Sorry, Not Sorry

Sorry, not sorry

You were a relatively newer student. You normally kept to yourself but you always dreamt of being friends with the main trio, especially with the infamous Suguru Geto. Yet, he always seemed to hate you, even when you openly showed you felt the opposite.

pairings: suguru geto x f!reader

warnings and whatnots: Mean!Geto, Jealous!Geto. He’s so rude to you. He’s realising his feelings for you!! Slow burn fic and will probably take a while to finish… Not proofread

Chapter 1: Are we still friends? Chapter 2: Can we be friends? Chapter 3: [currently reading] Chapter 4: Green looks good on you. Chapter 5: Runaway. Chapter 6: Burn

Silence.

That was all you were met with from Suguru throughout the morning. As you got ready. As you ate breakfast. As you got in the car and subsequently stayed in the car.

Silence, silence and silence.

Not a word from him was spoken to you.

You were confused but accepted it with grace. Yet, your thoughts still linger on the fact he wasn’t talking to you. What had you done to garner such treatment from him? Sure, he hated you but you thought his disdain for you had slowly mellowed down.

“What’s up with you and Suguru?” Shoko whispers to you as you both sat in the backseats of the car. Satoru in the passenger seat whilst Suguru drives.

You shrugs you shoulder. Shoko looks at you with a confused expression, looking at Suguru.

“Oi, Suguru!” She calls out, causing Suguru to hum in response, his eyes glancing over to Shoko and you then back to road. “Why are you so quiet lately? What happened with you? I miss your annoying voice.”

“I’m fine, just tired.” He says.

You knew it was a lie, his inflections and the way his eyes darted around showed so. Yet, you kept quiet, deciding not to point it out.

Hours passed in silence as you made your way on the highway, before making a pit stop at a fast food restaurant to take a quick lunch break. As you made your way out of the car, you noticed how Satoru and Shoko exchanged glances amongst themselves. You look at them inquisitively, eyebrow raised at them. They smile at you. They’ve been doing that for the last few hours, as if they’ve been having their own secret conversations that they were shielding from you and Suguru. You look up at Suguru, he looks at you before quickly trailing behind Satoru who headed straight to the restaurant.

Suguru had also noticed it. The knowing glances, the small grins and smiles. They were scheming.

He hates when they schemed. Especially, when he wasn’t apart of it.

He chooses to ignore it as he sits down next to Satoru, directly sitting in front of you much to his regret. He glances at you as you look at the menu from your seat, eyes squinting.

He hated how your eyes looked so beautiful in the sun.

He looks away, feeling heat rush up to his cheeks. How disgusting.

“What do you want, Suguru?” Satoru says, pulling him away from his thoughts. Suguru shrugs, admitting that he could go for anything. Satoru looks at Shoko, before giving her a nod, earning a confused look from Suguru.

“Alright! Shoko and I will go order! You both wait here and keep the table and our belongings safe!” Satoru announces, smiling at the both of you before quickly standing up.

You didn’t even have time to protest before Shoko stands up and smiles at you. “Don’t start a fight!” She says, giving you a small smile.

You sit in your seat, pouting as you watch them walk away, eventually your eyes wander to Suguru who was already staring at you.

Crap.

Feelings rush you, and a sense of unease fills you. You had a feeling he was going to start berating you. Yet, that never happened. Instead he just… looked at you, without saying anything.

He was an odd man you had to admit.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask, tentatively, breaking the silence. Your eyes trained on him searching for any negative emotions.

Yes. I am furious at you for not giving me the attention I need. The love I need.

“No. I’m not mad. The hell would I be?” Suguru answers, looking at you confused.

You give him an easy smile. “Oh… Then, are you in love with me?”

His eyes widen as blood rushes to his face. His face contorting into a mixture of shock and humiliation. You couldn’t help but laugh as you watch his reaction.

“You’re such an ass! Who in their right mind would like a person the likes of you?” Suguru answers rudely, hoping to illicit a hurt response from you. Yet, a feeling in his stomach and mind immediately caused him to feel regret for airing out such words. What for? You deserved it.

You continue laughing. “I don’t know, you?” You give him a smile that causes him to stumble and stutter upon his words.

No.

He hated you.

“I would never like a girl like you. Get that through your stupid head. You wish I did like you.” He says seriously, his eyes narrowing.

Hurt flashes across your face, but you quickly mask it.

“I know, I just like teasing you!” You say, smiling at him.

He saw the hurt on your face and it caused his heart to burn. He wanted nothing more but to wipe that stupid hurt look off your face.

Admit it.

Admit that you love me so that I can love you. Admit that you want me to take care of you so I can try my best. Admit that I had broken you so I could put you back together.

All those words he wanted to say, all those thoughts. He couldn’t speak, his mouth wouldn’t let him. His body wouldn’t. His body rejected you but his heart was revolting.

Thus, he sat in uncomfortable silence with you, biding his time until Shoko and Satoru return and save the both of you from this pit of despair.

The pair of them eventually came to see the both of you in a state worse than before. You smiled at them trying to convince them you were fine but they could easily see through your deceit.

Lunch was eaten in silence.

Satoru and Shoko went to pay, asking you and Suguru to start up the car. You walk up to the car, Suguru trailing behind you. Your hands were in your pockets, gripping tightly to the inside of your pants.

“y/n.”

You look back, seeing Suguru approaching you until he was directly in front of you. You didn’t know what he wanted. To insult you? To hurt you once more like he always does?

“M’sorry.” Suguru mumbles out before walking towards the driver’s side of the car.

You stand there for a second. An apology was not what you had expected. You didn’t know what to do with it. He can apologise all he wants but if he doesn’t change what’s the point? Such empty words won’t help her in the long run.

“y/n! Why are you standing outside the car? You’re gonna get hit!” Satoru says, smiling as he pulls you away from the road, nearer to the car. You smile softly at him, thanking him. He pats your shoulder and ruffles your hair, before quickly telling you something.

Suguru watches it all in the rear view mirror. The way Satoru held you, smiled at you, the way you smiled at him. Did you move on to him?

His hand. The way Satoru’s hand lingered on you. Lingered upon your waist as he pulls you out the road. It should’ve been him. Why Satoru? His teeth grit as he watches Satoru smile and laugh with you. Is that how it would be if he was close with you?

Satoru smiles at you once more before entering the backseat, leaving you with an exasperated look. Suguru wondered what had transpired between the both of you.

The door to the passenger seat opens, you entering the car, and giving a small shy smile to him, almost as if he didn’t just wound you.

“Satoru says that he wants to hang out with Shoko at the back. He says that you’re too boring,” You state, laughing slightly.

Suguru rolls his eyes, looking at the back where Satoru gives him an unapologetic look. He turns to you, the sound of your laugh sending shivers into him. He ignores it, turning to the road and starting to drive.

~

Everyone had fallen asleep, everyone except Suguru. He was cruising on the road at the an average speed, the road almost empty. He glances over at your sleeping figure.

You looked so peaceful.

You hair covering parts of your face, your small movements and small mumbles that fell out of your mouth as you slept.

He swore he heard you mumble his name out.

“It’s rude to stare.” You say, eyes fluttering open and looking at Suguru.

Suguru felts knots in his stomach as your eyes concentrated on him. He clears his throat and looks in front. Ashamed that he had been called out, especially with a line he had said to you a few days back.

“Where are we?” You ask, yawning as you stretch your arms out.

Suguru’s grip tightens on the steering wheel. “We’re nearing the hotel. We can make a quick stop at the next town to eat early dinner.” Suguru says, plainly.

You keep quiet, earning a glance from Suguru. You frown as you think. You were still half asleep, your eyes blurry and your brain foggy.

“Why do you hate me Sugu?” You ask, the use of the nickname causing him to shiver.

“I…” He didn’t know how to answer such a forward question.

If you had asked him that question months ago, nay two days ago, he could’ve given you a plethora of answers with detailed explanations. Yet, when you asked it right now, he was speechless.

He couldn’t answer.

Why did he hate you?

You weren’t a bad person nor mean. Annoying sure but you’ve quickly grown out of it. Your only sin was that you had fallen for him. You had fallen for a man who couldn’t deal with love.

Did he hate you?

Yes he did, he had to hate you. That’s what made sense.

Yet, why couldn’t he explain why he hated you.

“I… I don’t hate you.” He says softly, turning to you to gauge your response. Yet, what he was met with was the soft snores of you who had already fallen back to sleep.

He clicked his tongue. How annoying.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you.

He looks back to the road, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he focuses on driving.

He was tired.

Yes, that was it. He was tired. That’s why he wasn’t thinking straight. He was tired.

He looked upon your sleeping face. The way the setting sun shines upon your face was unexplainably beautiful, the way it lit up your face and put it on a spotlight. The ways your eye flutter slightly as the rays of gold hit your face.

He just needed some rest.

My love, mine all mine.

Summary: Marc and you had been childhood sweethearts, then he suddenly got colder and colder until he randomly left one night. You thought you’d never see him again, until one lonesome night where you meet the love of your life again.

Pairings: Marc Spector x reader. Warnings and whatnots: Unhappy ending, angst.

You stare longingly at the photo in your hand. Photographed nicely in the worn out and crumpled polaroid were you and your former lover, Marc Spector. You smile sombrely.

“Come on just one photo Marc!” You shouted into the wind that blew on your clothes, you were all smiles.

Marc looked at you, his usual grumpy expression painted his face. Yet, you saw something soften in his features. He raises a finger.

“Fine!” He shouted back. “Only one!”

He had quickly grabbed onto your body, bringing you closer as he took the polaroid camera in your hand. You lean closer to him, grinning as you had managed to convince him. He rolls his eye before smiling at the photo.

It was the last day you had seen each other, a calm before the storm. You still talked to each other on the phone afterwards but it was less talking and more arguing. You were frustrated and he didn’t seem to care, until one day he just stopped responding.

A week later, you stopped calling.

~

You never really got over him, evidently as you sit in the park outside a bar, on New Years, looking at the photo of him. You sigh and shiver at the cold night. You look at the bar behind you. Your friend had invited you out and they were too busy getting drunk to notice you leave. You sigh as you look at your watch, realising it was way too late to be out and that you should probably bring your blasted friend home.

You step into the bar, scouting out your friend. You furrow your eyebrows as you search for her, finally spotting them taking shots with a random guy. They see you and smile widely, waving and shouting at you to wait a bit. You shake your head, laughing at their behaviour.

You take a seat at the bar and look around the bar, until your eyes landed on a man seated at the counter. Your eyes widen as you see him. Was it actually..?

He sensed you looking at him and quickly raised his head, you look away, not wanting to make eye contact.

Your heart raced when you saw him. You had to get out of there. Your heart was conflicted, not knowing if you wanted to leave or speak to him. To see him and spill your heart out. You quickly stood up from your chair, pushing your way to your friend who was laughing widely. You grab their arm, telling them you had to leave but they don’t listen, waving your arm off.

Marc watched you from the bar, watching as you try your best to convince your friend to leave with you. Did he cause that? Were you that hurt by him that you cannot even stand to be in the same vicinity as him? He felt a pang of guilt hit his heart as he thought about how he had left you. He had heard about you sobbing and crying day and night from people but he could never come back and see you.

He purses his lips, you had shown him what his heart was worth. He would have died for you. He would have killed for you. Yet, he had left you. What kind of man was he? Leaving you just like that.

He observes you as you finally give up on your friend and head outside. His heart and head argued, not knowing if he should follow you or not. He desperately wanted to talk to you.

“Talk to her.” The bartender says, giving him a shot of vodka. “For the nerves.” He explains.

Marc looks at the bartender then at the shot. He inhales before grabbing the shot and downing it. He psychs himself up for the worst as he exits the bar.

You hear the door open and you turn your head, not expecting to have seen him. He looks at you, giving a small awkward smile. He hadn’t aged a day physically, and you hadn’t aged a day mentally. Your heart fluttered as he moves to stand next to you.

“Cigarette?” He says, offering you a pack. Your eyes fill with sadness. Maybe this really wasn’t Marc…

“I… No thanks…” You say politely.

The only sound that was heard was the wind rustling the leaves and the crickets chirping in the bushes. For you, you could here your heart throbbing and breaking everything he breathed.

“I…” You started to say before he quickly cut you off.

“I never meant to leave you like that…” He says. “It was just… I had a lot of things that I had to do and I just… couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t risk you.”

“Marc… You promised me. We’d go through everything together, why would this be any different?”

“I couldn’t get you hurt,”

“I couldn’t get you hurt, not you..” He says, sighing. “you are too important.”

“I… I spent so much time wondering what I did wrong and you suddenly waltz right back into my life, blabbing about how you didn’t want me to get hurt?” You say, a tinge of anger lacing your voice.

“No- I won’t accept that. If you didn’t want me to get hurt, you wouldn’t have left me. You wouldn’t be here in front of me, after leaving me all those years ago!”

“I… I really loved you Marc, and I still do… But, you can’t make those decisions for me. I’m grateful you want to protect me but, I need to learn to protect myself. With you.”

Marc stares at you wide eye as you put your hand up to his cheek. The corner of his eyes well up with tears and you felt your heart shatter. You pull away from his cheek.

“I’m sorry. I just- I couldn’t…” He starts but you just smile at him.

“My rides here.” You say, looking back at the bar where your friend still was. You hoped they would get home safe. You look at Marc. You hope he would get home safe.

“Goodbye Marc.” You say, and he watched you go.

He watched as you disappear into the distance like the moon at the end of the night, and the sun at the end of the day. You were his moon, and you always would be.

⭐️ Star Wars ⭐️

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💫 Lost and Found [COMPLETED] Summary: You’re his best friend, and he is yours, though both of you don’t want to admit that there is definitely more than platonic feelings there. On a mission with Poe, you meet his ex lover Zorii who he still seems to like… Pairings: poe dameron x f!reader Chapter 1: Gone Chapter 2: Found

Brotherly help

The new assassin on the block, you had been tasked to a quick mission with the infamous Lemon and Tangerine. Unbeknownst to you, you accidentally gain a crush on one of the brothers, so what else can you do other than enlist the help of the other one?

Pairing: tangerine x reader

Warnings and whatnots: Jealous!Tangerine

You had a dilemma. A dilemma that included being paired with a set of twins who were incredibly skilled, one of which you had the misfortune of crushing on.

You were a relatively new assassin, but you quickly made your way up in the ranks. That was why you were paired up with Tangerine and Lemon.

It felt odd, to work with them. They were nice, but you always had a sick feeling with them like your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw them. Especially when you saw him. You’ve only worked with them once, during the Bolivia job, but the feeling still remained. Eventually you deduced the problem.

You had a massive, giant crush, on Tangerine.

“Everything alright there?” Lemon asks you as you sat next to him, tapping your fingers on the table. The bullet train moved fast, making you nauseous. It didn’t help that you were sitting face to face with Tangerine. His leg was practically brushing yours and he didn’t even seem to care! He seemed fairly calm.

“Yeah I’m fine… Motion sickness ya’know?”

Tangerine raises an eyebrow at you, his eyes piercing into your soul like he knows you’re lying. You give him a tight lipped smile, before looking at the White Death’s son.

“Is he gonna be okay?” You ask, trying to change the topic.

“He should be awake in a few hours. Nothing to worry about, love.”

You hated it. Hated when he called you that. Hated when he called other girls that. Love. What a disgusting word.

“I need to go to the washroom.” You say, standing up curtly and making your way to the washroom, hoping that they thought you were going off to vomit your guts out; maybe you were.

You stood in the washroom, staring yourself in the mirror before splashing your face with water. You grip onto the sink, before looking up and promptly screaming at the man in the mirror.

“Goddamn it Lemon! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You shout.

Lemon doesn’t say anything, only closing the door behind him and locking it. You tilt your head at him.

“Is everything alright? Why are you so off? You’ve been like this since the start of the job.”

You should’ve known he would’ve found out. You should’ve known from the day he called you an Edward. He was weirdly good at reading people, even more so with classifying them as Thomas The Tank Engine characters.

“I’m fine…”

“Don’t be a Diesel.”

“I’m not being a Diesel!” You scoff.

“Then?”

You stare at Lemon, who looks at you expectantly. You try to think through all the possible possibilities that could happen if you told Lemon you had a crush on his brother. Would he tease you? Be disgusted? Eh, who cares, you’ll still get your money, and what’s a bit of humiliation.

“I may or may not have a thing for… Tangerine.” You spill out.

Laughter fills the washroom and you can feel your cheeks heat up. “Shut up!”

“You have a crush on my brother? Oh my, it was so obvious. Please, is that what you’re all worked out about?” Lemon asks, regaining composure.

“Yes, now shut it. I don’t need to embarrass myself any more than I already have.”

“Well now wait a bit, I can help you with this situation. To be honest, I do think Tangerine has a slight thing for you, only he’s too ignorant to realise it… So let me help you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Deadly.”

“And how exactly are we gonna get Tangerine to realise he has feelings for me?” You ask, suspicious. Lemon gives you a smile.

“We make him jealous.”

This was an utterly stupid idea but it might just work. It was easy; laugh and smile at all of Lemon’s jokes and stories and just be unusually touchy with him. Still, you felt like an idiot doing this and Lemon could sense it. Lemon had asked if you were okay with it and you had agreed. So here you were, executing this dumb plan.

You walked back to the table where the Tangerine was sitting, your arm looping with Lemon’s and your other hand, caressing his shoulder. Lemon sat down first, and you squeezed in next to him. Tangerine looks at the both of you with a confused and suspicious expression. He turns his attention to you.

“Are you alright love? You spent a long time in the washroom.”

That pet name again. You try to hide how flustered it made you feel. You smile at him.

“Yeah, just some stomach problems. The train is going too fast. Thankfully, Lemon gave me some medicine to help me get through it.” You give a sickeningly sweet smile to Lemon, hoping your time learning to act will come in handy here.

“I see.” Tangerine says, glancing at Lemon and then you. His face was slightly unreadable, but you can see a hint of confusion behind his eyes.

“Well when you both were doing God knows what, the White Death here still hasn’t woken up. So, I think we have a long while until he’ll be up.”

“Well, what should we do then? To pass the time?” You ask, looking at Lemon.

“Ah well, there’s nothing much to do is there? We can’t exactly walk around since we don’t want the little old son over there to die.”

You giggle at his comment, and in the corner of your eye, you could see Tangerine’s hand flex. He doesn’t say anything, continuing to observe the both of you. You still sat unnecessarily close to Lemon and you could see it was taking affecting Tangerine.

“Oi, why are you lot sitting so closely together?” Tangerine finally asks. A part of you is happy that he finally asked. His voice sounded deep and his eyebrows furrow.

“Are we?” You say, moving a bit further away from Lemon but still sitting relatively close to Lemon. Lemon looks at you. “I mean, is there a problem with sitting this close with him?”

Tangerine bites the inside of him cheek. “No. I’m just asking why you both are all over each other.”

That was fast. Was he already jealous?

“We are not!” You scoff, leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest.

“You are!”

You glance at Lemon, who gives you a quick thumbs up from under the table.

“What the hell- What the hell is happening with you both? What are you doing?” Tangerine asks, glancing under the table.

Lemon gives you a look before excusing himself and leaving to the washroom. You look at Tangerine who stares at you.

“What? Are you not gonna follow him? Hm? Make out with him?” Tangerine asks, a hint of anger and jealousy in his voice.

“Even if I did, why do you care?” You ask, tilting your head at Tangerine. Was Lemon right? Did Tangerine actually like you? You thought Lemon was only joking.

Tangerine didn’t answer your question, looking away from you.

“Tangerine. Tell me. Why, why in the world do you care? Why do you care what I do?” You press, leaning over the table, staring into his eyes. You feel the embarrassment and nervousness rise through you but you were too close, you couldn’t just give up.

“Tangerine. Why would you care? Tell me.”

“Because I like you alright!” He finally admits, aloud. He looks back at you.

“Is that what you want to hear? I like you. Goddamn it, I think I’m in love with you and I can’t stand the fact that you seem to like my brother more than me so just shut it and piss off.”

Your eyes widen, as you lean back in your sit. Tangerine also leans back, realising what he had just said. You didn’t know what to said. He had just admitted it.

“&#!@ I shouldn’t have said that.” You hear him mutter under his breath. “Just shut it alright, if you like my brother I won’t get in your way but-“

“I like you too.”

His eyes widen when you say that, he looks at you, confused and bewildered.

“Guess the cat’s finally out of the bag hm?” Lemon says, appearing beside the both of you. Tangerine looks at Lemon before finally realising what had happened.

“You cheeky bastard.” He says to the both of you.

You give him a smile. “Oh well, it was the only to make you admit it, no?”

“Great, now that’s all dealt with, please hold your flirting until the end of the mission.” Lemon says to the both of you.

Tangerine smiles. “You know for a fact you can’t stop me.”

🌊 JUJUTSU KAISEN 🌊

🌊 SERIES 🌊:

🌊 Overtime [ONGOING] Summary: You’re new to town, only having moved here a week ago. After exploring for a while, you found a quaint little cafe near your work with amazing coffee and a hot barista!  Thus, that place has become your regular visit after work.  Meanwhile, Nanami Kento has been a worker at the cafe for a long time; working there after his regular job for a few extra bucks. The people who visit are always the same boring people, that is until a new visitor comes in and shows him a new world. pairings: nanami kento x reader prologue : a new customer

🌊 Are we still friends? [COMPLETED] Summary: You were a relatively newer student. You normally kept to yourself but you always dreamt of being friends with the main trio, especially with the infamous Suguru Geto. Yet, he always seemed to hate you, even when you openly showed you felt the opposite. Pairings: suguru geto x reader Chapter 1: are we still friends? Chapter 2: can we be friends? Chapter 3: sorry, not sorry. Chapter 4: green looks good on you. Chapter 5: runaway Chapter 6: burn

🌊 FICS 🌊

🌊 Eyes that follow Summary: The King of Curses had never fallen in love before. It was weak. Yet, when he saw you, something clicked inside of him. He was curious about you, but the way you ignored him was simply unacceptable Pairings: ryomen sukuna x reader 🌊 My Sun Summary: Satoru and you had been high school sweethearts, yet after his dispute with Suguru, you had joined the opposing side, leaving Satoru alone to himself and hoping you’d come back and love him again. Pairings: gojo satoru x reader 🌊 Midnight ventures summary: nanami is always overwork and he feels the need to treat you for putting up with it. pairings: kento nanami x reader