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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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The Grey Zone 3

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, age gap, bullying, toxic parental figures, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your parents has never been good, and that with a family friend takes a strange turn(goth!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: I'm tired of being sick

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You prefer the opening shift. Finishing early gives you extra motivation to make use of the rest of the day. Yet that morning is slogging by like wet sand. You still have an hour left before you’re free and even then, you have hours of studying to catch up on.

You enjoy your work, short of the occasional unpleasant customer. The shop is slow despite its location in the mall, but that’s expected with its niche catalogue. The New Age collection often attracts curious eyes but few purchases. The candles and jewelry sell most often, more marketable to those in the market for a gift or ‘just looking’.

You lean on the counter, doodling with a pen on a strip of receipt paper. Little stars and a crescent moon. The mall is starting to get busier as lunchtime approaches. You twirl the pen and look up, only realising then that you have a customer.

You drop the pen and quickly flit around the counter. It’s a good thing the manager is only in on evening shift. You approach the man perusing the bucket of discount crystals and slow as you recognise the back of his slicked hair. Really?

“Mr. Hansen?” You sputter in surprise.

He turns and smiles at you, a stone in his hand, “hey, little lamb,” he greets coolly, “fancy meeting you here.” You squint as he laughs at your cynical stare, “sarcasm,” he scoffs.

“Oh, uh,” you go to cross your arms but resists, instead hooking your thumbs into the chains attached to your black cargo pants, “are you looking for something?”

“Besides you,” he winks as he drops the stone back in the bucket, “they don’t have the hair gel I like at Carmine’s. Apparently they don’t manufacture that scent anymore. So I was wandering around and I just stumbled in.”

You nod and watch him reach into the bucket and pull out a small shard of lapus lazuli, “you got any Carnelian?”

“Carnelian?” You furrow your brow, “uh, I don’t know. Probably not in there…”

You turn and stride over to the shelf of labeled stones; those ones with a better natural shape or cut. You search the tags and find a small canister of orangish red stones, smooth and ovular; some opaque and few with patches of translucence.

Lloyd stops beside you, close. Too close. He tends to do that. He crowds you in without realising it. You hold out the container.

“You like crystals?” You ask with an edge of doubt; you didn’t expect he would be into that sort of thing.

“Eh, I’m intrigued,” he takes the canister and examines it, “you know, after you showed me your cards, I was reading around. It’s kinda neat, this stuff. You know, I don’t really buy into the mystic shit but it’s fun.”

“Ah,” you nod. Most people have that opinion. It doesn’t bother you. You’re more pragmatic than dreamy. You accept that you have no control over the world, but you don’t believe there’s any force around that does.

“You got cards here?” He shakes the crystals as he lifts his chin.

“Uh, yeah, just over there,” you point to the other wall.

You back away and go back to the counter. You just need some space. In such a small shop, it’s easy to feel suffocated. He goes to the shelf of tarot cards and you languish in the silence of his perusal.

“There a difference between these things?” He asks.

“No, not really. Just the look.”

“Ah,” he accepts and spins on his heel. He approaches the other side of the counter and places down his purchases. The crystals and a deck of cards with a Roman mythology aesthetic. “Just these.”

You ring him through and he plays with the necklaces on the small rack next to the till. He tilts his head as he examines a piece of amethyst attached to black cord. He lets it dangle and reaches into his back pocket. He presents his card and you pass over the machine.

“When are you done?” He asks.

“Um, in an hour,” you answer.

“Hmm,” he nods as the machine accepts the transaction, “got the whole day ahead of you.”

“Kinda,” you wait for the printer, “want a receipt?”

He shakes his head, smiling at you. You take out a small black bag and put his things inside, sliding it over to him. As he takes it, his hands brush yours.

“Don’t work too hard,” he says.

“Er, sure, thanks,” you eke out awkwardly, “have a good day.”

“Going well so far,” he smirks before he turns away and struts to the door.

He looks back and you raise your brows at him, perturbed. He finally leaves and you let out a breath. You wonder if he knew you worked there or if it’s as deliberate as it seems.

You take out your phone and lean on the counter as you key in Carnelian. You don’t know much about the stone and you can’t remember anyone ever asking about it. You nearly choke as you read the description; ‘Carnelian is great for increasing sexual energy…’

Is he trying to embarrass you? Your mind lists to a couple nights before when he sat on your bed. It all seems a bit much, a bit too calculated. You just can’t find the punchline to go with the set up.

🖤

Meghan shows up to take over for the afternoon. You leave her, intent on your mission. You’ll get your matcha to go and head to the library for your study session. Studying at the cafe had proven too distracting last time.

You get in line, flicking through your phone as you shift with the bodies ahead of you. You hear a rabble behind you as a large group enters, clustering at the end of the queue. You tuck your phone away as you recognise a voice and keep your chin down. You shrink down, hoping to go unnoticed in the busy cafe.

“Oh, look who’s back again,” Shania guffaws, “it’s the dead girl.”

You don’t look back. You have as much right to be here as them. You don’t know why she’s so pressed. There are other coffee shops and no reason for her to associate with you. High school is over. This isn’t the cafeteria, there is no cool table.

“Hey, Morticia,” Kaliana comes up on your left-side, “thanks for saving us a spot.”

They try to push in ahead of you but you step up, blocking them. You keep your head straight as Shania jostles you from the other side. At least this time you don't have anything for them to dump on you.

“Don’t be uncool, face paint,” Shania snarls, “know your place.”

“Go away,” you mutter to your boots.

“I can’t hear you over all that metal,” she reaches out and tugs on your nose ring. “Speak up, little girl.”

“I don’t know how you breathe around that snot catcher,” Kaliana chortles.

You shake your head and cross your arms. You step back and wave to the space in front of you, “fine. Go ahead.”

They girls laugh. They sound like hyenas. As they go to step in front of you, Shania cries out and liquid splashes over her shoulders, dripping down the front of her baby pink crop top. She puts her hands up and turns to face the culprit.

“You loser–” She yipes.

“Didn’t see ya,” Mr. Hansen’s voice brings your eyes up, “watch where you’re walking.”

“What? Me? You–”

“Look, I don’t need some knock off barbie shrieking at me so zip it,” he spits.

“Excuse you! You can’t talk to me like that.”

“I can and I am,” he snickers.

“Ew, you creep, get out of here,” Kaliana steps up next to Shania, “No one wants to hear from you or your dirty porn stache–”

“I didn’t ask, pancakes.”

“Pancakes?” She sniffs.

“Flip, flap,” he motions to his chest with a mean smirk, “if you’re gonna go out in a shirt like that, you could at least put a few socks in your bra.”

“Ugh, you perv–”

“Trust me, you’re the last thing that makes my dick hard,” he curls his lip.

“Whatever,” Shania blusters as she pulls the wet fabric away from her chest, “Kal, let’s go.”

The girls stomp off and you stare after them. Hansen puts down the empty cup and chortles. He turns to stand parallel to you, “well, I don’t know who’s drink that was but I hope they don’t mind.”

“What?”

“Oops,” he shrugs, “so what are we drinking, babe? Hmm. You seem like you got a sweet tooth. White mocha? Caramel?”

“Uh, no–”

“Wait, wait, dark chocolate, that seems more your speed.” You shoot him a look and he meets your eyes. He smiles and tilts his head, “kidding.”

“I can get my own drink,” you insist.

“I’m sure you can, but I want to get it for you.”

“Why?”

“Why?” He repeats.

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’re not answering me,” you sigh and move up to the counter.

“I don’t know, you make me wanna do nice things,” he says and faces the barista, “black coffee and whatever she wants.”

You hesitate but take your cue. You order your matcha latte and he taps his card. You clamp your lips together. Does he think you’re pathetic? That you need him to pay for a tea?

You go to wait by the order window and sway impatiently. You grip the strap of your bag and stare out into the mall. Hansen leans into you, brushing his arm against you.

“So, couple of bitches, huh?” He says.

“What?” You whip around to face him.

“Those girls.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. We went to school together…”

“Figured,” he shakes his head, “they’re only jealous. Girls like that, they don’t know how to feel anything else. Always a competition.”

“Hm, I guess.”

“Not like you.”

You glance at him then to the counter. You just want to get your tea and leave. You tap your fingers on the strap of your bag.

“So, the lake house,” he changes the subject, “what do you think?”

“Uh, dunno,” you watch the barista at the steaming espresso machine, “dad didn’t say anything.”

“I’m not asking about dad. You ever been to the lake?”

“Which lake?”

He chuckles, “now who’s not answering who?”

You shrug and cross your arm over your chest, rubbing your shoulder. Your order is up. Before you can move, Hansen puts his hand on your lower back, ushering you with him to grab his cup as you claim your own.

You pull away from him as you leave the shop. He keeps pace with you as you try to figure out a way to nicely get rid of him. You didn’t expect to run into him twice. How reappearance convinces you it’s less than coincidental, but would he really wait around the mall just to bother you?

“I should go study…” you say at last.

“Study. Boring,” he comments.

“Maybe but… I have to.”

“Oh, do you always do the right thing?” He prompts.

You don’t know how to answer. You turn the hot cup in your hand as you walk along the mall corridor.

“No, I don’t know, I…”

“A good girl like you, always doing what you should but never what you want to do,” he says, “did you ever even ask yourself what you want?”

“I.. I don’t know what you mean.”

“You want to what? Study boring books? Get a boring degree? Get a boring job?” He continues, “all so one day you can live in a boring house with a boring husband? And have boring kids?”

“I– I never… I’m just going to school.”

“Because? Because you never thought of doing anything else. Of anything fun. I’m fun, sweetheart.”

You blow across the lid of your tea and taste it. It’s good but you find it hard to enjoy. Not with him there. Not with your mind racing.

“I like being boring,” you say at last.

He snorts, “sure you do. You're whole look screams boring. Well, let me know when you’re really bored, sweetheart. I’ll give you everything you never knew you wanted.”

You peek over at him. His eyes are on you, his cheek dimples. He raises his cup in a toasting gesture and turns on his heel.

“I’ll be waiting,” he tosses over his shoulder.

You stop and watch his smooth gait. His confidence is almost intimidating. It’s as if he knows things you don’t. You turn away and continue towards the south entrance. Boring is just fine, boring is safe.

🖤

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Your father’s voice carries through the wall.

“Ah, don’t you get fucking rude with me,” your mother slurs back, “fuck you, Ray. Fuck you!”

It’s not unusual. You’ve heard the same argument over and over. It doesn’t matter what starts it, it’s always the same. They yell until they’re hoarse, they slam doors, and in the morning, they act like nothing happened at all.

You put your earbuds in and turn up your music. You know how to tune them out. If you’re good at anything, it’s at shutting out the world around you.

You lay down and close your eyes, holding your phone against your stomach as you mouth the lyrics. You just want to fall asleep but the anxiety of knowing they’re fighting keeps you awake. You just need to wait it out.

Your phone buzzes but you ignore it. It’s probably just an email or another notification trying to make you spend money. You focus on the layers of the music; the strings, the percussion, the vocals. Your phone goes off again.

You raise it and open your eyes, the screen fuzzy as your eyes adjust to the darkness. You tap the speech bubble that signifies a new message. The number is private.

‘Getting packed?’ The message reads. You have no idea what it means. You send back, ‘wrong number’. Three dots pop up immediately.

‘No it’s not.’ The answer comes swiftly. You return a question mark and nothing else.

‘You’re going to need a good jacket for the lake house.’

You rub your forehead and sit up. You key in, ‘Mr. Hansen?’

‘The one and only.’ He confirms. How did he get your number? ‘If you don’t have one, we can take a shopping trip.’

You don’t get it. What does he want from you? You know the way he is, you’ve heard the way he talks about other people, you hear the stuff he says to your dad. Their friendship at most is acrimonious. Is this a ploy against your father?

‘I have a jacket. I’m sleeping. Good night.’

You lay down and turn onto your side, keeping the ear bud from slipping out as you put your phone beside your pillow. It lights up with a new message. You close your eyes. You lay in the storm of your nerves. You have to check. You reach for your phone and read the screen.

‘No you’re not’.

You don’t understand. How would he know? He’s bluffing. You won’t entertain his little games, he’s just messing with you. Just like everyone else.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #the grey zone #the gray man #series #au

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jenjibear · 2 months

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What I think the dreamies twitters would look like

A bullet point imagine

This idea came randomly to me and thought it was a cute concept lmao

so i hope you enjoy my mind

Mark

2am quotes, drunk thoughts, poems or just how he is feeling he always manages to say the deepest things at 2am

guitar videos, hes just practising silently humming the melody along with his playing

he posts his song wips hoping to find inspiration from the people who read them and offer advice

if he isnt posting his likes are filled from his time spent doom scrolling

just a bunch of sad quotes in those likes

Renjun

artistic is the only way to describe it, proudly shares his art with everyone also offers commissions for some money on the side

laughs slightly when a nctzen asks for a drawing of a member not knowing its him doing the commission

loves sharing his art with everyone

shares tutorials and videos of supplies he reccomends

very artsy

Jeno

this account is barren

you'd think it was a bot acc honestly

mostly posts about his bike and the things he sees out on his bike rides

genuinely forgets it exists posts every 3 months if that

he's just a pure soul and doesn't really use the app that much

haechan

meme lord #1

he's posting candids he's taken of the members like he's a menace

he interacts with nctzen's and is living for the memes they post too

exposes the members on the tl constantly

i'm talking out of context screenshots of convos and starting random hashtags

Jaemin

cat pictures hourly

literally has alarms set up to remember to post a picture of his cats

doesn't matter what he's doing he will drop everything to post on the tl to not let the fans down

replies to the fans as if hes the cats like "thank you - luna"

very proud cat dad

Chenle

meme lord #2

unlike haechan hes fully making memes and reaction pics

is the most followed nct meme acc on twitter and no one knows its him

very very proud of himself honestly

almost exposes himself in a video because he was editing a meme he takes his meme lord position seriously

Jisung

he doesnt really know what hes doing so just posts like most of stan twitter does

joins in on all the quiz thread trends

interacts with the fans, hes became a nct fan acc of himself without realising

people think hes a sasaeng because he posts unreleased photos and is at the same events

he comes clean and does a space to reveal its him and gains millions of followers

#nct #chenle #haechan #jaemin #jeno #mark lee #park jisung #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream x reader #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream bullet imagine #nct social media au #nct social au #nct dream social media au

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daisynik7 · 6 months

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Bursting at the Seams

Pairing: Takashi Mitsuya x Original Female Character

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~3.3k

cw: switching POVs (2nd and 3rd person), explicit language, kissing, established relationship (yay!)

Summary: You and Mitsuya make your newly blossomed relationship official. To commemorate this special occasion, he invites you to his house for breakfast, where you meet his mother.

Author's Note: Thank you for your patience with this! I really love writing this story, so I’m doing my best to work on this while I continue a few other WIPs. I appreciate every single one of you who have read this so far. I’m excited to show you all how everything will play out! Would love to know what you think and maybe some predictions on what may happen in the future chapters. Thanks so much for reading!

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Saturday morning, Mitsuya wakes up with a bright smile on his face, the confession from just hours before still replaying in his head like his favorite scene in a movie. He flexes his hand, fondly remembering how hers fit so seamlessly in his. They were close to a kiss; if they hadn’t been interrupted by her parents, he’s sure it would have happened. While he wants nothing more than to feel how soft her lips are, especially pressed against his, he wonders if this is all happening a little too fast. After all, they aren’t official yet. He ought to ask her to be his girlfriend first before he smooches her, right? Isn’t that what a gentleman does?

And is Takashi Mitsuya, founding member and Second Division captain of the Tokyo Manji gang even capable of being a gentleman? Of being a good boyfriend?

He gradually comes down from his dreamy state to contemplate how best to proceed with this. After breakfast, he calls both Draken and Takemitchy, the only two people he knows that are actually succeeding in the boyfriend category.

“You have a girlfriend now?!” Takemitchy exclaims loudly on the other end. Hina’s in the background, begging him to put it on speaker so she can listen in too.

“No, not yet. I confessed to her last night and she likes me back.” He smiles to himself, recalling the moment once again.

“Holy shit, you actually took my advice,” Draken chuckles. “Good shit, man. So did you two kiss yet or…?”

“Well, we almost did,” he explains. “Her parents came out right as we were about to. But it got me thinking that maybe we should make it official first before we do anything irresponsible.”

Draken barks out a laugh. “You know that you can’t get a girl pregnant just from kissing her, right?”

Before Mitsuya can cuss him out, Takemitchy comments, “No, I totally understand where you’re coming from! When Hina and I started dating, we barely held hands. It took even longer for us to kiss! Waiting for the right time just made it all the more special.”

“Hina, stop holding the gun to his head, we know you’re in the room with us,” Draken teases.

There’s shuffling on their end as she grabs hold of the phone, giggling, “I didn’t even have to tell him to say that! Anyways Mitsuya, I think taking things slow is a wonderful idea!”

“Nah, screw that. You’re a man now, Takashi. And men have needs. As long as she wants it too, I say just go for it.”

“Go for what exactly?” Mitsuya asks, genuinely curious.

“Dude, do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“Please don’t,” Takemitchy murmurs.

“Nothing gross!” Hina chimes in.

“I’m talking about fu – ”

“Ken Ryuguji!” Emma’s voice rings from the line. “Do not say what I think you’re about to say! Not in front of our child!”

“It can’t even hear yet!”

Clearly now, Emma insists, “Mitsuya, whatever you do, do not listen to Draken. Go with your heart instead of your…well, you know.”

“Says the woman who is currently pregnant because of you-know-what,” Draken mutters.

“This is totally different. We’ve been together for years. Mitsuya’s only known this girl for a month. And unlike you, Ken Ryuguji, Takashi is actually a sweet guy.”

“Hey!”

She ignores him, adding, “You’ve got all the time in the world. Do what you think is right. Everything will work out in the end.”

He thanks all four of them for their input before ending the call, heeding their advice carefully the remainder of the day as he babysits his sisters at home. It’s probably best for him and Hana to discuss what their expectations are going forward. He has no experience in relationships whatsoever, so naturally, he’s apprehensive. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he somehow becomes a rotten boyfriend.

Around dinnertime, he decides to text her, asking if she is free to talk on the phone later tonight, to which she confirms that she is. He takes the next few hours to prepare himself, rehearsing what he’d like to say over and over in his head until he tucks his sisters into bed, retreating into his own bedroom to dial Shimizu’s number.

After two rings, she picks up. “Hello?”

He smiles, happy to hear her voice. “Hi. How are you?”

“Good. And you?”

“Good. Great, actually. I hope I’m not bothering you.”

“You’re not. I’m happy you called.”

They exchange pleasantries, recounting each other’s nights before getting to the main matter. His heart skips a beat, getting increasingly nervous, despite how comforting it is to hear her speak so casually with him. When the right opportunity arrives, he clears his throat, remembering what he practiced from earlier. “I just want to make sure that we do this right, you know? I’ve never had a girlfriend, so I really don’t know what to do when it comes to things like this. But I want to do my best to be a good boyfriend to you.”

Her voice is gentle and sweet as she replies, “I feel the same way. I’ve never had a boyfriend either. I don’t know how good of a girlfriend I can be. But I’ll do my best too to be good to you. We’ll learn together. ”

He grins, touched by her words. “Together. I like that.” He swallows his emotions to continue. “I’m sure your parents won’t approve of you dating a gang member. But you’ll always be safe with me. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to Toman. I can promise you that.”

“It doesn’t matter to me that you’re in Toman. I already feel safe with you, so I’m not concerned about that at all.”

Surprised, he says, “Really?”

“Really,” she confirms with confidence. “I want you to feel safe with me too. I’ll do everything I can to protect you. I mean, I can’t fight. But I promise that I’ll be there for you whenever you need someone to lean on, someone to support you. I want to help you however I can.”

Tears begin to well in his eyes, his heart on the verge of bursting from his chest. He’s never felt anything like this before. He’s always taken pride in protecting the people dearest to him, whether it be his family or his fellow brothers in the gang. And while he knows that his friends will always have his back, knowing that someone outside of Toman is looking out for him, determined to protect him, feels different. Is it okay for Mitsuya to rely on her like this? To be vulnerable and depend on her throughout all the obstacles that come his way? Draken’s words from last night replay in his head. You deserve to be happy. You’re always the one taking care of others, it’s about time someone takes care of you. The more he thinks about it, he realizes that yes, maybe he does deserve this.

He grabs a tissue from his nightstand, wiping away his sniffles. “You’ve already helped me so much. I don’t know if this makes sense, but when I’m with you, I feel normal. I feel like myself, you know? Like I’m more than just this Toman jacket. I’m just me. A lot of our classmates are too scared to talk to me, and when they do, it’s usually for a favor because of my reputation. But you approached me, wanting sewing lessons. I feel like you see the real me more than anyone else does.”

It takes a several seconds for her to respond, seemingly holding back tears. Eventually, she says, “I’m really glad I came to you for lessons then.”

“Me too.”

There’s a comfortable silence between them as they cherish each other’s heartfelt sentiments, Mitsuya stares at his bedroom ceiling with the phone pressed to his hear, wishing he could see her right now. “So, Hana Shimizu.”

She giggles. “Yes, Takashi Mitsuya?”

“Would you please do me the honor and be my girlfriend?”

There’s more of her precious laughter as she answers, “Yes. And will you do me the honor and be my boyfriend?”

“Absolutely yes,” he replies, smiling even wider. He’s tempted to get out of bed and drive to her house to commemorate this special occasion, but he resists. Instead, he blurts out, “Do you want to come over for breakfast tomorrow? I really want to see you before school on Monday. I can make pancakes. Plus, my mom has a late shift and she’ll be home, so you can meet her.”

“Isn’t this too soon to be meeting your mother?”

“Is it? Are there rules against it or something?”

She laughs. “I guess not. We can make up our own rules. As long as we’re learning together, right?”

“You know I like the sound of that. I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”

“Yes, tomorrow. Goodnight, Takashi.”

His breath hitches, enjoying the sound of his name from her mouth a little too much. Chest fluttering with affection, he says quietly, “Goodnight, Hana.”

~~~

Within twenty-four hours of his confession, you are officially Takashi Mitsuya’s girlfriend.

You stare wide-eyed at the ceiling of your bedroom in disbelief, the phone still warm in your grasp having just finished your conversation with your now boyfriend. You’re tingling all over, utterly amazed and completely ecstatic at this recent turn of events. Who would have thought you, plain and ordinary Hana Shimizu, would be anyone’s girlfriend, let alone Takashi Mitsuya’s girlfriend?

It takes you a while to fall asleep, mind racing with thoughts and fantasies of your new relationship. You wake up the next morning, both nervous and excited to see him. Knowing that you’ll be meeting his mom today, you put on your best dress, hoping to make a good impression. You quietly step down the stairs, barely sticking your head into the kitchen to greet your parents. “Morning! I’m going out for breakfast!”

Before you can sneak away, your mother calls out to you. “With who? Mei and Keiko?”

You contemplate lying, but you know that never pans out well. So, praying they don’t question it, you answer, “I’m going to the Mitsuyas.” You listen for any reaction, and when you only hear hushed whispers between your parents, you slip into your shoes, heading out the door.

It’s a short trip to his house, less than ten minutes. You knock on the front door, taking a deep breath. He answers quickly, a smile already on his face, eyes full of kindness as he greets you. “Hana, good morning.” Your name sounds so soothing from his mouth; you never thought your name was special but hearing it from him makes it feel that way. “Hi, Takashi.”

He rubs the nape of his neck, a slight blush on his cheeks. “I’m not used to hearing you say my first name yet.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, not at all. I just…I think I like it a little too much,” he admits.

You reach for his hand, brushing your fingers gently along his knuckles. When Luna and Mana come running towards the entrance, you immediately retract from him, embarrassed. “Ms. Hana!” they cheer, hugging you tightly around the waist.

You pat their heads. “Hi! I missed you two!”

They peer up at you, beaming. “We missed you so much!”

“What did Taka do to you, huh? Should we beat him up?” Luna offers, shooting a glare at her brother.

“No, no, no! He didn’t do anything wrong, I promise,” you assure them.

Takashi snorts, playfully rolling his eyes. “Like you even stand a chance.”

“We know exactly where to hit you, Taka!” Luna threatens.

Mana chimes in. “Yeah, you taught us, remember?!”

You grin at him, brow raised. “What are you teaching them?”

“Self-defense, of course,” he replies, smirking. “In case some idiots try to mess with them.”

A woman with the same downturned lavender eyes appears from the kitchen, a warm smile on her face. The resemblance is uncanny; this is definitely Takashi’s mother. She’s as beautiful as you imagined her to be and you’re immediately flustered under her gaze. You bow to her, the kiddos still latched to your legs. “Good morning, Ms. Mitsuya. Thank you for having me.”

“Of course. You’re welcome anytime. I’ve heard so much about your from my children, so I’m so happy I finally get to meet you. The food is ready, so if you’d like, we can start eating.”

The five of you gather around the table, Takashi taking the seat beside you, his knee touching yours as you sit cross-legged on the cushion. The spread is fantastic: fluffy pancakes stacked neatly one-by-one, pillowy golden tamago topped with strips of seaweed, bowls of strawberries and other fruit to top it all off. Luna and Mana help themselves to a pile of pancakes, drizzling a generous amount of syrup before they take a big bite. Takashi serves you, giving you a little bit of everything to try. His mother watches the two of you, a small grin on her face.

You chat casually, Ms. Mitsuya asking the typically questions: how’s school, what your family does for work, what you plan to study in university. “I’m going to major in education. I want to become a teacher,” you inform her.

“So you will follow in your father’s footsteps. How wonderful,” she comments. “Mitsuya, maybe you should consider doing that, too.”

You face him, nodding. “You’d be a great teacher!”

He shrugs, stuffing a forkful of eggs into his mouth. “I think I’d rather keep my major to business. If I ever become a designer, I might want to open my own shop, you know?”

His mom leans forward, a serious expression on her face now. “Do you think you’ll really follow through with it, Takashi? I know how committed you are to Toman, but maybe it’s time to move on from it. I don’t want you to put your dreams on the backburner for this little gang of yours.”

“Why can’t I do both? I’m not just going to abandon my friends, Mom. And I’m not going to abandon my dreams, either. I can do them both,” He avoids her gaze, staring down at his almost empty plate of food. You rest your hand on his knee, squeezing it, wanting to show your support for him. If he’s confident that he can balance both obligations at the same time, then you believe in him too.

He smiles at you, entwining his fingers with yours. “I have another announcement to make. Hana and I are dating.” Much to your shock, he holds your hands up, showcasing this display of affection.

Luna and Mana squeal, applauding enthusiastically. “Yay!”

You anticipate his mother’s reaction and breathe a sigh of relief when you notice her serious demeanor relax, a grin spreading across her face at the news. “Congratulations. I’m very happy to hear that.”

He grips you tighter, looking at her. “Mom, I know you think I have a lot to deal with, but I can do this. When have I ever let you down?”

She shakes her head. “You never have.”

“So, do I have your support? Do we have your support?”

She smiles. “Of course. You always have, and you always will.”

While the abrupt announcement has you shaken at first, you can’t help being elated at how well this is already going. With his mother’s approval, this only leaves your parents to consult with next, which might prove a bit more difficult than this. However, with Takashi by your side, you’re confident you can convince them to trust in this new relationship of yours. Especially with all the wonderful merits your boyfriend brings to the table.

After breakfast, you play with this sisters in the living room while mother and son wash the dishes in the kitchen. When Takashi excuses himself to use the bathroom, you take this chance to speak to her in private, if only for a brief moment. Standing next to her at the sink, a clean dish towel in hand, you offer to dry the dishes, which she gladly accepts. “Ms. Mitsuya. I just want to thank you for welcoming me into your home.”

“Like I said, you’re always welcome here.” She glances at the hallway, checking on Takashi, who remains in the bathroom. In a lower, hushed tone, she adds, “I just hope that you can push Takashi in the right direction.”

Confused, you ask, “What do you mean?”

She sighs, scrubbing the last bowl with the sponge. “I don’t want him to be in Toman for the rest of his life. I’m not sure if you know this, but back in middle school, he got into this really big fight. He was beaten to nearly an inch of his life, all for the sake of his friend, Hakkai. I’m scared that if this continues any further, there will be a time he’ll put his life on the line and won’t be able to get back on his feet. You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, so maybe you can steer him to where he needs to go.”

It’s never crossed your mind what hardships Takashi has had to overcome in his past. Sure, there are rumors and idle gossip about him floating amongst your classmates, but you never paid it any mind, wanting to get to know him for yourself. Hearing this from his own mother is concerning, and with her subtle plea for you to guide him away from Toman, you’re not sure if you’re qualified to do that. It doesn’t seem like your place to interfere with his life. All you can do is support in whatever decisions he makes, right?

Your boyfriend returns before you can respond to her, standing beside you to help dry the remaining dishes. Ms. Mitsuya slides her gloves off, wiping her hands on a paper towel. “I need to run to the store to get a few groceries. I’ll take the girls with me so they can pick out some snacks. Will you be okay here, Taka?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Hana, it was so nice to finally meet you. I’ll see you again soon, okay?” She wraps her arms around you in a snug embrace.

“Yes, thank you for breakfast, Ms. Mitsuya,” you say, squeezing her back. You hug Luna and Mana goodbye before they leave hand-and-hand with their mother, leaving you and Takashi alone.

You turn to face him, stepping closer. “I guess I should head home soon.”

He closes the distance even further, leaning towards you, his hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face. “Yeah, maybe that’s for the best.”

You grin at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thank you for inviting me. This was really fun.”

He slides his hands around your waist, pulling you closer, nuzzling his nose to yours. “It was. Thank you for coming.”

Your lips meet in a delicate kiss, sweet and soft just as you imagined it’d be. Warmth fills your chest and you’re almost breathless when you part, his forehead pressed to yours, smiling. “Do you really have to go?”

You giggle, giving him a peck on the cheek before you pull away. “I think I should.”

He watches you from the doorway as you make your way outside, twirling in your dress once more to wave goodbye. You stroll through the neighborhood in a daze, lips tingling, body buzzing with excitement, taking your time to get home.

Ms. Mitsuya’s request still lingers in your mind as you enter your house, humming a happy tune with your mom and dad eyeing you suspiciously. Then, there’s your parents, of course, who you’ll need to talk to soon. There may be obstacles to face, but you’re confident that you and Takashi can persevere, together. All that matters in this moment is that the two of you are happy. And there is nothing standing in your way to stop that.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers mitsuya #tokyo revengers x you #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya x you #mitsuya x original character #mitsuya fluff #takashi mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi x reader #lavender & velvet series

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getmehighonmagic · 2 months

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WIP Wednesday, February 28th 2024

I come with a new banner and something exciting today! So thank you for the tags @kiwiana-writes @magicandarchery and @eusuntgratie ♥

I've been working on a new fic and I'm writing it like I've got nothing else on my mind, so I'm here to share the visual, a tiny snippet, and the song it was inspired by!

“I love that it’s never really dark out here,” Alex says later, when they’re walking along the shore, hands clasped between them. “The stars are so bright, it looks like they’re reflecting off of the ocean.” Henry stares at his side profile, aware of the dreamy smile that tugs the corners of his mouth up. He briefly wonders if this is what love at first sight feels like, but shrugs the thought off as soon as the weight of it hits him. He may write about it in his novels, but that’s fiction; anything can happen in fiction. Henry doesn’t believe in love at first sight. People are never what they seem when you first meet them. So why does holding Alex’s hand on the beach in Half Moon Bay feel like fate?

Okay, see you soon!

No pressure tagging @bigassbowlingballhead @sparklepocalypse @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @smc-27 @indomitable-love @heybuddy-drabbles @wordsofhoneydew @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @anchoredarchangel @clottedcreamfudge @anincompletelist @rmd-writes @cricketnationrise @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @lostcol @matherines @captainjunglegym @thinkof-england @inexplicablymine @three-drink-amy @priincebutt @nocoastposts @littlemisskittentoes @cha-melodius @i-am-freyja

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♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart! He liked:

this snowball looks a little off ?

i guess sometimes it takes two, huh?

🥇 third time winner: dream !!!

Doodle of the drair cause LAWDDDD🙏🙏🙏

he looks so snazzy ✨

CONGRAAATS 🎉🎉

alcohol marker practice while we wait

giving back what’s yours 👑

smile this way dream

dream dream dream

can you spot every song? 🤭

nobody’s looking at the awards 😵‍💫

doodles,,

Smiletwt @ dream We love you king 🫂💕

☆.

You did it kid

our king🌟

Alternate version 🧍🐶

drartists when dream__fanart is active 😅

I am a strong advocate for headbands and butterfly clips 🦋

boyfrienfs

rubber ducky i am awfully fond of you 🦆💚

1 down, 99 to go!

superstar ✨

[email protected] i need you to consider this. seriously

Little mushroom guys :D 🍄

Who is he and, more importantly, where is his hat??

mushrooms 🍄

he’s so art deco coded 😼

he’s so perfect ugh

thank you @.imnotscottysire for writing this beautiful and very accurate song about me and dream 😩🙏

you picked… AQUARIUM 🎟️💙🐟 !!!!

(untitled)

Wake up little moon <3

thru it all

dreamie beanie

to whoever wants to hear 🎼👑

WIP OF OUR GOOD BOY

…

c!dream bc i missed my babygirl

Dream team :D!

yeah you know i had to

only 5 more days!!!

magnificent

warm up feat. dream

snowman no :(

“Moon, Wake up” and Dream with me 🌙✨

he's cool😎

he still can’t see 😔

third time streamys winner dreamwastaken!

he's plotting ways to make us cry with the new MV 🥲 slow down…

he's very loved :(

BROS A PUPPY

i liked this pic so i redrew it :)

getting used to the brushes again

! ! !

Little animal crossing designs for futur illustrations 🙌

How does all his hair fit inside the mask

patches helped george pull an all nighter to work on a gift for dream :)

dnf

world famous puppydog

#dt.update #dranart #dreamwastaken

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mermaidgirl30 · 1 month

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Hello there my dearest Jamie… ☺️

Look what Pinterest decided to show me today…

I’ve immediately thought about you and your Knight!Joel WIP… 🤩🤩 (imo he kinda looks like him…😆)

Anyway, hope you have a wonderful Wednesday and thank you for your hard work! ✨💖✨

OMG, Sara!! I absolutely love this! It does look like him! You don’t know how happy this makes me 😭 I can’t wait to bring you dreamy/protective knight Joel 🥰 I hope you have the best day too!!!! 🩷 Trust me, I’m putting in all the work to bring you guys more of Joel ☺️

#royalty clad in silver armor #knight! joel

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usamamoweek2024 · 9 months

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UsaMamo Week 2023 - Master Post

Thank you to everyone who participated, reblogged, commented, liked and gave kudos. Thank you to everyone who was a beta / cheerleader behind the scenes. This event turned out amazingly well and we are so happy to see both new faces and some old friends participate this year. (And don't forget about our "Meet the Creators" series, to learn a little more about people in this fandom)

To make sure none of the amazing works that have been created for this UsaMamo Week have been missed, we have compiled them all into this master post (in alphabetical order by the creator):

Stories:

@caelenath - UsaMamo Week 2023 - Day 4: Beach

The whole situation was any red-blooded man's dream—nine gorgeous women in swimwear, a dreamy sunset, and a legitimate excuse to ogle them from every angle.

But he had eyes for only one...

@daikon1 :

Moon Sake Bottle Action!

Somehow at a houseparty with Usagi, Mamoru feels totally out of his depth - until Minako suggests they liven things up a bit. But can an unusual talent for carnival games be leveraged into a kiss with his crush??

A Royal Audience

Once upon a time, there was an extremely self-centered mentor...

Ten Ways to Say 'I Love You'

A portrait of Usagi and Mamoru’s relationship over the years, told in letters, poems, and journal entries.

There Was Only One... Stowaway on the School Beach Trip

It was the perfect summer scheme... and then Mamoru had walked into the train compartment.

Mamoru's Anxiety: A Love Letter for Usagi!

Filling in a 'missing scene' from Usagi's Joy: A Love Letter From Tuxedo Mask - What does Mamoru think about Usagi receiving a love letter from his alter-ego?

Keyrings, and Chaos, and Gender Expectations, Oh My!

Galaxia may have been defeated, but the patriarchy is still alive and well. With some help from Sailor Moon, Mamoru has a few things to say about that!!

Fe(e)line

As Tsukino Usagi awoke one morning from pleasant dreams, she found herself transformed in her bed into an adorable kitty.

@goddessalthena :

Dear Mamo-chan

"I'll write. And I'll call," he promised. "So...I expect you to write me all the time."

"...I will," she vowed.

But only one of them kept their word.

Picture Perfect

It was a perfect day. Almost too good to be true.

Usagi & Mamoru share a few firsts as they bask in the first blush of young love.

@kaitoscarlett - The words I couldn't say

After their first night together, Usagi finds herself waking up alone in Mamoru's apartment. While waiting for him, she explores his book shelf and finds something, she probably shouldn't read.

@lilliebellfanfics :

Day 1: Kiss Game

Summary: Usagi and Mamoru are chosen as the next contestants in Minako's pop-up competitions. They expect something weird and zany like the previous ones... not a kissing game. Well, kissing or not, Usagi says bring it on.

Day 4: There was only one...

Usagi's investigating a series of energy bursts at Tokyo Dome City amusement park. With so many unknowns--what was the source of the energy? Was it Zoisite or a new enemy?--the last thing she wants to do is share a ride on the Ferris wheel with Mamoru.

Day 7: Midnight / Fireworks

"One thing I love about prompts is they get me writing for my WIPs! I bring you another scene from DFD, but this is much much later than the current arc. For reasons, Usagi ends up staying at Mamoru's place. Things get hot & steamy, and here's a scene from somewhere in the middle."

Day 5: Free Day

The Tsukino clan are about to hit the slopes as the next part of their winter competition. Usagi is a clear winner and she's excited to beat Shingo on the double black diamond and win points for her team... only Mamoru's never skied before. Shit.

(Also Christmas Markets and kissing)

@master-ray5 - Lips Of An Angel

Mamoru gets a call on his lunch break from his Ex in Japan.

@random-mailbox - Love Letter (Poem)

Poem inspired by the Stars arc in the Anime

@riverlethe - Game Night

Minako organizes (by throwing together at the very last minute) Game Night to help the senshi blow off some steam on a rare night off.

Rei picked a small red box up off the table. “‘Love Letter’?” she grimaced. “This is going to be a long night, isn’t it?”

@sailormoonandme - Year of the Rabbit. UsaMamo Week 2023

Unbeknownst to anyone else, Serenity and Endymion arrange a secret rendezvous on the beach. Manga Canon.

@speak-mnemosyne1 :

Trust

In a dark, cramped space with stifling air, something in the chemistry between two people transformed. The universe fell away and, in those seven minutes, actions had no consequences.

But this.. this felt more like Seven Minutes in Hell.

Magnolias

For the prince of Earth, there was only one girl in the entire Solar System with whom falling in love was forbidden..

Present

“Just for a year… but I may end up staying longer than that.” Mamoru tried to swallow back the words as they left his mouth. He hated lying to Usagi, hated the way her blue eyes looked up at him with oceans of love.

@spei-sidus :

Lucky Bunny

Day 1: Year of the Rabbit / Kiss Game

Forgiven

Sailor Moon is forgiven by Tuxedo Kamen for Serenity's final actions

An Ode to the Rose

Valentine's Day is coming up and the girls decide, since they weren't giving chocolates to anyone, to write love letters to give to their future boyfriends.

The Binoculars

A day at the beach leads Mamoru to ask Usagi out.

Free Day

Neo Queen Serenity goes back in time to go on a date with First Season Mamoru.

Like a Fairy

An injured Usagi leads the nijizuishou to not only replenish her energy, but also form the Ginzuishou.

Moonlight Musings

Some midnight musings for our roaming heroine.

@wishwars - Confessions Left Unsaid

At the end of Season 1, Episode 3 of the 90s anime, Usagi decides to write a love letter to Tuxedo Mask. What if Mamoru reads it?

Art:

@iiyasbssmdoodles - Day 6 - wings

@iamcharlotte88 - Three Levels of Kisses for Mamoru Chiba (artwork for @daikon1 Moon Sake Bottle Action! story)

@lilliebellfanfics - Day 2: Royalty, Day 3: Love Letters / Poetry

@mhanevision - Day 2 Royalty , Day 5 - Free Day "Barbenheimer" , Day 7 - Midnight (Happy Birthday Mamo-Chan , Day 1 - Year of the Rabbit (Happy Birthday Usako)

@mochibuni - Art for Epilogue (story Rocks in Space by @vchanny-og )

Images / Mood boards:

@random-mailbox - Day 1 - Year of the Rabbit , Day 1 - Kiss Game, Week Day 2 - Royalty, Day 2 - Sword, Day 3 - Love Letters / Poetry, Day 4 - Beach, Day 4 - There was only one..., Day 5 - Free Day , Day 6 - Wings , Day 6 - Crystal, Day 7 - Midnight, Day 7 - Fireworks

Podcasts:

@oshiokiyopod - UsaMamo Week 2023 Special Episode!

You can listen to the episode on Spotify, Google Podcasts, Apple Podcasts, Pocket Cast, and Podchaser (links to show pages in the platform names).

#usamamoweek2023 #usagi x mamoru #usamamo #sailor moon #masterpost #sailor moon fanart #sailor moon fanfiction

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dreaminghour · 1 year

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QuiObi Coffee Shop Meet Cute

I am kind of annoyed that I can't settle on a final line for this fic so have a snippet?

Wizened old Yoda, tufts of hair growing out of his ears, blinking owlishly from behind his glasses, had made one last appeal to Obi-Wan as he'd made one last cup of coffee for his most loyal patron.

"Try the new shop down the street, hmm?"

Obi-Wan sighed, breath gusting over the final perfect cup he would ever know.

"I'll try," said Obi-Wan. "Though no one will ever be able to live up to your coffee. I promise you."

Yoda had chortled and Obi-Wan had kept his composure as best he could as they'd wished one another a good day for the last time.

Now, his step hitched as he passed the locked and empty storefront, windows papered over from the inside to obscure whatever commercial nightmare was 'coming soon.' He turned down the next side-street, coming closer to the river and, as though by divine intervention, the sun parted and lit up the darling storefront of the new café.

Obi-Wan hated it on sight.

Stepping inside to see it wasn't terribly large or busy, he smiled in a tight-lipped way at the man behind the counter. The barista was tall and had his graying hair pulled back in a bun — Ridiculous, Obi-Wan forcibly thought after a moment of trying to figure out if his hair would be shoulder length or longer. They exchanged brief pleasantries, Obi-Wan made his usual order, and when asked for his name paused before saying 'Ben' and paying.

"It'll just be a moment, Ben," the man said, and stepped away to make the coffee.

For some reason it all felt very anti-climactic.

~~~

Requests and asks open.

#dreamy does fic #quiobi #jinnobi #quiobi coffee shop au #coffee shop au #star wars fic #dreamy does wips

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nervouscupcakeinspace · 2 years

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BTS FIC RECS (PART 6)

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

A Storm Blowing Up Your Horizon by Takujaepls

Jungkook had never been normal. He wasn't exactly sure what normal was, but he knew he wasn't it. He had always felt different, wrong, not right . Cue a mysterious murderer who shows Jungkook how good it is to be bad.

Cut to the Chase by deepslowpanic

“Isn’t he dreamy?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah,” Jungkook grunts. He agrees, even though he hates that he has to. Because he is dreamy, he just doesn’t really want Jimin to think so too. “He seems totally into you,” Jungkook admits. Because of course Namjoon does, who wouldn’t be into Park Jimin? “You shouldn’t worry.”

“You think so?” Jimin asks, turning to Jungkook with a smile. There’s so much hopefulness there that Jungkook can’t find it in himself to really be mad.

“Definitely,” he agrees. “He likes you, you should go for it.”

-OR-

When Jimin drags Jungkook to his morning running club to be his “wingman”, Jungkook doesn’t expect to meet the most attractive man he’s ever seen. It’s just his bad luck that Jimin is totally into the guy.

Closer to Home by deepslowpanic *

“I - uh, I could go with you?” Namjoon suggests.

Jungkook squeezes his eyes closed, letting out a breath through his nose before finally meeting Namjoon’s gaze. “You’d have to, um, pretend to be my boyfriend. You know, like…” he trails off, unsure what to say.

Namjoon smiles kindly. “I can do that, Jungkook-ah,” he insists. “How hard could it be?”

Privately, Jungkook thinks it could be very hard, but he still finds himself nodding, heart lodged in his throat.

-OR-

Jungkook already knows that bringing a fake boyfriend to his cousin’s wedding is a stupid idea. But it’s only made harder when Namjoon offers himself for the job, unaware of the fact that Jungkook has been in love with him for years.

Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga

skip a step and back by exarite * (WIP)

Min Yoongi is Jungkook's Dom, not his boyfriend.

Not yet, at least.

Jungkook tries to transition his and Yoongi's purely d/s relationship into more.

The Dragon and The Sun by KandiRose *

“I am not your bride, Jeonha.”

“Are you not?” Yoongi tilts his head to the side. "Within these walls no one will even address you by the name you have been raised to respond to. If anything, the only thing you are for certain is my bride, nothing less, nothing more.”

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On the night of his sister's wedding to the most ruthless King Silla has ever known, Jungkook takes her place in the marital chamber with a single objective - to kill a King and disappear forever. But things rarely go according to plan.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Chapter 26: namseok, squirting, 7.2k (canon) (chapter 26 of Kink Prompts) by bwichimbap

Hoseok's first mistake is watching porn in his studio with headphones on, which he realizes now is never a good idea.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga

Autumn, Leaves by mangust_d

Yoongi and Hoseok set out on a fun cabin trip between best friends. Naturally, there is only one bed.

"My mum used to say that the good ones won't leave, no matter what. And you’ve always been the best one.”

Sallowheart by mangust_d (WIP)

Democracies are crumbling and the Korean peninsula is being swallowed by a huge cloud of dust, but for one year, Yoongi's world will be reduced to a few corridors, cold porridge, and the most beautiful pair of hands that could break him like a twig.

OR: The story of how Min Yoongi fell for the Jester.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin

A Breach of Protocol by Anna (arctic_grey), tragicamente *

Actor Kim Seokjin’s love life has always been the subject of wild rumours but he has never been caught in a scandal. Behind closed doors, however, he is going through a rough breakup. Namjoon, as the Head of Close Protection, does not expect to pick up the pieces, yet here he is: standing at Seokjin’s door at two in the morning, about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

Seokjin took the phone and looked in amazement at a 28-second fancam set to a sultry, moany song that featured slow-mo footage of Namjoon escorting him in and out of cars and buildings, of Namjoon holding umbrellas for him, of Namjoon shoving people out of the way at an airport (Seokjin remembered that chaotic day). With piercing and sharp dragon eyes, Namjoon sent glares at crowds and photographers like he was two steps from murder at any given moment, but then Namjoon would turn to escort Seokjin with the gentlest of touches. The video caption said, eloquently, ‘hottest bodyguard in all of Korea’.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

make me touch you, make me love you by stellataes *

Namjoon finds out that orgasms make your brain release dopamine. And dopamine makes you feel happy. Thing is, his best friend Yoongi has been so sad lately. Luckily, Namjoon knows just the cure.

“What,” Namjoon repeats, “do you do with a dildo?”

Unimpressed, Yoongi raises one eyebrow. “You’ve been with girls, haven’t you?”

Namjoon frowns at him. “I have, obviously?”

“Then what do you think I do with a dildo, Namjoon?”

You, In the Distance by deepslowpanic

“It’s been three years, Namjoon. Is it still that bad?” “I don’t know, probably,” Namjoon admits. “Maybe working with him won’t be so hard?” Hoseok suggests. “Yoongi hyung is a good guy, he’s nice. And it’s not like things ended badly.” Which is true. Hoseok isn’t wrong. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. It still hurts now. None of what Hoseok says doesn’t mean that Min Yoongi is not the man who, three years ago, broke Namjoon’s heart. -OR- Namjoon knew it was a maladaptive coping mechanism, honestly he did, naming his cat after the ex boyfriend he was still in love with, but he really never thought he’d see him again.

You've Gotta Be Kitten Me by deepslowpanic

“Do you have any other tattoos or will this be your first? I don’t usually like to do something this big as a first tattoo.”

“Just one,” Yoongi says, “and it’s small.”

“Can I see?”

Nodding, Yoongi gets to his feet. Namjoon watches, confused, as Yoongi unbuttons his jeans and pulls down the waistband to - oh no.

Yoongi tugs down the waistband of his jeans to reveal his hip, smooth creamy skin, unblemished save for the little black tattoo there. A tattoo Namjoon would know anywhere. A tattoo Namjoon could trace in his sleep.

The little doodle of a cat stares back at him and Namjoon nearly passes out. There’s no mistake. Namjoon knows this tattoo. He saw it the night before, right on the hip of his favorite camboy.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

Meant To Be (Together) by creambunkoo

Namjoon is weak for cute things in general, but most recently for the sweet cat hybrid at the adoption center he started visiting after accompanying Seokjin there one afternoon.

Namjoon isn't looking to adopt Jimin, but circumstances change. And it's nice having someone to spoil, to come home to, and to slowly - accidentally - develop feelings for.

You Blend Into My Favorite Color by deepslowpanic

“You might be surprised, Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi says. “I’m sure there’s someone out there for you.”

Namjoon isn’t entirely convinced that he’s going to find this someone on Jack’d of all places, but he’s willing to give it a try.

-OR-

Ten years after his divorce, Namjoon finally feels ready to date again. He expects the dick pics, ab shots, and overall jerks on the dating app. What he doesn’t expect is Jimin.

Bonfire Bright by deepslowpanic

“Why are you so distracted?”

“I’m not,” Jimin insists.

Taehyung squints at him before glancing around. “Oh. I see.”

“You don’t see anything,” Jimin snaps.

“That’s Seokjin hyung’s roommate, Namjoon.”

“I didn’t ask,” Jimin responds, sniffing imperiously.

-OR-

Camping is not Jimin’s idea of fun. When he's roped into meeting Taehyung’s new boyfriend and his friends, Jimin is certain he won’t enjoy himself. But maybe it’s not all bad, when he notices someone hotter than the campfire.

Maybe We Can Work It Out by deepslowpanic

“Do you think you could lift me like the weights at the gym?” Jimin blurts.

There’s a beat of silence between them where Jimin wishes he could chew his own tongue off, and Namjoon stares at him in surprise. “Of course I can.”

Before Jimin can blink, Namjoon closes the distance between them. “What are you -” Jimin cuts off as Namjoon’s hands close around his waist and hoist him easily into the air.

Jimin’s brain short circuits as his feet leave the ground, eyes widening and locking with Namjoon’s. He can feel himself blushing now, mouth going dry as Namjoon effortlessly holds him aloft.

-OR-

It was a joke, just a random comment, not even serious. But now… Jimin can’t stop thinking about how Namjoon lifted him so easily, can’t help but imagine what else Namjoon could do with all that muscle.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

Concluding Remarks by deepslowpanic

"Why are you doing this?" Yoongi whispers to himself as he wipes the fog from the mirror, watching his reflection solidify.

Dark marks litter his neck and collarbones, memories of hungry lips, desperate teeth. A brand on his skin that may as well spell out MISTAKE.

-OR-

It’s unhealthy, this thing they’re doing. They broke up for a reason. And yet… in the morning, when they inevitably wake up tangled together again, they’ll awkwardly laugh about how gone they were. They won’t talk about it, won’t address that it keeps happening. Seokjin will leave and Yoongi will take a shower and stare at the wall, forcing the bile back down his throat. Yoongi will happily pretend to be drunk, if it means he gets to keep Seokjin in his bed.

Where Flowers Bloom (part of the Fioritura series) by graciouskoo

Seokjin, lonely and recently divorced, learns that sometimes, happiness comes in the shape of a tiny fluffy dog named Holly. And then, it comes in the shape of one Min Yoongi.

As the saying goes, it's never too late for love.

Shifting Business by mangust_d

Seokjin is sure that Min Yoongi is harbouring an illicit cat in his home. Only the truth is much more magical than that.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Park Jimin

A Certain Sense of Synergy by deepslowpanic

“I always thought you and Seokjinnie hyung would be the ones getting married,” Taehyung says casually, like it’s no big deal. “I figured you would end up together.”

“What?” Jimin stares, dumbfounded by this declaration.

Taehyung shrugs. “You guys are perfect for each other. You’re basically dating already aren’t you?”

Jimin thinks he should be freaking out, now should be the time when panic sets in. But it doesn’t, all Jimin feels is the sense of rightness in Taehyung’s words. Dating to exes to best friends to… whatever they are now. Maybe they should be together.

-OR-

They barely even dated, Jimin doesn’t feel like he can even call it a relationship. The breakup wasn’t even a breakup, just them moving seamlessly into being friends instead. And now, years later, things are easy and comfortable. But when the first of their friends get married, Jimin starts to see things, and Seokjin, in a new light.

Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga

Some Kind of Harmony by deepslowpanic

“You did what?”

“Um,” Taehyung begins, “we might have… gotten married?”

“I didn’t even know you knew Yoongi?” Namjoon looks confused.

“Well, I didn’t, not before last night.”

“You got married to a complete stranger at my wedding?” Jimin looks like he’s about to scream.

Yoongi clears his throat. “I mean, not a complete stranger.”

“Right,” Taehyung agrees, “we had sex first.”

-OR-

Being best man at Jimin’s wedding was supposed to be simple, even if Taehyung was attending alone. When the ceremony pianist catches his eye, Taehyung can’t help but be drawn in. After a few bottles of champagne, what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there.

No Time Like Now by deepslowpanic

“Date me,” Taehyung says, leaning forward.

“I don’t want to date you,” Yoongi replies with a laugh. “Definitely not you.”

“Not for real,” Taehyung insists. “Just to get everyone to leave us alone. We’ve already fucked, what else do we need?”

Yoongi thinks there’s probably a lot more that they need, but somehow this sounds almost reasonable.

-OR-

When his hook up-turned-blind date suggests they pretend to be in a relationship to get their friends off their backs, Yoongi reluctantly agrees. Yoongi is rigid. He values routine and planning, consistency and schedules. Spontaneous Taehyung breezes into his life, seemingly intent on upending it. And maybe Yoongi doesn’t realize how much he might like that until it’s slipping through his fingers.

Min Yoongi | Suga /Park Jimin

Teach me the way to your heart by deepslowpanic

“About last week,” Yoongi begins. “I really didn’t know it was your first kiss. I’m sorry if -”

“Actually,” Jimin cuts in, “that’s why I’m here.”

“Oh?” Yoongi prompts, fingers tightening around his cup.

Jimin steps a little closer, their toes nearly touching. “Hyung,” he starts, “you told me first times should be special. I want my first kiss to be special, you know, since we decided to pretend last week didn’t happen.” Jimin leans into him a little and Yoongi has nowhere to flee to. This Jimin, looking so self-assured, is not the blushing boy Yoongi kissed a week ago. “Maybe you could help me?”

-OR-

After taking Jimin’s first kiss in a game of truth or dare, Yoongi finds himself agreeing to help Jimin practice. Maybe things wouldn’t be so difficult, if Jimin wasn’t so cute, or if his lips didn’t taste like peaches, or if he only wanted to practice kissing.

OT7 - Relationship

Vitamin D (series) by exarite (WIP)

It's a terrible fact of their world: pregnant omegas need a regular supply of alpha come or else they get sick.

It's a good thing Jungkook has such caring alpha hyungs to help him out.

A series that will hopefully span Jungkook's entire pregnancy. See content warnings and tags per installment, but in general, there will be descriptions of his pregnancy belly, growing tits/breasts, lactation, etc, and Jungkook's feelings about it, both positive and negative.

Tentatively jk harem, but may become jk-centric ot7.

young & pretty by feraljk (WIP)

jin was still young and pretty, but as he neared thirty, his value as a submissive had gone steadily downhill. first a prized pet and now a rented whore, he tried his best to numb himself to life, to accept the lot he had been thrown, to take what he was given and never, never hope for more.

but when another sub was thrown into his cage sobbing about being kidnapped, what he was given was no longer good enough.

or: jin and jungkook bond through trauma, and jin finds an eros who rekindles every fire he thought he'd never feel again

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

sweeter than sweet by exarite

"Namjoon," he hears, and he drags his gaze away from where he’s been struck dumb.

"Yes?" he says faintly. He meets Yoongi’s eyes and finds the other alpha raising an eyebrow at him.

"Can you please stop watching my mate breastfeed?"

Kim Namjoon has a specific set of kinks.

Jungkook and Yoongi indulge him.

Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

Play You On Repeat by deepslowpanic (WIP)

“I can’t do this,” Yoongi says.

“You should think of this as an opportunity,” Hoseok says gently.

“Yoongi, you’re going to be fine,” Seokjin begins, much less gently. “Just calm down.”

“Yeah, I bet you’re going to have a great time.” Hoseok grins at him. “I guarantee it.”

How can Hoseok guarantee something like this? It’s impossible. Yoongi could be the one coming back with broken limbs or… or maybe just a broken heart.

-OR-

Yoongi has been in love with Jimin and Taehyung for years, never making a move for fear of ruining their relationship. When he’s dragged along to a music festival to “chaperone”, all of Yoongi’s carefully buried emotions are put to the test.

(* Personal favorites)

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 1

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 2

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 3

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 4

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 5

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