also sorry for not sticking to my update schedule, life is lifing real bad rn!! Ch 3 of adgth is mostly done but I don’t wanna post shit from a butt just for the sake of posting sooo :/
sleeping around with the staff at your shitty waitressing job can't go that wrong...right?
synopsis: feelings and fucking should be kept separate. especially in the work place. so how come it hurts so bad to watch the hot bartender who brought you home last weekend flirt with pretty customers? and how far will you go to get over him - or under someone else?
pairings: Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Nanami x Reader
content: mdni, smut and angst and fluff, restaurant AU, waitress!reader, bartender!Geto, waiter!Gojo, chef!Sukuna, manager!Nanami, also includes food runner!Choso, casual sex, friends-with-benefits, flirting, teasing, tension, emotional hurt, reader does not have great self esteem
divider by @saradika-graphics !!
Getting fucked in the backseat of the bartender's car before your shift was stupid. Even dumber when it was in the back of the parking lot, out there where anyone taking a smoke break could see if they happened to walk out.
But when it was Suguru's hands on your body? His soft murmur in your ear?
You melted. Took whatever affection he gave you and treasured it, tucked his kisses away into some secret part of your heart and tried to savor whatever moments like this you stole.
"You're so pretty," He hummed, purring softly and nipping at your ear, cock buried to the hilt while you clenched and cried his name. Nodding along like an idiot while you bit back moans.
"You're prettier," You breathlessly whispered back, barely able to get any air in your lungs. Your wrists were wrapped around his neck, fingers tangled in his dark hair while your soft thighs straddled his sturdier ones.
He smirked, and it still made your heart flutter. Face heat up and all the words inside you jumble together into something incoherent.
There were a few moments in life you wanted to bottle. To shove in an airtight jar so you could relive it - make the seconds stretch and never end. Capture the way the sun hit his face, how even the light loved him, highlighted the slope of his nose and the curve of his lips.
But you only got so many seconds.
"I like you," You half-squeaked, just to get cut off with a kiss that left you crumbling. Putty in his palms and soaked in his lap, squirming as his tongue pushed past your teeth.
You'd been sleeping together for half a year - always in these rushed meetings or after closing, just wherever he could pull your panties down or bend you over. Finishing in condoms or leaving you with cum leaking down your thighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and fixing your hair before hurrying off to whatever he had to do next. And still, you never quite got used to what it felt like when he was inside you, how warm he was, how tender he could be when he felt like it.
It wasn't like you were popular at school. Or life.
Most of your friendships fizzled out. It wasn't that you were bullied - not really. Just, forgotten, you guessed. Always more attached to other people than they were to you. Guys usually lost interest after a date or two. Swept away by someone more talkative or charming, who'd smile at them and say the right things at the right moments.
You didn't blame them.
Who'd choose you?
You wouldn't say you were that bad in the personality department - just that there were so many people who were better.
Honestly, you'd barely even worked up the courage to apply here in the first place when you pushed through the door and saw the other waitresses in their uniforms. The building was from the sixties, remodeled to put in a bar and replace the booths with new leather, but all the girls still wore the vintage little dresses with the aprons tied tight around their waist. For the atmosphere, the owner explained. Same reason they didn't have any POS systems installed - just tickets and an old cash register that creaked every time it popped open. Definitely not because they were cheap.
You would've walked out if you hadn't heard how much they brought home in tips every night. And you desperately needed the money.
Suguru had been there that first shift, offering a smooth smile and winking at you while you shadowed one of the other girls. Gave you his number four days later after you tipped him out on your own. Fucked you in the bathroom stall two weeks after that, dress bunched around your hips the way it was now, telling you how cute you were.
It was a little embarrassing to realize you'd do anything he wanted whenever he wanted. You just wanted his eyes on you.
"Angel," He murmured into your skin, low and seductive, enough to make the heat in your stomach soar higher. You liked his pet names. Liked feeling special. Could convince yourself that you meant more than a casual fuck when he spoke to you with so much adoration.
"Y-yeah?" You stammered, glossy-eyed and blinking too fast when you met his eyes. He was looking past you though, towards the dash.
You glanced over your shoulder to follow his stare.
Three minutes until you had to clock in.
"Oh," You exhaled, shaky and more than a little disappointed.
He smiled at you again though, soft and charming and so intensely intimate that you forgot about the sadness that was still simmering under your skin.
"I'll make it quick," He promised, and he delivered.
A thumb working over your clit, crammed in the tight space between your bodies in the close quarters, practiced circles searing into you with the sort of pressure that left you whining and scrunching your eyes shut, focused too much on clawing for that high that you missed the knock on the window until you were halfway unraveled. Panting and grinding your hips down on Suguru's cock, his own breath stalling when he finished in the condom.
No, you didn't notice until you were coming back down, only glancing out the slightly-tinted windows to make sure no one was watching just to realize someone was.
Gojo was grinning.
One corner of his lips curled higher than the other, entertained by the free porn, apparently.
You gasped, hurrying to stuff your tits back inside your dress and button it up again.
"It's just Satoru," Suguru shrugged when he noticed, unbothered.
He might not care - but you sure fucking did. They were the kind of best friends that loved to bicker, sometimes just over stupid stuff, small arguments that would end in them laughing. But there were blow-out fights you only heard about afterwards, both of them ignoring each other for days or dragging the rest of the restaurant into it.
Gojo was smiling now - but the last thing you needed was your sex life used as ammunition in their next fight.
You struggled to climb off of him, cheeks burning with the embarrassment as you fumbled to reach over and grab your stuff from the front seat so you could get out through the other side. You nearly fell face-first on the pavement, scraping your knees on the gravel before you stood and dusted yourself off, smoothing down your skirt and praying you didn't look like you'd been being fucked stupid less than sixty seconds ago.
"Sorry," Gojo called out, equal parts awkward and amused. "Didn't mean to, uh, interrupt."
Keeping your head forward was hard. Struggling not to look behind you and see whatever was written on his face when you knew it'd just hurt your feelings more.
Suguru laughed, a low chuckle that usually created butterflies only stomping on them now when you suspected he was just laughing at you.
"I didn't know you were sleeping with her," Gojo commented, probably thinking you were out-of-earshot already.
"Is it important?" Suguru retorted.
You weren't an idiot.
He didn't have to say it any other way.
You weren't important.
The sad thing was, you knew you'd still come the next time he called. Would still be a willing participant if he pulled you into the supply closest and pulled your panties down.
Although they were awkwardly sticking to your thighs now, damp from being shoved aside to make room for his cock earlier. You tried to ignore it, tried to pretend you didn't feel half as humiliated as you were when you pushed open the back door to clock in.
"You're two minutes late," Nanami brusquely greeted you right as you signed your initials by the timesheet. He was looking down at his watch, something expensive-looking, not that you knew any brands.
"Sorry," You mumbled, chewing the inside of your cheek when you glanced up at him. He still wasn't looking at you, a thin pair of glasses pushed up his nose as he exhaled hard.
He walked away before you could make up an excuse.
You pushed your bag underneath the counter, pulling out your apron and server book, pretty pink pens already tucked in the pocket while you tied the thin strings around your waist.
One of the waitresses passed you by, her shoulder knocking into yours and nearly spilling a drink on you in the process. Probably would've if Choso hadn't been there to tug you away by your wrist.
You hadn't even noticed him standing behind you with a tray of food in his hand - about to deliver it to a table. You blanked on who to apologize to first for being in their way, but it was a little too late.
"Watch where you're standing," Yorozu grimaced, nose crinkling as she glanced at you with nothing short of disgust. "You really showed up to work like that?"
Automatically, you looked down at yourself, panicking at the thought of cum or some other stain somehow ending up on your dress before she snickered at you. Choso had walked off - and you were starting to wish you had too.
"Don't be a bitch," Gojo groaned as he squeezed past you to pencil in his initial on the timesheet. Suguru wasn't anywhere in sight. Would Nanami get onto him for being late?
His blue-eyed best friend was currently throwing a nasty look back at Yorozu while he fixed his own apron. She huffed at him, obviously irritated before she walked back out to take care of tables - or pretend to be doing busy work. Slowly, his attention shifted to you, offering a charming smile like he was on your side.
"You always look pretty," He winked. Winked. Something in your brain short-circuited.
Gojo was a flirt. A playboy who would bat his lashes and laugh at the worst jokes just to get good tips. Lean across the table and eyefuck whichever pretty girl came in just to sit in his section so they'd come back again and again. But even when his eyes would linger on you a little longer than they should, or when he'd stand too close when you were pouring sodas, he'd never suggested anything more than hanging out sometime or asking how your day was. Maybe throw in a sweetheart or princess if he was in a good mood.
"You don't have to defend me," You awkwardly added, feeling weird at the even slightest possibility he was genuinely hitting on you. Especially after he just caught you fucking his best friend.
He liked stupid pranks, playing dumb jokes, pulling whatever string he had to for the sake of his own amusement. You didn't want to be one of them.
"Don't want me to be your knight in shining armor?" He teased, gesturing down to his collared shirt and laughing again. "Or y'know, uniform?"
You didn't know what to say.
Like, literally.
Just staring at him, lips slightly parted as you tried to find something that didn't sound utterly stupid to someone who'd be ready to respond to anything in .02 seconds.
But then Yuki popped out, waving you over.
"Hey, you just got sat at table eight, alright?"
Two hours into your shift, you were stressed and sweating, hustling from table to table and being bombarded with questions and requests when you weren't being harassed about your tickets by the kitchen staff every time you tried to explain the food wasn't right or when the customers sent something back.
"There's nothing fucking wrong with this," Sukuna grumbled at you, pushing the plate back across the pass-through while you frowned and tried to nudge it back. Sweat was already pricking above his brows, a tight scowl already formed there, knitting them together tightly. You kind of expected him to like, bite your hand off when you pushed it back onto his side again.
"She didn't want salt on it," You cleared your throat, genuinely about to gag on your own anxiety, physically sick at sticking up for yourself.
"Is she stupid?"
Arguing with customers was one thing - they were usually wrong. Or wouldn't come back. And if you really pissed them off, then the worst that would happen was a complaint lodged to the manager, who was always too preoccupied with more serious stuff to actually reprimand you. Arguing with the back of house staff?
Yeah, you'd rather crawl into a hole and die.
Because tomorrow, when you clocked back in, Sukuna would still be back there, glaring at you and possibly spitting into your food on the rare occasion you ordered yourself something.
"Probably," You threw your hands up, exasperated and exhausted, but it wasn't like Sukuna would have any empathy. You weren't even sure he had emotions.
"I swear, if I have to remake this shit again-"
"I'll fix it," Choso muttered, grabbing the plate and walking back around the counter while Sukuna scoffed at him.
"Thanks," You exhaled, your foot still tapping the ground impatiently while you glanced back right as the door swung open, Gojo carrying an empty tray. He smiled at you, all cute and crooked, and your stomach did another flip.
You'd kill to get cut first and go home.
But realistically? You knew you'd give in if someone else asked first and end up staying until after closing because it was easier to fold than stand up for yourself.
You kept looking anxiously back towards the swinging door, trying to peek at your tables every time someone passed through it, making mental notes of who needed refills and what you had to do next.
"Is it for table ten?" Choso called out behind you, and you absentmindedly nodded before remembering you actually had to speak while he was distracted in the kitchen.
"Oh, um, yeah," You awkwardly replied, rubbing underneath your eyes like you'd be to wipe away your discomfort with it. Someone was staring. The hair on the back of your neck literally raising while two eyes basically burned holes in your back.
"I'll take it out if you want to check on your other customers," He offered, and you just nodded again despite the fact you were sorta hiding back here.
Still, you forced your feet to move, squeezing past the bustling servers and busboys and customers trying to find the bathroom or order drinks at the bar.
Stopping by your tables with a practiced smile and pushing the nerves down your throat as you recited your rehearsed spiel on if the food was good and if they needed anything and pretending to laugh when they said something stupid like a million bucks.
You didn't even let it show when someone ordered a whiskey sour and you realized you'd have to go ask Suguru to make it since the other bartender was on her break.
He was already in the middle of mixing another drink, chuckling at something a cute blonde in a short dress was saying. Her elbows were on the counter, leaning over and excitedly chattering, and when he sat a pretty cocktail in front of her, you watched his fingers skim over her wrist.
Suguru didn't even notice you. Or maybe he did - and it just didn't matter.
Because as she scribbled her number down on a napkin, he took it. Pocketed it. Promised he'd call her this weekend.
You felt like a fucking moron.
Standing there and just watching them flirt, how her fingers reached over to brush against his, listening to her giggle and offer to give him a sip of her drink, right where the glossy lipstick stain was on the rim.
"Hey," Gojo greeted you, his hip bumping into yours as he took the spot next to you. "Busy night, huh?"
You weren't good at small talk. Any talk. Glancing around at the still mostly-full restaurant, on the tail-end of the dinner rush as some of the tables started to leave.
"Yeah," You mumbled.
"What are you doing after work?" He eagerly grinned, looking down at you with expectation in his eyes. What for, you weren't sure.
"Studying?" You shrugged, glancing back to where Suguru was still too distracted to realize either of you were there.
"Come over." Like you were friends instead of just coworkers. "We can watch a movie or order pizza-"
"You're asking me?"
He laughed. You still felt like the punchline.
"Yeah, you," Gojo insisted, his body pressing more into yours, leaning down, although you still had to look up to meet his eyes.
"Need something?" Suguru interrupted, and you nearly jumped out of your skin, startled.
"Um, a whiskey sour for table seven," You muttered, refusing to look at him when you were already on the verge of an anxiety attack.
You broke away from both of them, mumbling some other excuse under your breath as you went to take more food to your tables, only stopping back by the bar to grab the finished drink without sparing Suguru a glance.
But Gojo wasn't done.
And when you got the first real gap in service you had all night, you walked back to the small supply room in the back to try to catch your breath under the guise of grabbing a new notepad just for him to follow on your heels.
"Gojo-"
"Suguru told me you had a boyfriend," He drawled, slow, not quite sure. Tentatively prodding at the subject to see if you'd flinch.
You didn't know if you should believe him - you never had a boyfriend. Ever. And what was the point in lying about something so dumb when Suguru didn't see you as more than just a convenient way to get laid?
"I don't," You mumbled, struggling to reach the extra notepads off the top shelf before he easily snagged the box for you and brought it down.
"You want one?" He offered, and it clicked when you couldn't decide if he was talking about the notepads or being your boyfriend. He was trying to make you laugh. Doing a bad job at it, sure, but still trying.
Probably pitied the poor girl that fell for his friend.
How many times had he seen it happen? What number in line were you?
"Come on," He grinned. You were cornered. Glancing between all the shelves of straws and napkins, then down to his feet. "Why not?"
"Why?" You asked, your voice small.
"I like you," He shrugged. "Duh."
"I don't like you." You blinked when you paused, realizing how it came out then cringing. "Not like that."
"You never tried."
Why would you?
He could have any girl he wanted. Why would he settle?
"I don't know-"
"Want me to beg?" Did he want to beg? Gojo pretended to pout, pushing out his bottom lip and clasping his hands together like he was ready to drop to his knees.
As much as you shouldn't, it was sorta nice to feel like someone liked you enough to try.
"Just a movie tonight?" You hesitated, chewing on the inside of your cheek.
And when the corner of his lips twitched back up, you felt more like a small mouse caught between his paws.
"Yeah," Gojo confirmed, bright blue eyes twinkling even under the flickering yellow light. "A movie."
He finally handed over the notepad, his fingers lingering over yours, and you couldn't breathe. Couldn't force yourself to inhale no matter how hard you tried.
"O-okay," You finally managed to stammer.
"Suguru drove you today, didn't he?" He asked, and you awkwardly nodded again. "We can just ride together and I'll take you home after."
Plans made that probably shouldn't be.
But you just tried to smile back at him.
"Um, sure."
"I'll break the news to him," He happily hummed, clearly pleased with himself. You doubted he'd wipe the smug smirk off his face by the time he talked to Suguru.
And whatever he said to Suguru apparently pissed the latter off considering by the time closing hit, he was already gone. Had left the other bartender to finish up cleaning glasses and checking out tabs before you could even tip him out.
Was this how it ended?
No fight? No argument? Just one last fuck and you'd be forgotten?
Was it his apartment he'd return to? Or would he call that girl on the car ride back and end up in her bed?
Your brain couldn't shut off the valve leaking all the nasty thoughts out while you wiped down tables and set up for opening tomorrow. Silverware was already rolled, menus wiped down, dressings stocked. A checklist you'd completed enough times to be robotic at it now, hurrying from one item to the next.
You had just finished mopping, a wet floor sign out and the floor still slick while Gojo penciled in his time out on the sheet.
"Hey, I'll wait for you in the car, okay?" He paused, his voice low in your ear, a hand pressing against your spine.
"Sure, um, see you," You swallowed hard, nerves returning in full force at the realization you'd be alone in a car with him in just a few minutes. He walked away with a wave and what felt like the hundredth wink of the night.
This was a mistake. He was a mistake. But then Suguru's face flashed across your mind - his voice purring pretty things in your ear he might be telling another girl now.
And you wondered if it'd be so bad to make a mistake. To stop thinking so hard and see where it leads. So what if Gojo just wanted to have sex with you?
It was your fault for thinking anyone ever actually wanted more.
He might be trying to fuck over Suguru by sleeping with you. But you were using him too - whether you were under or on top of him.
You walked around to the kitchen area, pushing around the mop bucket and trying not to grimace when you had to slip past where Sukuna was cleaning the grill, his previously clean white shirt now splattered with stains and grease.
"You done with dumb and dumber?" Sukuna scoffed, fixing you in a scrutinizing stare, mouth twitching in annoyance.
"What?" You glanced back at him, a small frown already forming on your face.
He didn't look towards the door. Didn't look away at all.
Just stared at you like you were stupid for not seeing what he did.
summary: You got what you wanted...right?
Caleb’s eyes grow soft, the first real sign of warmth you’ve gleaned from him since being caught. “Is there another me in this world?”
You secretly clone your childhood friend, thinking that he’s dead.
He’s not.
summary: You got what you wanted...right?
Caleb’s eyes grow soft, the first real sign of warmth you’ve gleaned from him since being caught. “Is there another me in this world?”
You secretly clone your childhood friend, thinking that he’s dead.
He’s not.
thank you for all the kind feedback on adgth!! this is my first time trying to write sci-fi and Caleb is a pretty complex character, so to hear that this makes sense and doesn’t read like an incoherent mess is reassuring lmfao
summary: You have been the center point of his universe since the day he was born. Which isn’t all that long ago, all things considered. The sheer magnitude of his inner turmoil makes him marvel at how miraculously oblivious you’ve been to his progenitor after all this time.
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You secretly clone your childhood friend, thinking that he’s dead.
He’s not.
