Same Deep Water As You, First Part.

same deep water as you, first part.

toji fushiguro is an unstable private investigator that takes on a case for an equally unstable family. when you have decided to throw everyone in your life away, you meet someone at the dinner you work at.

toji fushiguro/fem!reader. no curses au, slow-burn ish, reader has a family, angst, age difference, grieving, eloping, protective toji, pet names (bunny/princess), eventual comfort. cw for light-voyeurism and stalking (not yandere), toxic families, alcohol use, mentions of organized crime, eventual nsft. 1.3k word count. tip jar!

The old furniture in the office was uncomfortable. The place felt cold and reeked of cigarettes, which made people stay for short amounts of time like Toji preferred.

"After finding her, I just need you to follow her around and tell me what her routine looks like.”

Toji sat across an impatient-looking woman that looked out of place.

He loved desperate clients. Worried husbands, estranged fathers, or cunning wives were all dollar signs to him. And this time it was an obtrusive sister.

“What are you looking for, exactly?” His sharp eyes never left her when she pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.

"Well, we talked from time to time, but after the notice for the funeral, no one can get a hold of her,” the woman paused to take a long breath off the cigar, polluting the air with her anxiousness. “The school could only give me what I gave you. So, my guess is she got together with someone, got knocked up or something.”

Toji nodded at her summary, focusing on the discharge forms from the college she mentioned.

“Okay. Just know, if you are going legal, I can only take evidence on public spaces.” He leaned back into his chair to start his usual spiel. “That's the reason I asked. I try to cather to all needs, so if you’d like more, it’ll be a little bit more pricey for you, but out of record.”

“I know, that's why I came here,” she barely avoided rolling her eyes. “Our dad is just so worried, you know, with his own dad dying too. It’s his little girl and he could never be tough with her. I want to give him something before deciding what to do with her.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for your loss,” Toji muttered in an attempt to skim over the sob story.

“Thanks. I know you knew him, but his friends better. You come... recommended,” she gave a critical glance across the neglected room.

“You mentioned that on the phone.” Toji flipped through her contact details to find what else to discuss. Both of them knew to keep that topic brief.

"Anyway, after finding her, which I hope will be no issue for you,” she puffed the smoke in his direction. ”I'd like you to be with her for up to a month, depending on what comes up.“

He kept nodding mindlessly, getting ahead of himself to daydream about how easy this would be.

“I would prefer that you only focus on this and drop any other case, if possible. Money is not an issue."

Oh, he’d almost squirm at that.

“I can imagine that,” he agreed, failing to contain a grin. “I do charge hourly and you’ll have to cover the expenses of my current projects to drop them, but we’ll set the payment details later on.”

They were done after the woman insisted on starting that same weekend.

“Have you ever gotten involved with the people you investigated?” was her last inquiry.

“That blows my cover, so, no.”

“But would you be willing to act? Like if someone needed to test if their wife was faithful?”

Toji had been offered similar deals a handful of times, easy to imagine with his looks, but the only one that went through was for a store owner looking to see if the girls at the counter would steal for him. Which they did.

He grinned after giving it a thought.

“Sure, for its right price.”

A chime filled the dimly lit dinner in the last minutes of your shift. It was dark outside when the cooks handed you a plate of tomato soup from the small kitchen.

The two tried some small talk when they held the door open for you, only to receive the usual quiet smile.

You couldn't bring yourself to be mean to them, but this way, it would be easier when you finally disappeared from the face of the earth.

Letting your hair down you exited the restaurant and walked over to the bus stop. Moving through the dark streets was easy now with your pepper spray gripped inside your pocket.

Your edge had gone down a few weeks ago, but the hairs on your neck were up that night, even though nothing seemed out of place.

The first sight when you finally opened the motel's door was of a full trashcan. Room service hadn't passed by that day, but you figured it was better if no one was snooping around your stuff when you weren't there.

When you found a place cheap enough in the next town over, it was too good of an opportunity to let it go. It made sense when one of your sisters called to let you know grandpa had passed away. Your grandfather wasn’t a good person and had always treated the kids and the wives roughly. For him, a man of questionable ethics, there wasn’t any sadness from you and you wouldn’t bother saying goodbye. So, you took it as fate and paid for a whole month in cash.

The urge of flopping face-down into the bed was great, but a reflection in the mirror caught your attention.

The hair color so unnatural to your own popped out in front of you. You inspected that your look was as unrecognizable as possible, like you had intended, before resuming your routine.

There was something specific about people who came to a private investigator for personal affairs. Toji would argue it was either craziness or lack of character.

When taking on a case for crazy, one had to be careful of them interfering in the jobs, so he would make sure to provide juicy information here and there, but not enough for them to know what his next move was.

Cheating husbands were his favorite. He was skillful at consoling a grieving wife, exclusively the ones that could afford him. For lack of excitement and transparency, he would not take any insurance claims or child custody cases. He was careful enough to avoid people from looking too deep into his practice.

Missing people were unusual cases, mostly because if the police couldn't do anything, those were people that didn't want to be found.

And for a moment he thought finding you would be harder than he thought. When he helped your sister file the missing person's report, he could go to the school but with no luck. You had dropped out with all necessary forms signed.

He moved over to the side of campus where most of your classes would take place, but asking around casually for you wasn’t giving him anything either. It seemed that you were hermetic enough.

"Excuse me," he had heard a small voice when he was close to giving up. "Are you her family?"

Toji turned to find a girl too embarrassed to look him straight in the eye, but the mention of your name was enough for her to approach him.

"Yeah," he said with a little smile. "Are you friends with her?"

"We were," she hesitated. "At least I thought so, she didn't really talk to anybody, but we were in most classes together".

"Did she say anything about where she was going?"

"I was going to ask you what happened to her," she had finally seen him for a whole sentence, eyes full of surprise. "She… didn't really talk, and the last day she came to class, she was pretty nasty to everyone".

Her slight lip quiver made Toji realize the girl really meant everyone. You were a little brat, weren't you?

It took a lot from him to not giggle at the thought.

"Sorry to hear that," he gave his honest attempt at an empathetic smile. "How about we go to the cafeteria and you can tell me more about what my cousin did?"

Her fluster was all the answer he needed. That was his way in.

After that, it didn't take him more than a week to be at the front of a makeshift motel on the side of the road.

“Hi, little bunny,” he whispered to himself when he got his first glance at you locking your room's door. Seems like you changed your hair and wore some glasses, but you couldn't fool his sharp eyes.

SECOND PART TBA.

note. ahhh this is inspired by a dream i had with this man. i plan this to be a short-chaptered series and to update in 1+ week. thank you for reading 💗

prod. jk (1) | jjk

chapter 1 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | epilogue

➔ When Jungkook’s not-so-ex-girlfriend blocks his number, the only way he can communicate with her is through the songs he writes and produces.

pairing: producer!jk x celeb!oc

genre: ex-lovers au, angst (kinda), eventual fluff (we’ll get there!)

wc: 2.4K (chapters are gonna get longer)

warnings: explicit language, implied sexual content, jungkook is a lovesick idiot, kinda slow burn-ish ?

a/n: heyy this is my first ever fic on tumblr woohoo! cross-posting from my wattpad account. this specific chapter was written back in december of last year (ohmygod time flies), so my writing has changed quite a bit from this. enjoy! <3

chapter 1 - seoul

For the first time in her life, Belle hated Seoul.

At first, Seoul seemed like a world beyond her imagination; the city of shining lights, busy streets, and heavy traffic. The city of opportunity (as told by her mother), the city she’d dreamed of stepping foot in.

Later, it became a place for work. Restless nights, busy mornings, never-ending days that she had grown to love.

But now? It was nothing more than a reminder of failure.

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asphodel

a hardy, herbaceous perennial with star-like white or yellow flowers growing on a single or branching tall spike

existing on the borders and aligned with the dark and unseen realms, it is a powerful ally for traversing unknown territories and navigating contradiction

the flower toji loved most until he met you

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series masterlist: part I / part II

One's Service | Toji Fushiguro x FemMafia!Reader

>> SYNOPSIS: "Let's make it clear, you belong to me, there's no room for negotiation. You're my little toy, I pay you to satisfy me, get any ideas and I won't hesitate to cut all ties and let you rot in debt." >> CONTENT WARNING: Violence, Alcohol, Stripper!Toji, Smut, Use of weapons, Mentions of death, Killing someone, Mentions of blood, Submissive Toji, Dominant Reader, Ex-boyfriend Gojo, one night stands, maybe some Gojo x Reader in here, Cheater Gojo, Strip club >> WORD COUNT: 1.6k >> A/N: Hello! I got this idea of how Toji will become the submissive one while Reader becomes dominant, it's kinda like switching their personalities per se. This story is a part based series so this first part won't really include some of the spicy things but I do hope you still enjoy it!

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"Oh? What a surprise." With the sound of heels tapping onto the hard concrete floor the night's air suddenly grew, the moon glowing down onto the old warehouse illuminating the inside. Muffled whimpering bounced off the walls as the woman struggled in her seat, her wrists tightly bound together as the rope left rashes and burns onto her skin, her eyes covered by a blindfold as her mouth was gagged by a piece of cloth. "I wasn't expecting you to be here, it seems you've gotten yourself in quite some trouble, huh? Here."

Reaching over you roughly pulled the cloth from her mouth earning a loud gasp to escape the woman's lips, her lips quivering in fear as she tried to silence her cries for help. "I-I-I did n-nothing wrong...!" Her words grew bitter as you heard them escape her lips, 'how pitiful' you thought as your eyes watched her struggle some more.

"Quit struggling you bitch." Pushing her backwards a loud thud echoed throughout the warehouse loud enough to alert people nearby. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the begging woman laying helplessly as her body was tied back, "don't try and act like the victim, it's been 6 fucking months and we still haven't gotten our payment yet." Your fingers entangled themselves into her hair gripping it tightly as you raised her face towards you, the blindfold was soaking wet with tears as more rushed down. This was normal to you, it was your job after all so her pleading for a hint of pity wasn't going to do anything.

"I'll have the payment soon! Please just give me more time-" Your palm slapped her across leaving a red mark where the impact was, "please! I-I have-"

"Oh boo hoo, you have a family waiting for you at home, you work 6 jobs, boo hoo." Putting some fake sympathy into your voice you pulled down onto the blindfold so you could see her features clearly, "I don't really give a fuck, you should've thought about that before you signed our little contract. We get rid of them and all you have to do is pay us back." Reaching to your back pocket you pulled out your gun and pressed the nozzle onto the woman's forehead, your fingers tightening on the trigger itching to just shoot her already.

"I have half of it! I-I can get you the other half if you just-" A small bullet pierced through the woman's skull instantly silencing her as blood oozed out from the bullet wound, her eyes frozen in shock as her pulse slowed until it came to a stop. Rolling your eyes you let go of her and watched as a pool of blood formed around her head being soaked by the collar of her shirt until it couldn't hold anymore.

Standing you kicked the corpse as a heavy sigh escaped your lips, "your voice is so annoying. Didn't even let me have some fun." Hearing the doors slide open light from the moon flooded in creating shadows of 2 men, "clean this up, will you? Don't leave any evidence behind, burn this place if you have to." Feeling a vibration in your pocket you pulled out a handkerchief as you looked at your notifications, a wave of disgust hit you as your eyes read the contact name: Gojo Satoru.

"Gojo has been contacting you for a while now, would you like me to send him the same refusal?" Shaking your head you pressed the phone to your ear and within moments you could hear your ex's voice yelling over the loud music and cheering women.

"(Y/N)~ Finally picked up my calls, how have you been my love?"

"The fuck you want Satoru, have you forgotten that we're nothing anymore?" Biting your tongue anger and frustration soon started to take over your body as the memory you had wished would burn suddenly reappeared in your mind. The sight of another woman in the bed that you and Gojo had shared would always trigger you, the fact he felt no remorse and simply acted as if it was normal was enough to fuel your anger.

"You're too hard on me baby, it wasn't that bad. You were gone for a few weeks and I can't just wait for you."

"You're such a fucking asshole you know that? If you're calling to talk it out then I'm hanging up."

"Oi, oi, oi! Wait a minute (Y/N), I need to talk to you about something. Meet me in our club, I'll buy you a few drinks too~" Hanging up your hand curled into a fist, you could beat up someone right now but the offer of free drinks made you surrender. As much as you hated the sight of the white-haired man that always had that cocky grin on his lips the sound of drinking your stress away seemed pleasant.

"Will you be meeting Mr Gojo today?"

"Yeah... Prepare the car for me."

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The smell of alcohol, cologne and perfume bombarded you as you stepped inside instantly your eyes focussed on the women dancing on the stage wearing only a bikini as groups of men and women threw money at them cheering on the lewd movement they performed. 'Of course, he'd spend his time here', cursing at Gojo your eyes roamed around the strip club, people chugging down alcohol as if it's the last they'd ever taste of it some walking in and out of the backrooms with some of the strippers for private sessions.

Shirtless men balanced out the number of half-naked women, you could hear the howling and cheering of the people as the employees did what they were asked in exchange for money. Lap dances, make-out sessions even having sex in the private rooms all in exchange for money.

"(Y/N)!" Looking over to where you heard your name you saw Gojo sitting by a table, his white hair styled down as he wore black sunglasses that hid his bright blue eyes you used to love dearly. In his arms were two women their arms wrapping around the crook of his neck as they snuggled close to him. "God damn you look so fucking sexy."

"Cut the flirting, what do you want?" Sliding down onto the leather couch in front of him you watched as he kissed the women goodbye whispering something in their ears before sending them away. The first 2 buttons of his light blue shirt were popped open exposing his chest with trails of lipsticks and even hickeys, 'he has no fucking shame does he?' "Get to the point Satoru, I don't want to see your face any longer."

"As much as that stings (Y/N) I have someone I think you'll like." Throwing an envelope onto the table you reached for it and read through the documents that have been compiled for you, quickly glossing over your eyes became fixated on the profile that was also attached. His black hair was styled down barely brushing over his dark green eyes, a small scar on the edge of his lips only complimented his features, his body seemed built with muscles only making his features more attractive. He was hot. You weren't going to lie.

"Who the hell even is this guy?"

"His name is Zenin Toji but he changed it to Fushiguro Toji, my guys have seen him struggling with money and if you're interested you could... give him a job opportunity." Shaking your head you placed the documents back inside and handed them back to Gojo, you were in a business where people pay you not the other way around.

"I must be stupid if I'd pay this guy."

"Mmm, I don't know (Y/N), you might find him pretty appealing." Seeing an employee stop by at your table he placed down two drinks for you and Gojo to enjoy. Taking the glass to your lips the cool and sweet beverage eased your muscles as you sat back and savoured the drink you'd been given, "he works here and is pretty popular with the people but he's practically being used, they don't pay him enough but quitting wouldn't do him any good either."

"And? Do you expect me to care just because he's struggling?"

"Just think about it (Y/N). If you buy him you basically own your own sex toy, you can fuck him whenever you want and he has no choice but to stay since he's that desperate for money." Taking another sip you pulled out your phone and started texting your driver to pick you up only to be stopped by Gojo who'd taken your phone from your hands.

"Piss off, I'm not some horny bitch like you, now give me my phone I want to leave and go back home." Gojo's lips curled into a shit-eating grin one you were all too familiar with, "Satoru-" Leaning in Gojo's lips met yours his tongue quickly slipping in before you pushed him away, your cheeks a vibrant red as your mind tried to process what just happened.

"I missed that so much. I miss you so much, baby girl." Leaning in to get another kiss you pulled back and sighed lightly, even as mad as you are with what happened between you two there was still a piece of you that longed to be with Gojo. But you can't, you had a reputation to uphold and getting back with your ex only to be broken up with again wasn't going to turn out positively.

"I'm going, I'll think about Fushiguro."

synopsis: you try to coexist with the monstrous and inappropriate sukuna, the demon who lives under and in your bed

word count: 2.3k

genre: fem!reader, au, smut, soft comedy (we will get to fluff but it ain’t at the beginning)

warnings: non-con, dub-con, graphic smut, 1st person pov, profanity, demon/paranormal stuff (more to be added)

a/n: welcome to my first series! i only planned on sticking to 1st person POV but sukuna just sounded better in third so deal with it lol (98% of this fic will stay in Y/N’s POV) also the mention of sorcerer isn’t canonical to JJK, i loosely based it off psychic mediums and paranormal things. i took many creative liberties and i’m roughly discovering the story as I go! (three *** indicate the passage of time)

bedfellows parts: to be added

Sukuna POV

It was a night like any other until Y/n dangled her foot over the edge of the bed. An unconscious and benign mistake.

Shadows began shifting under the bed, forming into a black clawed hand. The hand reached up, playfully stroking Y/n’s ankle to test the waters. A human’s energy was laid bare when sleeping, prime for inducing. The entity felt her energy seeping through, a delicious essence of life. Something he never had yet always hungered for. His fingers glided down the arch before resting his thumb on the sole of her foot, pressing in. Sharp nail pricking into the skin and drawing blood, a vicious smile appeared in the dark.

It is done.

Sukuna’s deep voice slithered around the room. “Nice pyjamas, no pants I see.”

Y/N remained motionless. Chest slowly rising and falling under the oversized t-shirt. She wasn’t going to rise to the bait, how boring. Time to play with his food instead.

Sukuna’s lethal fingers curled around Y/n’s ankle, charged with such power he could taste it on his tongue. In one tug, he threw her entire body out from under the sheets onto the hardwood floor. He erupted into menacing laughter and dissipated into thin air. Rudely awoken and dishevalled, Y/n slowly hauled herself up onto her knees. “Fuck.”

Children were taught to fear the monsters under their bed. But Y/n had grown up with them, and she was too dazed to deal with this now so she padded back to her bed.

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Y/n POV

“Are there haunted items in this apartment by any chance?”

As if on queue, the light above the table flickered with a dilated hum. Figures. Seated at the living room table, my land lady decided to drop by for a visit. But it was prime time for an interrogation, and I needed answers.

There was something dark in this place. I could feel it.

“You ask that like it’s a normal question.” Miyu laughed into her tea before setting it down. She was a kindly 60 year old lady. Her lips pressed into a pensive line, eyes drifting around in thought. “From what I can recall, the mattress might be haunted?”

A long stretch of silence passed. The joke never came.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I said flatly. No wonder the apartment was so cheap. I got scammed! Miyu’s eyes flashed voraciously, baring her teeth in a wicked chuckle. This was nothing but fun and games to her.

“The last tenant had no trouble.” Miyu waved a hand. “You’re a sorceror right? This is nothing you can’t handle.”

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺

pairing: King of Curses, Ryōmen Sukuna x f!reader

summary: troubles at work, debts left by your family and your broken heart flood your thoughts until the fateful evening of his appearance. He claims to be the most powerful being alive and that you — in your past life a saint — his enemy. He says he wants to make you happy and plunge you into despair once you regain hope — but is there hope for a woman like you?

genre: romance, smut, enemies to lovers, true form!Sukuna, reincarnation au

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chapters:

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