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no. one party anthem

track six: thunder | prev track< | setlist

if hello just means goodbye, then baby, better walk away!

synopsis: your best friend has always been an asshole - whether it's in his band or in his bed. him ditching you? nothing new. but when one bedroom door closes, another one opens

pairings: rockstar!Suguru Geto x f!Reader x childhood fwb!Sukuna

content: mdni, angst + comfort! Sukuna being a manwhore my apologies, reader is not putting up with his ass though, arguing, jealousy, he is emotionally constipated but trying, reader standing tf up, emotional hurt/comfort, Geto saving the day

art by @actuallyvalerie and divider by @plutism !!

Sukuna had his tongue down some girl's throat.

It wasn't that noteworthy. It wouldn't be the first or even probably the last time he'd made out with someone in front of you. But it was the first time he kept glancing over at you while he palmed her ass.

"Ignore him," Choso glanced down at you, leaning against the wall next to where you were standing, clearly catching the glares you'd been exchanging since you showed up to their stupid gig.

"Planned on it," You shrugged, returning your attention back to your phone to reply to Suguru's texts, absorbed in the photo he sent you of Gojo passed out on a couch, drooling and decorated with pretty pink hair clips and makeup smudges you guessed were courtesy of the girls.

You returned the toddler in your life to his parents this afternoon tear-streaked and crying. Ice cream had been a bust, Yuji having a meltdown before he even finished half his cup, overtired and overwhelmed by his uncle's presence. Sukuna just made it worse by telling a two year old to shut up. Yuji ended up slamming his ridiculously hard head into your mouth trying to twist around and bury his face against you for comfort, practically busting it open - your bottom lip now bruised and cut. Which, of course, only pissed the uncle of the year off even more, calling his brother to bitch over the phone about the brat hurting you like it was him bleeding while buckling a screaming toddler in his car seat.

He wouldn't stop pestering you with questions about what you and Yuji had been up to before he'd gotten there either, talking through all the wailing when you finally managed to get the buckle to click into place despite the tiny hands desperately fighting you on it. Even when you slipped his guitar pick out of its box before he could see it in your bag, handing it over between your cars - after claiming you just found it on your bedroom floor and forgot - he hardly paid any attention to it, snatching it from your palm and asking again if you were coming to the show tonight. Glaring at you like you weren't allowed to say no.

Which, now that you were stuck at his dumb after-party, all seemed pretty fucking pointless if he just planned on spending it dry-humping a girl on his couch.

You kept waiting for them to pause or come up for air, just long enough for you to pull him aside and tell him to have fun with her because you were no longer interested in sharing him with all the other girls sleeping in his sheets.

Would it make you an asshole just to text that to him?

Probably.

But it was getting late, and your feet were aching and your mouth still hurt and more than anything, you were fucking exhausted. Of everything - but mostly him.

"When he detaches himself, could you tell him I went home?" You tore your eyes away from your phone to peer back up at Choso. He took a small sip of the same beer he'd been sipping since you first spotted him, the bottle still half-full.

"Yeah, sure," He slowly nodded, glancing back over at the couch. You didn't.

Just crept back towards the hall, sending Suguru a short message telling him you'd text him back once you got home.

You heard the pitter-patter of the rain before you stepped out, the moon glistening against the wet sidewalk when you pushed open the door to walk outside. A cold wind nipping at your nose and the wet droplets pelting your skin when you dug your key out of your bag, unfortunately unable to jog to your car in the heels you still had on.

Someone grabbed your arm before you made it two steps, and you nearly screamed.

"God, you're so jumpy," Sukuna grumbled behind you, trying to pull you back through the open door inside.

You tore your arm from his, stepping back and wobbling a little, unbalanced.

"The fuck are you doing out here?" He rolled his eyes, but you could see a hint of concern under his irritation.

"I'm leaving, have fun," You sounded snappier than you meant, your shirt and skirt getting more damp by the second standing in the rain. You started walking back towards the car, but he just followed, like he was your puppy for once instead of your owner.

"If you're jealous-"

"You think I'm jealous?" You scoffed, whirling back around at his audacity to start picking a fight with you after spending almost an hour groping a girl in front of you.

"You're leaving without saying anything," He pointed out, thunder rumbling in the distance and threatening to drown out his gravelly voice. The rain was plastering his hair to his face, the thin white t-shirt clinging to his chest quickly getting soaked through.

"And?" You had to clench your jaw before your teeth started chattering, arms folded tightly across your chest. He tried to reach out for you again, but you stepped back before he could touch you. "Was I supposed to tap on your shoulder or hers?"

Like you'd ever stoop so low for his attention.

You didn't have to tell him what you were doing or where you were going.

He wasn't your boyfriend. He never wanted to be.

"You want me to kick her out?" Sukuna offered, his brows drawn together, blinking to get the droplets out of his lashes.

"You're such a fucking prick," You shook your head, turning your back to him and clutching your keys a little tighter. Taking a shortcut across his lawn to where you parked out front in the street, your heels sinking a little into the grass as you struggled to stay ahead of him.

He did grab you this time, his unfairly long legs catching up to you too fast, his hands on your waist spinning you around.

"If you wanna fight, can we at least do it inside?" He grunted, his hands still warm despite the chill that was slicing down to your bones.

"No, I said I'm leaving, and I meant it," You argued, your fingers pressed against his chest when you pushed him away from you.

"Is this about her?"

Did he even know her name? Or would her face be forgotten tomorrow too?

"It's not," You groaned, backing up until the slick metal of your car hit your spine, shivering at the contact.

"Then what?" He was huffing, standing in the same spot you pushed him, stare burning hot enough you could almost feel the heat radiating from it.

"I just can't keep doing this with you," You finally spit out, choking on a lump in your throat, all the air in your lungs sucked out.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" It was so low it was practically a growl - gutteral.

"It was easier when we were just friends," You mumbled, trembling, not sure if it was from the cold or the conversation.

He didn't reply, the muscles in his face all pulling tight, his spine going stiff.

"I just, I don't think we should sleep together anymore," You mumbled under your breath, chewing on your lip just to wince when your teeth grazed over the broken skin there, the taste of iron and blood on your tongue.

Sukuna laughed. But it was bitter, tinged with anger and hurt, his lips curling up in cruel smirk.

"One asshole shows some interest in you and you're dumping me?" He scoffed, intent on reducing it down to something petty, something you were blowing out of proportion.

"It's not exactly dumping if we were never together," You reminded him, wiping away the damp streaks on your face, hoping it was just the rain and not tears you hadn't realized were falling.

"Is this some stupid fucking punishment because I brought someone?" He asked, taking another step closer while you turned to unlock your door, drenched down to your shoes as your shaky fingers refused to cooperate with you.

"No, and maybe if you weren't so obsessed with yourself, you'd actually listen to a word I've said and see that," You huffed through chattering teeth, finally managing to get it unlocked and climb inside, throwing your bag on the passenger seat and starting the car.

You tried to slam the door shut, but his hand caught it before you could, stepping in-between the door and the car so you couldn't close it. You flinched involuntarily, momentary panic at how fucking close he was to getting his fingers smashed in the door.

"Do you want to be together?" Sukuna grumbled, piercing through you and freezing you in place, your seatbelt pulled halfway across your chest.

You must have misheard him.

"What?"

"You want me to be your boyfriend or somethin'?" He scoffed, and your stomach dropped. Were you just a fucking joke to him?

He couldn't help making fun of you even now?

"You're an asshole," You weakly muttered, shaking your head. You felt ill. Disappointment? Embarrassment? You couldn't pin it, whatever it was, coiling tight in your gut, wrapping itself around your lungs and making every breath you sucked in hurt.

"I'm being serious." He wasn't.

You didn't think he even knew what he was offering. Or how it would play out. Because even if he'd never thought about it before, you had.

Nothing would change. Not really. He wouldn't be the type to buy you flowers or take you out on dinner dates every week. Maybe he'd stop fucking other women but he'd probably still let them flirt with him, let their hands linger on his bicep and sign their tits if they asked. At the end of the day - he'd pick his passions over you, music and money and girls more gorgeous than you readily at his disposal. That was the path he picked, maintaining his image and acting like the dickhead everyone else thought he was.

You were the idiot for ever considering he was anything more.

"Stop," You could barely get it out, hardly push the air out of your lungs to say it.

Did he know he was hurting you? Or did he just not care?

"Just come back inside," He grunted, rain pelting him now, drenched as he refused to budge between you and your car door, stray drops bouncing off of him onto your legs. His hair was plastered down onto his forehead, his shirt clinging to all his muscles, the cotton nearly see- through.

"No," You shook your head, bottom lip quivering.

His lips pressed into a tight line, locking his jaw as he leaned down, resting a forearm on the frame of your car.

"I'm not fucking around," He was grinding his teeth, glancing behind him at the closed door, the lights from inside. "Come on."

Sukuna made the mistake of assuming you'd listen, assuming you were just searching for his attention, thinking you'd follow when he called, stepping back like he really thought you'd get out of your car.

"No," You repeated, a hard lump bobbing in your throat, the invisible weight still suffocating you even after you finally spit out the two letter word you'd been thinking about for too long.

"What do you want then?" He said it as if he was willing to offer whatever answer you gave him. And sure, if it was something he could buy, he probably would've.

But you knew better than to think he'd ever change for you.

"Do you love me?" Your own voice surprised you, the words neither of you ever said to anyone, let alone each other. His face fell. Brows drawn together in a scowl, frowning at you like you said something awful.

"Why the fuck would you ask me that?" It hurt more than you'd ever confess to hear him say that.

"It was a yes or no question," You quietly said, feeling like you were the only one grieving, your friendship dying without either of you ever noticing whenever it passed. It was only now that you were the one holding the shovel and dropping the dirt on the casket that you had to deal with it. "Go have fun with your date or whoever else you wanna fuck, it's your party. I'll see you around later."

You shut the door and clicked the automatic lock before he could try to rip it back open.

Before he could realize later was a lie.

You wanted space. Time to detangle yourself from him. Sick of being something convenient for him, just another someone to use while you deluded yourself that you meant anything else to him.

He wouldn't miss you.

Had he ever?

You didn't turn to glance out the window, just pulled away after checking your mirrors to make sure you were still clear to go, trying to feel any emotion other than embarrassment when you drove away, hoping the distance would wash it off.

Still, you probably would've preferred that over when panic when fifteen minutes out you heard a huge thump underneath your car, despite the fact the road was completely clear.

You've never heard the sound of a tire blowing out before. But uh, it wasn't that hard to guess what happened judging by the loud fucking noise and the sudden change in steering, the rumble of the tire trying to roll on its rims. You barely managed to guide it to a semi-safe spot on the road, trying to keep your breathing steady before you spiraled into a panic attack at the thought you were stranded at night in the pouring rain after fighting with the one person you'd usually call for help.

Although, you probably wouldn't need help if he had actually checked the tires for you this morning like you asked.

Twisting the keys out of the ignition and unbuckling before stepping out to check the damage and confirm what you already suspected.

You had a flat.

Getting drenched by the rain again while you walked back to the trunk to check for a spare only to discover you didn't even have one.

Great.

Resigning yourself to calling a tow truck and scrolling through your contacts for whoever might be considerate enough to pick you up, you tried Choso first. He only had one drink while you were back at the party, and he was probably the closest person to you. But the phone kept ringing, and he didn't pick up on your first or second try.

Would you seriously have to swallow your stupid pride to call Sukuna? Would he even pick you up now if you did?

Surely, he would, right?

Clicking on his contact, your thumb hovered over the call button before you eventually closed your eyes and hit it. It was dumb, but the low rings seemed to stretch, last painfully long before it cut to the generic the person you've tried to reach doesn't have their voicemail set up message you'd only ever received a few times before from him.

You couldn't bring yourself to call again.

The other Itadoris were probably already out for the night, asleep in bed, crashed early after taking care of Yuji.

But the little notification popped up on your phone asking if you wanted to turn battery saver mode on, drained from how much of tonight you'd spent staring at the screen and messaging Suguru, and you realized you might have one more option.

You were blushing before you even hit the call button, shivering even when the heat creeped up your face to your cheeks, biting your nails, the anxiety starting to peak, making it hard for you to think straight.

He answered on the fourth ring, your heart fluttering when you heard the soft chuckle on the other end. "What'd I do to deserve this treat?"

"Suguru?" You swallowed hard, unable to cover up the tremor in your tone, your uneven breathing.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?" His concern cut through the fuzzy line, cut through you.

"I'm, um shit, I'm sorry, but my car kind of broke down, and I don't know who else to call or what I should do, and-"

"Slow down, first, are you okay?" His voice was reassuring, trying to steady you, putting a stop to your rambling before you could drown in it.

"I'm cold and tired and wet, but I'm fine, I guess," You muttered, glancing anxiously out the window at the empty street, the thick treeline stretching by the road. "One of my tires is fucked, though, and I don't have a spare, but I mean, even if I did, I've never actually changed one."

He laughed, and in the background, you could make out the soft click of a door shutting, the faint sound of someone talking.

"Send me your location, okay? I'll come pick you up," Suguru offered without you even asking, in the sincere sort of way that made it sound like his idea, like he wanted to do it rather than out of obligation.

"Are you sure? What about the girls?" You muttered, absentmindedly picking at the nail polish you just painted on a few hours ago.

"Gojo's crashing here, and they're already asleep, it's fine. Let me take care of my other girl, okay?" His laugh was quiet, probably trying not to wake them up.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the rearview mirror, your wrecked makeup and soaked hair and blush you could make out even in the dark, hoping he'd still want you to be his girl even when he saw what a mess you were.

"Alright, um, I'll send it, but, uh, my phone is about to die," You admitted, switching him to speaker phone so you could share your location with him, frowning while you waited a few slow seconds for it to send.

"Have you called a tow truck yet?" He hummed, his composure helping glue your own cracks back together, throwing out a life preserver for you to cling to.

"No, but I can," You started to offer before he chuckled again, the telltale clink of keys jingling making your shoulders start to relax

"Save your battery. I'll handle it," He nonchalantly said, probably shrugging his shoulders or cocking his head to the side in that cute way you sometimes caught him doing. "Be there in twenty."

How was your heart supposed to handle him?

You hardly knew him. But you couldn't convince your pulse to slow down, anxiously tapping away at the center console, looking down at your phone every minute like it'd make the seconds stop stretching out so long.

Sukuna hadn't called back - hadn't even tried texting. Probably already taking the girl upstairs to the same bedroom you'd spent too many nights sleeping in. You turned off your location sharing with him before pausing and switching off notifications from him specifically.

He wouldn't notice.

Part of you couldn't help but consider that he might've only kept you around the past couple years because he liked sleeping with you. Would he even attempt to stay friends after you stopped?

Convincing yourself it was all for the best was easier said than done, because even if you weren't his, he was still your best friend.

But you deserved better than wasting your nights fucking someone who wouldn't even kiss you.

You eyed the time on your phone, watching the empty road for anyone passing by, hating him a little extra for buying a place out of the city for 'privacy' he didn't even care about considering how many people he invited over after every show or concert. But eventually a dark car pulled in to park behind yours, nervousness eventually melting into relief once a tall figure stepped out of the driver's seat, his long black hair tied up in a loose bun.

Suguru's knuckles tapped the glass, his face partially blurred by the rain drops racing down the window when you reached over to shove your stuff back in your bag and unlock the door. Once he heard the faint little click, he was pulling it open, sheltered under a dark umbrella and waiting for you to slip underneath it with him. Offering that quiet sort of protection you never once thought you needed, but just maybe you were starting to want.

"Here," His voice was calm, holding a hand out for you to take as the rain pitter-pattered and slid off the slick top of his umbrella.

You took his hand. Let him pull you into his side, only releasing your fingers to wrap his around your waist in a reassuring side hug instead, rubbing his thumb up-and-down over the still-damp fabric of your shirt like he was trying to comfort you. Your body naturally relaxed into his, your cheek resting on his arm as he shut the door behind you, keeping you close while he walked you back over to his car.

"Bad night, baby?" He teased, your fingers skimming against his again when you snagged the umbrella so he could open the door for you just for his to squeeze yours when he took it back. It was a little funny - catching the hint of his smile out of the corner of your vision, both of you trying to find excuses to touch even now.

"You could say that," You mumbled, face still flushing when he waited for you to climb in and get comfortable before closing the door.

Heat was already radiating through the vents to keep you cozy, the windshield wipers still on as you watched him walk around through the glass. Listening to his soft sigh as he got in to the driver's seat, shaking the water off the umbrella as he closed it and carefully reached around to drop it behind his seat before snagging a thin towel you hadn't noticed back there. He let you dry yourself off with it, pulling his phone out of pocket like he was checking something.

"I'm sorry for uh, all of this," You mumbled, still shivering a little as you wiped at your skin, the wet clothes still sticking to you while you looked out the window so you didn't have to face him in your embarrassment. "All my friends are asleep or at this stupid party and tonight just really fucking sucked, so I guess I'm trying to say thank you, but-"

"You're cute when you're nervous," Suguru said it like it was a fact, stopping you before you could keep rambling again.

"I-" You started before stopping yourself this time, pouting as you anxiously folded the towel on your lap, eyes still on the treeline instead of him.

"The tow truck won't be here for another ten minutes. Wanna talk about tonight?" He offered, and you knew he'd listen.

Maybe that was why you couldn't resist babbling about it. Although, a sliver of you wondered if you were trying to sabotage this by bringing him up in any capacity, if you were trying to set the stage for Suguru to call it off before his claws sunk any deeper in your heart.

Scared of getting hurt or finding yourself falling for someone who might actually convince you he felt the same too.

"It's embarrassing," You muttered. It shouldn't be, but it was.

He was waiting for you to talk, giving you the opportunity to continue or choose not to.

"I broke things off with the guy I was, uh, sorta sleeping with before," You admitted, the warm air blowing from the vents making the windows fog, looking down at your hands while you chipped another chunk of your nail polish off. "It's not like it was ever serious or anything like that. But we actually, um, were friends since we were little kids, and I'd been trying to find a way to end everything for a while, but I guess I was worried he'd be pissed."

"Was he?" Suguru spoke carefully, cautious, a hand reaching out to rest on your thigh. You hadn't realized it was shaking.

"We got into a fight," You nodded, sucking in a harsh breath. Sukuna's face was still occupying space in your head, the slam of the door in your ears. "He, um, didn't exactly take it that well."

He didn't seem to take it at all.

But what else was new? When did Sukuna ever try to hear you?

"Are you okay?" It was easy to focus on his reassuring voice, how he softened his solemn tone for you.

"Yeah, really, I'm fine." And even though it was the second time you'd said it, you weren't sure if you were trying to convince him or yourself.

"You don't have to be," He simply said, like he'd really just accept the mess you were as is. "Even if it is his loss."

"I know," You mumbled, sniffling and rubbing your nose with the back of your hand.

"I'd probably be pretty upset if I were losing you too, though," He casually said, and you couldn't tell if he was just attempting to make you feel better or if he really felt that way.

He was too good at saying all the things you wanted to hear, knowing what words would soothe the ache eating at you, kissing your worries away with soft-spoken promises.

"I'm sure you could find someone else too," You shook your head dismissively.

"I want you," He easily replied.

"You shouldn't say things like that," You warned your chest aching with how much you wanted to hear him say it again.

"I shouldn't say what I'm thinking?" He teased, the playful little mocking tone to his words begging you to turn your head and look at him.

"Not unless you're trying to make me fall for you." You hoped it'd take more than a few honeyed words and tender touches for that to happen, anyway.

"What if I am?" He was definitely poking fun at you now, but you felt your pulse pick up, your heart skip a beat at how serious he sounded.

"I think you might break my heart," You admitted, painfully aware that if he did, you really wouldn't be able to turn to Sukuna now even if he'd been right from the beginning.

"Didn't you just break someone else's?" He casually remarked, his thumb tracing up higher in a half-circle.

"Trust me," You pouted. "You shouldn't feel bad for him."

"Oh?"

"He hates you," You admitted with a breathy sigh.

"You were talking about me?" Suguru chuckled, clearly picking up on what you hadn't said.

"Maybe a little," You shrugged. "He was acting like it was a stupid competition."

"Am I winning then?" He hummed, like he didn't already know the answer.

"I mean, he didn't even make me cum last time we had sex so . . ." You scoffed, trailing off and rolling your eyes.

Suguru laughed, his fingers squeezing your thigh automatically, his dark chuckle making you smile too.

"You poor thing," He wryly commented, his hand drifting a little higher, his light teasing putting a new spin on the night.

"He didn't even notice either," You complained, your sentence punctuated by a small giggle, the weight pressing down on your heart starting to lift little by little in his presence. You turned to really look at him, his attention already entirely devoted to you.

Dark eyes that you were starting to realize you'd let swallow you whole, even if you knew he'd chew you up and spit you back out someday. Piercing through you, scanning over your features, trying to piece you together until he noticed your bottom lip.

You felt it - the sudden shift. His body going rigid, the slow bob of the lump in his throat, face frozen in an icy mask. The hand on your thigh gripping harder, knuckles straining white against the skin.

"Did he do that?" His voice was raw, breathing through his nose, just staring at the broken skin. All the air sucked out of the car, and you could feel his anger at the perceived injustice.

"This?" You reached up to put your hand over it, almost wincing when your fingertips grazed against the bruise. "No, Yuji actually headbutted me."

He exhaled, his frown dissolving a little as his fingers relaxed, letting go of some of the tension that had taken hold of him.

"Good, I didn't want to have to go to jail tonight too," He murmured, his eyes settling back on yours.

"You'd defend my honor like that?" You returned to teasing, resting your head back on the seat.

"You think I wouldn't?" He hm-ed, only looking away to readjust the heat, his attention immediately returning to you.

"It's not like I'm your girlfriend or anything," You shrugged. Flirting and fucking were one thing, but him and this felt different, and you were terrified to put your trust in anything.

"Yet," He added, your cheeks immediately flushing at his insinuation.

"Yet?" You echoed, your own voice feeling small next to his.

He looked at you like you were different, smiled like he knew some secret he was waiting for you to piece together.

But before he could answer, the tow truck pulled ahead of both of your cars, stopping just in front of yours.

"I'll talk to him," He offered, nodding in that direction.

"I'll go with you," You insisted.

He chuckled, reaching back around for the umbrella although the rain outside had already started to taper off, slowing down to a drizzle. Stepping out and walking around to your side, making sure to hold it where you wouldn't get wet again, casually greeting the guy and handling the bulk of the conversation and making arrangements to get it taken to a repair place not that far from your apartment. All you had to do was hand over your keys.

You hadn't realized you handed him all of them until you were back in the passenger seat, staring at your empty palm while the realization slowly sank in you just locked yourself out of your own apartment too.

"So, back to your place?" Suguru offered, already pulling up the directions on his phone.

"Um," You awkwardly mumbled, trying to work out where exactly you could tell him to drop you off. Sukuna had the only spare key to your apartment. Or maybe you could call Kaori and Jin to see if they'd let you crash there for the night and drive you to get your car tomorrow.

"Yeah?" He raised a brow when he glanced over, a little glint in his eye flickering at your flustered expression.

"I may have given him more than just my car key," You sheepishly confessed.

You didn't expect Suguru to laugh, didn't anticipate the easy smile spreading across his face, not irritated or annoyed in the slightest at your screw-up. He placed his phone down in the cupholder, leaning across the center console, fingertips grazing against your chin to tilt your face up, turning it just slightly so he could press a soft kiss on the side of your mouth. Carefully avoiding the bruise to tenderly plant his lips against yours.

"Guess I'll have to bring you back to mine."

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SneakPeak#101.......

From the story I might never write.

"I would like to take offence to that. I too can be that and more." He said and moved forward, into my personal bubble. His eyes never leaving mine. My fingers that held the cigarette to my lips froze right there and my smirk dropped.

"Inhale yn...." he whispered, too close for my brains to function. Like a puppet on strings I did what he said and inhaled.

"Good girl, let go now." And like a braindead person I did. My brain had turned to mush but I didn't care because when i saw him inhale the smoke that left my lips, leaving not a tendril behind, I felt my brain short-circuit.

His lips moved right next to my ear and I heard him exhale while murmuring "give me a chance to show how much of a gentle-man I can be."

Sir, can you not. I am already in love with you why give me a heart attack with such stunts.

OK, deep breat- no no deep breath. Can't let his unholy cologne invade any further.

So let's reboot. Brain fucking reboot. Right what were taking about.... hard no wait gentle- gentleman!! right!!!

He had moved back to where his nose touched mine, probably watching me short circuit. He had a smirk plastered on his gorgeous face that had to leave because I will ALWAYS  have the last word!!!!

"What say princess?" He WAS LAUGHING AT ME. Well not all out but his tone was mocking.

"The princess wants to actually tell you about her observation." I set my chin in defiance and looked straight back. " So please correct me if I am wrong but your manners, although genuine, are mainly a cover for your inner freak. You show the world how calm and intelligent you are, no doubt you definitely are, but that not all there is to you, is there?" I had taken him by surprise. His eyes wide, he moved back a tiny bit in shock and I took that moment to move into his space.

I traced his face with my finger that still had the cigg.  Starting from where his bangs fell perfectly on his forehead and moved along his cheek as I continued to whisper "Its because of that hidden menace that you click so perfectly with gojo. You might be tamer but just a lethal, aren't ya?" finalling reaching his chin, I held it between my thumb and forefinger and tugging him closer.

I watched a his eyes few bigger and bigger and a prominent blush coating his cheeks. He opened and closed his mouth like fish and it only made me want to tease him more. So I did.

I leaned close to his ear and continued "Don't worry, this personality of your is the reason why you have brownie points over the rest of them."

Leaning back into my seat, I took a gulp of my coffee and smiled sweetly at him, while he stayed right where I was holding him. This made me busy out laughing. "Please tell me I haven't broken you, geto" I couldn't help but comment.

This made him jerk back into his seat and shake his head a little. "You are evil. I hope you know that" I just grinned cheekily at that.

"Also you might as well call me suguru. With you knowing everything from the show,  you are hardly a stranger."

"I agree I have watched the show but I do not think I know everything. Plus whatever I do know is something extremely generic and not to mention one sided. That doesn't make us familiar. Familiarity comes when information is exchanged. Willingly. Ask me to call you suguru when you think I deserve it. After all it's a privilege to be considered close to you, a privilege that I should earn, don't you think?" I winked at him playfully.

"I... thank you. I didn't realise I needed to hear that. I was feeling restless but hadn't realise it was because I felt invaded" He turned his face away to look out the balcony as he's said that.

I pursed my lips together in sympathy. "You'll feel better once you know what is shown in the show." And he nodded.

I avoided looking at him and annoyed a frayed string on my jeans as I mumbled on, "If it makes you feel better, my description of your personality is not something that is extremely highlighted. It's just one of the many theories people have."

His sudden booming laughter made me jump a little in my seat and look at him. 

He still sat facing the sky so only half his face was visible and what a beautiful half it was. The glow of the full moon made him look ethereal.

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FOUND IT!!!!!

Guys please help me look for a fic where the reader can see a person's inner thoughts by touching them and she is scared of geto because of it!!!!

HELP MEEE!!!!

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Guys please help me look for a fic where the reader can see a person's inner thoughts by touching them and she is scared of geto because of it!!!!

HELP MEEE!!!!

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hi everyone !! merry christmas to those who celebrate. before the new year ends, i decided to collate all my oneshot/series fics as a uquiz to see which reader are you! all my reader's have their own personality (is what i would like to think) and all of them are very dear to me. yes, even persephone! reader, even though i can't stand to read the fic anymore without cringing. it's kinda silly but it's a way of seeing how far i came as a writer on here in just a couple of months :") if you've been here or have come in here from @/creamflix, thank you so much for your support. i wouldn't have believed myself at the start of the year if someone told me i would finally be writing fanfiction HAHA but now that i am, i don't plan on stopping anytime soon <3 here's the link if u're interested

here is my result....i can't believe i was gagged like this

NPT ( @madamechrissy @indiewritesxoxo @gojosoups @fucktoru @toruberry @starmapz @fushitoru @cinnamorollcrybaby @naoyoki @egglain @sttoru @sunasbon @risararelywrites @chososcamgirl @nectardaddy @cinnamxnangel @omitea @gojoscinnamonroll @emphism @strtoru @norikuna @sugojosgf @uhflwr + all my followers and any other mutuals i missed out, i LOVE you!!! thank u so much for sticking around )

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i love the idea of an obliviously op reader. like a reader who is just as (if not more) powerful than those at the top of the food chain, and yet has no idea about it.

you casually bump into gojo satoru on the street and- what the fuck? you passed through his infinity? huh?

while he’s stood there having a bit of a crisis you’re on your merry way to buy some snacks for yourself.

i’m specifically thinking about a reader like this in shibuya.

passing by mahito only to point and grin at him, “cool cosplay! i don’t recognise the character, but you look great!”

he giggles, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to disfigure you, to turn you into some misshapen monster that’ll join the ranks of the others-

you blink at him, tilting your head a little, only to then place your hand on his shoulder too. you stare at each other for a moment.

“that was weird. see ya!” and then you leave him there oh-so-casually.

sukuna is in disbelief when he sees you- his domain should’ve wiped out everyone in the area? who the fuck are you?

and you just stroll up to him cheerfully, “man, i love your tats! where did you get them? i’m considering getting some, but-“

he lifts his palm, you should immediately burst into flames-

“high-five!”

and then you leave him to just stand there in confusion, continuing on your way.

it’s the fact that you cannot perceive the danger you are in that makes the world around you all the less dangerous.

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pins & needles

summary: how various jjk men react to ur new/unnoticed piercings! incl. nanami, gojo, geto, choso

warnings: veryyyyyyy suggestive (esp in nanami's), (new) piercings, geto's & nanami's is a new relationship type thing. excuse any typos pls😞. 18+ mdni!

a/n: i got like 3 new piercings over the weekend, this is just self indulgent and cute methinks. also tyyy for 700 :3, i'm trying so hard to get over the writer's block. love u all!

choso + smiley piercing!

"i've never been happier to see you," choso groans as soon as he enters your dorm, kicking off his shoes at the door. though his voice is monotone, you can infer he's tired, worn out from a day's work and fighting curses.

"rough day?" you scoot over in bed to allow room for your boyfriend, smoothing out the sheets and flipping your blanket up.

"very." the singular word is the only response choso gives before beginning to strip his uniform right in front of you. as you're watching intently, choso gets almost completely naked before grabbing some clothes he'd left over; a pair of baggy pants and an "i heart my girlfriend" shirt that you gifted him, and lazily putting them on.

"i did something today, cho," you inform him, and choso’s attention immediately snaps to you, eyes showing that he was obviously wondering.

"what’d you do?"

you give him a bright smile, all the teeth in your mouth shown to him, the shiny ring glistening atop your pretty gums. choso’s brows furrow together, his pupils coming to realize there was something new in your mouth, something different about your smile.

"what’s…that?" he asks, stepping closer and closer and eventually sitting on the bed with you. you giggle at his curious looking, his eyebrows still knitted together in an inquisitive way.

"a piercing, silly," you inform him, carefully flipping up your top lip to show where the jewelry went through the frenulum of your inner lip.

"does it hurt?" choso leans in even more, straightening his eyes with the freshly pierced hole in your mouth.

"not really, just a little bit," you tell him, letting go of your lip and pressing a quick peck to choso’s lips. it catches him off-guard, choso’s face lights up red because he thought he couldn’t kiss you. smiling triumphantly, you pull away from your boyfriend.

"it—um—it looks really pretty on you." choso compliments, "can i kiss you again? please?" and he’s so sincere and sweet, always asking permission for everything. so endearing, really, even with his deep, dark voice.

needless to say, when he kisses you again, choso is making sure to flick the jewelry all around with his tongue, faintly enough to not hurt the new wound. and it becomes a habit from thereon.

gojo + bellybutton piercing!

"i missed you so much, baby."

satoru is on top of you, arms caging you in while you lay underneath him, smiling and feebly grasping the biggest part of his bicep. it had been over a month since you'd seen your husband, he'd been away on a business trip for far too long.

"did you miss me?" his words are drawn out and dramatic, like always, like he was teasing you—but he was practically always teasing you.

"yes, satoru," you blankly reply, "i missed you."

just before you can roll your eyes, gojo's kissing you, a bit enthusiastically, but you quickly melt into his touch. as annoying as he could be, you loved him, you missed him. you had longed for him the moment he left—that was a fact you couldn’t deny.

as quickly as he meets your lips, satoru leaves, disconnecting himself to trail down your torso that was draped in a way-too-expensive t-shirt of his. but the one thing that doesn't leave you is his eyes, he keeps an intense stare on your face as he moves lower and lower towards your waistline. his fingertips dance along your sides before pinching the fabric of the bottom of the shirt and slowly lifting it up.

his eyes are no longer able to stay on yours when he catches a glimpse of the sparkly blue rhinestones on each ball of the jewelry stuck through your navel. of course, you chose the shade that best matched satoru's eye color.

"no way!" satoru exclaims, beaming with a new-found excitement for the little hole in your tummy, "you actually did it?"

"yes, satoru," you repeat, threading your fingers through the white tufts of your husband's hair.

gojo's nimble fingers come to play with the jewelry—the size comparison comedic from how large his hands are. he studies the now fully healed wound, moving the jewelry all around and practically forgetting the previous heated mood.

"do you like it?" you somewhat nervously ask, intimidated by the tedious investigation of your bellybutton.

"yes, duh," satoru dramatically quips, "you think i should get one next?"

nanami + nipple piercing!

kento had tried so hard to ignore it.

you didn't mean to distract him, really. it was a simple mishap at first, not wearing a bra when kento came over. but after the first time, he didn't seem to mind, he was gentlemanly enough. his eyes stayed averted—when you were looking at him, at least—so you took it as a green flag to remain braless when he was at your house without worry.

but nanami's only a man.

so here you are, after work, after your boyfriend had come over, ranting to him in your kitchen about your boss and whatever bullshit you had to put up with that day. but your words land upon deaf ears, noise drowned out by the sight of the little hearts poking out from the shirt you're wearing. he's sat at your dining table, legs lazily spread as he half-listens to you.

"—like, what?! what else am i supposed to do in that situation?"

for the first time in your venting session, you lock eyes with kento, noticing how they flash up quickly from...your chest.

"ken?"

"um—yes?" he chokes, a little too obviously for him to not be embarrassed over.

a smug smile rests over your face, nanami was caught red handed, ogling at your boobs and the cute heart-shaped jewelry that adorned them.

"what'cha staring at?" trailing closer to him with a teasing tone in your voice, you're killing him, embarrassing the poor man as the seconds roll on. kento doesn't reply either, only a raspy breath leaving his lungs as his response. his face heats up and his expression drops, shamelessly glancing down at your chest once more—one, two—counting the peaks of your nipples through the shirt.

"i'm sorry," he finally chokes out, unable to keep his eyes from flashing up and down, to your eyes then to your chest, again and again.

without any words, you slot yourself between nanami's legs, inching your chest closer to his face. it was so funny how easily his stoic persona disintegrated under your presence. he'd never been this close to your chest—to you. and it's intoxicating to him, he's ashamed how he loses himself by simply being eye level with your boobs.

but that guilt quickly washes away when you take his hand and place it perfectly to cup your tit—index finger and thumb resting right around the pretty jewelry under your shirt.

tdlr; that's the first night your boyfriend stays over at your place.

geto + clavicle piercing!

"you look lovely tonight."

smooth as ever, geto compliments you, his voice dripping with a sweet nectar. your insides warm up despite the harsh cold outside, the thick coat draped over your frame doing little to combat the weather.

"thank you," you whisper and smile at him, stepping into the door of the fancy restaurant suguru had chosen for your date. third date, to be exact.

once you're at your table, suguru helps you shimmy the bulky jacket off your shoulders, revealing the tasteful, deep-cut top you had chosen for your date—along with the two studs on each side of your collarbone that your clothing showed off rather perfectly.

it takes suguru a few moments to notice once he sits down. he tries to strike up conversation, relying on the simple questions and responses he can utter without getting too distracted. however, within a few minutes, geto is cracking, eyes every so often flickering down to the gems that aligned your clavicle so prettily. he can't help it, because with every slight movement you make, the jewelry sparkles in the dim light of the restaurant—it's hard to ignore.

"are you okay?" you interrupt your previous dialogue when you take note of geto's increasingly hazy replies, and how he seems a bit spaced out.

"yeah," suguru swallows deeply, "i really like your—um," his pointer finger vaguely motions to his own collarbone, and you have to look down at your chest before you realize what he’s talking about.

his mouth is dry. he’d already thought you were, like, the sexiest woman on earth, but this, oh this, was just too much. geto was unsure as to why he found the piercings so distracting, so hot, but nonetheless enjoyed the view he had.

"oh, thank you!" you giggle, smiling brightly and ghosting your fingers over the piercings—you’d honestly forgotten that this would be the first time he’s seen this much of your body, and the piercings ended up being the perfect touch to make suguru lose his mind.

and he can't wait until he's able to feel on 'em, too.

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From the story I might never write

#101- Suguru fluff

#102- Mostly toji caring about you (in his own way)

#103- Toji fluff.

#104- Gojo's Wifey fluff.

#105- Nanami angst to comfort.

#106- Protecting hubby Suguru's honor.

#107- Jjk men in you office..

#108- The strongest wants to protect you.

#109- jjk men in your office 2

#110- Cooking with Nanami

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Entry 1: Sato to Sugu

Entry 2: What if's and maybe's

Entry 3: To be loved

Entry 4: Yin without Yang

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birthday gift

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SneakPeak#110.......

From the story I might never write

I was currently sitting on the kitchen slab after convincing Nanami to let me help him cook.

Now I know I am hopeless when it comes to this area but I managed to convince him. I know, I am so smart.

Although the reason I wanted to be here was so I could ogle at him. He looks so delicious wearing those sweatpants and thin cotton shirt which show his Greek god body underneath and don't even let me get started on his cute aprin. Yummmy.

"Y/n! Yn ! Hey Nanami have you- what the hell are you doing here?What the hell is she doing here? Are you planning to have your house burnt?" Shoko please shut. Please. I suddenly wish I had telepathy so could tell her to shut up.

Nanami only turned to face her after switching off the stove and raised his one brow. Me jealous. I mentally pouted. I wanna learn that too.

"What do you mean?" He crossed his hands and all I could do was drool over his biceps. I pretty sure I it was coming out of my mouth.

"She didn't tell you? She is horrible at cooking. Inviting her in the kitchen is like purposely trying to have you house burnt." Sho said like it was a universal fact.

"That is so not true. I have helped you in kitchen." I said quickly coming out of my drooling state to defend my honor.

"I asked you to boil the water because I had to use the washroom and you! madam almost set the kitchen on fire!!!!" She said with her eyebrows so high that they almost disappeared off her face.

"I so did not!!" I said with narrowed eye and at the same time telling her to shut up.

"How so?" He asked clearly finding this amusing because I may or may not have told him I was an awesome cook. I knew it was gonna bite me in the ass.

"She put the pan on the stove without actually lighting it. I mean she turned the nob on and didn't light it. So we basically had a gas leak" she exasperated.

"That was like ten seconds." I said throwing my hands up. Although I knew I had originally forgotten about lighting it. She doesn't have to know that.

"Liar. The only reason we were saved was because Suguru thought about following you to the kitchen as a precaution. He switched it off when he realised that she wasn't because she got back to stalking. " shoko looked at me pointedly. I only huffed and crossed my arms with a pout.

"Sugury said he was getting himself a glass of water. He didn't follow me." I mumbled. Beside me me Nanami chuckled and it made me smile internally.

"Of course he said that. Although even you know that's not true." She laughed like it's the funniest thing.

"Once I helped Satoru too." I said whining.

"All you did was pass him a packet of chips from the pantry. Although considering you didn't make a mess counts for something." she had the audacity to smirk. Bitch. She will so regret it when I eat all of gummy worms then we'll see who smirks. For now I settled with sticking my tongue out at her.

"Anyway I was looking for you because I was gonna go out for some work. I'll be back in an hour." With that she walked away without waiting for my reply. I shrugged.

"Soo. You lied to me." He said with one brow raised.

"That depends on how you define lying" I said smiling

"I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?" He grinned.

"reclining you body in a horizontal position?" I screamed with a huge grin. OH MY GOD He watched teen wolf. He just quoted it. I was stiles?!!!?? I am fangirling so hard.

"You watch teen wolf." I laughed.

"Of course I did. You asked me to." He said as if I just offended him. Although his eyes twinkle as if he found treasure.

The brown in them a lighter shade. We were standing so close. I didn't realise when he had moved to stand between my legs. It was then I realised that why his eyes were so striking. Why they stood out in a room of fifty people. He had a black ring around his iris. As if holding all the colour in, preventing it from spilling out.

"I didn't think you would, with all the missions and stuff." I was still looking into his eyes as I mumbled.

"I always for time for you, love." He traced my cheek bone. He leaned in further and before I could process, his lips were on mine.

"My little liar.." He murmured and pecked me once more.

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Me, being a genie wannabe...

Hair care with Suguru

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Can you write a Suguru x fem reader where she has hair just as long as Suguru’s or heck EVEN LONGER? (Mine is past my knees 😅) would they do hair routines together? Brush eachothers hair ? Braid it? Anything and everything that you can think of 👏

No. No No no not this again! not right now!!!! This CANNOT be happening to me when I have the most beautiful of all humans waiting for me outside.

"Kitten?! All good? I heard things fall... multiple things..." Suguru knocked at the washroom door.

"Just peachy... don't worry, I'll be out soon." I glanced nervously at the door before tugging at my hair brush. Again. Nope! Still stuck.

"Alright, but lemme know if you need anything." He said, before I heard him walk away.

"Definitely!!..... gimme functioning motor skills if you can, that's the only way I'll be saved." I muttered looking at my reflection with an eyeroll.

I obviously couldn't tell the suguru geto, the man with the most perfect hair, that I couldn't perform a simple task of brushing my hair without having it tangled up in my brush.

So, with a shrug, I decided I wouldn't. I am an adult, adult enought get a hair brush out of my hair. Totally ignoring the fact that it was me who let get stuck in the first place.

I took a deep breath and tried again. Trying to reach the brush by flipping my hair to the front, with no luck. It awkwardly remained half and half on my shoulder in such a way that it was impossible to reach it properly.

"Kitten, what's happening? You have been gone ages. I am worried. Let me in, please. I need to see if you alright for myself. "

"Ru, no. I.. I.. magic!!! "

"Magic? Are you trying to tell me that you are practicing sorcery in there?" I could hear him chuckle even from inside.

Wtf? Magic? Seriously girl!!!?

"Yes. That's exactly what I am doing." I stick to my lies, ok!!! no matter how stupid.

"Then I believe as your boyfriend I have the right to see this... extracurricular of your, don't I? Open up kitten. Now." By his tone I knew he was done playing around.

"Boo... you are no fun" I grumbled as I flicked the lock of the door and moved back infront the mirror to continue my failed attempts. Totally not because of embarrassment.

"Well, now that the jig's up, I don't have magic tricks, well other than my beautiful smile and my talent to tangle my hair up. To ridiculous levels." When I didn't get any reply I looked up to see him leaning against the wall, lower half of his face covered by his long fingers.

"You can laugh, it's chill." He just hummed but I could see his eyes watering with the effort to control his amusement.

"Seriously, let it out. I don't want you to die of suffocation because I will not be attending your funeral with hair-brush hair." I couldn't help but roll my eyes as he burst out. Like stomach holding, Bending over and knee slapping laugh. It made me giggle too.

I tried to hit him with my toothpaste tube, as I whined about how rude he was being, but he just continued wiping his eyes and gasping at my expense.

"So glad my misery is entertaining for you. Now if you could please be useful and help."

"Right, of course. Come on out and sit on the bed. I just gotta pee because of all that laughing." That earned him an elbow in the belly.

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"And that girls how your generous and smart Dada helped out your clumsy mama." Suguru told our girls as he finished braiding their hair. His lips in his signature bad boy smirk that made me fall for him.

"That's not how it happened and you know it!!! I actually was doing magic and it was just a part of the performance." I huffed.

"Its OK mama, we know you are clumsy but we still love you." Nanako giggled.

"Oh! you little monsters, you better scram before I show you clumsy." And they rushed out throwing a good night as they rushed, still in fits of giggles.

"Part of the performance, huh?" Ru was leaning back on the bed, his legs in a manspread and looked at me with those lazy bed room eyes.

"Yep!! How else would have I gotten you to take care of my hair without playing damsel In distress? How else would I have convinced you to have dinner with me every night so you could also brush my hair?" I grinned cheekily, taking my place on the floor so he could brush and tie my hair too.

Just like he had been for the past 4 years without fail.

It was true though, apparently my lack of coordination made his protective side dominant. He was especially fond of my hair and refused to see them take the brunt of my quirky personality.

Hence, it was quickly decided that hair care was his department since. I obviously had no issues. We had easily fallen into the nightly routine of hair massages, oiling and brushing. Me, ofcourse only sat and looked pretty while he did the work.

Easing of knots in my hair with so much care, learning different hairstyles so he could do it for me and not importantly sharing his hair secrets, that he protected with his life. It even applied washing my hair because according to him WE DONT KNOW WHEN MY TALENT COMES FORTH, SO CANT RISK IT.

Of course, I had gotten better over the years, I like to tell myself that, but he refused to let go. Loving the routine we exchanged, even I didn't fight to hard. Why would I, when it was our love language.

Eventually the girls were born and obviously they were included in this.

I couldn't help but thank myself for my.... magic that he so willingly accepted and fit into. Maybe, it wasn't my magic rather his, to mold and fit into any crevice of my life like molten gold in cracks, to turn it from broken to beautiful.

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I would like to apologise if there are any mistakes because I got hair as short as pixie. Never had hair longer that my neck. So I really hope I did justice to your request.

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Gojo’s body irl:

argue with ur mammy about it.