Falling Behind

Falling behind

Art cred(s); @wacuoms

☆ Pairing(s). Barista!Suguru geto x Nursing student! reader 

☆ Summary. In which a barista falls in love with a nursing student, or Suguru Geto exprinces love at first sight

☆ Content. Swearing, mentions of self harm (not seriously though), conversations of college, fluff, angst, talks of food, smoking, sever moto incident, reader is intended to be black but anyone can read, please let me know if i missed anything :)

☆ Chap(s). 2/?

☆ Status. Ongoing

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Falling behind, 02

Art cred(s); @wacuoms

☆ Pairing(s). Barista!Suguru geto x Nursing student! reader 

☆ Content. Swearing, fluff, talks of food, reader is intended to be black but anyone can read, please let me know if i missed anything :)

☆ Notes. This chapter was a bit harder to write, but I'm still gonna try to update as often as possible. Words in bold is reader.

☆ Word count. 1.84k

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“Somethings off about you.” Shoko mumbles, eating one of the cookies she stole from the display cabinet. Suguru had been awfully cheery despite her and Satoru leaving him to do the morning rush by himself.“What are you talking about? I’m fine.” He responds with a  small smile, preoccupied with washing some of the tupperware. “No, she’s right. You’re not yelling at us for eating the food, what happened?.” Gojo bellowed with his mouth half full. Feet swinging as he sits on the counter. Suguru shrugs, turning off the water and grabbing the dish rag off his shoulder. “Well, if you were here like you were supposed to earlier, you would know.” “Okay, but we’re not talking about us. We’re talking about you.”

Suguru scoffs, squatting down and putting the cups in the cabinet. “There uh, was a girl that came in early this morning.” Behind him, Shoko and Gojo look at each other. A look of confusion on each others face. “Okay, a customer came in? So what?” He stands back up to his full height after putting everything away. Turning around and leaning against the back counter. “Yeah but like…i don’t know dude. She was beautiful.” Gojo hops off the counter after noticing a customer walk-in, dusting his hands off. Shoko groans, rolling her eyes. “I swear to god, if you hook-up with another-” Geto whips his head in her direction, scowling. “Oh, shut up.” “No, she's right. Do you know how many people we’ve lost because of you?” Satoru chimes in, ripping off the paper from the printer. Walking to the other side of the back counter and pinning the order on the assembly line above . “What was the last guys name? I think it was jay…Or was it Rowan?” Geto smacks the back of his head. “Ow!” “Shut the fuck up, this is different.” They sit there quietly for a while. Shoko walks by shaking her head, glancing at the order sheet before getting to work on the milk bread while Gojo works on the drink. “You’re just mad cause you know we’re right.” 

“Anyway..” Suguru grits, glaring at them both briefly. “She had came in as soon as I opened almost. I was kind of irritated because like..who is up and about that early in the morning, but when i turned around and it was like the world stopped..” Shoko and Satoru rolled their eyes simultaneously. “I don’t know if it was the sunset and the lights playing tricks on me or what, but it looked like she was literally glowing. And she had these gorgeous [e/c] eyes. Her hair was pushed back and so i could see her face and she was the most beautiful person I’ve seen. Her voice was nice too, was kinda velvety but still sounded sweet.” “What was her name?” Satoru mumbled, crushing pieces of mango in the bottom of the glass, adding flavored iced cubes in shortly after. “[Reader].” Shoko looks up from the plate she was preparing. “You get her number?” His lips part slightly before pressing them together, looking down before mumbling lowly. “No.” Shoko and Gojo snicker at his misfortune, watching as he wallows in a corner.

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It’s well into the evening, things have slowed down. Few people, students, sitting in keeping to themselves as the trio have a hushed conversion. The bell that hangs above the door goes off, causing said employees to disperse lazily. “Good evening.” Shoko says with a smile on her face, The other two sit there on their phones. “Hello!” Suguru’s head snapped up, It was her. The girl from this morning. Twice in one day? He didn’t know what he did to deserve this but he is not complaining. He shoves his phone in his back pocket, straightening his clothes a little and tucking the loose hairs from his half-up, half-down, hairstyle away before turning around from behind the counter. 

“H-Hey!” He waved briefly, a lop-sided smile plastered on his lips as he tries to not sweat literal bullets. [Reader] looks at him briefly before doing a double take and her eyes widen slightly, a huge smile on her face. “Oh, hey Suguru!” His heart stuttered a bit. “What are you doing back here?” “I wanted to study but i didn’t want to stay cooped up at home either. Ya’know?” Geto chuckles a bit awkwardly, shaking his head. “Totally.” He had no clue what she was talking about. “Uh, what did you wanna get?” He lightly pushes Shoko away with his hip, taking over the register. She looks up the menu that hangs above, Suguru uses this as a chance to admire her. His eyes slightly lidded with a gentle and dreamy look in them.

“Uhhh, i’ll take a dragonfruit mocktail and a vanilla bean cake.” He jumps slightly, straightening his posture.  “Five, fifteen.” He pops open the register once he notices her pulling out cash. Handing her change once he takes it. “No need, keep the change.” His brow lifted, “Seriously?” “Yeah.” Suguru closes the drawer, pocketing the little money. “I’ll get it to you soon.” He nods, as she walks away with a small ‘thanks’. “So when's the wedding?” Gojo giggled. Geto rolls his eyes, he honestly forgot they were even there. “Oh fuck off.” “You should’ve seen the way you were looking at her.” Shoko added. He rolls his eyes moving past them to start on the order. “Okay, whatever. Can you not be so loud about it? She’s literally two feet away.” Gojo strolls to the side of him, leaning on his elbow to look at him despite Suguru deliberately avoiding him. “So, you gonna get her number?” He leans over him, grabbing the small pitcher of lime juice. “Uhh, maybe.” He says slowly, pouring a little of it before grabbing the bag of freeze dried dragon fruit. 

“If you don’t i will.” Shoko declared, leaning against the counter on the other side of Geto. Watching [Reader] as she sat in the bean bag across the way. Pulling out her laptop. “Like hell you will.” Suguru argued, smashing up the fruits at the bottom of the cup and putting ice in it. “Don’t even know if she’s single.” He grumbled, snatching the liter of sprite from the mini fridge.  “Just ask, and if she says she isn’t, get her number.” Gojo shrugs. “Yeah, you’re making a big deal out of nothing.” Shoko added, getting a slice of vanilla cake out and on a plate. He sighs. “I’ll try.”

☆A/N. I don't know how to feel on the ending. I'm making the masterlist for this soon. If any want to be on the tag list let me know!

© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize or translate work.

hii can i request a fic with bakugo and reader cooking together?

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 - You can't cook however that's (mostly) okay with your boyfriend whose here to help. And make fun of your awful skills. 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - cursing 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀 - ❤️

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His back faced the living room, head hunched over the stove all while he muttered nonsense you couldn't seem to hear. The room wafted of burnt food and sadness, your nose twitching at the stream of smoke finding it's way out the window above the sink. And all you could do was watch with a pout.

"I didn't mean it..." You mumbled, trying your best to peak around his broad back and see the horrid monster that he was scraping off the pan. "I know." He stated, his tone seemingly unreadable. It made your stomach fall so far you almost tumbled off your chair.

"I'm sorry." He whipped around, holding up the blackened pan which the soon burnt piece of depression fell out of and plopped onto the ceramic floor.

"This is art, what are you talking about?"

You stared at him, blinking in the dead silence of the kitchen for a few beats. The stove vent groaning behind your curious confusion.

"Art?"

"Nobody I know has ever burnt a piece of spam quite like whatever the hell that thing is." He pointed to it like a child would a bug, your face forming into one of petty annoyance. You scoffed. "It isn't that bad."

Both your heads turned down to look at the most unrecognizable piece of ash that sat sadly on the ground.

"Okay... it's that bad. I only walked away for a second!" He raised an accusatory eyebrow, a sassy tone as he spoke, "That fucking phone, you were too busy shitting to make us dinner." "I was not! I was peeing you asshat, give me that pan!"

He moved it away, shaking his head as you got up from your chair.

"Oh no goblin hands, you're not touching this even if you beg." You paused, tilting your head. "Is begging an option?" His crimson eyes bored into yours, his jaw clenching. "Don't tease. I'm hungry." You let out a groan, glancing down at the sad chunk of spam. "Can we at least cook together then?"

He seemed to think about it, giving up with a breath and walking to place the pan in the sink, turning the faucet on.

"Sweep that sad thing up and I might let you stir something." The broom was in your hand within a few seconds, a string of curses falling from your lips as he bit a smile back from crossing his mouth. His head tilted ever so slightly so he could watch you mean mug the poor crusted piece of food.

"Can I do the vegetables? Veggies are easy." He turned to you, giving to the sassiest eyebrow lift he could muster. "What?" "Hand me a knife." You asked, leaning towards them. "In your dreams babe." He pushed the block of sharp utensils before you could snatch one, a glare being shot his way.

"Fine then... the rice?" He nodded. "Realistic." He again held a grin at your angry grumbles all the way to the bag of rice, then listened to your stress grumbles as you picked it up.

"Am I a bad housegirlfriend?" He sputtered in response to you, eyeing your face as you poured the rice into the cooker. "What the fuck does that mean?" "Am I a bad housegirlfriend?" You questioned in a genuine tone, setting the bag down while pressing buttons. "Cause I can't cook."

"Oh. No. Just useless."

You scoffed watching him laugh at his own joke, blocking you from pinching his arm. The wooden spatula he was holding falling into the pan while he all but collapsed with his own ability to find himself hilarious.

"Take that back you shithead!" He wrestled against you, holding your arms against your body. "No take backsies." "No way you just said that."

You both nearly tumbled from losing your footing, food popping on the pan as he huffed and you attempted to pinch him away.

"Am I really useless?" He shook his head, kissing the side of your head while holding you up. "Eh, you're nice to look at." "You are insufferable. I can't believe you save people for a living." "I smolder them to life with my charm." He grinned, holding you from escaping his arms and taking off. "Great lord I think that face would scare me back to death."

He teetered his head back and forth, the smell of smoke entering the air that you both noticed almost immediatley. Heads slowly turning towards the stove that seemed to evilly grin back to you both.

"Kats... I think you burned the food."

"Shit."

WE WERE 15 ONCE, BUT WE'RE 19 NOW.

you and eren are oblivious idiots, but eren’s finally had enough of not being able to claim you as his. so, maybe a four year memory will finally let you get the memo?

acts: fluff, kissing, confessions, suggestions of sex and making out.

Eren's very sure with how he feels. His heart burns and longs for the beauty of your own, and he knows you long for him too. That's why the two of you remain beneath the cosy autumn tree, the sedona and viridian leaves trickling down besides the two of you.

Cutely, this moment gave the both of you deju va -- particularly as you brought your camera out. Your camera to beautifully frame the man you love's face, even if he's flustered -- the tips of his fingers itching for something to grasp upon.

"What's wrong, Eren?" Naively questioning Eren, you observe his moss green eyes stain your own -- lively and full of bubbling passon.

"Does this tree not remind you of when we were fifteen?" Eren meekly questions, his stoic eyes yearning for you to pick up on his only prominent social cue.

Right now, he longed to reenact the tender kiss you both shared at fifteen. A kiss the two of you once swore to never recite out loud again, sheltering it from your friends, family and anyone else who lingered. Within that moment, the two of you knew that kiss felt right -- hence why the both of you avoiding seeking relationships, intimacy or anything else.

"Because this is the same spot, doofus," Rolling your eyes at Eren's sudden daftness, your lips part with your ending words -- familiarity adorning you.

"I'm going to be straight up because I give up," Eren's bluntness causes you to glance intensely at him, the illuminated sun tinting your cayenne skin hue.

Inevitably, the sun beaming upon you and your blonde wig captivated him -- leaving him a mental wreck at your beauty. But even so, he failed to ignore the roughness in your breaths -- as his ethereal characteristics overwhelmed you. Overwhelmed you with him towering over you, intimidatingly glancing down at a smaller you.

“Eren, be more specific,” Airily speaking, your heart wavers as Eren’s closeness clings to you.

“Do you love me?” Eren’s needy voice leaves you gasping, longing for something you had never accessed before: confirmation.

“Ask me on a date first, but do you love me, Eren?” Answering Eren’s question with a question, you observe him shake his head — processing your stubbornness.

“I love you, idiot,” Muttering, Eren plasters his nimble fingers upon your cheek — smushing the sponginess.

“I’ll take you on a date, then,” Blurting with shame, Eren pauses — his breaths tainted.

Embarrassed, Eren’s eyes widened at being straight forward without any other indication.

“I love you, too,” Admitting something suppressed, you greet Eren’s yearning eyes with fondness.

It’s obvious that he wanted to kiss you.

“Kiss me, Eren,” In a trance, Eren’s lips lovingly smear against your own — commanded by your soft order.

Swooning, you bask in Eren’s cushiony lips — listening to the grunts and whimpers that leave his doughy lips. Lips that you tug upon, kissing frantically with an undying franticness.

“Shit,” Mewling, Eren shakily continues to smother you with kisses — knowing that he’s longed for this for so long.

For all this time, Eren had reserved himself for you — in hopes your intentions meet his own. And in his favour, they had — as you’re bound to be steering home with him. A home that had been filled with tension-filled platonic moments, craving to ripen.

“Take your time,” Reassuring Eren, your heart thuds frantically at his neediness — incapable of handling this aspect of him.

“‘Been waiting for this so long,” Eren musters out, his tone whiny and desperate — addicted to the largeness of your lips. Glossed lips that formulate a melody with his own, beneath the autumnal hues.

“Same, so let me get one more picture of you,” Speaking, gifting Eren one more kiss, you glance at his dazed state.

Smiling, you admire your masterpiece. Eren’s stained with your tinted, two-toned lipgloss — smeared upon his lips and his rosy cheeks. Everything within his eyes are starry, his breathing rough whilst he glances down at you — processing emotions you attempt to unpack, too.

“After, let’s go back,” Gently, Eren announces — his lips and eyes clinging to you.

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This is how many bullets they shot on a fucking kid.