summary : as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits, rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?
tags : smau with written parts, band au, fluff, humor, angst
pairings : gojo satoru x f!reader, maki zenin x f!reader, megumi fushiguro x f!reader | multiple endings
warnings : swearing, suggestive, alcohol, smoking, bad communication?, not healthy relationships?, characters have flaws basically, all characters are aged up
status : over!!
started : march 9th 2024
schedule : i'll try twice a week but no promises <3
taglist : closed
dividers by cafekitsune
[disclaimer: the way y/n is depicted is just for the outfits and poses and isn't meant to show how the reader actually looks like, she can look however you want her to :) ]
satoru ending (wc : 1.6k ; cw : hospital room, brief description of the crash, mentions of death)
in your hospital bed, you feel small, you look small too. you're paler than usual, dark circles surround your tired eyes. you broke your left arm and now a cast envelops it.
“never scare me like that again” and a couple “i love you”s can be read on the white bandages, written by yuuji and kugisaki. flowers, ballons and a teddy bear decorate your room.
the doctor came by earlier, you're going to be okay. you should be out of the hospital in a few days. the police came too but megumi told them to come back tomorrow. you’re thankful he did.
megumi, yuuji and kugi look exhausted but they're smiling, you don’t have the heart to ask them to leave so you can rest. their presence is comforting, you’ll sleep later.
your ribs hurt when you breathe and even worse when you laugh, but you still reward yuuji’s poor attempts at lightening the mood with a chuckle. you can tell he needs it, you all need it.
when you recognized the driver as satoru’s former assistant, your heart missed a beat. you asked her to stop the car, but she started ranting to you, accusing you of ruining her life, of using people then discarding them.
you were so scared, you really thought you were going to die in that car. she kept speeding while not focusing on the road. going on and on about how you were a terrible person. and when she swerved off the road to avoid another car, you saw your life flash before your eyes. you saw the faces of everyone you would never get to see again. satoru’s face.
you’ll never forget the fear you felt when the car flipped over.
your thoughts are interrupted by frantic knocks on the bedroom door, megumi invites them in.
satoru walks in, he looks like a shell of himself, his hair is messy, his eyes are red.
“we’ll leave you two alone.” megumi says to you, his hand on your shoulder, before gesturing for everyone else to leave the room.
he sits down in the chair next to your bed, panic still evident in his eyes. “how are you feeling?”
“better now that you’re here.” you give him a soft smile, taking his hand in yours. you see him visibly relax.
“are you in pain?”
“a little, but i’m okay don’t worry.”
“i’ll always worry about you.”
“i know.” you say with a small smile.
“i was so scared.” the words hang in the air, raw and vulnerable. he’s staring down at your joined hands. “it’s my fault it happened. i never thought she’d take it this far, i’m so sorry.”
even if it hurts to speak, you need to say this. for him.
“how could you have guessed that your ex-assistant was insane to the point of stalking me for months and pretend to be my uber to confront me, or kill me i don’t really know what was her plan… that she would lose control of the car and that we’d have an accident. even a psychic couldn’t predict that satoru.”
hearing it out loud, it sounds ridiculous. satoru chuckles halfheartedly, wiping off a stray tear, but he stays silent.
“do you know why i was in that car?” you say barely above a whisper, squeezing his fingers to get his attention. he turns his head to look at you, you can clearly see the tears in his eyes now. he shakes his head.
“because you had an interview?”
“it’s funny because i was doing the interview, answering the same old questions and i started talking about my love for music, how it’s my passion and the only thing i want to do in life, how i feel like it’s what i was born to do you know?” he nods along, “but while i was rambling on and on, something felt wrong, it was different from all the other times i’d given that same speech. because all i could think about was you. that’s how i feel about you too. i love you, and i’m tired of pretending i don’t.”
his eyes widen, bottom lip quivering as he starts full on crying, tears streaming down his face and you panic, trying to wipe them away.
“i didn’t want to make you cry! i’m sorry satoru! i take it ba-” before you can finish your sentence, he places his hand on your mouth.
“don’t even think about taking it back.” he sniffles, melting into your touch, your hand still on his cheek. “i’m just a little emotional today, i’m fine. i love you too, more than you can even imagine.” he takes his hand off your mouth.
you exhale deeply, relieved to see he stopped crying. “okay, good…”
he takes both of your hands in his, looking into your eyes as he speaks. “i know it’s probably not what you want, given how much you love what you do and how hard you worked for all of this, but i need to say it. if this was the one thing that makes you want to quit, i get it. because a part of me wants to convince you to quit too. i don’t think i could stand losing you, these past few hours have felt like a living hell, and i would give up on everything if it meant keeping you safe, next to me. so just say the word, now or in 5 months, and i’ll leave it all behind, for you. If you’ll let me, of couse.” he looks down where your hands are joined, his voice trembling slightly. “but if you choose to keep going, i swear to protect you, i won’t let anything like this happen ever again.”
you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words and the sincerity in his eyes. “i’ll think about it,” you say softly. “i’m probably going to take a break but i don’t want to quit. i’m not saying i’ll never change my mind, but i love what i do too much.” you give him a reassuring smile. “and how likely is it that i’d get stalked twice, right?” you chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood.
he shakes his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips but worry still clear on his face.
“i’ve never seen you so serious ‘toru. come on, smile.” you say with a pout, poking his cheek where his dimple usually is. his smile grows a bit but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. still, it’s good enough for now. your voice hoarse, you say warmly, “oh there it is.”
you scoot over to the side of the bed, tapping on the covers to invite him to join you.
“come. you can’t say no, i almost died today.”
“i wouldn't dream of saying no.”
he climbs on, careful not to touch your cast, he wraps his arms around you, gently, like he’s afraid of breaking you.
in his embrace, the tension that has been gripping your body since the accident begins to ease. the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calms you down. you finally feel safe, for the first time since the crash. the hospital room and the pain fade away, and all that remains is the warmth of his body against yours.
you close yours eyes, his fingers trace soothing patterns on your arm.
“can i tell you a story?” his voice is soft, gentle.
you nod, “sure.”
“do you remember when we met?”
“yeah,” you say, a chuckle escaping despite the pain. “i thought you were an asshole.”
he coughs, clearing his throat awkwardly. “well, i was… but…”
“but?” you ask, curiosity piqued.
“but,” he continues, “the moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be someone important to me. you had this fire in your eyes, this determination. even though you were giving me the cold shoulder, i couldn’t help but be drawn to you.”
you tilt your head, gazing up at him. “really? i always thought you just enjoyed getting under my skin.”
he laughs warmly, the sound a comforting wave against your back. “maybe a little. but that was just my way of trying to get close to you. i remember watching you from across the room that first night, thinking, ‘i have to get to know her.’ there was something about you, something that called me.”
the memory of that night comes back to you. “you were so cocky, acting like you owned the place.”
he chuckles a bit sheepishly, a whine escaping his lips, “i’m sorryyyy, i was trying to impress you and it backfired. i really didn’t want to make a fool of myself…”
“and yet you did.” you tease lightly.
“and look where that got me.” he grins, tightening his hold on you.
there’s a moment of silence before he speaks up again, “so… am i your boyfriend now?”
you hum, “hm if you’d do me the honor yes.”
“and you’re my girlfriend?” he whispers into your neck, you can feel him smile against your skin.
“that’s usually how it works yes.” you mumble as you drift off to sleep in his arms.
fun facts :
satoru's the one who changed his contact name to "my pest"
they moved in together a few months after the accident
satoru's already thinking about proposing after one year together and yn has to keep reminding him that they don't have to rush it
megumi and yn still see each other often despite not living together anymore, and they keep working together too
author's note
ignore if some things dont make sense :3
satoru got his happy ending, megumi and maki are next dw !! 😗😗
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as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?
Part thirty-eight - the end
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part thirty - 24 hours too late (wc : 1.4k ; cw : blood)
sitting on megumi’s bed, his arms are wrapped protectively around your shoulders, your head is resting in the crook of his neck, finding comfort in his scent as he rubs slow, soothing circles on your back. the tears have stopped, replaced by an aching numbness, the only sound in the room is your occasional sniffle.
you wipe your cheek, your voice is a little hoarse and you mumble “i’m sorry… i think your shirt's soaked in tears.”
his hold tightens as he whispers “it’s okay, i don’t mind.”
there’s a beat of silence before he speaks again, “do you want some water?”
you hum in affirmation, your throat sore. “please.”
reluctantly, he untangles himself from you and stands up to get you a glass. he heads toward the kitchen, once he’s out of your sight he exhales deeply, as if he’d been holding his breath since you came home.
your mind drifts, you can’t help but wonder if things somehow got worse since you last checked social media, you look around for your phone but it’s nowhere to be found, so you settle for megumi’s.
weird.
he got a text from kugi a few hours ago. ‘if you don’t tell her today, i will’
tell what? to whom?
you hesitate for a moment before curiosity overcomes you, you unlock his phone to read through his texts with her.
your pulse quickens, a knot forming in your throat. the words seem to blur together, your hands trembling as you piece together the truth. your eyes widen as the realization crashes over you.
it can’t be real.
as you stare, dumbfounded, at the screen, megumi walks through the door “here you-”
“what did you do” your voice is cold, your eyes are piercing through him.
he feels his heart drop, the words are hard to get out “w-what are you talking about?”
“don’t. i saw the texts.” you spit the words out, your tone cutting through the air like a knife.
he shakily puts down the glass on his desk, taking a deep breath before speaking. “i didn’t think- i’m so sorry…”
“you’re sorry??” you get up from the bed, you don’t mean to but you’re already raising your voice. “well, as long as you’re sorry… who cares that the entire world thinks i’m a slut, right?”
his lips tighten into a thin line. “let’s talk about it tomorrow, you’re tired and obviously hungover and- and we’ll both think more clearly after some sleep…” he reaches out, attempting to walk you to your room but you stand your ground.
“no, let’s talk now.” your voice is firm, you cross your arms, waiting for him to speak.
he runs a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words, if there exists any that’ll excuse what he did. he sits down on the bed. “i’m so sorry, i don’t know what crossed my mind. i- i saw you and gojo and i got so angry? it’s blurry i can’t remember clearly, before i knew it, it was done.” as he finishes speaking, he looks up at you, hoping to see you face soften, looking for a hint of understanding in your expression.
“so… it just happened? that’s your explantation? you got mad and now my life is ruined?” he doesn’t respond, his silence a clear admission of guilt and as you speak again your voice cracks “why megumi?”
he sighs, his head in his hands, “fuck.”
that’s not how he thought he would tell you, not how he wanted to tell you. you deserve better than this. when he looks up at you, his are eyes are glistening, tears on the verge of falling. “i- i love you. i’ve loved you for as long as i’ve known you, i’m sure. these past few years, seeing you run around with guys like sukuna, like gojo, who treat you like you’re worth nothing, it drove me crazy.”
your jaw falls slack, it’s everything you’ve wanted to hear, 24 hours too late. you choose to ignore the part where he basically calls you a whore, for now.
“you could’ve just told me.” in a moment of weakness, you cup his cheek, your touch gentle despite the anger boiling under your skin. a few tears fall from his lashes.
“i’m so sorry, please believe me. if i could undo it, i would” he takes a deep breath, his voice breaking. “i tried telling you but you were never available.”
as if you got burned, you pull your hand back. “is that how you see me? not ‘available’? am i an object to you?”
as he wipes his tears, frustration creeps into his tone and he rolls his eyes. “you know that’s not what i meant. and don’t act like you’re so pure.”
“what?” your fists clench at your sides, you want to punch him. you’re pretty sure you’re going to if he doesn’t stop talking.
“look at yourself y/n, your neck is covered in hickeys, you look like a fucking teenager. with gojo? of all people?”
“you wanna talk about my sex life, let’s talk about it.” you’re pacing now, the adrenaline coursing through you makes it hard to contain your rage. “yeah we had sex. cause he has the balls to tell me he likes me.” you pause, your breath coming in sharp, angry gasps. “and you know what? it wasn’t the first time!” you’re looking down on him as you continue, “what are you going to do? tweet it??”
he scoffs, “you’ll really sleep with anyone who gives you the slightest bit of attention. first sukuna, then gojo… are you that insecure? or are you just that easy?” his voice is a harsh, accusatory whisper.
he stands up, pointing his finger at you, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and hurt “who’s next huh? geto? yuta?”
“anyone except you right?” your voice trembles, your eyes are filling with unshed tears yet you can’t help but laugh bitterly. “do you hear yourself right now megumi? and i’m the insecure one?” you push against his chest, hands shaking. his jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he glares down at you.
“you’re so self centered, and such a fucking coward.” the words spill out before you can stop them, before you can think about what you’re actually saying, each one a dagger aimed at his heart. “do you know who you remind me of?” your voice drops to a whisper, laced with venom, you tilt your head up towards his, knowing you’re crossing a line but too blinded by your hurt to care. “you hate him so much but you’re acting just like your father.”
his jaw drops and you can see the pain flash in his eyes. it hits him like a punch to the gut.
deciding you’ve had enough. you turn on your heel to leave, but megumi grabs onto your wrist, his grip desperate despite how hurt he feels. “please, don’t-”
“let me go.” you hiss through gritted teeth, struggling to free yourself, you stumble backward, colliding with his desk chair, knocking it over with a loud crash.
the sudden noise startles you both, making him loosen his grip enough for you to get out of his grasp. the glass he brought earlier drops off the desk and shatters on the ground, shards scattering across the floor. you run off without looking back.
he stands frozen in shock of what just happened. the sound of a door slamming somewhere down the hall brings him back out of his daze. he knows you need time. he knows he’s wrong, knows that he’ll have to find a way to make amends. he’ll never forgive himself if he doesn’t.
too preoccupied by his thoughts, he reaches down to pick up the pieces of the shattered glass, he doesn’t notice the sharp edge until it slices into his palm, “fuck-” he mutters, wincing at the pain as he wraps a shirt around his hand to stop the flow of the blood.
on his way to the bathroom, he walks past your bedroom door, it’s slightly ajar, the crack revealing the emptiness inside. he hesitates, then pushes it open with his uninjured hand.
“y/n?”
the silence is deafening, the drawers are open, half empty, a few lonely hangers lay on the ground. you’re gone, and so is most of your stuff.
he stands there, staring at the mess he made as the blood-soaked shirt drips onto the floor boards below. he swallows thickly, feeling the weight of his mistakes crushing down on him.
[tl:dr : you discover megumi betrayed you, you argue, he confesses his feelings but you're too hurt so you run away.]
fun facts :
blowing smoke by gracie abrams is pretty close to how megumi’s feeling about y/n and gojo
toji was absent in megumi’s life until he died when megumi was in his early teens, toji was an addict and neglected him for most of his life. megumi resents him a lot for it.
maki was a little surprised that y/n went to her and not megumi but she knows y/n will explain why when she's ready
author's note
i’m sorry 😁😁 i promise i do love megumi
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as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?
Part thirty - Next
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y/n doesn't have any family nearby so she made megumi her emergency contact a few years ago
y/n on painkillers really believes she's invincible
yuuji and kugi bought half of the hospital gift shop while megumi was waiting by y/n's side
author's note
she's alive!!!!
you'll get the details of exactly what happened in the next part :o
⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆
as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?
Part thirty-seven - maki - megumi - satoru
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satoru doesn't believe y/n's seeing sukuna at the same time, but he's hurt that suguru still thinks so low of him
y/n's phone has been blowing up, she's getting so many threats and so much hate that she had to turn it off
when megumi noticed y/n was gone at the party he went looking for her and that's when he saw them kiss...
the gossip account had been sitting on information for a while and were waiting for something bigger to drop everything
author's note
surpriiiiise
megumi fans how are you feeling ?🤭
⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆
as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?
Part twenty-nine - Next
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megumi didn't check twitter all night because he was too nervous to wait around doing nothing on his phone
both y/n and satoru are lightweights
nobara is still not a huge fan of gojo, despite megumi losing a few points lately
author's note
messy y/n is back!! (was she ever gone?)
writing drunk texts made me cringe
⋆⭒˚｡⋆ tugging on heartstrings ⋆⭒˚｡⋆
as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?
Part twenty-four - Next
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taglist : closed :) to be added leave a comment on the masterlist of the smau
