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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* CHAPTER 2 || Fuck The Foolish Mistakes

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, masturbation, pervy!gojo, tw; mentions/hints of stalking & obsession, some heinous activities, dark themes, disturbing actions, etc.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.2k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

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——THE SUMMER BEFORE everything went to shit for you was the same summer in which you and Shoko decided to move in together. For two months of break, it felt so much longer than that. It was a time in which you spent getting closer and closer to Shoko, so much so that it was only natural that you would call her one of your closest friends.

Although, said friendship seemed rather one-sided. Sure, you both got along pretty well but from what it seemed— Shoko had plenty of other friends to run to whenever she wished. So, after you realized that, you got a bit more real with yourself and dubbed her as simply your roommate. Closest friend, but roommate nonetheless.

This summer was also spent single after you’d gotten dumped a few weeks before the last semester ended. You were sad about it for a while but Shoko was there to cheer you up. Meanwhile, the other people you thought were your friends steadily started to showcase their truer colors, revealing how they never really cared too much about you to begin with and dropped you just like your boyfriend had.

Ah, whatever, that’s all old stuff anyway. It took you maybe a week to get over all that foolishness. So by the time summertime came around, you thought things would get better for you. Instead, you lost your job and that’s where your struggle began. You may have picked up one or two during your summer break but ultimately, none of them stuck long enough to trickle over to your final two semesters of school.

And as you went through such things, a certain someone was keeping track of it all like some fucking stalker. This person in question being none other than Gojo Satoru himself. Unlike you, his summer was rather pleasant. He started babysitting due to his not-so-hidden love for children, he went out a decent number of times, and he heard things about you without even asking.

Why? Because he had a wonderful friend who talked about you to no end— Gojo became very thankful for Shoko because it’s due to her that the pages of his notebook began to fill with endless entries about you. Perhaps journaling you became some kind of hobby for him.

Or maybe it was the fact that he couldn’t see you as much since it was summertime so he treasured every bit of information he got on you. Why was he so hooked on noting it all down though? Was it really curiosity at this point or, was it something so much more? He’d long since labeled it as a crush but that doesn’t excuse his journaling.

Hell, at one point Gojo found himself mindlessly writing down vivid details of the way your laugh sounds— from any pitch that’s ever grazed his ears, to the number of breaths taken before and after. It was then that Gojo dropped his pencil and read over what the hell he’d written down.

His hand shot up to his forehead and his fingers went to soothe his temples, brows tensing, and eyes narrowing at his own words. Did he… Did he really just sit here and describe a woman, who he’s never spoken to, and how her laugh sounds? At the realization, Gojo had to close his journal and push it away from himself.

Sometimes, he may try to pretend like he doesn’t see any harm behind this journaling thing of his but at moments like this… He nearly creeps himself out. Imagine if you were to ever stumble upon such a thing. Gojo’s almost disgusted with himself. Not even a hi or hello has ever been spoken to you and yet here he was printing the details of that joyful sound you make when you find something humorous.

Gojo was very self-aware by that point, mentally telling himself that he needed to stop this madness and just talk to you like he craved. Maybe Suguru was right, maybe your having a boyfriend didn’t matter.

On that day, Gojo should’ve listened to his own warnings. He should’ve taken care of his own red flags right then and there.

But instead, he only got worse.

—--

Depicting the details of your laughter was one thing. But going out of his way to print out photos of you he’d found on Instagram was an entirely different level of crazy.

Okay, so perhaps this was no longer just some cute lil’ crush… Gojo doesn’t know how his… curiosity got so dark. He doesn’t know where or when it really started but at some point, he thinks he became aware that this wasn’t exactly normal. Eventually, Gojo realized this was more of an obsession— you were an obsession.

A scary one too. Even scary to himself. The mere mention of your name would make Gojo’s heart race, whenever Shoko came around smelling like you in the slightest bit, Gojo could feel his mind blur and his thoughts instantly run to you.

One time Shoko, who was just as oblivious to this as everyone else at the time, showed the man a video of you and her trying some challenge together. Gojo doesn’t remember the challenge at all or even what either of you was doing in that video but he does remember having his eyes all over you.

He remembers seeing you hug Shoko by the end of the video and the feeling that burned in his heart. Such a deep form of jealousy swirled inside him and he couldn’t understand it. He never cared about Shoko being close to you before but now, it had pained him to watch his friend have the opportunity to feel you– to talk to you.

Something that Gojo told himself he no longer deserved to do. Yeah, he knows it was even more foolish but he felt as though he should be self-punished for his strange actions in regards to you. 

Those photos that he printed of you went right into his journal, along with an entry about how he wonders what it’s like to feel your touch. He wonders what holding a full conversation with you would be like. Would you laugh at the things he says? Would you playfully hit him if he utters something ridiculous? Are your hands soft? Would they feel soft wrapped around his cock-

Yet again did Gojo find himself dropping his pencil. Though, he doesn’t know which reason was worse. The fact that he really wrote that question down or the throb he felt in his cock at the mere thought of said question. Gulping, he told himself for the millionth time that he was losing his damn mind.

So much so that he had to push his journal away and really think about what the hell he just asked. He tipped his head back and stared up at the ceiling, letting out a long sigh at himself. He’d lost it, hadn’t he? Thinking about you in such a vulgar way without even knowing what talking to you is like is the very definition of insanity, yes?

No, this is just his obsession. He’s not insane. But hey, maybe the two go hand and hand— maybe there’s no difference between being batshit crazy and obsessing over someone…

Either way, Gojo tries to collect himself, moving to look down at his current state only to find that his cock didn’t just throb, instead the damn thing got hard. The sight was disappointing, to say the least. Gojo stared at the outline of his dick, wondering what the hell is wrong with his body and how the fuck he got hard so damn fast. All he did was think about you…

He moves to part his legs a bit more, trying to comfort himself and deciding he was going to ignore his boner and just return to writing. Though, as he leans up and pulls his journal back toward himself, his cock aches yet again. Gojo lets out a little groan, somewhat scolding himself for being like this.

And then he manages to ignore himself for a bit longer. At least, up until he does nothing more than read your name on his page. His focus narrowed in on the letters of your name, the sound of it echoing throughout his brain before his lips parted and he let out a sound.

His hand shoots up to his face and he covers his mouth, completely confused as to what the hell he’d just done. There was absolutely no way he’d nearly moaned at your name alone. Oh this was… No, he was losing it-, not even, he’d lost it already.

Gojo steadily wiped his mouth, fingers rubbing over his jawline for a moment before he looked down to his crotch. He could now feel how stupidly wet his tip was. Was he in heat or something? How the hell did he get so horny from… reading your name? Thinking about you? Hell, he doesn’t even know where to pinpoint the cause of all this anymore.

Shaking his head, his first thought was that he was in no way going to touch himself to the thought of you. Absolutely not. Fuck no. He may be obsessed but he’s not a… actually, there’s really no word he could use to describe what he’s not right now because he pretty much checks every box for an obsessive pervert.

“Shit,” Gojo huffed, glancing over to his wide-open room door. A second passes, then two, then three before he’s standing to his feet and walking over to the door.

The man glanced out into the hall, finding no signs of Geto anywhere before he shuts his door. Then, he pauses and stares at the lock. He’s not really about to do this, is he?

…

He locks the door and rushes right back over to his seat. Gojo slouches back a little this time and his legs part, his eyes low on his hard cock resting against his thigh and how painfully it was bulging against the fabric of his clothes.

“Fuckin’ hell,” He whispers. There’s no way you’d gotten him this hard…

You and your… everything. The very idea of you made Gojo roll his hips upward, causing faint friction against his clothed cock. Then he shook his head and looked away from himself.

“Nope, I’m not doin’ this shit,” He whispered. He can’t jerk off to some girl he doesn’t even know. He shouldn’t.

It’d be different if you were some pornstar he was infatuated with, then he could jerk off to you and there’d be no issue. But when you’re his friend’s friend… it’d be so weird of him to do so.

Even if you have the prettiest face he’s ever seen. Despite your laugh leaving him in some kind of trance. Ignoring the way your voice sounds. Disregarding how kind you seem from afar. Nevermind the way you walk, the things you wear— and how the first time he saw you, you were in a skin-tight blue dress-

Gojo’s jaw drops a little, “Oh fuck,” His voice is already breathy and his hand has found its way to his aching cock, groping himself through his clothing.

He looks down at himself all over again, body hot and breath unsteady already. He swallows thickly and finally lets out a groan before moving to tug his cock out, watching how it slaps against his abdomen and letting out another heavy breath of air.

Gojo moves his hands to his thighs and just gazes at his cock for a moment, seeing how it twitches so desperately-, desperately for you, and how his tip is leaking with precum already. Hell, it look like he came already, cum leaking down along his dick so lewdly.

What would anyone think if they found him like this…

One of his hands moves to grab his journal and he flips to the page with your pictures on it. He shouldn’t do this. This is wrong-

A whine slips past his lips the second his eyes are met with your face. Then his fingers are wrapping around his shaft and he’s jerking himself off without second thought. “Fuuck,” He moans, tossing his head back with his lower lip beginning to tremble already.

His hand was working the length of his dripping cock furiously, back arching ever so slightly in pure desperation and utter need. Oh how he wished it was your hand here instead of his. Fuck, what would your mouth feel like? Hell, how are you during sex? Are you the submissive type? Would you let him have his way with you? Fuck that pretty mouth of yours like he wishes to?

Or are you the more dominant type? Would you have his legs shaking from sucking him off? You probably would. He can only imagine what your lips would look like wrapped around his cock— already wet with spit and dribbles of his cum. Your face would probably be all messy but you might like that kinda thing, right?

Gojo whines, his eyes flickering and hand not slowing for even so much as a second. Shit, your mouth is probably heavenly but what would your pussy feel like? How wet would you get for him? Would you take him all in one go? Beg him to fuck you faster?

Fuck, would you get on top of him? Take control? Ride him til’ he’s the one begging you to stop? Again, Gojo moans into the air, a few times actually. His wrist rotates as he fists his needy cock, veiny length aching for anything from you.

He wonders if you’d want him to talk you through it. Or if you’d talk him through it. Would you be mean? Nice? Fuck, his thoughts are driving him crazy. In all honesty, he’d consider himself a complete slut for you. He’d do whatever you wanted him to.

Gojo ends up shifting, moving to hunch forward as he grows a bit overwhelmed. “Fuck, fuck-,” He gasps and chokes out a whimper of your name. Would you let him be some little slut for you? Because he would be, with zero hesitation. “Fuck me,” Gojo mumbles, watching as his cock twitches in his hands.

You’d probably praise him, wouldn’t you? Tell him how good he’s doing for you, encourage him to keep going-, or maybe you’d do the exact opposite. Perhaps you would degrade him.

Gojo’s eyes roll back at the mere imagination of you ever degrading him, calling him pathetic for being like this, a slut for shamefully jerking off to you, or even a bitch-

He’s cumming before he even realizes he is, moaning and moaning after the thought of you ever calling him such a thing. He doesn’t even know why that turned him on so much, he’s never been into that kinda thing before but when it’s you, shit… he can’t even control himself.

Messing up his hand, groaning out your name, moving to stand up with shaky legs, and continuing as his cock doesn’t go down. Then Gojo looks at the picture of you again, aligning his cock with the image and stroking himself angrily. He cannot believe himself right now but it’s much too late to care.

The damage is beyond done as he starts moaning again, small whines of fuck leaving his wet lips over and over the more he stares at your picture. Then he’s thrusting his hips into his hand, moving his free hand to grab ahold of the desk in front of him as if to brace himself.

Gojo heaves as he gets himself off. Tears well up in his eyes and he just knows he sounds so stupidly desperate right now, moaning, groaning, whining, and even whimpering for you whilst he fucks his fist. Eventually closing his eyes, he imagines you there with him, mentally illustrating the way your face would twist up every time he thrusts his cock deep inside you.

He could make you feel so fucking good if you ever let him. He’d treat you so well, give you anything and everything under the sun, make sure there’s always a smile on your face, and prioritize your needs over his own at all times.

By that point, he’s chanting your name in mindless little whispers, feeling his balls ache before the tip of his cock spurts out thick and hot ropes of cum— all over that same picture he’d been staring at.

Left panting, Gojo had to deal with the aftermath of his high. His eyes were slow to open and when he realized he came all over one of his pictures of you, he was even more disgusted with himself.

It took him a moment to gather himself after his actions but when he finally does, he cleans the filthy mess he’d made of himself and that damn photo before closing his journal and putting it away— telling himself he’d never do that again.

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Although, his little declaration didn’t last very long. A week later and he was jerking off with you in mind yet again. The same guilt and disgust follow afterward and Gojo tells himself he needs something else to put his focus on that’s not you.

Like his job for example; babysitting. What better to put his mind on to distract him from the way his mind, body, and soul crave you so desperately?

With that in mind, Gojo started with his scheduling. As time stood, he had roughly three different kids he babysat on a regular basis, all of which were looked after separately but looked after nonetheless. The first was a girl, whose name was Nobora. She was rather bratty in Gojo’s opinion but he didn’t mind, he liked how having her around reminded him of having that of a little sister.

Then there was Megumi, a child who so clearly hates him but is forced to be around him anyway. That hatred got even worse when the kid broke his leg while on Gojo’s watch— an event in which Gojo will forever find strange because the two were at a park and he swears he looked away for two seconds only to hear screaming moments later by nearby children.

By the time he made it to Megumi, his leg was broken and Gojo was to blame.

Aside from that, the last kid that Gojo found himself watching over sometimes was Itadori Yuji. Now this, this is where things got interesting.

For starters, Gojo never understood why he was hired to watch over Yuji when the kid had a perfectly capable older brother to do so. Then again, he didn’t question it once he saw he got paid quite handsomely for it.

Sometimes Gojo went over to the Itadori residence and others he picked Yuji up. Either way, the number of times Gojo encountered Sukuna was rather slim. They only ever interacted when it was time for payments to be made. Outside of that, Gojo knew little of Sukuna (his school reputation for being a major partier aside).

Any other information he got from the man came from Yuji, who Gojo would randomly question every now and then. Though, Yuji never spoke much about his older brother— only that he’s a bit short-tempered. Given that, Gojo had no reason to think twice about their family or relations at all.

Even when Yuji would appear with a bruise or two, Gojo didn’t put two and two together until it was much too late. The first few bruises, Yuji said he got them from playing around too much and falling, to which Gojo believed since he’d seen how clumsy Yuji could be firsthand.

As such, this went on for weeks and weeks but the day Gojo finally started realizing something was up, was the same day in which he’d finally meet the consequences for his previous actions.

On that day, before Yuji was dropped off to be babysat, Gojo was busy making vows to himself. The first being that he’d finally man up and fucking talk to you. He doesn’t really know what finally came over him but he felt as though it was time. Something, perhaps the universe, told him that after today— he’d grow some balls and hold a genuine conversation with you. 

Only a few days ago had he learned from Shoko that you now resided with her so things were going to be rather easy. There was about a week and a half of summer left, giving Gojo some time to not only talk to you but also get to know you firsthand.

His self-revelation came about after he reread every journal entry he had of you, jotting down one final entry of how he planned to talk to you. It was supposed to be casual, he would ask for your number, become friends with you, and go from there based on whether or not you showed any attraction toward him.

With such plans in mind, Gojo thinks it is safe to say that his obsession is finally being tamed. He was getting in control of it after having had such lewd thoughts of you multiple times within the past month and making entries of how he was left feeling in his journal.

That may have been what his last straw was— the whole pervertedness of it all. He was getting weirded out by it himself. Maybe once he started talking to you, his obsession would completely die down. Perhaps the reality of you would help ground him from this fictional high he’s had himself on ever since his obsession was born.

Though, it seems the world finds humor in the suffering of people and Gojo was forced to learn this the hard way.

Of course, as soon as he tells himself he’s gonna clean up his act and do what’s right, his punishment shows up in the form of a person who finds joy in watching others struggle. This person is none other than Sukuna himself, who shows up at the worst time imaginable.

Amid pure stupidity and thoughtlessness, Gojo quickly found himself in a situation in which could not be undone.

—-

After babysitting Yuji for maybe two hours, there was a knock on Gojo’s front door. Yuji sat on the living room couch, watching some cartoons as he swung his feet back and forth. Gojo was in the nearby kitchen, journal in hand before he went to answer the door.

That wonderful journal of his was left sitting on the kitchen counter, right in the open for anyone to see. 

That aside, when Gojo opened his front door, he was met with Sukuna. The two barely even greeted one another before the tatted man reminded Gojo it was payment day. The transaction was meant to be done inside so, Gojo allowed Sukuna to enter the apartment.

Yuji hardly glanced over to the two men before Sukuna nodded his head back, silently telling the kid to go ahead and make his way to the car. With no argument, Yuji sighed and grabbed what little of his things before he walked over to the two, briefly said bye to Gojo, and then made his way outside.

Gojo was going to question why Sukuna let the kid go out by himself like that but, he’s made his mistakes of asking too many questions in the past and has suffered the consequences. Not wanting to deal with a mouthy Sukuna, Gojo remained quiet until Yuji was gone.

Phones were pulled out and the two men moved to make that transaction of theirs. Sukuna had strange tendencies and rules, one of them being that Yuji wasn’t allowed to be present for what Sukuna considered adult business. It was something Gojo didn’t understand but, nothing crazy to really bat an eye at.

Just before Sukuna gets ready to send the money to Gojo— something in which he requires Gojo to be present to make sure nothing goes askew, Gojo starts noticeably squirming all over the place.

Sukuna raises a brow, “Fucks wrong with you?”

“Gotta use the bathroom,” Gojo huffs out without moving from where he stands.

The pink-haired man tilts his head, “Then go use the bathroom? I’m not gonna leave without paying you so relax.”

Gojo stands there a mere moment longer, contemplating a few things. The transaction could’ve been done by now but he felt like he was two seconds away from embarrassing himself so he just let out a long sigh before running off to the nearby bathroom. Thus leaving Sukuna standing there alone.

Now, Sukuna doesn’t consider himself to be a nosy person— he could usually care less about what others had going on in their lives unless it affected or entertained him. And where Gojo’s concerned, he honestly did neither at the time. He was just Yuji’s babysitter so Sukuna didn’t see much interesting about the guy.

That was, until he took his time alone to glance around Gojo’s apartment. Sukuna’s eyes wandered, studying the plain attempts at decoration and how utterly unstructured Gojo’s apartment appeared to be. Well, aside from some spots, it was rather clear that two people were living here, one more cleanly than the other.

Even so, Sukuna remained uninterested until he spotted a single book on the nearby kitchen counter. His eyes narrowed and he found himself surprised someone like Gojo would ever pick up a book. Again, the two knew little of one another aside from whatever school reputations they had— Gojo being known as some praying fuckboy and Sukuna being known as some hotheaded party-thrower. One could’ve assumed that the two would get along considering how their interests seem to align.

With that being said, Sukuna found himself walking toward this book without a second thought. The cover was completely blank and he realized it wasn’t a book at all. It was a journal.

Intrigued, Sukuna picks it up and does nothing more than pick a page at random to see if he’d find anything amusing, perhaps something to taunt Gojo with. Y’know, something to get a laugh out of.

The very last thing Sukuna expected to see was a page with a picture of some girl on it in the middle, surrounded by rather… creepy depictions of the woman. Details on the clothing in the picture, how much it cost, where to find it, depictions of where the woman went on that day, whether or not she seemed happy or sad, how many times Gojo heard her laugh-

Sukuna found himself disturbed instantly as he skimmed over the page. Though, not enough to stop him from turning the page. It seemed that such a creepy entry was one of many. Although, the first page he saw was definitely the creepiest. What ended up becoming the cherry on top was when Sukuna read over the fact that Gojo’s never spoken to you.

At that point, Sukuna scoffed, finding Gojo nothing but a fool for writing about a woman in such a way without ever talking to her. With dates, times, etcetera, Gojo had a ridiculous number of entries on this woman, so much so that it actually left Sukuna both curious and… entertained.

So when the sound of Gojo coming out of the bathroom hits Sukuna’s ears, he doesn’t even flinch or attempt to act like he wasn’t looking through the journal. Instead, Gojo walks out of the bathroom and finds Sukuna with the item in his hands.

It was at that very second that Gojo felt his heart sink to his goddamn toes. His eyes went wide and he froze in his steps, Sukuna not even so much as glancing away from the journal in his hands.

Gojo swallowed the overwhelming lump in his throat and attempted to say something-, anything, “What-”

“My my, what a fucking pervert you are,” Sukuna hummed enthusiastically, finally flicking his maroon gaze up to a dumbfounded Gojo. “This is disgusting, really. I mean,” Sukuna glances back down and smiles, “You love this woman and you’ve never even spoken to her?”

All wide-eyed and practically speechless, Gojo fumbles for a way to explain himself, “I-”

“And you fantasize about fucking her quite often,” Sukuna scoffs, tongue seeping out to lick his lips for a moment, “I can see why but shit… You’re a fuckin’ weirdo.”

“You-,” Gojo cocks his head back and blinks, the slightest mention of Sukuna taking interest in your appearance causing him to go right back to that not-so-rational state of his. Blinded by a deep obsession toward you, Gojo is slow with his words, “...You can see why? The hell does that mean-”

“She’s sexy, I get it. I see the lil’ pictures of her you’ve put in here,” Sukuna comments nonchalantly, “And yet, what I don’t get is this uh,” He clicks his tongue and smirks, “Obsession you have with her. Especially without talking to her? That’s…” He trails off for a second, his expression fading into something Gojo can’t quite read.

Gojo gulps and again attempts to defend himself, “I know it’s weird, I… I told myself I’m going to stop-”

“When?” Sukuna interrupts, voice rough, “When you’ve already got her wrapped around your finger and refuse to let her go because of the attachment you’ve created?” He questions the man almost as if he’s speaking from… experience.

“W-What?” Gojo’s brows push together. He never had any intentions of manipulating you in any shape or form, “No, I-”

“Would you tell her how you’ve been stalking her for months-, shit maybe even years based on some of these entries?” The way Sukuna takes a step toward Gojo lets him know that something about this seems to bother the pink-haired man.

“I haven’t been stalking her, I just-”

Sukuna looks down at the open page, “‘I especially liked how happy she looked today, when she smiles, she blinks about five times and when she laughs, it doubles.’ What sane man writes this shit about a woman he’s never spoken to, huh?”

“Sukuna just…” Gojo sucks in a crisp breath of air and attempts to plead with the male in front of him, reaching his hand out for his journal, “Just pretend like you never read that a-and give me the-”

“Aht aht,” Sukuna’s quick to swat his hand away and he nearly laughs at the way Gojo frowns frustratedly, “Did you really think I wouldn’t keep this little gem? Hm? See, you must be a bit confused about how this is about to go.”

For a moment, Gojo just stares. He never imagined this would happen. Hell, he wasn’t exactly careful with his journal but the last thing he expected was for Sukuna to pick the damn thing up. Fuck, he should’ve never left it on the counter. 

He lets out a sigh and his voice is small, laced with fear, “...Are you gonna tell her?”

“Am I gonna tell her?” Sukuna simply bursts out laughing, “Ha! What do I look like to you? Some simple-minded fool? No, I’m not gonna tell her.”

Gojo lets out the most thankful sigh of relief, “Thank fuck-”

“You are,” Sukuna states.

And at those words, the room goes silent. So silent that one could hear a pin drop. Gojo felt as though his blood ran cold and Sukuna had this overly smug look on his face.

It was from there on out that Gojo was set to face the consequences of his actions.

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In which your new boyfriend, Lee Seokmin, only reminds you of your ex, Kim Mingyu.

RED: seungcheol - friends w/ benefits - <1k

Seungcheol is just a little bit obsessed. “A little? A little is an understatement, don’t you think?” Soonyoung laughs, a hand coming down strong on Seungcheol’s shoulders.

OUTLINES

hoshi - james-lily inspired third wheel dynamic

joshua - kinda ETL but more like suspicious to lovers neighbors au

jeonghan - ETL lawyer au

hoshi - FTL bad influence

dino - office au

seungcheol - arranged marriage

read published works here: masterlist

[byuljoonie]

M.list for byuljoonie

⤷ Hi lovelies, I’ve finally made a long overdue masterlist for your convenience! It’ll be updated after every story post so that I won’t get behind on updating it. I put a few coming soon stories on here so you guys can know my drafts are never empty! Thank you for enjoying my writing, especially my earlier pieces that are not that good:3 Requests are open and AO3 link at the end. Ily♥︎ -dubu☆

⁀➴ Kim Namjoon

one-shots:

☾ Moonlight {5.1k} { fluff, smut // growing tension, boyfriend material, desperation }

⤷ namjoon promised to go to the grocery store with you after the gym

☾ Please Give Me A Remedy ft. Myg {3.2k} { fluff, angst // on hiatus }

⤷ 2 of your 7 best friends have a secret…

☾ Let You Break My Heart Again ft. Jhs (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ A First Meeting {0.1k, fluff}

☾ Sesame Syrup {0.2k, fluff}

☾ Virgo’s Groove {coming soon, smut}

☾ Church Girl {coming soon, smut}

☾ Valentine {0.7k, fluff}

⁀➴ Kim Seokjin

one-shots:

☾ Cozy {6.7k} { fluff, smut // coworkers to lovers, slice of life, slow burn, OfficeWorker!AU, dom!seokjin }

⤷ you hate me, because you want me…

⁀➴Min Yoongi

one-shots:

☾ Never Goodbye {3.3k} { fluff, angst, smut // slice of life }

⤷ It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again…

☾ Please Give Me A Remedy ft.knj {3.2k} { fluff, angst // on hiatus }

⤷ 2 of your 7 best friends have a secret…

Drabbles:

☾ Freek-a-leek { hard smut // coming soon }

⤷Tell me what you want…

⁀➴Jung Hoseok

one-shots:

☾ 6 Inch {4.2k} { fluff, slight smut, yearning // friends to lovers? }

⤷ your best friend convinces you to attend a launch party, without mentioning the presence of a certain someone.

☾ Let You Break My Heart Again ft. Knj (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ Heart 2 Heart {1.3k, fluff}

⤷TA!Hoseok

☾ Habanera (coming soon, smut)

⤷ Si je t’aime, prend garde á toi

☾ A Helping Hand (0.3k, smut)

⤷ need a hand?

⁀➴Park Jimin

one-shots:

☾ Pussy Fairy {2.3k} { smut // unedited dom!jimin }

⤷ read the title…

☾ Cherry Airhead {2.3k} { smut, ftl // unedited dom!jimin }

⤷you want a piece?

⁀➴Kim Taehyung

one-shots:

☾ Ramo Buchón ft.jjk {9.5k} (under construction) { fluff, smut, angst // growing tension, husband material, insanity }

⤷ You make beautiful bouquets…Jungkook notices

☾ Blue night |02|

⤷ (coming soon)

Drabbles:

☾ Plastic off the sofa {1.7k, smut}

⤷ prologue (coming soon)

⁀➴Jeon Jungkook

one-shots:

☾ Ramo Buchón ft.kth {9.5k} (under construction) { fluff, smut, angst // growing tension, husband material, insanity }

⤷ You make beautiful bouquets…Jungkook notices

Drabbles:

☾ �� {2k, smut}

☾ ♡ {1k, smut}

☾ ♢ {1k, teasing}

☾ ♧ {0.6k, smut}

☾ ♤ {1.1k, smut}

☾ Honey☆ {coming soon, smut}

Other than BTS

Ateez

one-shots:

Jyh

☾ Can’t get enough of you (coming soon)

Anime

one-shots:

Gojo Satoru

⤷ (coming eventually)

Actors

Drabbles:

Pedro Pascal

☾ Brooklyn Baby {0.4k, fluff}

AO3

[fanfics-i-wanna-read]

Swan Queen Amnesia Fanfics Masterlist

ESQ = Established Swan Queen, FTL = Fairytale Land

Both has amnesia:

Undisguised by inkblots-on-autumn-leaves (one shot)

Epidemic by brokenmimir (one shot)

In Sickness and in Health by Applesaday (one shot) ESQ

think i'd like your hands in mine by swansaloft (one shot)

Emma has amnesia:

Take Me Back to the Start by pixiefairy15 (one shot) ESQ

Darkness Falls by LunaCeMore (34/34 chapters)

Unsaid by SgtMac (one shot) ESQ

Waking Up by courtneywoods (20/20 chapters)

Who are you to me? by lildarkone (one shot) ESQ

Swan Queen Week: Day 3 - Amnesia by crazytrulybitch (one shot) ESQ

Who Do You Think You Are? by Joshua (one shot)

A Month to Remember by nyczsq (25/? chapters) ESQ

thursday (in which they were meant to be) wilderthanwilde (one shot)

Snapegina by bananalestrange (one shot) ESQ

Residual Memory by Dakota829Snow (one shot)

Dark Roads by Dopredo (20/20 chapters)

Forgetful by The Last Good Name (one shot)

Follow the Stars Home by happylikeafool (one shot) ESQ

Regina has amnesia:

Amor fati by coalitiongirl (10/10 chapters)

To Remember Her Happy Ending by hope2x (20/20 chapters) ESQ

A Dark Ocean by chilly_flame (6/6 chapters) 

A Life Lost and Found by kurtsvonneslut (6/6 chapters) ESQ

Broken by LunaCeMore (13/13 chapters)

A Bang to the Head by omgcantbreathe (one shot)

Tequila Amnesia by carrotlucky13 (one shot)

Swan Queen Week Day 3: Amnesia by halerazer (one shot) ESQ

I Want You Here by YoungTruthLP (one shot) ESQ

Amnesia by heligena (one shot)

Memories by ofendlesswonder (one shot)

3. Amnesia by kine88 (one shot)

Not Forgotten by seriousfic (10/10 chapters)

Memories by CoppeliaRose (13/13 chapters) FTL

Starting Over Again by admhawthorne (36/36 chapters)

Dolorem Animi Extinguo by cadutadalcielo (26/26)

Don’t know how to categorize but still wanted to include:

remember me love, when i'm reborn by celaenos (4/4 chapters)

Weaved Dreams by Lotto95 (9/9)

[ohsoimaginari]

Masterlist

disclaimer: all works mentioned in this list are a work of fiction. names, characters, events, incidents and places used in the works are done so purely in a fictitious manner from the author’s imagination and any event resembling real life events is purely coincidental. all works below are copyrighted © and any unauthorised publication or redistribution or any other unauthorised use of the said works will constitute an infringement of copyright and may be subjected to legal intervention.

© all rights reserved by ohsoimaginari

symbol guide (will add more as we go along <3)

[🌸] fluff

[💔] angst

[🤭] a secret third thing (not smut but slightly suggestive)

[🥺] fluff with a bit of angst

[🥲] angst with a bit of fluff

[🌚] crack

[🩷] my faves

er-established relationship

ftl-friends to lovers

etlte-exes to lovers to exes

W O R K S

B T S

kim seokjin

coming soon!

min yoongi

coming soon!

jung hoseok

coming soon!

kim namjoon

i’ll be here | imagine, er, 🥹, 🩷, idol!namjoon

park jimin

coming soon!

kim taehyung

how could i forget? | imagine, er, 🥹, idol!taehyung

jeon jungkook

somewhere in paradise | drabble, er, 🌸, idol!jungkook, 🩷

🩵 🩵 🩵

A T E E Z

park seonghwa

coming soon!

kim hongjoong

coming soon!

jeong yunho

coming soon!

kang yeosang

last christmas | imagine, ftl, non-idol au, 🌸, 🩷

choi san

coming soon!

song mingi

coming soon!

jung wooyoung

coming soon!

choi jongho

healthy study habits | imagine, er, 🌸, 🤭 idol!jongho

O T H E R:

choi soobin

no goodbyes | one-shot, etlte, 🥲, 🩷 idol!soobin

[mundinhotolika]

FANFICS TOLIKA MASTERLIST

                                     FILTERS

ratings

#explicit

#not rated

#mature

#general audiences

#teen and up audiences

characters

#para acessar alguma fanfic com seu char de secundário, basta colocar o nome delu.

aditional tags

#kissing

#fluff

#ftl (friends to lovers)

#etftl (enemies to friends to lovers)

#angst

#AU

#kid fic

MANIP

aqui

IMAGINE

tony x reader

[shinestarhwaa]

I believe I have some on my masterlist! I love a ftl♡

I just really really need more friend to lovers ateez fics

like especially Yunho

but like, all of them mm.

I JUST NEED FRIENDS TO LOVERS REAL BAD RN OKAY 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[damon-loves-pie]

Stranger Things Writing Masterlist.

Author’s Note updated as of 8/4/24: Hello loves! God this is my first update for a note for a year and a half. I'm sorry I haven't been active in writing, even though I've been active on my blog. I may be more active now for a little while since having left my old job. But as I've stated multiple times even though I am 23, I have three small kids. They take up most of my time, no matter how much I have always loved writing, they have to come first.

But for now I am a stay at home mom till I find something new, and I do have about 20 WIP that are either nearly or close to being done from when I was publishing often. I PRAY to get them to you guys as soon as I can, whenever I get free time.

As always I love you all, and I will FOREVER BE thankful to anyone who has supported my work. Literally everyone on of you that hearts or reblogs my work, even just reads it, will ALWAYS have a place in my heart. Thank you everyone.

I MADE A BACK UP BLOG BECAUSE OF THE ISSUES I’VE BEEN HAVING WITH THIS ONE, PLEASE FOLLOW IT FOR WHEN I HAVE TO POST ON THERE, @eddieslittleh3llfire

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED 

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Eddie Munson Imagines: 

"Want to do something wild?"(18+)

“No one Wanted Her” (Gender neutral)

“I’d Get You Anything Sweetheart.” (Plus size reader.)

“How About We Get You Cleaned Up?” (18+)

“You'll Always Be Freaks" (Plus size reader)

“Care to Remake One of Those Scenes?” (18+)

“Girls Talk Boys.” (18+)

“I Never Hated You.” (18+)

“Thank You For Still Playing.”

"Wish I Could Be Your Man." (18+)

Eddie Munson Headcanons: 

Eddie fingering you (18+)

Drunk Eddie

Drunk Eddie Pt.2

Drunk Eddie Pt. 3

Drunk Eddie Pt. 4

Boyfriend Eddie While You study

Living with Eddie

Living with Eddie Pt. 2

Stoned Eddie

Stoned Eddie Pt.2

Dating Eddie Would Include

Modern Eddie On Social Media

Eddie Giving Gifts

Other Eddie Munson:

On Tumblr

Pansexual Eddie

Steve Harrington Writes:

Very First Date.

Steve x Plus size Female (first time) 18+

Steve x Friend Reader After Defeating Vecna (FTL)

[mrsbsmooth]

Favorite LITG fics?

Oh God, here we go. Unfortunately, some of my all time favourite fics have been deleted (😭) so this list is somewhat different to any that have come before it! But I'm gonna pin this one to my Masterlist so I can come back and update it as things change

(in no particular order)

King of the Castle by @i-boop-you (Bobby/MC - villa fic - slutty villain gatekeep gaslight girlboss main character)

The Sun in My Eyes by @sparxaf (Bobby/MC - villa fic - beautiful, angsty, damaged Bobby)

Noah's Game by SilentScreaming (villain!Noah - villa fic - nasty manipulative behaviour, it's delicious)

Sick like me by neld13 (Bobby/MC - AU - BDSM relationship with sub!Bobby)

Begin Again by @fuseboxmusebox (Bobby/MC - Coffee Shop AU)

The Greatest of Them All by @throughthejunobush (Bobby/MC - villa fic - that scene from the roof, urgh yesss)

Maybe, sort of, kind of, possibly by Blueberry_Cupcakes (Bobby/MC - villa fic - the ultimate FTL, their chemistry is next level)

Baby, kiss it better by @crimswnred (Bobby/MC - AU - cute, flirty, and so beautifully written)

Reasons to Be Brave by MamaMiaOhMy (Jake/MC - villa fic - BDSM and it's so cute and much spicier the whole way through)

It Could Only be You by @i-boop-you (Bobby/MC - villa fic - perma-angst, looking section of being distracted by Lucas, but incredibly funny and spicy)

Bobby, meet Lucas by @longbobmckenzie (Bobby/Lucas - villa fic - we need more M/M in this fandom, I adore this one)

Love Island, Actually by @crimswnred, @ellegreenwxy, @i-boop-you, @tammyisobsessedwith (The most incredible interwoven story I've seen in this fandom. Multiple POVs, multiple LIs, something for everyone.)

(can you tell i have a type of fic i like)

This Momentary Blue by @sparxaf (Felix/Kassam - AU - don't cringe until you've tried it)

Her Story (Don't Blame Me) by @tammyisobsessedwith (Blake/Lucas - villa fic - this is my favourite casa fic ever)

Mean Boys by @thesepromises (AU - hilarious, Lucas Koh as Regina George)

Snog, Marry, Die by @willkimurashat (villa fic - absolutely wild, unbelievably funny, very gory)

What Are You Waiting For? by @crimswnred (Tim/MC - villa fic - that last line, after all this time, it still makes me punch the air like The Breakfast Club)

that's the thing about illicit affairs by @ellegreenwxy (Suresh/MC - AU - holy hell this is perfection)

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* CHAPTER 1 || Fuck How it Started

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ prequel, backstory, suggestiveness, language, mentions of alcohol, implications of dark themes, etc.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.8k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——DRUNK, DAZED, AND STUPID, was Gojo’s first impression of you. While you may not remember it in the slightest, his first time laying eyes on you was at a party during both of your freshman years of college.

You were with a group of friends— friends you no longer have today but, a big group of them nonetheless. The party was jumping with music and people were dancing all packed together like sardines. Above the loud music, there was a particular sound of laughter that made Gojo’s ears twitch.

Looking back on it, he doesn’t remember too much who he was with at the time but he does remember the very second his eyes met the source of such giggles. Everything was noisy and dizzying, vibrant and almost burry, and then… and then there was you.

It’s a bit cliche but, Gojo did pause his dancing when he found that you were the source of the single laugh that caught his ears outside of people talking and music baring. Again, you likely don’t remember it in the slightest but— your eyes met him and his eyes met yours moments after he’d turned to you.

There were maybe two or three people dancing in between you and him but he was tall and everything about you seemed to lull him in. You had the prettiest smile on your face and although your eyes were locked onto his, it was clear your attention was on your friends surrounding you.

Six seconds. For six seconds exactly did you and Gojo hold eye contact with one another in the middle of some random party. 

Nothing eventful happened between you and him that night.

You hadn’t attracted him or anything. Honestly, the only thing Gojo felt spark within his chest was pure and profound curiosity. Call him a moth and you the flame with the way you turned your head back toward your friends had him wanting to reach out to you. It was like his heart took a step forward before his brain or body— curiosity blooming at the most purest level.

Captivating, you were. And that’s at the very least of words that could be used to describe you. But, perhaps it was the few drinks he had in his system that night because Gojo only had that one little moment before his mind was drifting to other things.

—

Nameless, you remained nothing more than a distant light in the back of Gojo’s busy mind. After partying, he didn’t see you again.

Not later that night outside the venue, not anywhere in that crowd, absolutely nowhere. It was like you vanished. Not that he was going to try and approach you anyway… he had his eyes on other women at the time. Simply put, you were nothing more than a pretty face to him.

Maybe you’d blended in with the crowd that night because even when Gojo tries to recall that day now, all he can remember is the six seconds his eyes lingered on yours and how for six seconds it was like he saw a world in which everything made sense— all in the beautiful hazy gaze of some random drunk chick.

Which is, again, why you were titled as nothing more than a pretty face… at first.

Maybe a week or so later, he saw you again. This time around he’d walked past you on campus. Gojo didn’t even know you went to his damn school. After all, it’s not like that party he was at was anywhere nearby. It was damn there outside the city and yet, here you were walking right past him at his university.

He did a double take to confirm that you were, in fact, the woman he’d seen at that party a week ago. Gojo doesn’t think he’s always the best at remembering faces, especially when he’s drunk but, he’ll never forget that smile of yours. Considering how you were talking with a friend as you walked, there it was yet again, a pretty smile plastered across your face.

He batted his lashes a few times to see if you’d vanish again but this time you didn’t. Instead, you just got further and further away from him since you both were heading in opposite directions. Then, just as he shook his head and turned away, he missed the way your eyes glanced back in his direction— wondering why the hell he was staring at you.

To you, he was just another guy on campus just as you were just another pretty face. Neither of you had any reasons to ever cross paths. In your mind, that moment was the first time you ever saw Gojo.

And it’s bizarre too. The way he saw you at a party, has this fuzzy image of you imprinted in his brain despite labeling you as just another pretty girl, to the way you walked past him wondering if there was something on your face with how hard he’d been looking at you.

At the time, you didn’t even get a clear look at his face so all you saw was white hair and blue eyes, nothing more. So while Gojo knew of your beauty, you only knew of his hair and eye color.

For no reason should your life have been entangled in his and the same vice versa. You had your friends, Gojo had his. The most you knew of one another was that you went to the same university.

As such, fewer times did Gojo see you after that. During that first year, he may have spotted you once every month, and even then, he was always walking past you, or you were walking past him. Just some girl on campus— that’s all you were, nothing more.

Same thing applied the following two semesters. After that summer when he returned to campus, he spotted you on the first day. This time you were walking into one of the buildings, presumably on your way to class.

He didn’t know if you were living on campus or not, or what your major was, or why you’re the first girl he mentally acknowledged on that first day back in school, or even what your name was but— he knew it was you. That signature smile of yours wasn’t present but he was able to recognize you by your face by this point.

Although, you hadn’t reached his level of interest yet. You were still just some pretty face. And yeah, maybe he didn’t mind spotting said face on campus every now and then but that didn’t mean he was searching for you or had any desire to know who you are.

You were like a work of art in some museum for him to admire from afar. Never to be touched or spoken about, simply to be gazed upon and feel grateful to have seen.

The rest of that year went by almost the same as the one prior, still no connection or anything between you and Gojo. You and him remained strangers.

Up until that fated third year of college. Ah, looking back on it now, Gojo sometimes wonders if the entire thing was scripted or something. Because that set of two semesters went intriguingly different than the two prior.

For starters, you had finally started to do more than bring surges of curiosity to Gojo. It had nothing to do with you changing any sort of your appearance or bumping into you at any point in time but instead, it was because, within those two semesters, you met Shoko.

Now, Gojo doesn’t meet you officially until a year later but, that doesn’t mean you and Shoko meeting wasn’t a crucial point to how events played out going forward.

Right before you met Shoko, and this may be just a coincidence, Gojo had started to get himself together. His first two years of university were spent worrying about women and parties for the most part. But it was during his third year that he decided to structure himself a bit more.

Amid such structuring, the next time he saw you, he’d learned your name moments after. How? Because he saw you walking beside Shoko one day, smiling and giggling at whatever she was saying to you. It was similar to the party that he first saw you with the way his heart did that thing again— like a pull of gravity, yearning toward you to ground him somehow.

He didn’t know why, and maybe it was that laugh of yours, but either way— for the first time, Gojo wasn’t just curious, he was interested. But he didn’t quite understand his level of interest.

Before you or Shoko got close to him, he watched you give Shoko a hug and then wave bye to her before heading in a different direction. After this, Shoko approached Gojo and playfully punched him on the arm to catch his attention.

Looking down at her with an immediate pout, “The hell was that for?” Gojo whined.

Shoko was chuckling, raking a hand through her hair before shrugging, “Acted on an intrusive thought, sorry not sorry.”

“I think you just like hurting me..” Gojo huffed before turning away and seeing as Shoko takes his side to accompany him.

“Sometimes, yeah-“

“Who was that girl you were with just now?” Ah, Gojo Satoru’s first direct question about you. From here on out it was basically a rollercoaster.

Shoko scoffed a little at his question but she never really thought much of it, giving Gojo your name, telling him how the two of you had a class together, and a bit of backstory on your friendship with her, “She’s such a cutie too, I think you’d like her.”

A sound of a snort was heard, “Like her? I was just curious,” Gojo shrugged off her comment entirely.

“I meant like her as… a friend? Don’t get ahead of yourself now, she has a boyfriend,” When Shoko told him that he tried to ignore how weird he felt obtaining that information but, it may have done a little something to his ego.

And he’s not even sure why either. Of course you have a boyfriend, why wouldn’t you? Why’d he expect you to be single? Is it because he’s single? Was he self-projecting somehow…?

He had to shake his thoughts away seconds later because it was almost starting to consume him. He’d never even spoken to you before and yet his brain was already popping out questions like there was no tomorrow.

An understanding smile slipped onto Gojo’s face, “Right. Sorry, I just thought you were trying to say I should go out with her or somethin’.”

Shoko rolled her eyes at him, “Satoru, just because most women grovel for you, doesn’t mean I’m gonna encourage them to do so— especially not her. “

At that moment, Gojo couldn’t imagine his follow-up question would one day be answered in so many more ways than one, “What’s so special about her?”

“I like having her around thus far and based on the last ten friends I’ve brought to meet you,” Shoko took a little pause before laughing to herself, “You always end up fucking them or they end up having some big one-sided crush-“

“Hey hey, I’ve been working on myself, alright?” Gojo cut off, trying to show his shorter brown-haired friend that he’s not the same as he may have been a few months ago, “I’m not like that anymore.”

Shoko started nodding, “Ohhhh, so you’re ready to settle down with someone, huh?”

Gojo choked out a cough and masked it with a laugh, “I-I didn’t say that but, y’know… having a girlfriend would be nice. M’tired of just being seen as some fuck boy…”

“Then stop being a fuck boy-“

“I’m not! They approach me most times, not the other way around,” Gojo huffed before rolling his eyes. It seems his reputation had really taken place, “I just… happen to be good at acting like I know what I’m doing. And I’ve learned enough through trial and error. P-Plus I haven’t been with as many women as you think-“

“What about men then?” Shoko teased, turning to Gojo with a big shit-eating grin on her face, “Hmmm? Maybe Suguru-“

Gojo moved a hand to her forehead and started to push her away, “Go to class.”

She giggles, “I’m joking!” Shoko said, smacking his hand off of her, “But hey, if she wasn’t in a relationship and you’re serious about getting yourself together, then maybe I’d help the two of you.”

The image of your face popped right back into Gojo’s head and he swears he can hear your laugh all over again. Blurting out his thoughts, “Y’think we’d be a good couple?” Gojo hummed casually, eyes going wide seconds later at his own thoughts, “Hypothetically, of course.”

“Mmmmh… yeah, actually,” Shoko nodded, “She’s the kinda woman that leaves men fixed when she’s done with ‘em.”

Gojo’s lashes bat as his curiosity only surges, “What does that mean?”

Shoko snorts, her voice sounding like she was in awe, “Like, she’ll get with a shitty guy but by the time their relationship ends, he’s tolerable and maybe even likable.”

“So she fixes men?”

“I mean, based on what she told me about her last four exes, I don’t think she realizes it but, yes,” Why would this information be of any importance to Gojo? He’s not too sure himself at the time but no one could’ve known that such an observation on you would come back around later.

“Hm,” Gojo hummed in response, “...And you’ve only been friends with this chick for how long again?”

Shoko lit up at the opportunity to boast about how the two of you met, “Ouuu, funny story! So, this past summer I actually met her at this party. We hung out for no longer than five minutes but when the semester started and I walked into class and saw her… We were basically besties already.”

“Cute,” Gojo commented simply. It was another thing he told himself he wouldn’t pay much attention to.

And as such, their conversation about you basically ended there.

—

While that was enough of talking about you, it was merely the begging of Gojo’s thoughts on you. The first trickle of rain before a storm, the initial rumble in the sky prior to overwhelming thunder, the warning wave before a tsunami— call it what you wish, this was only the beginning.

It had to be a coincidence how often Gojo began to see you around campus after that. After two years of only seeing you like once a month, of course it’s weird that he spots you on campus at least three times a week now. And it’s even weirder how he spots you, something a bit more different in comparison to merely seeing you.

Before it was like your face would just pop out amid a crowd and he’d take that as his monthly sighting of you but then it became more so of Gojo almost searching for you as he wandered through campus.

It was like how once someone develops a crush on someone they start to see them literally everywhere despite only seeing them a few times before developing feelings. Except, Gojo didn’t have a crush on you, he was just interested in you. 

So interested that he eventually started writing things down about you in this journal he kept. Now, he’d had this little journal since he was in high school. Stories about him, Shoko, and Geto are all written down in this personal little journal of his. It’s his item of comfort whenever the thoughts in his head become too much.

And in regards to you, the thought of you had gotten to that point. The first few entries were rather innocent— notes of the first time he saw you, his thoughts of you during that time to notes of what Shoko told him about you. This wasn’t an unusual entry into his journal either, he had stuff about other people in there too just so he didn’t forget some things.

Even for his past relationships, he still had poorly scribbled out notes on things his partners had told him so that he could keep up with it. The entire thing was really innocent, just notes Gojo liked to keep on events and people for fun. Journaling was almost a hobby for him. It wasn’t like he was writing full-page stories on his life, he’d just go through a day and come home and find comfort in summarizing his day a bit, especially if something eventful happened.

Said journal was separated by chapters, almost like a little book that he could go back through and read if he wanted to, each chapter was characterized by person or specific era of his life. He had a very lengthy section about Geto, which makes perfect sense since that’s his best friend. Then there were sections for different school years and some other important things in his life.

Either way, he kept everything in this journal. And the moment your name was written into it, he should’ve known things would be different after that. Because then you became someone he was thinking about more than he cared to admit. Gojo had curated this entire personality and idea of you in his head simply based on whenever he saw you or whenever Shoko talked about you.

Until eventually, Gojo realized he had a bit of a crush on you. Now, it may sound a bit bizarre for him to develop such an infatuation with someone he’d never formally spoken to but, what can he say? The heart wanted what the heart wanted and his brain sure as hell had no will to protest against such feelings. 

The first time Gojo mentions you to Geto, it was after he’d seen you walking toward the dining hall with some friend of yours. Call Gojo crazy but he’d even started to notice how your friend group got significantly smaller in comparison to the first time he ever saw you.

That aside, “There’s this girl,” Was the first thing Gojo told his best friend, and roommate, “She’s like… really… intriguing,” He managed out slowly. He could never put the right words to what it was about you but he tried his best.

“Intriguing? Did you talk to her?” Geto was quick to quiz his white-haired bestie on the mention of a woman. Before you, the most Gojo would tell him about the women he encountered was how he ‘fucked them stupid’ or how he had to ‘reject another one’.

Geto hadn’t heard Gojo bring up a woman in this manner since highschool so he knew from then that you were different. “Uh, not exactly,” Gojo replied to his friend, “I mean, I’ve talked about her.”

“To who?” Geto quizzed. Again, this was his first time hearing of such a woman so who did Gojo talk to you about? “This is my first time hearing about her…” He moved to scratch the back of his neck slightly, voice a bit low in a hum as it was apparent he preferred to know things before anyone else.

“Shoko,” Gojo says, and Geto’s face lights back up again as if he never had anything to worry about, “She’s one of her friends.”

Geto lets out a sigh and nods, “Ohhh, I see. Okay, so…” His eyes narrow on his friend before he tilts his head, “What’s so intriguing about her?”

“She has a really pretty laugh,” The words leave Gojo immediately, every time he’s heard the sound he swore he was being sent into another field of feelings. Your laugh made him happy and he’d never experienced that before. It was new and he liked it.

“She has a really-,” Geto cut himself off with a chuckle, “Satoru, you’re interested in a woman because of her laugh?”

Gojo nodded like it was no big deal, “Yeah?”

His best friend shrugs it off at first before pausing, recalling something similarly odd that Gojo’s told him before, “Wait, is this that same girl you talked about a few years back?” Geto asked.

“Huh?”

Running a hand through his raven locks of hair, Geto blinked at his friend’s confusion, “The one you said whose laugh you heard over music that one time.”

Damn, Gojo didn’t even remember telling him that— he must’ve been drunk out of his mind after that party…

“Uh, yeah, actually,” Gojo starts smiling a little as he recalls the moment, “Yes she is.”

Geto stares, “She goes here?”

“No shit.”

“So, what,” He scoffs, “You like her or something?”

And here was where the denial began. Right when Gojo sheepishly looks off to the side and shakes his head, “No.”

Geto leans a bit closer to his friend, searching for answers through a skeptical look, “Thennn why’re you telling me about her-”

“I don’t know man,” Gojo blurts out, “She’s just in my head.”

“You like her,” Geto says flatly.

Gojo couldn’t understand such a thing at first, “I can’t like someone I’ve never spoken to before.”

“You can,” His friend argues, “Just go talk to her if that’s the case.”

“I can’t.”

“And why not?”

The recollection of the following fact had Gojo frowning a little, “She has a boyfriend.”

Geto chuckles and his voice gets playful, “So? Who c-“

“Suguru,” Gojo grumbled, sending his bestie a look of disapproval.

“I’m joking, I’m joking…” He sighed, “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be friends with her.”

Gojo rolled his eyes, “I’d have ulterior motives.”

“She doesn’t have to know about those motives, it’s called playing the long game.”

“Yeah no, I’m not gonna go get involved with a woman I like and can never have,” Gojo said, seeming to stand firm on such a statement, “What do I look like to you?”

“Hey, ‘never’ is a bit of a stretch,” Geto points out, “How long have she and her boyfriend been dating? Do you know?”

“Uh, I think Shoko said a few months.”

Geto deadpans, “And you think they’ll stay together forever?”

Gojo shrugged, “Well, no but-”

“So go be friends with her and wait,” Wonderful advice was given at that moment but, no one knew how things would play out later on.

It was at that very moment that Gojo should’ve listened to his best friend. Maybe things would’ve been entirely different now. But alas, Gojo refused to do that. He couldn’t imagine himself going as far as getting to know you and only developing his feelings for you further just to wait for you to break up with your boyfriend.

Why would he ever do such a thing? Call him selfish for it, he didn’t care, if he was going to talk to you, he was going to do so with the intention of making you his girlfriend.

Although now, it’s humorous, really. The way Gojo told himself he’d never get involved with you if he knew he couldn’t have you in the end— how hilarious considering the way things work out further down along the timeline…

But during that time, Gojo never thought to think that far ahead. He didn’t think you’d ever break up with your boyfriend, he assumed he’d move on and crush on some other woman, and he didn’t expect for his heart to drive him to lengths that may not be considered morally correct…

Maybe he should’ve never asked Shoko about you. Or maybe he should’ve silenced the blooming thoughts in his head about you. How did you go from just a pretty face to the only pretty face he could think about?

It was like after talking to Shoko and Geto about you, you were everywhere. On campus, off campus, it didn’t matter— Gojo would spot you so often that he wondered if you had something to do with all the coincidental appearances. But, seeing as you hardly noticed he was in the same area as you, that couldn’t have been the case.

Perhaps it was fate. Fate that willed the two of you to be in the same area nearly every other day. The only place Gojo started to see you less at was parties. To which he found odd, you used to go to them all the time…

It’s thoughts and realizations like that as to why Gojo starts to go down this semi-dark path. It was like you plagued his mind, even in class all he could think about was the next time he was going to see you. When he’d get home, the first thing he started writing in his journal was entries about you— things you wore that day, whether or not you were smiling, how he wished he could talk to you and see how easy or difficult it is to make you laugh.

God, thinking about you was torture. Gojo couldn’t understand it one bit. Sure, you were 100% his type and he’d always found you attractive but it should’ve stopped there. Yet with Shoko telling him how kind you are, how you took over on most projects they had together, how great of a person you were, his situation wasn’t getting any better.

Imagine liking someone just based on their appearance and laugh only to later find out that they’re an amazing person on top of that. That’s what it was like for Gojo. It wasn’t enough that you were physically stunning in his eyes, of course you turned out to have such a pure heart.

A heart in which he never wanted to corrupt. And as if fate was watching over his life— it was only pitiful how his wishes fired back on him. Instead of you with the corrupted heart, it became himself. Gojo spent the school year falling and falling for you while never speaking a single word to you.

By the end of the second semester, he thought he was going crazy. And hell, maybe he was…

Because the upcoming summer was his punishment for his craziness. Though, it wasn’t fate this time. Instead, punishment came in the form of a person-, a monster, really. Showing up and discovering shit when least expected, curating such elaborate schemes that no regular being would.

And for what exactly? Gojo never finds out. But you, with you being the focal point of this entire plotline, you soon learn how unaware you’ve been of things and people throughout college. How many guys were interested in you, watched you, knew you before you knew them. Hell, Gojo is the first and most prime example.

After all, despite shit hitting the fan during the summer for him, you’d only met Gojo at the start of your senior year of college. And the list took place a while after that. But as for all that took place before the list…

You were completely clueless.

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FTL - Part 1: SALOME

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summary: why couldn’t it have been him?

characters: fem!reader x javier peña, fem!oc salome mendez, steve murphy, mentions of carillo & messina

chapter contents: 18+/nsfw/MINORS DNI, grief, pining, angst, death, mention of firearms/explosives, minor injury, blood mention, mental health, smoking, alcohol mention/abuse

AN: thank you to every single person who’s encouraged me to write this fic. i had a lot of doubts dipping my toe into the javier peña world but my brain really couldn’t help itsself. that being said, i hope you all enjoy. thoughts, comments, reblogs are appreciated.

word count: 2k

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Javier Peña is exceptional at a lot of things. Getting information, choosing beer, smooth-talking women and most recently getting on your last fucking nerve. You’d heard stories about him before you met him. You learned that he’s a man that bends the rules, sleeps with his informants, is devastatingly handsome, and by plenty of accounts is an asshole. And while all those things are true when you meet him, so is the fact that he’s damn good at his job.

It’s what makes him palatable as the months go on and on. That and the fact that no matter how things go he always has a way of making everyone feel determined to push on. He’s a good leader, even if he doesn’t want to be, and while you hate to admit it, things wouldn’t be the same without the overly confident, ever annoying Javier. Beneath all of that, you can tell that he harbors his own definition of care for everyone, even you. You try not to think about it, especially when you catch yourself glancing up to study him while all of you sit and type reports or wait for the phones to ring. It's easier than you’d like to admit, getting lost in the curve of his eyebrow or the pounding of his fingers on the keys.

Most of the time you’re pulled away by the ringing of a phone, and tonight isn’t any different. You’re grateful for the call, blowing out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. Javier catches your gaze for just a moment before standing and moving to sit on Murphy’s desk since he’s the one who’s got the call. With Murphy’s subpar Spanish, the phone is quickly handed off to Javier who wraps the call up quickly, rushing into Carillo’s office with you, Murphy, and Salome on his heels.

Though your Spanish is better than Murphy’s, it's still lacking compared to Salome’s and Javier’s. It’s why they end up with more time in the field together even though Salome’s your partner. Tonight’s one of those nights; Messina has assigned you and Murphy to stay behind and listen to the raid through the comms. It pisses you off a little, pisses Murphy off a lot, and all Peña can do is smirk while Salome tries to convince you that there’s always the next time.

But the more the plan unfurls in front of you, the more something feels off. You can’t shake the feeling that this raid isn’t what it seems. There’s a sense of doom boiling in your stomach, hot and wretched. The sweat that sticks to your skin could be from the humid air of Colombia, but you account it to your dancing nerves. You don’t want any of them to go, especially not Sal. You’re back at your desk, trying not to look like your thoughts are screaming at you when Sal steps out of Carillo’s office to see you reeling. Even if no one else can read you in this office, she can.

She makes her way over and sits at her desk across from you with a sighing breath that you ignore. She watches as you pretend to be busy, hoping that she’ll leave you alone but it rarely works with her. Leaning forward, her fingers tap the top of your typewriter so you have to look up at her, “Hey, what’s wrong, hermanita?”

You don’t know that this is your last conversation with her. That instead of telling her your worries you should just pull her close and let her know how much she means to you. It doesn’t matter either way; she knows how much you love her. Your mind isn’t kind enough to tell you that once she’s gone.

You lean in as well, keeping your voice low. The last thing you need is Peña taking jabs at you for feeling uneasy, “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”

“We’ve got good intel, everything checks out. If we get this lab it’ll be a big blow to Pablo. It gets us one step closer.”

“I know, Sal, but-“

“Tranquílate,” She takes both of your hands into hers, squeezing reassuringly. “Everything will be fine, and when we finish, we’ll go dancing in celebration. I’m sure Antonio would be happy to see you again.”

You listen to her, nodding your head in agreement because Salome’s the big sister you never had. You trust her opinion like no one else’s, she'd never steer you wrong. Surrounded by a hoard of brothers, older and younger, you were happy to leave home and finally get away from all that testosterone. Your mother passed with the birth of your youngest brother. You were only 16 and when that happened, you’d checked out, withdrawing into yourself. You had planned to go into something quiet, English or business but then you took a criminal psychology class and the thought of the chase was the only thing louder than the constant pain of losing your mother that buzzed in your ears.

Heavy footsteps bring your back to the present, and you see Sal and Peña huddling together, talking as she slides into her bulletproof vest. She’s still talking to him when her eyes meet yours, her lips pulling up into a smile before she waves. You return the wave, attempt to return the smile though you feel ill. Before Javier can follow after her you stand up and rush over to him.

“Peña,” You whisper under your breath, your eyes flickering to Carillo’s door and back to him.

He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your obvious want for secrecy, “Yeah?”

The way his brown eyes examine you steals your breath for a moment, but you look down at your fingers for just a moment to clear your head, “Make sure Salome makes it back in one piece.”

“I will,” He says simply as he starts towards the door.

“And Javier?” He turns back to look at you, his shoulders hunched in that protective position, waiting for your usual snide comment. It doesn’t come. Instead, you say, “You too.”

His frown smooths out, and for a moment he just stares at you, searching your eyes for anything that would contradict the softness of your words. He doesn’t find it, just more of that unexpected tenderness that makes his mouth feel dry. He flexes his fingers into his palms, giving you a firm nod. This all feels too close to the beginning of the fantasies he has about you. He keeps them tucked deep inside the halls of his brain, safe enough to retrieve when he’s with a woman that he desperately wants to be you or when he’s alone at home, drowning in the flashbacks and needing something to pull him to the surface. So secluded in synapses that he won’t bring it up, even when his veins swim with copious amounts of whiskey. The way you’re looking at him is all he’s ever wanted but can’t have, and he reasons that he has to make this moment feel typical.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back to grind your gears soon enough, querida,” His tongue dips over his lip before he smirks at you, backing away towards the door.

You roll your eyes at him and head towards your desk, not even bothering to pay him any more attention. He lingers by the door to watch you, trying to be subtle as his eyes follow the contour of your hips. Carillo calls his name before you can face him again at your desk, and he slips into the office.

Everything is going smoothly until it isn’t. The world turns on its axis in a matter of seconds. First its mumbled words of hesitancy and then a blast. When the bomb goes off, your shouts for Salome to copy turn into inhuman cries, grating the ears of everyone else in the room. Murphy tries to soothe you but you push him away, snatching the cigarette out of his mouth and taking a long drag. You hardly ever smoke, you're usually the one giving everyone else shit for it, but you need something to do other than cry and wait. It dawns on you when the cigarette is finished that Murphy has whiskey in his desk, and you berate him until he finally gives in and gives it to you. You drown yourself in it, needing to wipe out the feeling of what you’re sure to be true.

Your assumptions of Salome’s whereabouts are confirmed when Javier Pena is the one to make it back. He’s banged up, blood staining his clothing, dust, and rubble covering his entire body. A concussion, a dislocated shoulder, and cracked ribs. That’s all he got while others like Salome were ripped to shreds. It's moments like these that he wishes this war he’s fighting would take him. This is when it all seems pointless, when he loses someone he feels has more of a right to life than him. It doesn’t help when he gets back and you’re standing on the front steps. He finds your eyes as soon as he’s out of the car, glazed over but burning, and he knows that you’re both thinking the same thing.

Why couldn’t it have been him?

It's tough to see him like this, even when you’re this furious with him. You feel guilty that some of your sadness goes away by seeing him. In a way, you’re relieved to see him and it makes you feel disgusting, so you focus on the rage. As he slowly walks up to you and Murphy, stiff from the explosion, you can’t find the words to communicate any of your feelings to him.

Neither can he.

The car ride to your apartment is awkward, the air thick with all the unspoken words that are loose in your head, unable to form a sentence. All of you are anxious to be out of the car. Murphy’s got soft music going to fill the silence, his fingers thrumming against the steering wheel every time there’s a red light.

Javier’s happy that neither of you seem ready to talk, he keeps his eyes trained out the window, his fist clenched together. Every once and a while he can’t help himself, his eyes flicker back to check on you and the self-deprecating thoughts get louder with each sight of you. You’re crying silently in the back seat, the tears coming steady, blurring your vision and staining your cheeks. You’re not sure when they’ll stop.

When the car stops in front of your apartment, Murphy starts to talk but it just sounds like a dull buzz, unimportant, his words useless against the iron grip that grief has already taken on you. You step into your apartment building without so much as a wave goodbye and as soon as you’re in your apartment your knees go weak, barely able to get you to the couch. That couch is where you stay, in and out of sleep, clothes wet with your own tears until Messina calls you the next day with funeral arrangements.

It all moves so fast here and you’re not ready. You’re not ready to say goodbye to Salome, you’d never planned on doing this without her. You set an alarm to get up for the funeral which is in two days before crawling to your bed. There’s nothing else to get up for before then. Not anymore.

read Part 2: BLEEDING.

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First everything

Nerdy! Virgin!jungkook x black female!reader

Best friends to lover au

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Genre: Smut, fluff

Words: 3k

Warning: masturbation (m), oral (m,f), slight chocking, sub! Jungkook, virgin! Jungkook, reader have stretch marks because it’s so beautiful omg, jungkook cries of pleasure during sex, very vanilla

Notes: •This is my first English one shot and I’m so proud! English isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes

•I’m a simp for ftl au and jungkook wearing glasses so I had to do this story

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You were jungkook first everything. First girl to talk to him, first friend, first best friend and finally first girl he fell in love with too. In fact, your best friend learned the pros and cons of love while being around you.

The sensation of euphoria and the butterflies made him want to always be around you, he couldn’t help the smile he let out every time he was going out with you, seeing the sun compliments your melanin made him feel all types of ways. On the other hand, the heartache he had every time you mentioned another boy or when he couldn’t kiss your full lips every time he needed to was unbearable.

Jungkook couldn’t resist anymore, he needed to taste your lips, he needed to taste you.

He couldn’t just satisfy himself with his hand while thinking of you anymore. He couldn’t just imagine your tight pussy around his cock. He couldn’t just imagine the taste of it on his tongue. He had to bury his fingers deep inside you, seeing your juice creaming his fingers, while your fucked face was begging him to let you cum for the third time.

Like every night, Jungkook was washing in shame his stomach and hand coated in his own cum after jerking off to the thought of you, he was completely going insane, craving your touch. While he was throwing the last tissue in his bin, your notification apparead on his phone, making his face redden in a lot more of shame, as if you were able to see what he just did. He finally opened your message, hoping that you weren’t behind his window the whole time, disgusted.

[19:32] y/n 🤍: Come over Wednesday, let’s study for the tes together hehe

[19:46] jungkook: who told you I needed you to study?🙄

It was a lie, of course he needed you, he needed to have you around him every time he could

[19:48] y/n 🤍: well, i need you to study so just stfu and come over Wednesday.

[19:49] jungkook: ok I will, now stop harassing me I’m gonna eat

[19:50] y/n 🤍: fuck you

He chuckled a little bit at your last text before calling Taehyung in a hurry, he decided he will make a move on you wednesday but how? He needed his fuck boy friend to help him with that.

——————

Hearing the knocks on his door jungkook practically ran to the door where his straight faced friend taehyung was waiting for him. The blonde man came into Jungkook's apartment and immediately decided to go to the kitchen to serve himself something to drink.

“I hope you have a good reason to call me on Saturday night. I have other things to do than chilling with you” he seemed annoyed, he probably already planned to spend his night between some girl thighs.

“Y/n invited me over Wednesday.”

“Yeah like always, that’s what best friends do if you didn’t already know, you’re like, always at her house so why are you acting like it’s a big deal?” He cocked his brow with curiosity.

Jungkook was now struggling to find his words without turning completely red. He repositioned his glasses timidly before speaking.

“I kinda wanna…kiss her, maybe more you know?” He was a red stuttering mess.

Taehyung couldn’t contains his laugh anymore,

“You want to fuck your best friend?” Jungkook gasped before nodding his head with shame.

“Who could imagine that the cute nerdy Jungkook will be ready one day?” The blonde boy mocked his friend before plopping himself on the couch and saying to his friend everything he needed to know about the subject.

After around 2 hours, the brunette learned everything he could, he had to stop himself from taking notes or he would never hear the end of it from his friend. Taehyung was now putting back his shoes and opening the door.

“Oh and,” he threw a condom at his friend, “please don’t forget that.” He was now gone and only his laugh could be heard in the corridor while a red flustered jungkook ran to his room to put the condom in his wallet.

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The sound of the ring at your door made you jump in impatience a little bit. You waited to see your sweet best friend for a long time but you or the boy always unfortunately had something to do. Opening your door, Jungkook couldn’t help but stare at your bare legs, only the very top of your thighs were covered by the, wait, HIS shirt. His eyes scanned your skin and paused at the stretch marks, he couldn’t help but gasp a little bit at the sight.

Thinking that this reaction was because of the fact that you stole his shirt you just laughed a little bit before letting him step in your apartment. But when you turned around, Jungkook saw the shirt struggling to cover your ass, the boy found himself feeling tight in his pants.

You, on the other hand, sat on the floor, all your lessons already waiting for you and Jungkook to start. He sat just in front of you and immediately lowered his gaze at the view of your perky nipples who could be seen through your shirt.

Seeing the red face of your best friend and the way he was moving around, fidgeting, you finally put your hand on his thigh, raising his chin with your fingers so he’ll look at you.

“Are you okay Jungkook? You seem, I don't know, stressed? Is it because of the finals” you asked sweetly, almost as if you didn’t want him to shy away from your gaze, and that’s exactly what you wanted in fact.

“I- y/n I have to tell you something.” His voice was just a little higher than a whisper and his eyes were looking at everything but your face.

“We’re best friends honey, you can tell me everything.” Your voice was so soft and your eyes so comforting for him.

Screw Taehyung's plan to show you a new side of him and wait until you are the one begging for him. Jungkook couldn’t wait, he needed to spill his feelings for you. After all you were his best friend, you two could manage to make this less awkward if you weren��t feeling the same way.

Behind his glasses you could see tears began to form in his eyes while he finally raised his face to look at you.

“I’m so sorry but I can’t help it, I’m always thinking about you. I’m so ashamed of myself to even think about you like this but everytime I see you I just wanna bury my face in your neck and hear you talk to me about your day. I want to be able to kiss your lips that I love so much every time I want. I want to touch you, love you and also make love to you so much, I’m completely in love with you, you make me feel so unique and important.” As he was struggling to find the rest of his words you gently took his face between your hands and put your soft lips on his. Jungkook couldn’t help but freeze at the contact of the lips he fantasized so much about. He finally began to move his lips in sync with yours, putting his hands shyly on your waist.

The kiss deepened, being totally filled with love and passion. Only the wet sounds of your tongue caressing each other could be heard. You wanted more of jungkook, you craved more so your hands took his ones and made them rise until they were cupping softly your breast. The two of you moaned sweetly as the contact and you finally decided to break the kiss. Jungkook opened his eyes slowly, they were already full of desire and lust but you could see nervousness in them too. Your cute best friend finally opened his mouth timidly.

“I’ve never done anything like that before.” His eyes paused on his hands on your tits and he thought he could cum in his pants at this exact moment.

“I know baby, and I would love to do it with you if you feel ready.” God, you’ll be the death of him, he was sure. He crashed his lips on yours. Jungkook was so horny for you. He couldn’t resist anymore and began to play with your tits, massaging them and drowning in the sounds you made every time the friction of his hand around your nipples was too much. Slipping his hands under your shirt he finally touched your bare skin with his hands, he could feel all the goosebumps coating your skin every time his soft and hot digit touched it. The boy made sure to take completely off your shirt (taking special care of not ruining your hair in the process) before leaving sweet open mouthed kisses on your beautiful skin. His teeth were grazing your neck with each kiss and you couldn’t help but moan gently and put your hand on the tent in your best friend pants. At this moment jungkook felt like he was finally in heaven, he was slowly trailing his kisses from your neck to your collar and rutting his hips to earn more friction from your hand that was gently palming his member.

He raised his gaze a little bit when he finally reached your breast, finally asking for consent. When you nodded your head at him, he wrapped his lips around your right nipple, licking, sucking and biting it gently while his hand was massaging and pinching your second breast. The moans you let out of your pretty lips and the hand you gently put on his head to caress his hair was driving jungkook insane. But, at the same time, Jungkook didn’t know what to do next. Should he let you take control of him? Should he ask you what to do? Seeing his hesitation and the tension in him you finally decided to take his face in your palms and make him look at you.

“We don’t have to do anything Jungkook you know?” Your sweet tone made him realize that, of course, he wanted that more than anything else.

“I don’t know what to do next…”

You gently smiled at him, taking off his glasses to put them on the table of your living room before sitting on his laps. The sensation of his clothed dick on your pussy made you shiver, giving you a new confidence. You gently took off his shirt and watched his body with admiration.

“You’re beautiful Jungkook” he scanned your eyes to see a sign that you were saying that out of pity but all he could see was the pure love and admiration you had for him. He couldn’t help but blush while your lips covered his skin with red marks.

“I’m yours y/n” he breathed, he was already completely fucked up. You smiled against his skin and got up to lead him to your bed. You gently laid him down and took off his sweatpant. You felt your heart skipping a beat at the view of his body below you, completely at your mercy, eyes begging you to ruin him. You slowly toyed the elastic band of his underwear.

“Can I ?”

He nodded his head frantically and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the view of your cute best friend. After what felt like an eternity for him, his cock was finally freed from his underwear and he didn’t even dare to look at your reaction. But the sensation of your hand on his red, leaking tip and the strangled moan you let out made him look at your lust tainted face.

“I wanna suck you so fucking bad” you were almost drooling at the sight of his dick, it made him jerk a little bit in your hand.

“Do it, please y/n” even himself didn’t recognize the low voice he had now.

You slowly lowered your head, and finally, you wrapped your glossy full lips on his hard tip. The saltiness of his precum was making you crazy. The feeling of your tongue dancing around his tip made him moan uncontrollably, grabbing the sheets as if his life depended on it. Jungkook was whining behind you when you took his full length in your soft mouth, you took care of looking him right in the eyes and he felt like he could cum just by looking at you. He couldn’t take it anymore so he just pushed you gently and sat on the bed.

You looked at him confused, his blushing face was lowered when he began to talk.

“I wanna taste your pretty pussy, can I?”

“Please” you responded, voice sounding like honey to his ears.

He quickly took off your panties, scanning your legs and stopping his gaze on your stretch marks. You were so perfect. He let his fingers trace each pattern on your skin, washing all the insecurities off your body. He was now in front of your pussy, struggling to even breathe from how much he desired you. He gently ran a finger on your wetness, blushing at the idea that he was the one making you this horny. Jungkook finally decided to insert a finger in you, seeing you shut your eyes in pleasure. He let his lips trail kisses on the skin of your thigh and your pussy lips. He hesitantly licked your clit, earning a sweet moan from you. Your hand found its way into jungkook wavy hair, pulling them slightly every time the feeling of his tongue against your clit was too much to handle. Moreover, Jungkook was rubbing himself against your bed, searching for some friction while his tongue and finger was making you dizzy. Only the soft sound of your muffled voice made him regain his consciousness.

“I can’t take it anymore Jungkook..I need your dick, please fill me.” Jungkook felt like he was going to explode at any minute now, your pleadings and sultry voice was already bringing him to the edge.

“Can you…can you be on top please? I don’t wanna mess things up..” he said to you shyly and you obeyed, wanting your baby to enjoy himself for his first time. You laid him on your bed, caressing his honey skin, counting and admiring each mole that decorated his body. You kissed each of them with love before directing your gaze to your best friend shutted eyes.

“Do you have a condom?” He nodded frantically his head, pointing his finger in the direction of his wallet. Once you unwrapped it you looked at Jungkook who’s eyes were glued to your chest.

“Can you put it on me ?” You let a little yes slip out your mouth and rolled the condom on his length. You finally sat on his lap and watched his body with all the love you had for him.

“Ready?” You asked softly and he was almost begging you to just sit on his dick and use him. And that’s what you did, you sat on his cock painfully slowly, the new sensation of the warmth of your folds and the wetness of you around his dick made him roll his eyes with pleasure. His hands found their ways to your ass, groping you, squeezing your flesh. When you finally began to bounce on his dick, jungkook couldn't retain his moans anymore, he chased your lips and you kissed him passionately, biting lightly on his lip. The sensation made his dick twitch in you. Your movements were too much for him, he was a moaning and panting mess, squeezing your ass and helping you fuck him while on the other hand he was thrusting deep inside you. Your sweet scent and your hands wandering all over his body was making him so happy. He felt his end approach when one of your hands wandered down your clit, massaging it to make you cum.

“Y/n I can’t..I need to cum, please let me cum” he begged, tears menacing to fall down his face because of all the pleasure and love he felt.

“Just a little more baby, you can do that for me right? You can hold your cum a little bit longer to let me cum with you?” Your eyes were semi-closed, moaning while you touched yourself roughly. Your movement became sloppy and fast. Jungkook's name fell repeatedly out of your mouth while tears were running down his face because of the overwhelming feeling of pleasure he was feeling.

“You can let go baby, oh my god, please finish for me Jungkook” as soon as the words have left your mouth you can feel his dick twitching, letting his cum fill the condom. The moans leaving his lips were so fucking sexy and at the same time so innocent. Your pussy clenched around him during your climax and, without thinking much about it, you wrapped your hand around his throat, praising him for his behavior.

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Once the two of you regained your breath you gently plopped yourself next to him on the bed. The window of your room was letting the fresh air and the light of the sun kiss your skin, making Jungkook look at you with awe before you reminded him to take off the condom and throw it. Once everything was done he laid on your chest, listening to your heartbeat while you were massaging his scalp.

“I’m in love with you” he blurted suddenly, not even daring to look at your face. His tension finally went when he sensed the touch of your pretty lips on his scalp and your soft whisper.

“I’m in love with you too Jungkook.” Jungkook couldn’t express the warm feeling in his heart when he drifted to sleep in your arms, the sound of your calm breathing in his ear.

You really were Jungkook first everything, his first time and first girlfriend too now.

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not like this

summary - you go to a party ready to hang out with your friends, but your best friend has other ideas that involve you, a closet, seven minutes, and a close friend you swore you’d never tell

pairing - jin x reader ft. other members of bts and other o.c.s!

genre - fluff, angst | ftl!au, nonidol!au

word count - 5.0k words

warnings - mentions of drinking, otherwise nothing else!

a/n: this is totally inspired by that one episode of New Girl where Nick and Jess are stuck behind the door and Nick tells Jess that he doesn’t want kiss her, “not like this” hence the title lol. Not quite the same plotline, but was definitely my inspiration for it!

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You had always loved Saturday nights, the one day a week where you could literally do nothing all day and not feel guilty about it. The one night a week where you got to see most of your friends, hang out, and of course, get tipsy and play a bunch of stupid games; tonight was no different.

You had arrived at your friend Alexa’s house, a little late, and by the looks of it, you were the last to arrive. Your friend group wasn’t enormously big, just around six or so depending on the night, any more and things usually got out of hand. There was you, Alexa, your mutual friend Lia, and then the boys: Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon. You all had become friends while in university, and you’re happy to say you were able to remain friends afterward. Sometimes the boys would bring their other friends, ones they had met through work, and tonight you were happy to see Jimin, Tae, Jungkook, and Hoseok here as well. You didn’t know them as well, but every time you hung with them, they had been nothing but kind. If you’re honest, the people you knew best here were Jin and Alexa, the three of you had lived in the same dorm freshman year, and since then, you had been inseparable.

“y/n!” Alexa called excitedly, crossing the room to greet you. “I was afraid you weren’t gonna make it!”

“Sorry,” you exclaimed, “Literally got halfway here and realized I had forgotten the chips!” she laughed, taking them from you, and setting them on the counter next to the taco dip; a classic staple in your university days. “I see everyone else is already here.” you mused, scanning the room.

“Yeah, don’t worry though, Jimin and Tae literally got here five minutes before you,” she laughed, and set a hand on your shoulder, slightly turning you towards the back of the room. “But he’s been here all night, asking me every couple minutes if I’ve heard from you,” she whispered, you were sure she was wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You looked across the room, and saw Jin, laughing with Hoseok and Jungkook. He hadn’t seen you yet, and selfishly you loved that you were able to stare at him carefree, taking in all the things you loved about him. You hadn’t seen him in a while, school kept you both busy, and with both of you working part time jobs, a couple weeks had gone by since your last hang out. God how you had missed him. 

“You’re staring..” Alexa chuckled, as your best friend, and friend who had also known Jin the longest, she knew all about your crush on him. She was actually the one who called you out on it first, and from then on, she loved to tease you about it, but in all honesty, if she didn’t know, and wasn’t there for you to give advice or listen to you rant, you’re sure you would have gone insane by now.

“Ahhh, yeah,” you laughed nervously, tearing your view from him, and facing her. “God, it’s getting worse isn’t it?”

“Noooo,” she said, obviously lying, but you appreciated the false confidence. “Okay, maybe, but you’re in love, how else are you supposed to cope with that?”

“Oooh, I’d say drinking my sorrows away so I don’t have to think about how he’ll never like me back.” you laughed, grabbing a drink from the cooler. Alexa looked at you, concerned. “Lex I’m fine, seriously. I’ve come to terms with it, and at this point, he’s just a placeholder till I find someone new.”

“I’ve always said this, and I stand by it: Jin is so fucking stupid. Thick as a brick.”

“Yah!” he suddenly called from across the room. “Alexa are you talking shit?” you laughed, trying to figure out how much he heard.

“Absolutely not,” she said, looking towards you. “But y/n totally was!”

“Lex!” you yelled, embarrassed. You looked up, making eye contact with Jin, and his face lit up. 

“y/n! Why didn’t you tell me you were here?” he said, coming over to you. Alexa winked and left to go talk to Lia. He came up to you, immediately crushing you in a hug. Your face was right up against his chest, you could smell his cologne, and god was it intoxicating. 

“Sorry, I literally just got here!” you said, pulling your head back to look at him, he smiled down at you, his arms around your waist. You could stay like this forever.

“Hmmm, I suppose I can forgive you then.” he joked, slowly letting go of you, his fingers lingering a little too long. You tried your best to remain calm, and not think about the way it felt to be held by him. He cleared his throat, taking a slight step back, you looked at him expectantly. “Whatcha drinking?” he asked, and you held up your drink you had grabbed earlier. “Oh,” he laughed, ears turning red in embarrassment, and you grinned, god you loved this man.

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The night had progressed rather smoothly, you were impressed. Usually, nights like this took a turn for the worst during a game of Pictionary, but so far, things had been fine! Everyone seemed to be having a great time, and you couldn’t have been happier. Currently, you all sat in a circle playing a childish game of never have I ever. You knew these were childish, but secretly you loved them, all the games you never got to play in high school cause you didn’t go to parties. Except instead of fingers down, everyone also took a shot. Currently, Jimin and Lia were tied for first place with each having nine out of ten fingers down. You only had four down, but it didn’t really matter.

“Never have I ever recreated the scene from titanic in front of the whole school only to realize Rose was played by my professor,” Tae snickered, looking directly at Jimin.

“Not fair,” he laughed, putting a finger down, and taking a shot. “That’s targeting!” everyone laughed, and Jimin grinned, taking a seat back down.

“Okay okay okay,” Alexa said suddenly, gathering everyone’s attention. “Let’s switch up the game, we’ve been playing this for an hour, and if Jimin has to take one more shot, I don’t want to be the one responsible for taking him to the hospital tonight.”

“I’m fine!” he laughed, and it was mildly true, everyone here seemed to have a pretty high tolerance, and being out of university, it seems the activities had mildly mellowed out. No excessive drinking tonight. 

“Okay, what game are you thinking of Lex?” Lia asked, and Alexa paused before getting a thoughtful look on her face. 

You watched as she looked towards you, a knowing glint in her eyes. “Since we’re on a roll with high school parties games, why not a fun couple rounds of seven minutes in heaven?” The group was split, some laughed in encouragement, while others, like yourself, seemed confused, you all were friends wouldn’t that be weird? “Okay wait, let me finish. We’ll switch up the rules so it’s not weird. The two people can go in there and decide what to do, kiss or take two shots each.”

You laughed, it seemed stupid still, but why the hell not? You were probably a little tipsy at this point, so why not indulge in this juvenile game. “How do we decide who goes in?” you asked.

“We’ll start with a random person to go in the closet, and then the group decides who goes in after them. But the catch is, the person alone in the closet has to face the wall so they cant see who comes in with them. So since they can’t see each other, in order to drink or kiss, they have to correctly guess who it is. Make sense?” Everyone nodded, and you eagerly awaited to see who was first.

“Who wants to go first?” Jimin asked, and the group went silent. “What about y/n?” you looked up, confused.

“Why me?” you questioned.

“Why not?” he questioned back, and you laughed. 

“Okay fine,” you agreed, looking down at everyone as you stood up. “Alright, whichever one of you comes in, be ready to take shots!” everyone laughed, and you grinned, making eye contact with Alexa, that same stupid glint in her eye.

“Don’t sound so sure,” she laughed, and you blushed, quickly turning towards the closet. You opened the door, and entered, shutting it behind you. You wondered who they would send it, though with Alexa's knowing look you had a feeling it wasn't going to be good. It was a mystery how much time had passed by the time you heard the door open behind you.

“Hello mystery stranger,” you called, waiting for the door to shut again before turning around. 

“You have seven minutes, y/n!” Alexa called, followed by a chorus of cheers. “Guess correctly and you can thank me later!”

You furrowed your eyebrows at that, that must have been a clue, right? “Hmm, how should I go about this, because I’m assuming you’re not allowed to speak, right? That’d make it too easy,” you pondered, and with no response from the person in front of you, you presumed you were right.

“Okay, I have an idea.” you declared, holding your hands out in front of you. “My hands are in front of you right now, grab one of them.” You waited patiently for them to do so, and soon enough you felt something hit the side of your hand. “That’s my hand, grab it.”

They grabbed your hand, and you immediately registered that they had large hands, long fingers, there was no way this was Lia or Lexa, they both had comically small hands. On second thought, so did Jimin, so that left the rest of the boys. “Here’s what I’m thinking, I’ll ask you a series of questions, and if the answer is yes then squeeze my hand once, if it’s no, then squeeze my hand twice. Make sense?”

One squeeze. “Okay, cool cool. Let’s see,” you pondered, trying to think of a question that would get the most people out at once. “Oh! Okay, do you have roommates?”

Two squeezes, “Okay, well that rules out Jungkook and Tae since they live together.  Do you have a pet?”

Two squeezes again, “Well alright, then you’re not Namjoon or Yoongi either. So you’re either Hoseok or Jin.” you stalled for a second, wondering what the odds were that this was Jin in front of you. Alexa wouldn’t do that to you would she? Who are you kidding, she’s tipsy, of course, she would. Your heartbeat increased mildly at the possibility that this was Jin and the possibility that you two would kiss, but you knew deep down that if it was him, you’d rather just take shots because kissing him in this closet was not at all how you wanted to do it.

“Final question,” you said aloud, figuring out what you would ask. “Do you feel strongly about the financial crisis in Ecuador?” A laugh from the person in front of you confirmed your suspicions, it was Jin. Whenever the two of you were together and ran out of things to talk about, he would always ask you the most random of questions, that one is one of his favorites. 

“I feel very strongly about it, almost as strongly as I feel about the American peanut butter famine of 1834,” he joked, and you laughed, it was such a dumb joke, but it got you every single time. It absolutely had nothing to do with him, and you thinking he was the funniest person alive, not at all.

The two of you quieted down, and you heard Jimin call for four minutes left. Suddenly, you remembered why you were here, and what you had to decide. “So,” you said, trying to decide how you were gonna get out of this. “How’s it going?”

“Oh you know, just grand,” he said, and you heard him shifting his weight from one foot to another. It was then that you also realized he was still holding your hand, cute. “You have a decision to make, don’t you?” he asked, and you blushed, thank god for the darkness of this closet.

“I think it’s a group consensus, no?” you asked.

Jin chuckled, and you felt his thumb run over your knuckles, your mind raced at the feeling. “I mean sure, but I’m cool with either.” You were pretty sure that you died of cardiac failure after he said that, there was no way he had just said that.  “Plus the idea of taking two shots right now makes me wanna die,”

“Hmm, you did kinda suck at taking shots,” you joked, trying to ease your nerves, and he playfully swatted your shoulder. Your hand hung loosely at your side, and you took the moment to wipe the sweat off on your jeans. “So you’re cool with either? You’re sure?” you asked, your voice slightly panicky.

You sensed his arm moved as it wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You held your breath, what the fuck was going on. “I’m sure, are you?”

You felt your head get fuzzy and you weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the way you could feel each of his fingers as they rested on the small of your back, but you definitely weren’t sober anymore. “I don’t want to kiss you in the closet,” you said quickly, your hand instinctively balling into a fist. “Not like this.”

“What do you mean?” he asked quietly, a touch of hurt in his voice, your heart ached at the sound. “Would you rather take the shots?”

“No, no, no,” you said frantically, releasing his hand and taking a step back. Even though you knew this was low risk, you’d have to absolutely be blind to not understand the elephant in this closet with you two, you still felt terrified of rejection. “I-I can’t see you, I want to be able to see you.”

At that moment, the door flung open, the light from the outside streaming in, and all you saw was Jin’s face as he looked at you as if he had never seen you before. You wanted to cry, but instead, you pushed past him, and grabbed a bottle of peppermint schnapps off the counter, quickly downing two shots, before going out onto the porch. You absolutely needed some air. 

The commotion from inside followed you faintly as you shut the door, everyone was confused, but drunk enough to move on rather quickly, sending Jungkook into the closet, before sending someone else in after him. You paid them no mind, too busy feeling sorry for yourself that even when the moment was perfect, you still found a way to ruin it for yourself. He had literally told you he wanted to kiss you, and you had ruined it with your stupid insecurities, go figure.

The sliding door opened and you looked up as he stepped out onto the porch, blanket in one hand, and two water bottles in the other. “Mind if I join you?” you said nothing, but nodded in response, and he offered you water, and you took it before he sat next to you. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he wrapped the blanket around him, and it was in that moment that you remembered it was November. Unconsciously, you pulled your knees up, wrapping your arms around them, wishing you had grabbed your jacket. “Here,” he said suddenly, opening up one side of his blanket cocoon. “We can share.”

You peered at him hesitantly, before opting in because even your pride was willing to leave for warmth. He wrapped the blanket around you both, and you moved closer to him in an attempt to get the blanket around the both of you completely. Aside from your shoes peeking out, the both of you were completely submerged, he must have found the biggest blanket in the apartment. You peered up at him and watched as he stared at the street before you, not thinking twice of it, you rested your head on his shoulder. “Jin, I’m sorry for freaking out earlier.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, looking down at you. “You were uncomfortable, I should have been more aware.”

“I wasn’t that uncomfortable,” you muttered, and he chuckled.

“y/n you were actually shaking at one point,” you laughed at that, he was right.

“Okay, fine, but I was only uncomfortable with the circumstances, not the idea behind them,” you paled when you realized what you said, but when Jin wrapped his arm around you, pulling you even closer to him, you relaxed a little. 

“Oh so what you’re saying is that I didn’t need to take two shots?”

“Hmmm, maybe not,” you mused, and he laughed. “And neither did I.”

“So why did you?” he asked, the smile dropping from your face as you thought about how you were gonna explain this.

“Jin, I-” you said, your heart rate picking up with each passing moment; it was now or never. “I really like you, I have feelings for you so strong I feel like going crazy sometimes. I’m sure you already knew because Alexa has a big mouth, and I’m the least subtle person on the planet, but that’s why I took the shots.”

“You took the shots instead of kissing me because you like me?”

“Ah no,” you grumbled, getting stressed that he wasn’t getting it. “I took the shots because I didn’t want my first kiss to be in the dark, especially with you.”

“Ahhh, I see what you mean,” he said, a faint smile on his face. He looked down at you, and you felt all the air leave your body as you registered the look in his eyes. It was the exact same as yours had been earlier when you saw him. He had never looked at you like that, at least to your memory. He had, you had just never noticed. 

“I just, I just want to be able to see you,” you said quietly, unable to move, stuck in the way he looked at you. “I’ve never kissed anyone before, and I don’t want to mess up.”

Jin grinned, “You can’t mess up, y/n.” he assured you, and you blushed. 

“I don’t know, I’m pretty clumsy sometimes,” you pondered, you honestly had no idea how to do it, so chances were that you would mess it up. Jin was older than you, a year or so, and you’ve seen him with a number of girls, so you were pretty positive you were the inexperienced one in this pair. 

“It’s pretty simple,” he mused, reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I could teach you.” Your heart skipped a beat at his sultry tone, he was absolutely gonna be the death of you. “I’m sure you’d be a quick learner.”

“I’m sure you’d be a good teacher,” you said, and his ears turned a nice shade of pink. You mentally grinned at your ability to fluster him, even in this frenzied state. 

“So what do you say?” he asked, running his hand down your arm to grab your hand again. Goosebumps appeared in succession, as you realized where this was going. “Is it bright enough out here for you?”

“It’s perfect,” you whispered, grinning as he smiled at you. “You’re perfect, you know that right?”

“Says you,” he cooed, “You know how long I’ve waited for a moment like this? I like you so much, y/n, it actually drives me crazy how amazing and perfect you are.” You blushed deeply at that, unsure of how in the world you had ended up here, but hearing him say the things you had always wanted him to say made your heart race so fast you were sure you were dreaming. 

“So what’s the first step?” you asked, trying to keep your voice calm as you wrapped your arm around his neck. He moved, so you were facing each other now, the blanket falling slightly. You unconsciously tangled his hair in your fingers. He closed his eyes, obviously enjoying whatever you were doing.

“Well you’re doing great so far,” he sighed, his tone breathless. “I was right, quick learner for sure.” you smirked, your fears long forgotten as you felt him lean into your touch. You had no idea that would have such an affect on him, you’d definitely remember that for later.

“What next?” you asked, and he opened his eyes. They were darker than before, and you were sure you were hallucinating. He wrapped both his arms around you, pulling you even closer. His face was inches from yours, if leaned forward you would bump noses. 

“Well I’ll pull you close, close enough to kiss you of course,” he whispered, and you chuckled. “Then I’ll probably compliment you some more, telling you how much I like being around you, how beautiful you are, how long I’ve wanted to do this.” he paused, smiling at you. “Then I’ll lean in closer, and ask if you’re sure you want this.”

“And I’ll say that I do,” you said, “That I’ve wanted this for a long time, I was just too scared to say anything, how dumb was that, huh?”

You both chuckled at that, agreeing that you both had been so scared for no reason. “That’s good to hear,” he grinned, playing with the hem of your shirt. “Cause that’d be really awkward if you didn’t feel the same.”

“Oh I feel the same,” you said quickly. “Don’t even worry about that.”

He smiled at you for the millionth time that night, and even though you should have been used to it by now, you still felt like you were floating. “Well now I’m gonna lean forward, probably a little too slowly just to tease you, and maybe I’ll pause just in front of you,” he whispered, pausing with almost no room between your lips.

“And then?” you asked quietly, afraid to break the moment. “What should I do?”

“Whatever you feel like.”

You leaned forward, closing the gap between the two of you. His lips were as soft as you had imagined they would have been. You weren’t sure what to do once you two had touched, but you felt him move away before kissing you again, this time with more pressure. You hesitantly did the same, and you felt his grip on your tighten, so you must have been doing something right. He pulled away again, and you opened your eyes to see him grinning at you. He leaned forward so his mouth was by your ear.

“You're doing great,” he said, chills running down your spine. “You’re a natural.”

He kissed your cheek, before reconnecting your lips, you moved slowly, testing the waters on what you thought might work, gauging the success rate by how Jin reacted. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you pulled away again, but you could see that his lips were red, and you imagined yours looked the same. 

“You’re amazing,” you said, heart seizing at the way he looked at you, and it was in that moment that you knew things were going to be okay. “Definitely the best teacher I’ve ever had. I might need a few more lessons though.”

He smirked, “Oh don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time for more lessons. It’ll cost you though,”

“What’s the price?” you mused, fingers dancing around his face, tracing the outline of his jaw, his ear, his collarbone. 

“A date, with me, this weekend, at a restaurant of your choosing.”

You hummed, pretending to contemplate the idea, “I guess I can do that, but I charge too, ya know.”

“Oh yeah?” he taunted, curious what you were gonna say. “For what?”

You wanted to do something equally as romantic and sensual as him, but in that moment you were overcome with an urge to just hold onto him, to hug him. So you tightly wrapped yourself around him, stuffing your head into the crook of his neck. He returned your embrace immediately, slightly caught off guard by your change in tone, but welcomed it nevertheless. He ran his hands up and down you back as you took a deep breath. You turned your head towards him, tentatively placing a kiss on his neck. You felt him shiver slightly, the goosebumps rising on his skin. “For that,” you whispered, kissing his neck once more, before returning to your original embrace. 

He wasn’t sure what had just happened, but somehow you had managed to be adorable and extremely hot within the span of seconds, and it was in that moment he realized you would be the death of him. He held you for a while, enjoying your embrace, enjoying the way you fiddle with the hair on the nape of his neck every so often, enjoying the way he was finally holding you the way he had always wanted to.

You couldn’t have asked for anything better than this, you were so happy, you couldn’t believe your luck. Time passed, and with each minute, intoxicated by his scent, you felt yourself growing tired, wordlessly, you dozed off, the alcohol tiredness finally taking effect, and it wasn’t until Alexa knocked on the door, did Jin realize what had happened, and how much time had passed.

She quietly opened the door, “Glad to see my efforts didn’t go to waste,” Jin grinned at her, pulling the blanket over your sleeping form.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Sorry I was so blind before, I owe you for what you did. If you hadn’t messaged me last week, I don’t think this ever would have happened.”

“No kidding, you both are scaredy cats, and we both know y/n never would have said anything, she liked you too much to risk it,” she said, and they chuckled. “Are you okay out here? It’s cold out here, things have calmed down inside, we’re watching a movie if you want to come back inside.”

“I’ll be in in a second,” he said. “Thank you again, Alexa, I owe you one.”

“Just put in a good word for me next time you and Jimin hang out, yeah?” she said shyly and Jin gasped. 

“Really?” he asked, an excited look on his face.

“I don’t know, maybe, he’s cool, he’s handsome, those aren’t bad things.” she explained, a blush on her face, Jin wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she sighed. “Okay I’m going, don’t make me regret asking for that. See you in a bit.”

She shut the sliding door, and Jin looked down at you again, still in awe of what had happened. You shifted in your sleep, in an attempt to get more comfortable, you snuggled closer, if that was even possible. “So Jimin and Alexa, huh?” you whispered, causing Jin to jump at the sound of your voice.

“You’re awake?” he asked.

“Kinda,” you mused, “I heard the door open. I’m glad she said something, cause you’re both right, I never would have said anything, liked you too much.”

He smiled, a deep blush on his face. He wondered how long it would take for your words to have a lesser effect, he secretly hoped it would never come. “Do you want to go watch the movie? Or do you want to sleep?”

You contemplated your choices, “Let’s go say goodbye, and you can come over?” you lifted your head to gauge his expression. “Unless you don’t want to, that’s fine too.”

“No, no, no,” he assured you. “I’d love to come over.”

You smiled, and kissed him again before standing up. Jin followed you inside, grabbing your hand the first chance he got. Your friends all watched as you came in, and Namjoon was the first to congratulate you both.

“It’s about time you did something, Jin!” Yoongi nagged, and Jin let out a shout of protest. You laughed, making eye contact with Alexa. Thank you you mouthed to her, and she smiled, so genuine and full of love. You’re welcome she mouthed back, a knowing look on her face. Next to her, Jimin sat, and you wiggled your eyebrows at her as Jin grabbed your jackets. She blushed, and you grew excited at the new prospect of their relationship. Jimin grabbed her attention as he asked her a question, and you watched as he rested a hand on her thigh, you had never seen her so bubbly and excited, you made a mental note to ask her about it later. Jin returned to your side, handing you your coat. You bid farewell to everyone, and made your way to your car. The drive home was filled with compliments, loud singing to the radio, and plenty of kisses from Jin as you drove. 

By the time you got to your apartment, you felt tired again, and you could tell Jin was finally falling victim to sleep as well. You grabbed some of his old sweats that you had stolen from your dresser, and handed them to him. You shamelessly watched as he undressed, slipping on the sweatpants, but opting out of the sweatshirt. This wasn’t the first time you had seen him shirtless, but it was certainly the first time you hadn’t looked away when he looked at you. Wordlessly, you smiled at him and stripped yourself of your shirt and bottoms. He felt his stare and you turned to take off your bra and put on an old t-shirt. You pulled on some shorts, and turned back to face him, he was laying on your bed, arms behind his head, his muscles on full display. You blushed at the sight, climbing into bed next to him, immediately leaning into his touch as he pulled you onto his chest. You felt it rise and fall with each breath he took, it was incredibly calming. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said, tilting your jaw up to kiss you. Your legs went weak at the feeling, and you laid your hand on his chest. “So so beautiful, I’m so lucky.”

“Says you, world wide handsome,” you joked, and he laughed. Things were gonna be just fine, you could feel it.

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(I just really love these fan arts so since this is a pinned post... I attached these art pieces from artist @tinaducain​) 

See You At... (Lin x Reader Series Masterlist)

This goes along the seasons of TLOK and contains scenes and dialog from the animated series.

TLOK 1: Hesitate

You move into Republic City wanting to serve your life purpose of saving and protecting. You decide nothing would be better than joining the RCPD. How will your relationship with the Chief of Police progress as the city gets taken over by an evil force lead by a man known as Amon.

TLOK2 2: Under Pressure

Six months after the Equalists Revolution, tensions start to rise in the South Pole with the water tribes. Friendships and relationships are put to the test when trust is questioned. How will you and Lin find some ground as you try to set some foundation to your new sort of relationship. Can you handle Lin or will you hesitate and lose patience.

TLOK 3: In These Arms

Lin Beifong has finally come to terms about her feelings about you and made the next step. The both of you are trying to develop this newfound relationship when the sudden re-emergence of airbenders is causing disruptions in all the nations. Things start to take a turn for the worse when one of the people who was gifted air bending turned out to be the notorious criminal Zaheer - the man responsible for the attempted kidnapping of Korra when she was a little girl. It turns out he is part of a group of dangerous anarchists who wants to overthrow the world's governments and the Avatar.

How will Chief Beifong, you and the rest of Team Avatar be able to handle this new villain? Will it come between you and Lin?

Lin x Reader One Shots:

Hold Me, Even For A Moment Not Bad

Happy New Year, My Love

Lin x Reader Prompts

The Reunion (Angst/Fluff) || Part 1 Part 2

The Market (FTL)|| Part 1 Part 2

One Shots

You are you and I am me || Bumi I meets Bumi II

Beifongs Keep Their Promises || Lin Beifong & Iroh II

[bbugyu]

headcanon masterlist

member tags (these don’t work on mobile, soz)

seungcheol ▴ jeonghan ▴ joshua  junhwi ▴ soonyoung ▴ wonwoo ▴ jihoon minghao ▴ mingyu ▴ seokmin seungkwan ▴ vernon ▴ chan

index - 

f / m: binary gender, either female or male terminology used

gn: gender neutral terminology used, applies to all readers

afab / amab: assigned female/male at birth, gender neutral terminology with either female or male anatomy 

enby: non-binary gender identity

serial aus -

a cursed princess and her human companion (csc)    ⤷ part one | part two | part three | part four       smut. fluff. hurt/comfort. royal au. f reader.       knight!cheol x princess!reader

falling for you (yjh)     ⤷ part one | part two       smut. fluff. humor. university au. coffee shop au.       enemies to lovers. gn afab reader.

neverending artistry (lsm+yjh)     ⤷ prelude | part one | part two | part three | epilogue       smut. fluff. vague angst. polyamory au. f reader.       sugar daddy!han x musician!seok x escort!reader      ⤷ don’t mean a thing (spin off)       smut. jeonghan x f reader. bs (before seokmin)

(down) like six thirty (yjh)    ⤷ masterlist       fluff. smut. hurt/comfort. canon compliant.       gn gose pd!reader. afab. happy ending.

classic (hjs)    ⤷ plot twist | crash zoom | happy ending       fluff. smut. humor. food vlogger au. afab enby ace!       reader. best friend’s brother. lots of eating.    ⤷ the proposal (epilogue)       fluff. humor. fake engagement.

thank you for the meal (yjh)    ⤷ bewitched | coming soon       fluff. hurt/comfort. horror comedy. vampire/witch au.       gn!reader. band au? slow burn. cliff hanger.

personal faves are marked with a ⋗

csc - 

serial au - a cursed princess and her human companion    ⤷ part one | part two | part three | part four       smut. fluff. hurt/comfort. royal au. f reader.       knight!cheol x princess!reader

jww - 

nothing ⋗    ⤷ 3.7k. fluff. angst. ftl/roommates au. gn reader.       moving in with your best friend was the best       idea you ever had, even if he claimed it was his.

glow    ⤷ drabble. fluff. slight steam. uni au. gn reader.       whatever you need the duct tape for,       wonwoo is always down to help you.

kmg -

finding something to do    ⤷ 4k. mostly fluff. leaning smut. ftl/uni au.       i thought u were gay trope. f bi reader.       you had spent your better years bored with mingyu,       and he thought holding your hand felt like holding       his fleeting youth.

chs -

coming soon

yjh -

melody    ⤷ drabble. fluff. mentions of sex. uni au. gn reader.       it seemed like a sick joke that the ta for your       university level musical theory class was       actually as hot as dramas made them out to be.

good in bed     ⤷ 3.8k. fluffy smut. domestic af. far too much praise.       gn afab reader.       between your long hours at the law firm and       jeonghan's comeback coming up, time alone       was hard to come by.

death after noon   ⤷ 6.2k. fluff. genshin impact au. gn reader       of all the views you had seen, there was       little that could compare to him.

serial au - falling for you    ⤷ part one | part two       smut. fluff. humor. university au. coffee shop au.       enemies to lovers. gn afab reader.

serial au - neverending artistry (seokhan) ⋗    ⤷ prelude | part one | part two | part three | epilogue       smut. fluff. vague angst. polyamory au. f reader.       sugar daddy!han x musician!seok x escort!reader      ⤷ don’t mean a thing (spin off)       smut. jeonghan x f reader. bs (before seokmin)

serial au - down (like six thirty) ⋗    ⤷ masterlist      fluff. smut. hurt/comfort. canon compliant.      gn gose pd!reader. afab. happy ending.

serial au - thank you for the meal   ⤷ bewitched | coming soon      fluff. hurt/comfort. horror comedy. vampire/witch au.      gn!reader. band au? slow burn. cliff hanger.

hjs -

running in airports    ⤷ drabble. fluff. alcohol use. gn reader.       delayed flight after delayed flight felt like a total       nightmare, but at least your boyfriend can help       you forget it a little

can i kiss you yet?    ⤷ 2.4k. fluff. gn reader. first snow. foreigners in korea.       a mutual friend always made a great excuse       to see you, but he definitely wanted more.

serial au - classic ⋗   ⤷ plot twist | crash zoom | happy ending      fluff. smut. humor. food vlogger au. afab enby ace!      reader. best friend’s brother. lots of eating.   ⤷ the proposal (epilogue)      fluff. humor. fake engagement.

ljh -

my happiness    ⤷ 4.5k. fluff. hs/uni au. gn reader.       even in this maze-like world, jihoon made you       feel a little less lost

lsm -

in your dreams    ⤷ 7.4k. fluff. ftl/hs au. cursing. mentions of sex. f reader.       your lifetime best friend visits you in a less than       pg dream

serial au - neverending artistry (seokhan) ⋗    ⤷ prelude | part one | part two | part three | epilogue       smut. fluff. vague angst. polyamory au. f reader.       sugar daddy!han x musician!seok x escort!reader  

bsk -

coming soon

wjh -

coming soon

ksy -

coming soon

xmh -

no warning    ⤷ 2.8k. smut. fluff. artist/uni au. fuckbuddies.       ment of alcohol. f reader.       he saw you laying there, swimming in his pillows,       and suddenly he never wanted you to leave.

lc -

coming soon