this sound the least offensive to his boss? “if you can make sure you don’t tell anyone else about it, that would be great.”

“what? oh yeah, my lips are sealed. like the bangles song.” ukai said.

suga furrowed his eyebrows. he didn’t feel confident in that answer. “that was the go-go’s.”

“just get back to cleaning.” ukai scoffed.

“you got it.” suga nodded. it seemed he just had to take ukai’s word for it, but some worry still lingered.

•••

“suga and i are great friends. we hang out a ton, mostly at work, but the fact that he poured his heart out to me about y/n during booze cruise says everything about our friendship.” ukai said. “and because of that, i intend on keeping that information a secret for as long as i possibly can.”

“are you implying that it will spill out eventually?”

“course not. i’m the best at keeping secrets.” ukai then started to sweat profusely. he cannot keep this secret for long. “is it hot in here all of the sudden?”

•••

while suga was cleaning his desk, ukai emerged from his office with what seemed like the sole purpose of bothering him. his careful tiptoeing towards suga was evident, even if he tried to be sneaky. “suga…”

“yeah, ukai?” he looked up, ruining ukai’s opportunity to potentially scare him.

“whatcha doin’?” ukai asked. “you like football?”

“uh, ya know, cleaning. like you asked me to.” suga deadpanned. “plus, i’m more of a volleyball guy.”

“oh, yeah, makes sense.” ukai said before getting to the real point of this conversation. “so, any news on you know who?”

suga initially wondered why ukai would be bothering him like this, especially in the middle of the day, but now it was painfully obvious. of course it would be about you, but here, right on the open floor? it’s like ukai was asking to publicly embarrass suga. the poor lad had been through enough embarrassment these past few months. the documentary has seemingly only made it worse.

“time and place, ukai.” suga shook his head in annoyance.

“i just want to know more about your love life, suga.” ukai pouted. of course, he had some valid concerns. suga was just crying to him about his dilemma not that long ago, after all, but still, why here and now?

“like i said; time and place.” suga insisted.

“but—”

before ukai could plead his case, tanaka interrupted this conversation, seemingly out of jealousy over ukai newfound closeness to suga. “woah, what’s going on here? you guys besties all of the sudden?”

“um, yeah, we’re besties, tanaka.” ukai replied. suga wanted and scream and say that he was wrong. they would never be besties, never. “we tell each other secrets and stuff.”

“secrets? what secrets?” tanaka raised an eyebrow with a smirk. he instantly thought of one secret only a select few knew of, and suga knew he’d be thinking of it. “i know secrets.”

suga had to get tanaka off his back somehow. the combo and him and ukai would be a total disaster when it came to his secret. “deep, dark secrets?”

“wha… what do you mean?” tanaka questioned. it was hilarious how he was falling for this.

“oh, you know…” suga paused for dramatic effect. “the kind of secrets that could send people to jail.”

“oh my god…” tanaka let out a gasp then ran off like a scaredy cat. maybe that award went to the wrong employee on awards night.

that actually impressed ukai quite a bit. he wouldn’t say it out loud as he always had to be the very best, but ukai was definitely impressed.

“welp, back to work.” suga shrugged. this desk definitely wouldn’t clean itself, and he wasn’t sure if he could trust anyone else to go through his things. maybe he could trust you. knowing you, you’d organize everything by what you thought was worth keeping and what wasn’t, then let him figure out if your guesses were right.

“hey, uh, wait.” ukai said, catching suga’s attention once more. “what are you doing for lunch? i could take you out. my treat.”

lunch? with ukai? suga wasn’t sure if he was all too fond out that idea. free food, sure, but having to deal with ukai alone at a restaurant seemed like a bad nightmare. you never know what could happen in such an event.

“ah, no, you don’t gotta do that.” suga said as he quickly tried to think of an excuse to get out of this. “i gotta… ya know… clean and stuff.”

“what about we set up a picnic in the break room?” ukai proposed. “order some pizza and talk about you know who.”

nope. nope, nope, nope. suga knew ukai was just itching to talk about you. the only feasible solution was to get as far away from the office as possible and go out for stupid lunch. the sacrifices suga had to make for the sake of keeping his secret, well, a secret.

“haha, um… you know what? yeah, let’s go out. that’s a good idea, man.” suga stood up from his chair. ukai jumped up and down, overjoyed, which brought more attention to them. suga figured going right now was the best bet, so he quickly grabbed his coat and briefcase in order to leave right away. “let’s go now, actually. what place you thinking of?”

“oh, i know just the place.”

•••

after an awkward drive, ukai and suga found parking in the city before walking over to a popular strip of restaurants. suga assumed being a boss had its perks as there was no way he could afford to eat like this all the time. thank god ukai was paying for this.

there seemed to be amazing places to eat around here, but suga found ukai leading him to the outside of what seemed like a… maid cafe?!

“ukai, what is this place?” suga asked, hoping and praying it wasn’t what he thought it was.

“it’s my favorite spot.” ukai said, noticing suga hesitate. “i go here all the time. come on.”

“if it’s what i think it is—”

“it’ll be fine!” he interrupted suga. “don’t be shy now.”

suga let out a sigh before he followed ukai inside. it was exactly what he thought it was. he was at a maid cafe.

“no… no, no, no.” suga shook his head. this couldn’t be happening to him right now.

suddenly, a pretty woman in a maid outfit walked up to them, greeting ukai first as he was a regular. “mr. ukai! come, come have a seat wherever you’d like.”

“sana!” ukai greeted her. it was even worse that he knew the employees by name.

“there’s no way…”

•••

“ukai took me to a maid cafe.” suga said through gritted teeth. he was being interviewed outside the cafe, other cameras filming what was going on inside as ukai was being pampered by the waitresses. suga was lucky to have a chance to rant. “he took me to a F*CKING maid cafe.”

“you know you’re—”

“god, i’m tired of you guys scolding us over language. you’re just gonna cut most of this sh*t out in post anyway.” he cut off the crew member. he wasn’t necessarily wrong, but the poor editors had a lot of work cut out for them with the way the employees of japan pulp and paper act. maybe they were better off documenting another branch…

•••

meanwhile at the office, tanaka walked up to your desk unannounced, digging his fingers into the bowl of jellybeans you always had out for everyone. you don’t even wanna know where his hands have been. now that you think about it, does he ever wash his hands? you wanted to gag.

“tanaka, can you not shove your hands in the bowl like that?” you ask with a disgusted look on your face.

“whatever. all the good flavored ones are gone.” tanaka rolled his eyes as he continued to dig into the bowl.

“it’s a communal bowl…” you sigh.

“am i not bestie material?” he asked you out of nowhere. “i thought me and ukai were besties.”

you weren’t sure why he was asking this all of the sudden, but if validating him meant he’d leave you alone, then you’ll do it. “yeah, you’re bestie material, tanaka…”

“would you ever consider me to be your best friend?” tanaka questioned.

now, tanaka was a terrible worker, but he wasn’t necessarily a bad friend. he would definitely do crazy things for the sake of his coworkers. you remember on your first day tanaka told you he kept ninja stars under his desk incase of intruders and he would defend you in an instant. sometimes he was a little dumb, but he had a good heart, shockingly enough.

“sure?” you shrug.

“excellent.” tanaka said before walking away all of the sudden.

while he wasn’t looking, you quickly grab the jellybean bowl and throw away its contents. you stare at the camera for a moment as they’ve captured what you’ve done before panning to ukai and suga returning from lunch. you instantly smile upon seeing suga’s face.

“hey.” you greet him.

“hey.” suga said as he hung his coat up.

ukai eyed the two of you before going into his office. you wondered what that was about, but you shook it off and went back to talking to suga. “so, how was lunch?”

“oh, you know, pretty productive.” suga then held up a printed picture from lunch, one with him, ukai, and a bunch of waitresses in maid outfits posing together. it was worth the money. “got a lot of work done.”

you blink for a moment as you soak in the picture in front of you. never would you have guessed that out of all places. still, it was hilarious.

“you’re the worst.” you say jokingly. “there’s no way.”

“ah, but there is.” suga replied. he blushed as you began to uncontrollably laugh. it was adorable. he found it to be one of his favorite sounds in the world.

you manage to control your laughter after a few deep breaths. no more joking around. “pretty sure you’ve got more cleaning to do.”

“yes, ma’am.” he jokingly saluted before going back to his desk.

suddenly, kiyoko stormed up to ukai’s office. you couldn’t remember the last time anyone ever saw her so angry like this. you even feared steam would come out of her ears, and since she was knocking on ukai’s door, you knew it wasn’t anything good.

“ukai, takeda and i need to talk to you.” she barged in.

ukai raised his hands defensively, acting as if he were getting arrested. “i didn’t do it, your honor!”

“what?”

“…what?”

kiyoko didn’t have time for nonsense. she was livid. “ugh, come on. you’ve got some explaining to do.”

before ukai could try to protest, kiyoko dragged him away from his desk and led him to takeda, the last person ukai wanted to talk to right now. it didn’t matter what the matter was, he hated talking to human resources.

“specs, what do you have the female specs dragging me here for?” ukai groaned as kiyoko forced him to have a seat.

“uh, a new charge appeared on the corporate credit card—” takeda began to say as calmly as possible.

“you spent a hundred bucks at a maid cafe! you didn’t even get approval for this!” kiyoko interrupted him, yelling over takeda. if there was any good cop, bad cop action happening, it was clear who fit which role.

“it was a business lunch!” ukai argued. “who said i needed approval?”

takeda let out a sigh. there was a reason ukai couldn’t be trusted with anyone’s money, even his own, for that matter. he felt like he had to treat him like a child, despite ukai being the one in charge.

“ukai, you just got your corporate credit card back.” takeda scolded him. “do you really want me to take it away again?”

“what am i, a five year old? this is ridiculous!” ukai exclaimed.

“corporate is gonna be so angry!” kiyoko argued with him.

“look, suga needed a relaxing lunch.” ukai explained. “he’s been depressed and it’s been affecting his productivity. how is that not work related?”

kiyoko froze. now she’s wondering if ukai knows what she knows. does he know what she knows? takeda didn’t seem to budge by ukai’s explanation.

“he seems fine to me.” takeda shrugged.

“you're not his friend, you don't know what i know.” ukai said. “he is in love with a girl he works with who's engaged, so just cut me some slack, okay?”

unbeknownst to them, nishinoya overheard the whole thing as he walked by. “are you talking about y/n?”

no way that just happened. ukai is at a loss for words, same with kiyoko. he messed up big time.

•••

“this is bad. so bad.” kiyoko said frantically to the camera. it was safe to say she was freaking out. “did suga tell ukai? or did he figure it out? god, suga! you’re such an idiot! i can’t stand this madness!”

•••

thanks to ukai’s big fat mouth, suga’s secret had spread throughout the entire office like the plague and he had yet to figure it out, but he would soon enough.

the first person nishinoya told was asahi, who didn’t really have much of an opinion on it as he was merely a temp. once word got to hinata, however, that was when the train really started rolling. suga had no chance to swear nishinoya to secrecy, so his secret was finally spilled to everyone. well, everyone except you… for now.

hinata rushed to kageyama’s desk. had he gone any faster, he would’ve crashed and knocked over all of kageyama’s things, even his computer. it certainly wouldn’t be fun having to pay for a new one.

“jesus, hinata!” kageyama jumped out of his chair. “what are you tryin’ to do to me?!”

“nothing, nothing!” hinata exclaimed. “guess what? suga has got it bad for y/n.”

woah. even kageyama couldn’t pass up hearing such juicy information. he was rather impressed in suga’s taste in women too. you were a rather attractive woman, after all. “what? really? not bad, suga. not bad…”

ukai walked by as hinata spilled all the beans to kageyama. as hinata noticed ukai’s presence, he just had to get his opinion on the matter. after all, it was ukai’s fault the secret was revealed to everyone.

“hey, ukai. do you think suga is gonna try to break up the wedding?” hinata asked.

ukai was put off by such an outlandish question. he felt so guilty about this, as shocking as it was. suga actually put his trust in him, and he blew it in less than a week. some boss he was.

“hinata, suga is my friend, so the only people that this crush really concerns is suga and y/n...” ukai said. “and also me.”

of course, ukai had to make some of this situation about him. no surprise about that.

as suga tried to get some cleaning done, he felt as if there were more cameras on him than usual. to test the theory, he got up to go to the bathroom. the crew dared to follow him, but suga stopped before entering. there was no way he could let them film him doing his business.

“did the production value go up or something?” he furrowed his eyebrows. “what’s going on?”

before the crew could respond, nishinoya appeared, asking suga the last question he thought he’d have to hear. “suga, why didn’t you tell me you had a crush on y/n?”

his heart dropped instantly. it’s happening.

•••

suga had to carry out this interview in the calmest way possible. he was livid, sure, but there also was a bit of relief. the burden of his secret was so hard to carry most days. but the only way he could make it out of this alive is if he played it off like he used to have a crush on you.

“well, the cat’s out of the bag. i used to have a crush on y/n and now i, uh…” suga hesitated. “don’t. how thrilling...”

the poorly fabricated lies continued.

•••

now that suga got that dreadful interview was over with, it was time for him to talk to you about the newfound elephant in the room. as he discovered everyone was talking about this crush behind your back, suga decided he was better off confronting you about it. besides, it was either you find out through suga himself or ukai.

suga found you alone, knowing this was the only time and place he could get through this conversation. he didn’t need anyone else hearing in on this.

“hey.” suga spoke up. you look up and see his face, your calming smile putting him at ease.

“hey.” you say. “did you find anything good in your desk?”

“oh yeah, i found a coupon for a free sandwich.” he said. there had to be a way to bring up his crush somehow. “it expired in august, but i did find my phone charger from two years ago.“

“wow, big day.” you reply. big day was quite the understatement.

“i don’t even have that phone anymore.” suga chuckled.

“even better.” you grin.

“yeah.” he blushed.

thinking that was the end of the conversation, you began to leave the room, but suga quickly stopped you. this was his only chance, he couldn’t let it slip away.

“hey, uh, listen…” suga said as you stop in your tracks. you look up to see what he has to say. shockingly, this was harder than he thought it would be. “um, i told ukai on the booze cruise—it’s so stupid—but uh, i told ukai that i had a crush on you when i first started here.”

you felt your heart skip a beat. he had a crush on you when he first started here? now your mind raced back to suga’s first day at japan pulp and paper. he seemed so nervous, so you were the one to welcome him with open arms as you had only been with the company for less than a year at that point. you knew what it was like to be the newbie, so you wanted suga to feel more at ease. you didn’t think anything more of your kindness back then.

“oh…” is all you manage to muster out. you can’t believe you were so blind to it all. now you felt silly for only just now developing a crush on him within the past couple months. it was wrong on so many levels now.

“well, i thought that, uh.” he stumbled with his words. “i figured you should hear it from me rather than, you know, ukai of all people…”

“right…” you nod. even you could agree with that. that would result in a much more awkward interaction with your boss.

“and seriously, it's totally not a big deal, okay?” suga insisted. “and when i found out you were engaged, i mean, you know…”

right, of course. that cursed ring on your finger. no wonder he didn’t see you that way anymore, right? at least that’s what you thought was the case.

“no, yeah, i get it. i mean, i kind of…” you pause. lie, just lie, you thought to yourself. “i thought that maybe you did when you first started.”

“oh, you did?” suga questioned. now he felt a little stupid.

“well, i mean, just cause we got along really quickly…” you shrug. it was the best excuse you could think of on the spot, really. you clicked with suga faster than you did with anyone else. maybe there was a reason to that, now that you think about it.

“oh, so you saw right through me, great.” he forced a laugh.

“yeah.” you giggle. you were thankful suga fell for your sham, him feeling the same. “so are you going to be like totally awkward around me now?”

“oh, yeah, yeah... hope that's okay.” suga replied with a hint of sarcasm.

“mhm.” you nod.

“and y/n?“

“yeah?”

“it was like three years ago, so i am totally over it.” suga said. even if he was far from over it, he had to lie for the sake of saving face. he didn’t want to give up since ukai told him not to, but suga couldn’t let you know the truth just yet. this was merely dipping his toes in the water.

“yeah, cool.” you say before finally leaving the room. suga figured he kept you for far too long, anyways.

“alright, cool…”

•••

“so… suga had a crush on me, huh? emphasis on had, i guess.” you shrug. “more reason to move on from my own silly crush, right?”

the crew share a collective look. you wonder what they’re all thinking. was there something you still didn’t know?

“right..?”

•••

suga was thankful his conversation with you went rather smoothly. all he had to anticipate now was ukai’s explanation for the mess that’s been made. who knows what ukai will manage to do, he was so predictable yet unpredictable at the same time.

ukai jumped when he heard suga knock, even worse when he saw his face. he knew exactly what this was about, so ukai had no choice but to motion for him to come in.

“hey.” suga said, closing the door behind him. no way could anyone else hear this right now. suga would lock the door and board it up if it had to.

“i know, i know, i know.” ukai sighed. “i messed up.”

it was actually a surprise to suga that he was owning up to his mistake. he figured he should go a little easy on ukai for the time being, depending on his future responses. “yeah, i was kinda wondering what happened with that…”

“i um… you know, expense reports.” ukai said, frantically trying to explain his way through this. “and then stupid specs! he’s such a goody two-shoes, disgusting. he got all on me about our lunch—”

“the one at the maid cafe.” suga interrupted him. the puzzle pieces were coming together.

“yes, the one at the maid cafe! said corporate was gonna be mad about it, and…” ukai began to tear up, not even trying to fight back his emotions. “i ended up spilling the beans! it was an accident, honest! god, i hope this doesn’t affect our friendship, suga!”

wow. and to think suga was just crying to him merely days ago. now the tables have turned. suga didn’t know whether this was sad or hilarious. would it be wrong to think it’s both? he sure thought of it to be both ways.

as much as suga wanted to totally flip out and scream his head off, he just… couldn’t. for one, he’d probably lose his job, but this situation was inevitable. secrets can’t stay secrets forever, no matter how much you want to hold them close. they always make their way out of your grasp somehow.

“hey, hey, hey. relax, man.” suga tried to calm ukai down. “it's… it’s not a big deal.”

ukai wiped away snot and tears, which was quite disgusting. “it’s not?”

“yeah, it’s fine.” suga let out a sigh. “it was bound to come out one way or another, i guess. everything’s gonna be alright, okay?”

“yeah… okay.” ukai nodded. he was thankful to not be on suga’s bad side, which he‘s never seen at its fullest potential. no one has, really. suga is far too patient for this disastrous company.

“good… good.” suga said. “see ya.”

man, ukai was such a violent crier.

as suga left ukai’s office, he eyed you for a moment, seeing you were walking over to where he just was. you would have no choice but to see ukai crying like a toddler, which no one should ever have to see in their entire life.

“good luck.” he quickly whispered to you as you walked past him, confusion written all over your face.

huh?

shrugging off suga’s random comment, you head into ukai’s office anyway, not even bothering to knock as the door was already open just a bit. nothing seemed out of the ordinary to you yet, as if ukai isn’t unordinary anyway.

“hey, here's your schedule for next week.” you set the paper down on ukai’s desk before noticing he’s wiping away tears. “woah, are you okay?”

“yeah, i'm fine.” ukai sniffled. “look, about you and suga—”

“oh no.” you shook your head. was that what he was crying over? woah, did suga make him cry? nice. “ukai, you don't have to—”

“no, i feel like it's my responsibility as your boss and also your friend.” he cut you off, but you didn’t see any need for this. you and suga cleared the air already, right? plus, ukai considering himself your friend was quite a stretch.

“no, really, it's okay.” you insist. “i know that suga had a crush on me when he first started or whatever. but that was a long time ago, so…”

“what? no. it wasn't that long ago. it was on the booze cruise.” ukai said.

what the heck could he possibly be talking about?

“suga had a crush on me on the booze cruise or he told you about it on the booze cruise?” you furrow your eyebrows.

ukai very quickly realized he messed up once again. he figured he was better off shutting up for once in his life. “ahh… yeah… i’m just gonna… shut my mouth. i’m clocking out.”

“oh… okay.” you say quietly as ukai stood up and walked out of his office so he could leave for the day. it was about five o’ clock, after all.

you follow ukai on his way out and see suga packing up, putting his coat on before grabbing his briefcase. he can detect your presence, even when leaning over for his briefcase as he could see your mary jane’s in his vision. black and shiny, just the way they always were. you never, ever left them scuffed.

“you need a minute?” he asked as you walked by.

“yeah, just need to get my coat on.” you reply.

suga waited for you to pack up before you walked out together, both heading towards the elevator. you and suga enter, just the two of you, stealing glances while the other wasn’t looking until your eyes inevitably meet. you can’t even deny how often he makes your heart race, it was almost a nuisance.

you didn’t know how long this song and dance would last, but you needed this feeling to go away before june. it simply can’t go on any longer.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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Karasuno, Shiratorizawa, Inarizaki and Nekoma:

Manager has an Art Exibit

Karasuno x GN! Manager; Shiratorizawa x GN!Manager; Inarizaki x GN! Manager; Nekoma x GN! Manager

Warnings: PURE FLUFF, light swearing

A/N: This is an Anon request

Karasuno

The most feral of the 4 teams

I think we all know this but just to reiterate

Literally, I don’t care if they know absolutely nothing about art

The fact is they all suddenly become FASCINATED by it just because their manager is into it

Asahi has the most appreciate, followed by Kiyoko and Yachi

When they first find out you are into Art, they demand to see what you do daily

Idk if you only added one line to a drawing or maybe planned a new piece of pottery

These boys will be so into it!

They will ask the same question daily which is “can you teach me YN?”

When you tell them you have an exhibit coming up, they don’t even ask if they are invited

They just assume 😌

If it’s at a fancy place, they were their school uniforms because it’s the nicest thing they own 🤣

Daichi reminds them to keep the volume to a minimum

Hinata tells Kageyama not to look at anything breakable because his face is ugly/scary enough to break it on site

The “iTs My FaCe AsShOlE” speech follows

Tsukki is actually semi interested and wanders around looking at the exhibits

Noya and Tanaka glare at everyone until they say how amazing your pieces are 🙄

Ennoshita tells you that he will forcefully remove them if needed

Suga actually asks detailed questions about your work and super interested

Hinata is forced to stay next to Yamaguchi so he doesn’t accidentally break anything

All in all, solid 20/10 support and 6/10 safety around breakable pieces 🥰

Shiratorizawa

The most regal of the teams

Literally they showed up, literally in suits YN

SUITS 🫡

Someone quick, take a picture for your memory wall 📱

Honestly they don’t talk about your art much because volleyball practice is for volleyball

But after practice, Semi, Reon and Tendou show the most interest

Semi is super into your style and is always looking at your sketches/ finished products

Reon and Tendou are just super supportive, giving feedback and wanting to learn more

Ushijima doesn’t say anything BUT he is totally listening and storing away everything you say

Goshiki, well Goshiki tries 😅

He wants to know more but the boy doesn’t have a creative bone in his body

He is the definition of a “super volleyball idiot”

Shirabu and Kawanishi don’t really understand art but they still encourage you none the less

At your exhibit, they all walk the floor together

Like a flock of birds 😂

One of them moves and they others follow

They only mingle with you and keep a close eye on your work

Literally they don’t want anyone messing with all the hard work you’ve put in

You’ll talk with them about what you’ve done and that’s when Ushijima surprises you

“I see you used the light purple over the dark purple Yn, that was an excellent move.”

The team 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

Tendou 👉🏻🖐🏻👁️⭕️👁️🖐🏻

You 👉🏻🥹

These boys adore you so much YN, solid 10/10!

Inarizaki

Kita puts it on the board in the teams locker room

“YN’s art exhibit at 7pm TUESDAY NIGHT! Show up or I’ll make sure you get benched!” -Kita ❤️

That message was meant for one person and one person only

And I think we all know who 👀

*cough* ATSUMU *cough*

It’s not that Atsumu doesn’t support you, it’s just that his brain really only functions on volleyball

Kita and Aran will use every change they get to hype up your art work

Omimi suggests they use it in volleyball somehow

Even if it’s pottery or creative writing, they find a way

Akagi is super interested in what you do, always asking questions

Suna sits by you while you work, you have an unspoken relationship of just silent co-existence

He’s super peaceful 😌

Ginjima is a hype man, literally show him your new work and he will scream your praises

Osamu and you both encourage each other in your chosen talents

You taste his creations and give feedback and he critics your art

He’s an honest boy and we support it!

Riseki, our sweet baby, just loves supporting you because it makes you smile

At the exhibit, they honestly act semi normal

Atsumu and Osamu promised not to fight

Suna and Ginjima stood in between Samu and Sumu so they DIDNT fight

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi are all like ridiculously interested in art

Like they talk to you about all the exhibits and point out their favs

Riseki kind of stands there, awkward but he tries

Sumu compares art to volleyball and how he’s basically the artist of the team

Samu tells Sumu that volleyball is a sport, not an art which leads to fighting

Which then leads to Suna and Gibjima having to take the children home early

Solid 10/10 moral support but they might cause you a lot of stress 😅

Nekoma

I’m calling it, best team for Art Exibit support goes to Nekoma 🏆

Literally they are the most calm of all of the teams here and definitely beyond supportive

Literally YN, they worship the ground you walk on

So when they find out you are into Art, oh lord

They bug you non-stop to show them what you’re doing

Kuroo doesn’t even need to remind them you have an exibit, they just show up

Kai and Yaku are your support system, giving feedback and helping you carry things and organize everything

Yamamoto is security, hype man and literally #1 Yn simp

Kenma thinks your art is awesome and you’re one of the only people he talks to regularly

Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka literally adore you so much and want to know everything about your art

Fukunaga, a fellow artist but with words, literally always knows just the thing to say to cheer you up

And Kuroo talks about how you are the carbohydrates that fuel the team 😂

Because he would and we all know it

At your exhibit, they are the first to show up and the last to leave

Kenma might sneak off and play a game or two

But the rest are super interested

Kai takes photos, if allowed, and posts them in the teams group chat

Yaku will discuss every single exibit with you

Kuroo stands around like a proud dad 😂

Lev critics things because he’s an honest boy even thought he knows nothing about art

Inuoka and Shibayama literally just gawk at you because you are so cute when you are happy

Yamamoto is alot like Tanaka and Noya but a tiny bit tamer

Fukunaga takes notes on what he wants to talk to you about later when he finally gets to discuss your art with you

100/10 support

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mrs-monaghan · 6 months

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https://twitter.com/90symn/status/1720793183037088132

I'm NOT a yoonminer but if this was Jikook moment, you all would've turned into Jimin updating JK with his everh schedule and what he's upto... making this a domestic couple moment isn't it ?

Now does this mean yoonmin is couple ? DEFINITELY NOT. All I'm saying is almost every other members share the same close bond... some hangout more than other pairs, especially according to their free schedules. None of this means 2 are dating. Just that rn they are free to hangout.. so they have fun together. No need to give it other meanings.

Another thing is show happened because Jimin wanted to film a travel show with JK like they planned before and not because it was a romantic trip before MS like shippers liked to belive.

Sometimes I delete y'alls posts and sometimes I curse you out. But other times it genuinely seems like you want something to be spelt out for you. Which i will do since you're not being rude or whatever.

Anon, i am going to explain this to you like you're in kindergarten just so we're on the same page. First of all, Yoonmin are close. Closer than other duos in BTS. No one is denying that especially not on this blog. Yoonmin are close, they hang out alot, that's super on brand for them. Suga has a Jimin bias and has never bothered to hide it. So no, I will not sit here and claim that Yoonmin aren't close. Secondly, OF COURSE if JK had told us Jimin called to update him we would have called that a couple moment! You know why?

Idk if you have a lover or not, but if people checked your call logs, yes, you call other people, yes you text other people but you call and text your lover the most.

JK records other members but he records Jimin, the most

Jimin loves all his members but he is the softest when it comes to JK. Praising him all the damn time, bringing him up and an example all the time, bragging about him all the time. He cares about all 7 but has a JK bias.

JK has carried all members at some point. But he carries Jimin, the most

Jimin has taken photos will all members and posted. But his photos with JK are the most in existence.

JK will drop honorifics with all of them. But he does it the most with Jimin and with him, JK isn't usually joking like with the rest.

Jimin will back hug all members. But he does it to JK, the most.

JK has reacted to all members content in chapter 2, but he's done it for Jimin, the most.

Are you getting my drift? So yes, if it was JK who had said Jimin called him to tell him about something, yes, we'd have added that to our list of Jikook moments. Since anon, at the end of the day, BECAUSE of the exclusivity and consistency that Jikook have with eo, even the little stuff that they've done with others, count as couple stuff to us. Because we have already found reasons to believe they are indeed a couple.

I hope I have made that as clear as possible. Good day.

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook is real #if jikook isn't real then neither I'm i #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #jikook antis

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sixosix · 2 years

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kuroo tetsurou: how you get the girl

kuroo’s married to his childhood crush, you come back to town, oikawa introduces you.

fem!reader, fluff, childhood friends reuniting, unnecessary cursing, getting together but also established relationship(?), wc 2.1k

kuroo cracks his eyes open to his phone hitting him square on the chest.

it’s not painful, not really, because whoever threw it was mindful enough; still, he yelps an indignant, “what the fuck?” because what the fuck? he’d been snapped out of his stupor violently, and glowers at his assailant.

sugawara stands in front of him, unperturbed.

kuroo resists the urge to punch his face -- himself or sugawara, who knows -- and grunts, “what are you doing here? you’re not--” his brows knit together, “wait, how did you even get in my room?”

sugawara jerks a finger at the door just in time for him to see oikawa clap kenma on the back, praising him for his cooperation. kenma doesn’t even look like he’s listening. “i know a guy who knows a guy who knows your father who knows you,” sugawara explains happily.

kuroo briefly considers pulling his pillow over his head and sleeping again, but sugawara might not be as kind this time and might make sure the corner of his phone hits kuroo’s nose.

he remembers having heard stories from daichi, and wisely decides that he would rather not face the wrath of an angry sugawara.

kuroo sighs. he’s not awake enough for this. he needs bokuto to cheer him up the way he always does -- maybe his loudness would distract kuroo enough to forget about his pounding headache. but bokuto is not here; he’s most likely also dying on his bed, but at least he has akaashi taking care of him.

all kuroo has is the violent sugawara, the annoying oikawa, the kenma who probably does not give a fuck about his current state -- kuroo doesn’t want to think about daichi’s reaction if he sees him in all his hangover glory.

“ngh,” he grunts again, less eloquently this time.

oikawa finally lets kenma escape and whirls in on kuroo, face furious. uh oh, kuroo thinks, and prepares for nuclear destruction. “i cannot,” he stresses with a hiss, “believe you had the nerve to go out and get wasted!”

sugawara nods in agreement.

“without me!” oikawa wails in utter betrayal, clutching kuroo’s shirt.

“hey,” sugawara warns.

“and without suga-chan and iwa-chan,” oikawa adds as sugawara nods in approval.

“sorry,” kuroo says, not really sorry. “you probably would’ve ruined the party anyway.”

sugawara and oikawa pull at his hair until the headache comes slamming back worse than before. “okay! okay! okay, fuck! i cede!” he screeches.

“good,” oikawa huffs. he seems satisfied enough to let go of kuroo’s shirt, patting his head comfortingly.

kuroo smacks his hand away.

sugawara hums thoughtfully as a glass of water materializes out of nowhere and appears in his hand. “i saw your father in the grocery store yesterday. he was telling me about your sad, pathetic single life.”

kuroo takes a deep breath and swears to himself to never call his father ever again.

“you met up with mr. kuroo without me!?” cries oikawa.

kuroo grumpily thanks sugawara for the water, takes one big gulp, and huffs. “my love life is none of your business. pa just likes to butt in it thinking he can find the perfect girl for me like it’s a game.” he doesn’t know anything.

“ooh.” oikawa’s eyes sparkle at the idea. “i'm in.”

“what?” kuroo shakes his head, horrified. “no, no. this might be a game to him, but i am not letting you join. one nagging romantic is enough.”

“but tetsu-chan! i’m the perfect man to help you!” oikawa proclaims. “plus, mr. kuroo is right. you’re, like, what? 50 years old and pitifully celibate.” kuroo splutters. “for a flirt, you are awful in the romance section.”

“i’m not a charity case! and stop talking about my love life like some book store category!”

“i’m not saying you are a charity case! i’m saying i know someone who also happens to be looking for a date, so you are a very lucky man!”

kuroo does not doubt that. if sugawara knows a guy who knows a guy, then oikawa knows everyone and the grandmothers of their mothers -- but also all of them happen to be in love with him.

kuroo expresses his doubt with a deadpan stare

sugawara chuckles. “i can’t force you to date but they’re right, you know. it won’t hurt to have fun once in a while.”

oikawa nods enthusiastically. “let me play matchmaker this once please!”

they both look at kuroo, who wilts under their gazes.

“fine,” kuroo murmurs in defeat, ignoring oikawa’s cheer and sugawara’s noise of approval. “think you have what it takes to introduce to me the love of my life?” he asks oikawa.

oikawa scoffs good-naturedly. “don’t doubt me.”

kuroo eyes him. “you're strangely optimistic.” it’s code word for: i am suspicious of your malicious intentions.

oikawa bats his eyelashes, tapping kuroo’s glass as a reminder for him to drink again. he does so, but still stares at oikawa.

sugawara places his hands on his hips. “tooru’s been thinking of making the two of you meet for a while now.” at kuroo’s wrinkled nose, sugawara clarifies: “about a week, which is when she met tooru.”

“she’s cute!” oikawa chirps. “not my type but definitely yours! trust me, i can tell. i know you, tetsu-chan”

kuroo shudders. “i hope she’s not using me to get to you.”

“no,” oikawa says, much more serious this time. “l/n-chan is nice. even iwa-chan says so!”

“l/n, huh?” kuroo wonders where he’s heard that name before. “okay. fine. i’ll give it a shot.”

kuroo swipes the ring on his bedside desk and slips it on his finger, ignoring the look oikawa shares with sugawara.

a crunch resounds dully beneath his feet from stepping over and over the snow muffling the pavement. a shiver rides up his spine despite the heavy layers of clothing -- he’s got, like, what? three? five? and at least two of them belong to sugawara who loves his coats and jackets thick.

“if it rises even one degree i would probably be burning,” kuroo says; believable if his teeth weren’t chattering.

“don’t be so dramatic!” says oikawa, and the fact that he, of all people, is saying that is comedy gold. “you look cuddly. i’m sure the ladies would love that in a boy…! sorry, man,” he corrects himself, “you should seriously consider looking the part, tetsu-chan.”

“i hate you,” kuroo says, eyeing oikawa’s fit coat distastefully as he struts and acts as if all the ladies aren’t ogling him.

it’s about a day after the date discussion when oikawa invites kuroo to his favorite cafe to meet the girl. kuroo had honestly forgotten about it, and scolded himself for doing so.

oh, well. this is a mutually beneficial deal. if she asked to meet up then kuroo can't be at fault either.

besides, oikawa’s right. if he plays this right, maybe he'll finally find the one. and if not the one then maybe a silly fling -- that hopefully won't be throwing a fit once they figure out kuroo is not the cool suave athletic player he is, but just some idiot who pretends he knows what he's doing.

if only dating was so easy.

(if only kuroo stopped pretending that he didn’t lose interest in it years ago. he eyes his finger, and his heart sinks. just because she’s a l/n? since when did you become so desperate?)

they order drinks for both of them. kuroo takes big sips, impatient. they take a seat in a secluded corner, the warm light enough to ease kuroo just a tiny bit. he feels guilty, for some reason. he thinks he knows why, but he doesn’t know why it matters.

oikawa taps kuroo’s shoulder. “do you want to see a pic of l/n-chan before i tell her we’re here?” he asks.

kuroo stretches his arms. “yeah, why not?”

“okay!” oikawa says happily. “here you go.” and shoves his phone to kuroo’s face.

kuroo blanches. “oh no.”

oikawa blinks once. twice. he was not expecting that reaction. “testu-chan…?”

“fuck,” kuroo repeats, with more feeling this time, realization sinking on him. “fuck, you meant that l/n! oh my god, i’m so stupid, of course she’s that l/n, ohmygod--”

oikawa panics, setting his phone down to bat kuroo’s hands away, which were starting to pull ruthlessly at his roots. “stop that! what’s wrong?” he hisses. “what, what? what’s wrong!?”

“shit!” kuroo curses. “fuck! dude.”

“you’re making me nervous, kuroo,” oikawa warns feebly.

“that’s the y/n i had a crush on!”

that makes oikawa pause. “you? having a crush?”

“yes it sounds fucking insane because y/n is the only one i ever took seriously! that’s the y/n who i thought i wouldn’t be fucking seeing again so i confessed my undying love before we parted ways thinking we would only be in each other’s hearts!”

oikawa stares at him incredulously. “that’s kind of pathetic, tetsu-chan. and embarrassing.”

“shut up.” kuroo flushes pink. “i know that.”

oikawa nods sympathetically. “stay strong, tetsu-chan!”

kuroo inhales sharply. “did kenma ever tell you how i got this ring?”

“hmm?” oikawa studies the band wrapped around kuroo’s finger, eyes unreadable. “it has a backstory? i thought you were just being fashionable off-court, like me! the ring is kind of dirty now, though.” he clicks his tongue. “you should get that cleaned.”

“i’ve had it since i was 7.”

“shit,” says oikawa, suddenly serious. “wait. y/n. did you get engaged with l/n-chan at 7!?”

kuroo makes a noise. “what? no! it’s not-- well, actually. maybe you can say that.”

oikawa is elated. “oh my god! that’s a promise ring!?”

kuroo is flustered beyond belief. “yes, it’s a promise ring.” in a desperate attempt to cool off his face, he croaks, “what are you even doing here? isn’t this supposed to be a date between me and l/n-san?”

“i just wanted to be a good friend and not let you make a fool of yourself!” knowing oikawa, he is completely serious about this. “but…i feel like i don’t need to worry about anything, huh?” his smile is softer now. “don’t fuck this up, or i will be very disappointed in you, tetsu-chan!”

before kuroo can respond, oikawa’s phone vibrates on the table, buzzing their drinks. “oh! it looks like i’m gonna have to skedaddle!” he says, like an idiot. he pats kuroo’s shoulder as he rises to his feet, too aggressive to be comforting.

“if all else fails, i’ll treat you to drinks.”

“it won’t, but, i appreciate the sentiment,” kuroo drawls sarcastically, now itching with nerves as he’s hit with agitation for a completely different reason. he can’t stop staring at his ring.

oikawa gives him a thumbs up. “i like the spirit, tetsu-chan! bye bye!”

the door opens at the same time oikawa hurries off. kuroo bites his lip, using his 6-foot ass to his advantage as he searches for a familiar face. damn. his heart might as well beat out of his chest at this point.

a figure comes up to him. “tetsurou.”

kuroo grins, weakly. “shit. it really is you.”

you laugh, taking a seat in front of him. kuroo feels dizzy. “i was very lucky to meet tooru-kun, who was nice enough to tell stories about his handsome teammate.” kuroo probably should feel disgusted that oikawa is talking about him that way, but with how it comes out of your mouth, it feels pleasant.

he clears his throat. “so… you knew it was me. when you accepted.”

your smile is sadder now. “yeah. you didn’t, when you accepted.”

kuroo frowns, fingers digging on his lap. “y/n-- i--” i was seven. i thought you weren’t real. i thought it wasn’t real, “--i’m sorry. i thought--”

“it’s okay, tetsu. i understand. i’m not an idiot, you know. i heard this is the only date you agreed to go, too, so i suppose i’m lucky it was me.” you turn away from him, sharp eyes scanning the room. he knows better. you’re avoiding his stare.

that doesn’t make him any less guilty. “i missed you…”

your eyes slide back to him, mirthful. “remember what you said? the night before i left.”

kuroo blushes furiously; he knows, and he’ll never forget it. not when it’s still fresh in his mind, not when the band around his finger is a solid reminder. “of course i do. you think i’ll forget something as important as that? thought you knew me better than that, princess.”

relieved, you smile, pulling him closer by the sleeves of his hundred-something-layer clothes. “of course,” you agree, holding out your hand where he can see the ring; it fits your finger perfectly now. “thank you for waiting.”

(rain heavy on his shoulders, hands clasped together, a ring box on the floor, kuroo whispering, “i want you for worse or for better,” rings glistening, your face wet not from the rain, “i would wait forever for you.”

the rings didn’t fit you both back then. but maybe he was right to keep it that way.)

a bit too cheesy for my liking but i hope it’s a good read nonetheless. thank you for reading! feedback is very appreciated! ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

#606:HQ #606:NKM #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou headcanons #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro fluff

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seurie · 1 month

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Hey Aeri, can you do a past life reading for Suga?

suga's past life + its significance

right off the bat, i see this reading will look very different from jungkook's reading because i see multiple different lives that are affecting his current life.

[444] clairvoyance tldr; past life tw; none

all readings are genuine and done truthfully. if you have any questions or suggestions, please send them to my asks. positive vibes only!

AERI 🤍

#1. i see him as a painter, an artist. there's sun shining into his studio, and he has an outfit on that reminds me of great britain fashion in the 1500-1600s. he is a commoner who has made a name for himself by painting portraits and landscapes. at first, upper class nobles were not fond of him because of his social class, but because of his great attention to detail in his paintings and the artistic flair that he adds to each of his paintings, he had an affluent family sponsor him which made his paintings well-known and well-recognizable. i see him not constantly lacking a lot of sleep because he gets straight to work again if he has an idea that pops up in his head. his fame and popularity did not really matter to him because he viewed himself as a true artist who cared about the quality of his craft. i think he was very particular about who he decided to take in as his clients. i just keep seeing him painting and painting and painting. nothing else. i do see a very short glimpse of woman with light ginger red hair and she's in this light green almost grey-ish dress. he has a bit of a difficult perosnality <lol> and doesn't like having people around him, but he seems really comfortable around this woman. i think this woman was his muse. i don't think this woman is that significant to his current life.

#2. i see someone tasting wine and savoring its taste. he sits in silence during the night with his eyes closed. i sense that he is rich? a self-made businessman, a merchant. this is a man who is intelligent and has a keen eye for looking through people. he knows how to handle deals that benefit him and his business. i see him having a family, a wife that is too blurry for me to see, and 2-3 children. he has brown hair, brown beard, a hearty laugh, and a dad belly. he is very nice to get along with but not one you should underestimate because he is a very sharp guy. he values trust and loytalty in a business partnership, but his family comes first before everything. everyone is aware that they should not cross his boundaries or else the deal ends there.

#3. i'm feeling a bit of an egyptian or perhaps arabic influence here? the outfit and jewelry is definitely egyptian, but the kind of music i'm hearing, the instrumental sound, has a distinctly arabian sound to it. i see a woman twirling and dancing. she is very fit and greatly desired by many men. she, however, rejects all offers and stays single. she is very good at discerning people's intentions and is not particularly close to anyone; keeps to herself. she gets to choose who she wants to have a fling/relationship with (no ties) and enjoys herself confidently. i think she is part of some entertainment circle and is happy that she can travel with them and keep her freedom as an independent woman.

#4. i see a conductor, violinist, and pianist, accompanied by an orchestra. i think the pianist is suga and the violinist is his lover, while the conductor is a dear friend of theirs. it's like honey is dripping from his eyes as he watches her playing the violin. he matches his playing with her and he is completely mesmerized by how she plays with so much emotion and bravada. i believe this is during the romantic era of music, so around 1830s to 1900s. i don't really see anything else regarding their relationship, but i do see him sipping wine here as well with a candle lit during the night, working on new repertoire. i also see him on the bed, sitting, reading sheet music or a book with his lover next to him. she's asleep and he looks over and smiles, patting her head gently with his hand. i don't think they necessarily married or had children together, but the love i feel here is really deep and pure. she was his partner and muse. i really love the warmth that i feel here.

#5. i see him as a monk. he is sitting still and meditating. i also see him training, but i don't really know what style of moves he is mastering. this life feels like a distinct focus and reflection on the self. letting go of any sexual desires or any deep attachment he has with the world. it feels like he is a buddhist in china. he has quite a fulfilling life here and feels a lot of comfort in being by himself.

#6. this is a really brief one, but i see him in korea during the japanese colonial era. i see him looking around and then screaming something before throwing a bomb at someone higher-up. he's shot dead, but it causes some great casualties for the japanese soldiers. i think he had a wife here and maybe one teen daughter, but i don't see the daughter here and the wife does not seem to have a significant soul tie with him. i just see her telling him that he might die and wants him to reconsider, but he says that he doesn't mind and would do anything to contribute to his country's freedom.

him now. before i mention anything else, i would like to say that he has a very artistic soul. he is very creative and innovative, and i think in all of his lives, he pursued a career that let him express different aspects of himself. it makes sense why he is the way he is right now, based on his past lives. something i noticed from #1 and #4 is that the use of his hands feels very significant. he is probably very good at using his hands as a device for creation. this makes sense considering the fact that he produces so much amazing music and writes lots of lyrics for the band. i also feel that his life as a merchant is what helped contribute to developing his eye for people and their intentions, which is why he is probably very good at discerning who he should and shouldn't trust in this life. he is also very good at speaking as you can see on shows. i also see him just closing his eyes a lot and sitting silently, which reminds me of his life as a monk. overall, all of his past lives really helped him develop some key qualities he needed for this lifetime. i don't really sense much significant romance to point out for this lifetime, but the lover from #4 feels very significant to me. there's a possibility that yoongi might choose to live alone for this lifetime which is completely fine, but i do think that that lover is also currently alive as well. don't quote me on this since i'm unable to tell the proper age, but i do sense quite an age gap(?) between that lover and yoongi for this lifetime, so i don't think it'll be possible for him to be lovers with her in this lifetime again unless they're both willing to accept judgment from the public. it does make me really sad though. i wish they could be lovers again because that was so endearing to see. just two lovers very comfortable with each other, in love.

#seurie #aeri.reads #bts tarot #yoongi tarot

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I find it very fascinating to watch their behaviors/interaction between JK, JM and V via videos. I can see V's jealousy is clear when JK & JM are close. I suspect V is interested in JM and wanted more. It seems like JK and V are fighting for JM however I think JM's heart belongs to JK and JM like V as a f.r.i.e.n.d. and nothing more. What are your thoughts on this?

Would make for a great kdrama plot😹

Love it.

I won't call what you sense from V jealousy in that sense though that's what most people perceive it as hence the whole romanticization of Vmin.

It's more like feeling left out between his best friend and his partner in crime. None of them are fully his or exclusively his the way they are exclusively attached with each other.

And for a dude with chronic loneliness that was quite depressing I'd imagine. Probably what contributed to it too 💀

The difference is, Jimin is capable of giving him the love that he craves, the nurturing kind of love where he's empathetic considerate thoughtful mindful of how he's words and actions affect him, heal him, cater to him.

Jimin is a highly emotionally intelligent human being so you can understand why. He has a lot of things emotionally in common with Jimin.

However he has a lot of things in common with Jungkook too and he's known Jungkook the longest. Which is also why people mistake that interest in Jk for love and desire.

He wants his own person

The way Jimin is Jungkook's person.

Think of Jimin and Jungkook. If Jimin suddenly started spending most of his time hanging with someone else, sharing inside jokes with them that he didn't know of, dropping that person's name when he and Jimin were supposed to be the best friends, I think us and Jungkook would feel someway about it even if they were just friends. Especially us. We would be so concerned 😟

Similarly if Jungkook started hanging out with someone else, pushing to do lives with them, bragging bout knowing everything about them, acting like that person were his priority Jimin would feel some type of way even as a friend.

Yet when Jikook do that to V we don't see anything wrong with it cos we are so toxic shippers😩😩😩🤣

We only care bout Jikook to hell with any other attachments 🥲

That's how I think V feels most of the time.

He met Jungkook first and was very close to him before JM came into the picture. Yet suddenly Jungkook is more close to Jimin than him. He even had to beg JK to treat him more like a friend than a hyung and yet Jimin was out there crying and complaining Jungkook refused to see him and treat him as a hyung 🥺

Then he and Jimin also went to school together because of their same age and he was supposed to be closest with Jimin, however that's not the case. No matter how close he and Jimin are Jimin and Jungkook are closer than that😩

I think all he's wanted is someone's full attention. Not to share that person with other people. His own close nit tight friend who would prioritize him have their own secret pledge and handshake etc.

I think it's why he says he doesn't want to share his Wooga squad with BTS. He wouldn't even let Suga meet them and Suga complained about that thinking they were more like ghosts.

And if I remember JK used to poke him whenever he said he wanted to do things either on his own or outside the group, he'd ask with who, not with us?

Yet if Jimin had made those comments he would immediately assume JM was talking about doing those things him- and he would be right.

During their round table, everyone predicted Jimin wrote a note to Jk. Should have been V if they all thought that's where Jimin's interests lay.

If Jimin were an introvert who had no other friends apart from V I think Vmin would have looked very different. If Jimin was comfortable with V and V alone we would see a lot of Jimlos moments- I mean look at Jungkook😹

Sometimes in a crowd when JM wanders off he would become so restless.... but that's not jealousy perhaps it's close but not quite. It's I don't have anyone else but you why do you have all these people besides me. (A sign for you to make friends honey go out there and socialize geez) thankfully he's good at socializing now and new fans might struggle to understand just how introverted he used to be. Lmao.

So I won't say V is jealous. I'd say sometimes he's dealing with complex emotions, the realization that this person is not what I want him to be.

I remember the vminkook live where he wanted some me time with Jungkook and bam Jimin shows up out of nowhere instead and goes, I know you were looking for Kook.

And when he tries to show off their bond when Kook arrives talking bout inside jokes that Jimin knew nothing off and suddenly Jimin goes- PSA JUNGKOOK AND I ARE THE TEAM OF THE GROUP not you two so sit down. Powdered that shit down fast.

Which is funny cos once upon a time Vmin were voted the best duo of the group and yet here he is claiming that spot with JK not V.

And remember all the times he wanted some me time with Jimin and he said JK wouldn't let JM come and he was sad about it.

He can't claim either of Jikook the way Jikook are able to claim eachother. In fact no one can claim Jimin. Jungkook put Namjoon in his place one time, had the leader of the group going meow meow for years.

And frankly I don't think it's fair to Tae. I understand Jikook are a couple and all but damn that's a difficult place for V to be in.

Jimin is his chingu and he and Jungkook knew eachother first so how those two are so close more than they are with him or should be with him is just painful and embarrassing sometimes. I too would be salty

Good thing Jimin tries to make up for it cos imagine, you never hear Jungkook complaining he misses Jimin because some member has all his attention but here you have Hobi and V constantly complaining 😩

I think Tae just used to struggle with feeling sidelined alienated excluded and reduced to a third wheel in the vminkook dynamic.

And since he is petty much like myself I feel sometimes he does try to give them a taste of their own medicine- except Jikook aren't phased😩😹

They too in their own world to notice their friend is throwing tantrums in the back 😹😹😹😹😹😹

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revasserium · 8 months

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Can I request a daichixreader fic where the reader has been touched starved from her previous relationship that she doesn't feel like she deserves to be touched. And daichi finds out and comforts the shit out of her

Thank youuu

requests are open!

74. unguarded touch

sawamura daichi; 2,341 words, fluff and a tiny bit nsfw towards the end, but it's nothing explicit; also this doesn't follow the request exactly but it's def touch starved!reader x daichi u__u

“oi… are you even paying attention?”

you start, blinking wildly as the world swims back into view, the classroom refocusing in on itself, and at the center of it all, daichi’s slightly exasperated smile.

“how long have you been zoning out for?”

you bite your lips, shrugging, “uhm…”

daichi sighs, shaking his head, tapping a finger against the worksheets. you hang your head, but a second later, something warm presses against the top of your head and it takes you a full ten seconds to realize that it’s daichi’s hand.

“ah… what am i gonna do with you, hm?”

you look up to find his smile indulgent and your entire body locks into place. you trace the flicker of confusion as it skitters across his forehead, his eyes meeting yours and then scanning down your face.

“oi — are you okay? you look like you’ve just seen a ghost…”

you lick your lips and swallow hard. there’s something thrumming hummingbird fast in your chest. the ghostly weight of his hand is still warm against your scalp and it takes everything inside you not to lean forward and press your face into the broad of his chest.

but friends don’t do that to other friends, do they? friends don’t fantasize about holding hands at sunset or sharing earbuds on school rooftops during lunch break. no — friends (which is, you’re quite certain, what you and daichi are) do none of those things. they hang out and are casual about it. they help each other with homework and exams and play video games on the weekends.

they cheer for each other at volleyball games.

they hug, sometimes. but not often enough. never often enough.

“i — i’m fine. sorry — i — i think i got it now. thanks,” your voice comes out clipped, and one glance up at daichi’s face tells you that he’s a little hurt. still, he tugs his lips into a smile and nods.

“well, if you say so.”

“ah — yeah, thanks though. this was really helpful.” your fingers itch to reach out and tug him back down as he stands up, stretching his arms over his head. when he drops his hands back down, they hang by his sides and not for the first time, you find yourself staring.

“alright then. i’ll see you later? suga got those tickets for the movie we’ve been meaning to see.”

“yeah — sure. see you then.” you force your eyes back up to his face and smile.

the bell rings, signaling the end of open period, and you watch as daichi makes his way out of the classroom, laughing and chatting with a few other boys as he leaves.

you spend too long staring at the palm of your hands.

you’d grown up in a house built on distance. you’d watched your parents engage in a long distance relationship from the opposite ends of the same living room and neither of them had much time or energy for you. you’d often stared after other kids with their parents around the holidays, holding hands and laughing, mothers leaning down to kiss their daughter’s rose-colored cheeks, fathers hoisting up their sons for piggy back rides.

you’d always wondered what that might feel like.

if your mother’s lips were soft. if your father’s hands are callused.

the afternoon finds you, daichi, and suga waiting in line at the popcorn stand.

“hm… the chocolate ones were good last time, yeah?” suga says, mulling over the menu.

“the caramel looks good too,” you say, leaning over to glance at it too, careful not to brush against suga.

daichi cocks his head, “then lets try that one!”

halfway through the movie, you reach into the popcorn bag, the back of your hand grazing against another hand. you nearly jerk your hand away, your breath caught in your chest as you whip around, only to find daichi watching you with those warm eyes of his.

“oops,” he says, ever so casual, tugging his hand out of the bag and offering you a handful of popcorn.

you stare at it, your hand still halfway inside.

“th…thanks.” you reach out and take a few, warmth and tingles frisson up the length of your arm from the place his hand had brushed yours.

you turn your eyes back to the movie, but if anyone had asked, you couldn’t have told them a single thing about the second half.

it’s dark when the three of you exit the theatre and suga makes a show of yawning, rambling about homework and studying and whatnot. you don’t miss the way he catches daichi’s eyes and winks right before turning towards the subway station.

“uh… so…” daichi says, scratching at the back of his head, his voice suddenly a tad high.

“so…?” you peer into his face, wondering what this is all about.

“i was w-wondering — if you’d uhm… like to go to dinner… or something?”

“oh!” you almost feel yourself freeze up again. so… this is what it’s all about. you bite your lips and consider the question. friends go to dinner with each other, right? of course they do! then why… why does this feel so distinctly un-friend-like? why does it feel so much more —

“w-we don’t have to if you don’t want to — i just — it’s — never mind —”

“no! i — i want to — i really want to —” you blurt out, reaching towards him without thinking, and then — his hand is in yours and it is just as big and warm as you’d always imagined. implicitly, his fingers curl around your palm and for a few seconds, all the pair of you do is stare. and stare.

and stare.

you’re holding his hand.

and sawamura daichi, of all people, is holding your hand right back.

“okay then — g-good! good — let’s go.”

he turns, tugs you with him. he doesn’t let go.

he takes you to an italian place, where the spaghetti is too long and the meatballs steaming in the center, where well-dressed people all around you order wine with names neither of you can pronounce and when the waiter comes by, daichi asks for two glasses of martinelli’s on the rocks.

you nearly burst out laughing, but his fingers skim over your hand as he reaches out to refill your glass and this time, you don’t pull away. and when he reaches out to wipe a bit of sauce from the edge of your lips, you bite down the urge to look away —

his smile sweet and just a sheepish as he tugs his hand away and immediately takes a too-big swig of his drink.

the night ends with your hand in his, the pair of you giggling at something or other as he walks you home, slow and steady.

in front of your house, you don’t tell him that you wished this night would never end. you don’t lean in and wait for a kiss. you swallow down the ocean’s worth of things you might or might not say, all the things you might or might not ask him — don’t go, take me with you, kiss me, hold my hand, never let go —

“uhm… can i — uh —” daichi motions vaguely between the two of you and you nod so fast and so hard that you actually think you might’ve cricked your neck in the process.

daichi laughs, the sound low and warm, before he leans in to cup your cheek in one of his hands and pull you slowly towards him.

it is a kiss that last forever. or, at least, almost forever, in your mind. and because it isn’t actually forever, you’re convinced that it’s not long enough. you feel yourself leaning forward as he tries to pull away, your lips chasing his, a whine curling up the back of your throat.

“d-daichi — please —” you don’t mean to sound to broken, so desperate.

daichi blinks at the sound of your voice, pulling back with a slight frown.

“are… is everything okay? are we — is this going too fast? i’m sorry —”

“no! it’s not — i — it’s not too fast — it’s just —”

you clamp down on your bottom lip and wonder how much to tell him.

finally, you look back up and jerk your head towards the door, “do you… wanna come up for some tea?”

daichi blinks, thrown by your sudden offer, but he nods nonetheless.

in the comfort of your own room, with two cups of tea steaming between you, you tell him. you tell him that it’s almost an alien thing to have someone touch you, that sometimes, you don’t feel like you deserve it, even though it’s a strange thing to think.

and all the while, daichi sits and listens, nursing his cup of tea between his hands.

when you’re finished, daichi is quiet. and then, he sets down his teacup and motions for you to come closer. you hesitate for a split second before scootching till you’re sitting by his side, your arms so close to touching that that you can feel the heat of his skin next to yours.

slowly, he raises a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. just as slowly, he smiles and turns your faces towards him.

“can i?” he asks, ever the gentleman, ever so soft and patient and imploring.

you nod, and he leans in.

it is a slow learning, at least at first — him, with the curves of your body, the tenuous connections of your mind, the lines of demarcation between too much and not enough. and you — the plains of his chest, the solid of his fingers, the always-there-ness of his presence as he leans in close, presses a palm to the small of your back, slings an arm over your shoulder casually in between classes, offers you his jacket when it’s cold outside.

it’s a slow learning, but you learn, and he’s a wonderful teacher.

you can see now why he’s the captain of the volleyball team, why people trust him implicitly.

and then, all at once, it seems as if you can’t get enough. suddenly, you find yourself tugging him close, and then closer, you — reaching for him, kissing him with a hunger and desperation that makes his eyes go wide, makes his breath cut short. he laughs when you ask if this is okay — laughs and pulls you back, kisses you just as hard.

“y-yeah — it’s okay — more than okay — god —”

you revel in the gravel of his voice, soak yourself in the warmth emanating from his body as you both tumble back into your bed, the sheets shoved aside, the pillows knocked askew. he handles you gently, delicately, like bruised fruit, that is until you lean up and sink your teeth into the soft of his bottom lip, lick into his mouth and ask for more.

his eyes are dark when he pulls back, his chest heaving, his breaths thick with want —

“tell me — this is okay — tell me… or else — i — don’t know —”

“daichi — daichi, please —”

“i — shit —” he curses, leans down to bury his face in the crook of your neck, leans down to breathe you in, his fingers digging into your sides, holding you close, holding you still beneath him.

when he pulls away again, he seems slightly more put together. he takes a deep breath.

“i need… i need to know you’re okay… please.”

you nod, chewing on your lower lip as you nod and nod and nod.

“yes — i’m alright — i’m more than alright —” you reach up to fist your fingers in his hair, a dull ache gathering at the base of your stomach as he hisses, his eyes fluttering shut. it’s intoxicating to know that you have the power to do this to him.

“okay… okay then…” his breaths are coming in odd heaves and gasps, even as he steadies himself over you.

“daichi…” you murmur his name into the darkness of the night, watch as he opens his eyes to look at you, the moonlight spilling through your window in reams of silver.

“hm?” he smiles.

you smile too, “touch me. please.”

daichi lets out a breathy laugh, reaches out to brush a strand of your hair away from your face.

“well… since you asked so nicely…”

you laugh too, your head tossing back into your pillow as daichi’s fingers trail what feels like fire against the bare skin of your waist, then down, down —

you think, in the brief moments of clarity between the pleasure and the most beautiful kind of pain, that it might’ve been worth it. you think, in the moments between your panting gasps and the way daichi groans against your ear, the sound sending your whole body thrumming with anticipation, that if you had to wait for your whole life just to be touched like this —

to be held by him like this, to be kissed and treasured just like this… that it would’ve all been worth it.

you close your eyes as daichi’s fingers make magic and music of your body, of a body that you’d never known could hold things even remotely close to magic or music — you let your head tip back, let your fingers fist in the sheets beneath you —

“i-is that good?” he asks.

you keen, whimpering high in the back of your throat as you nod.

“it’s — it’s good — it’s perfect —”

to which daichi laughs and leans down to brush his lips against your skin.

“yes…” he says, looking down at you, his eyes full of love and starlight, “yes… that you are.”

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scoutswritingcorner · 2 months

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Rose Colored Boy

Angel Dust x Male Reader

A/N: Part two of ‘Harder Than It Looks’! Once again I’m going to reiterate that I am not a medical professional or psychiatrist. If you need help with addiction please reach out.

TW: Alcoholism, killing, being pressured, toxic friendships.Talks about Valentino.

The night had passed in a whirlwind of nausea causing you to wake up every two hours to vomit up even more of whatever was left in your stomach as your loving and caring boyfriend, Angel Dust, rubbed your back and wiped the bile, saliva and tears from your face with a nice warm cloth. You didn’t get much sleep that night, opting to stay awake to take care of yourself to allow your boyfriend to get some sort of rest. He didn’t go back to sleep either. Opting to hold your trembling body close to his as you tried to ignore the betrayal from your life long friends…you don’t think they were your friends anymore.

The morning was much the same as it was any other day but this time, you were scared to look at Charlie and Vaggie in the face. They would surely berate you. Tell you that you didn’t deserve to be redeemed, of course you didn’t. You were so stupid to ever think someone so broken and jaded like you could be redeemed. But the yelling and berating never came to fruition, only soft hugs and whispers that it would be okay entered your ears. “Redemption is a hard road to go down..everyone trips once in a while. None of what happened is your fault, okay? Vaggie and I are so proud of you.” Charlie whispered out her voice cracking as she no doubtably was trying to carry your burden on her shoulders as another sob wracked through your already trembling body, hiding your face into her shoulder as your arms wrapped around her. She reminded you so much of your older sister, arms always open to help in any way she could.

Now, here you were sitting at the bar as you stared at the glass of water in front of you. Every thought of yours screaming at you to jump over the counter and drink till you pass out again. You wanted to feel the buzz of the poison you came to know and hate. The liquid that numbs your taste buds and senses, makes you feel like the world couldn’t stop you. A gloved hand grasping yours knocked you out of your thoughts causing you to look up towards Angel, he truly was your angel and you were his. All those nights you promised to beat the fuck out of Valentino fresh in your mind. You stared at him before a smile graced your lips, “Drink some water, Suga’. It’s gonna help you okay?” His voice was soft as he mirrored your smile.

You nodded and turned your focus back to the glass of water, using your free hand to hold the cup. Slowly bring it up to your lips, you sipped on it. You ignored how you spilled some on your shirt as you started to unceremoniously chug the water down. A clawed hand reached over to stop you from choking on it as another wiped down the counter with a rough grumble, “Don’t choke on it, Kid.” Husk’s voice rang out as another violent tremble ripped through your body as you almost slammed the cup down but once again Husk had stopped your erratic movements. “..I hate this..” You grumbled out as Angel leaned down to gently kiss your forehead. “I know, Baby.” He replied glaring at your phone that started buzzing with text after text from your so called ‘friends’.

“Can I see your phone, Babe?” Angel asked, causing you to lift your head up from the bar. When did you put your head down? You shake your head to get your thoughts together and nodded, handing it over to him, “Oh..’Course..” You mumbled out laying your head back down, “For food?” your question surprised Angel before he smiled and used one of his hands to rub your back. “If you want some food, Suga’.” He frowned as he glanced back at your phone. Encouragements of more drinking and half assed apologies from your ‘friends’ kept spilling out but one of the messages stood out to him.

‘Nyx: Stop being a fucking bitch. You always liked drinking with us. Are we too good for you now or are you actually trying that new fucking redemption hotel?’

Angel’s blood boiled at that, seeing the picture of a tall lanky demon with a smirk. One that reminded him too much of Valentino’s smirk when he knew he had won whatever mind games that he was using. “..can we get take out?” you asked softly, causing him to jump back into reality. “Of course, Handsome. Anything specific?” He asked, watching as sweat rolled down the side of your face. It took a few seconds for the question to register for you but when it did you gave him a shake of your head, “Get..get Husk something too, Angie..” You slurred out causing the bartender to chuckle, “Nah I’m fine, Kid. Don’t worry about me.” He sent a glance towards Angel, who nodded and turned his own attention to his own phone, placing yours on the bar.

He texted the only other person he truly trusted and the one who had to make sure you were good enough for his heart, Cherri. It was a quick back and forth as he used your phone to order the takeout as well to calm your mind. Filling in the missing pieces to Cherri, he kissed your cheek as you tried to stay awake for him. “I’m gonna go get the food, Handsome. Do you want me to pick up any medicine for you?” His voice soft as if not to shake you awake from your groggy state, brushing back some of your hair as another tremble forced itself through your body.

“No..don’t think so…” you whispered out your eyes feeling heavy as you tried to stay awake for Angel. Nodding, Angel placed another gentle kiss against your cheek, “Okay, get some sleep Handsome.” You nodded and let out a loud yawn finally allowing yourself to fall asleep against the cold surface of the bar. Angel sent one last look to Husk who waved his hand, “Go, I’ll watch him.” He said gruffly but Angel could see how angered Husk seemed, how his pupils constricted with his anger. Husk was another person in this hotel who had helped you with your alcoholism, nobody questioned it but everyone knew Husk cared for you more than he liked to admit, Angel is guessing that he sees himself in you.

With one final nod and placing a stray blanket over your shoulders Angel left the hotel. Meeting up with Cherri was quick but his anger was quicker to flare up. He was going to teach those ‘friends’ of yours to not fuck with you ever again. So with a baseball bat in one hand and his tommy gun in the other they both entered the bar where your ‘friends’ met up to teach them a valuable lesson. But of course he was going to make it quick, though he wished he didn’t. But his sweet Prince needed him and he was looking forward to cuddles and kisses from you.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #angel dust x you #angel dust imagine #hazbin angel dust

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lokisasylum · 5 months

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The situation is critical, we need to be careful…

Jang Seunghyun, also known as ARMY52Hz on twitter/X, has been for the past 24 hours posting after posting, after posting none stop in a desperate attempt to save his ass after being exposed for his lack of transparency, favoritism and one-sided beef with—not just Jimin, but all the other members as well.

‘Cause if you guys recalled when I posted about this guy earlier this year, during Jimin’s first and second wave of sabotages, where it was revealed that this person is not only working directly for Hybe and therefore under their payroll. He’s very much obsessed with Jungkook to the point of dressing up and wanting to look like him, and in addition has been caught hanging out around DCGallery, the infamous forum filled with BTS antis who love to fabricate rumors and hate campaigns (his email and IP address also match that of one of the biggest Jimin hater blogs).

But if that's not enough to raise your blood pressure aside from the damage he's already done to this fandom since God knows when. Here's a recent post he made:

Did you catch that?

No? Lemme just--

Yep, you read that right, on one hand he is admitting that he "and his team" (meaning other staff who help in managing the account) made a mistake (althought I sincerely doubt that purposely and intentionally manipulating charts in order to "encourage" people to vote for who YOU want is a "mistake" that bypassed multiple people).

This bastard is referring not only to Jimin, but also Suga and V as "unrelated singers". Jimin was at No.11 on the chart and only needed TWO points in voting to enter Top10. Both Suga and V weren't too far below him and could have also entered, but no, they purposely made Karmys hoard ALL of the votes for ONE member. 'Cause this is how they continuously showed the charts to "the fandom":

But if Jimin, Suga, V and any other member are considered "unrelated singers" and are known to have been directly sabotaged by this same account who we know works for HYBE... are they indirectly admitting to something we still don't know, but have been suspecting for some time now?

Is the whole "2025 BTS Reunion" a farce and they're only creating false expectations to keep Army from leaving so when the dreaded d-word happens the company will be free to promote ONE member and use the fandom AGAIN?

But if that's not enough to get your panties in a bunch with an uncomfortable itch. Then the next thing surely will.

Remember I've also warned you guys about trusting certain "translators" in the fandom because many of them are known to do (intentional) mis-translations in order to portray certain members in a certain way to feed an agenda and get them hate.

if the name "hiraeth8221" sounds familiar to you, it should because she has been exposed like many others as these type of translators so it should be no surprise that someone exposed this little gem:

This was before Bighit became HYBE. And it was known the translators were few and people sometimes "from the fandom" would get directly hired to work with them.

But guess who this particular translator is defending TODAY:

Yep, ARMY52Hz. Which means hiraeth8221 is STILL under Hybe payroll and very much involved with other Hybe controlled accounts known to create trouble in the fandom.

But that's not the most disturbing part, the real scary thing is that after she too got exposed today, minutes--maybe SECONDS later MANY army and especially Jimin stan accounts that opposed what ARMY52Hz did and are actively boycotting them, started getting mass reported by mysterious "Korean army accs" that seemed to have been created in the past 24hrs when ARMY52Hz got first exposed for manipulation.

This has of course enabled jungkook solos to also mass attack other members and their stan accounts. While also publicly defending ARMY52Hz. WHY? Because its been known and mentioned for YEARS that the fandom did nothing to control them and taekookers whenever they caused harm, especially to Jimin. Hell, they said it themselves:

But now that their little bubble is close to bursting if and when they loose accounts like ARMY52Hz. They'll be done for and finally exposed for the deranged bunch they've always been.

If at this point you don't feel your stomach turning at how much from this fandom (and maybe even BTS themselves) has been heavily manipulated over the years... and now with the addition of Scooter Braun doing the real damage by manipulation of the charts, sales ect in order to favor certain people... then I don't know what else to tell or show you guys to make you understand how BAD the situation is.

And honestly at this point, not even the 2025 BTS Reunion will fix it. if anything it might get WORST.

#BTS antis #jimin antis #BOYCOTTARMY52HZ #ARMY52HZOUT #bts #jimin #park jimin #bts jimin #bantansonyeondan #jhope #jin #V #suga #namjoon #jk

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all my ghosts by lizzy mcalpine for the song recs!!! it's one of my favorite songs right now hehe. doomsday & reckless driving are also really good!!

*you give me a great rec and prompt* *i drop the fic a year and three months later*

a perfect night and a beautiful ghost

summary: oikawa goes to argentina. iwaizumi meets suga. they learn to move on. prompt: music recs, all my ghosts (lizzy mcalpine) pairings: past + platonic hajime iwaizumi/tooru oikawa, present hajime iwaizumi/koushi sugawara words: 2527 warnings: none

Iwaizumi fell in love with Oikawa slowly, in the same way the snow falls on a winter day: gentle, wandering to the ground and melting; then fast, quick and heavy, dropping straight to the concrete and collecting there in frozen snowbanks. He fell in love with Oikawa in the same way that the winter encroaches upon the fall, until suddenly it has dropped below freezing and you barely even noticed the date on the calendar changing.

He fell in love with Oikawa in the same way he does everything: slowly, surely, and without a trace of hesitation. There was no hesitation, really, because Oikawa was his best friend. Because Oikawa had always been everything safe in the world, had always been everything good, everything strong, everything certain. Iwaizumi had never once doubted that Oikawa cared about him.

Even if Oikawa didn’t love him back, there was very little chance of Oikawa turning against him, hating him, or otherwise leaving him because of it. Iwaizumi could barely imagine a world in which Oikawa left him, whether because of this or because of something else.

So he confessed. He confessed, and Oikawa cried—because of course he did—and confessed that he loved Iwaizumi just as much. They started dating, and for a while, everything was good.

The thing about your first serious relationship is that, because it is your first one, you have a million things to work through and figure out before you can fall into a rhythm that makes sense to you and your partner. There are going to be problems that you have to deal with, you are going to have to communicate in a different way that you’re used to, and you’re going to have to try new things and deal with things that you didn’t expect.

The other thing about your first serious relationship is that, no matter how it ends, after the breakup, it is going to haunt you.

You could end on friendly terms, you could remain friends, you could do everything right in order to minimize the pain, but—but it will always haunt you, still. It will always be there, just a little bit. This is not necessarily a bad thing, because it can remind you to do things differently the next time than you did the first time. It doesn’t necessarily mean you’re going to be hung up on it forever.

But it’s also always going to be the lightest of ghosts in the corner of your eye, in the deepest crevice of your heart. It’s always going to sit there, just the slightest of reminders.

So Iwaizumi isn’t hung up on Oikawa, not really. He’s moved on from what they had. Still, though, he thinks about it sometimes. He Skypes Oikawa whenever they get the chance between the Japanese and Argentinian time zones and between their two busy schedules, and he wonders just a little.

He wonders what it would be like to have stayed together after their last argument about Oikawa moving. About the time difference. About the commitment long distance would be. He wonders what it would mean for them to still be in a relationship. He wonders about all the things that Oikawa isn’t telling about his life not just because they’re exes now instead of just friends.

Oikawa is Iwaizumi’s every first: first friend, first kiss, first love, first time. Oikawa has a hand in every part of Iwaizumi’s history, and even while in Argentina, Oikawa keeps himself clawed into Iwaizumi’s thoughts. They’re still best friends, after all, and this makes everything both better and easier and so much harder.

Neither of them tell each other about their romantic or sexual endeavors. Iwaizumi isn’t sure why Oikawa doesn’t say anything, and honestly, he isn’t sure why he can’t bring himself to say anything either. Maybe he’s afraid of what Oikawa would think, what he would say. Maybe he’s afraid of hurting Oikawa, though he knows that after the breakup Oikawa started, Oikawa has no right to be hurt over Iwaizumi moving on.

Maybe he’s afraid that telling Oikawa is a betrayal of some sort, though he knows he’s not doing anything wrong. They ended things on good terms; or at least they ended things on good enough terms to talk to each other without crying. Iwaizumi isn’t sure if everything has gone back to normal, to how things had been before dating, but—they’re trying. They’re making progress.

And telling Oikawa that Iwaizumi is seeing new people maybe would take away all of that progress. Maybe that’s why Iwaizumi doesn’t want to say anything.

Whatever the reason, Iwaizumi feels haunted by that relationship and yet he refuses to tell Oikawa anything about his new relationships. So when he meets Suga, and when they kiss for the first time, and when they start an actual committed relationship, he doesn’t say a word of it to Oikawa.

Even omitting news of the relationship, though, feels a little like a betrayal. Like he’s lying about something important to him. He’s holding something back, and that’s just as much a betrayal as telling Oikawa that he’s actually moved on.

It’s only when Suga brings it up, really, that Iwaizumi realizes maybe he should change something about the way he’s acting. Until Suga pointed it out, Iwaizumi didn’t really realize it, but he’s been keeping his friends and Suga in two different worlds, worlds that he refuses to let collide.

He’s told Suga about some of his friends before, the things they got up to in high school; and about some of his university friends, too, and he’s told his university friends all about Suga as well. He’s done a lot of talking about them—though rarely mentioning Oikawa and never by name, and never mentioning that they had dated before, as if something about that is still too private, too raw, to share with his current boyfriend—but he’s never brought Suga along to meet anyone.

It’s strange, really, because he’s been dating Suga for a few months now. Suga has met his mom and has met his sisters. He’s met Suga’s friends—Daichi and Asahi and a few others. He knows all about them and their friendships.

Iwaizumi really doesn’t know why he’s been keeping Oikawa’s name secret, much less his relationship with him just as secret, nor does he know why he’s refused to let Suga meet his friends. He can tell, too, that Suga has been thinking about this for a while now and that it’s been weighing on him.

“I don’t have to meet them if you don’t want me to,” Suga clarifies, when he brings it up at a date one night, “but I’d like to, if you are okay with that. I don’t—” he stops, swallows, stares anywhere that isn’t Iwaizumi— “I don’t want you to have to be ashamed of me.”

“I’m not,” Iwaizumi says quickly, rushing through the words. “I’m not, I swear. I’m really not.”

Suga looks at him, then away again. “Alright, if you say so. Just…think about it, okay?”

Iwaizumi takes a breath, reaching over the dining table in his apartment to squeeze Suga’s hand. He had made them dinner—and had been disproportionately proud of it—but it all tastes sour now. “I want you to meet them.”

“I don’t want to pressure you—”

“You’re not,” Iwaizumi cuts in. “I want this, too.”

Suga nods, a small smile at the corner of his mouth. “Just let me know when and where, ‘kay?”

Iwaizumi hesitates for a moment before squeezing Suga’s hand again. “Oikawa’s coming to visit in a few weeks. We’re all going to meet up. You can come with me, if you want?”

Suga smiles. “That sounds really good.”

Iwaizumi smiles at him, and—and the weeks between that smile and their meeting seem to pass in only an instant. It feels like the day is upon them before Iwaizumi even remembers that it’s happening.

Or, that’s not really true. He’s been counting down the minutes until Oikawa lands in Japan since the moment Oikawa said he was coming to visit for the winter holidays. He’s been counting every second until he gets to sit in a bar with Oikawa and Matsukawa and Hanamaki again.

He tells them all that Suga is joining them, getting enthusiastic responses from Matsukawa and Hanamaki and nothing from Oikawa. Iwaizumi tries to dismiss it as Oikawa being too busy to respond to that particular text, but it burns somewhere deep in his chest that he doesn’t really want to psychoanalyze.

When he and Suga finally manage to get to Miyagi, where they’re all meeting for the weekend since Oikawa is staying in Matsukawa’s apartment, Iwaizumi is vibrating with both excitement and with nerves. It’s been almost a year since he’s seen Oikawa, and on top of that, introducing Suga feels a little like introducing two atoms that could either create a nuclear explosion or some new, beautiful element.

But they get into the bar and—and everything is fine. It feels good. They catch up with Matsukawa and Hanamaki, and Suga gets along with them both beautifully. Oikawa is visibly caught off guard at first—or maybe it’s only visible to Iwaizumi, because no one thinks anything of his initial reaction to Suga—but it doesn’t take long before he and Suga have charmed each other into easy banter.

Iwaizumi sighs, rolling his eyes a little when Hanamaki leans into his shoulder and whispers, much too loudly, “So you definitely have a type, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Iwaizumi mutters, and Hanamaki cackles.

Suga glances between Iwaizumi and Oikawa. “Did you two…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t have to. Hanamaki winces a little, looking down at his drink, like he regrets saying anything. Iwaizumi’s heart is in his throat as Oikawa says lightly, “Did Iwa not tell you?”

“No,” Suga says, eyes on Iwaizumi. He doesn’t look offended…just confused. Confused as to why Iwaizumi wouldn’t tell him. Confused as to why it’s a secret from him and no one else. “He didn’t say anything about that.”

Oikawa’s eyes are narrowed on Iwaizumi. “We dated for, what was it? Two years, Iwa?”

Iwaizumi shrugs. “Sounds right.”

“The one who got away,” Oikawa sighs dramatically. He turns away from Iwaizumi to look at Suga, and having his gaze no longer hot on Iwaizumi makes him feel only marginally safer in the churning water of this conversation. “Tell me, Suga, does he still do that thing when you go to a 7/11 together?”

Suga snorts. “Where he debates between cherry and blue raspberry drinks for at least ten minutes before going with coca-cola?”

Oikawa laughs, light and easy and unbothered. It’s fake, it’s so fucking fake, Iwaizumi can tell so easily, but everyone else seems to be fooled by the break in tension. Hanamaki exhales, slow and steady.

“Did he always drive like an old man, too?” Suga asks Oikawa, grinning. This one doesn’t feel fake, though, like maybe Suga is okay with all of this even if Oikawa looks like he wants to leave immediately.

Still, Oikawa finds it in him to take a drink and then to chuckle again, ducking his head with a smile in the way he only does when he’s faking it.

“I swear,” Oikawa laughs, “we only ever got anywhere on time if we left with ten extra minutes for him to look four ways three times at every stop sign.”

Matsukawa snorts. “I think it took you two longer to drive places than it took us to walk anywhere.”

That actually makes Oikawa laugh, and this time it feels real. Suga, too, laughs, and that’s real and honest and he’s happy despite the reveal of his and Oikawa’s former relationship.

“You’re all so mean to me,” Iwaizumi mutters, rolling his eyes.

But despite being made fun of, Iwaizumi has a drink in his hand and he’s flushed and, for the most part, he’s satisfied with the way the night is going. The conversation moves away from his and Suga’s relationship, and then he catches Oikawa’s eye as he slips away from the booth to step outside into the crisp night air.

Iwaizumi looks between the other three, who are caught up in some debate about a TV show Iwaizumi has never even heard of, gives Suga a small smile and then walks out after Oikawa. This is a familiar routine, where Oikawa will step away from a group outing early in the night to get some air and Iwaizumi will chase after him to make sure he’s okay.

Usually, it’s just because he’s getting overwhelmed by the noise and energy or because he’s a little more drunk than he wants to be. Sometimes it’s because something happened and now he’s spiraling.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi calls out.

Oikawa has found a spot on a bench outside of the bar, and he’s sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest and his eyes focused out on the distance. It’s a clear night, and you can see everything. The stars, the wind pushing a few clouds to the North, the headlights of cars coming around the bend in the road.

Oikawa doesn’t look over at him as Iwaizumi sits down next to him, just a few inches of space between them. “Hey.”

“You okay?” Oikawa doesn’t answer. Just lets the question settle in the air between them, hanging there with a heaviness Iwaizumi wishes it didn’t have.

Then Oikawa takes a heaving breath, not like he’s about to cry over a trivial thing but like he’s about to give up on something important. He speaks like he’s formulating the question as he says it. He speaks like he isn’t sure he wants the answer.

He asks, slowly, “Do you think we could have lasted? Been something? If I didn’t move to Argentina?”

Iwaizumi swallows, feeling the build up of pressure in his chest spilling over into tears that sting at the corners of his eyes. He looks over at Oikawa only to find Oikawa looking at him. Oikawa is looking at him like he’s searching for something, something that he can’t find. Iwaizumi, meanwhile, is looking at Oikawa like he’s seeking something, something he doesn’t want to see.

For the first time in their lives, they do not find what they want in each other's gaze.

“I don’t know,” he says truthfully. “I—I don’t know.”

He stops. Leaves it there. He can’t bear the rest of the sentence.

Oikawa nods. He takes a deep breath and turns away. He looks up at the sky, at the thousands of stars littering the world above them. At the new moon: just a ghost, invisible, breathless, in the sky. “The sky is gorgeous tonight.”

“It is.” Iwaizumi tears his gaze away from Oikawa and pretends that every second looking both at and away from him doesn’t hurt. “A perfect night. It’s beautiful.”

“No moon tonight,” Oikawa says, as if he hadn’t heard Iwaiuzmi speak. “All these stars, and a spot with no moon. Like a clean slate.”

Iwaizumi nods, and he’s only able to watch as the tears spill over Oikawa’s cheeks, entirely silent in their fall. Oikawa doesn’t flinch at their movement. Just stares up at the perfect night. The kind of night meant for moving on.

#im insane abt them all btw. if u couldn't tell. which you definitely could.#my writing #haikyuu #iwaoi #iwasuga #iwaoi fic #iwaoi angst #hajime iwaizumi #tooru oikawa #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #oikawa angst #iwaizumi angst #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfiction

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