Happy Birthday Nobara!!

Happy Birthday Nobara!!

sukuna knowing the flowers name in the newest chapter⁉️knowing poetry too⁉️ just IMAGINE

loverboy!sukuna saying the most romantic things with the straightest face.

loverboy!sukuna not having a clue about why you can't seem to look him in the eye after.

loverboy!sukuna letting himself be dragged to a garden in the middle of the night.

loverboy!sukuna telling you about every single flower even after he said didn't want to be there.

I NEED HIM

wow loverboy sukuna........ you have moved me.

he'd place his hand over yours, and tell you that your eyes resemble a certain flower type, and then be confused on why you look so flustered.

sukuna tucks your hair behind your ear, removes a fallen petal or leaf off your head without thinking, only then to be faced with how astounded you look about his delicate gesture; a gesture that simply just came to him naturally.

one thing about sukuna is that if there's anything he wants to do in the moment, he will do it without hesitation.

he tells you how much he hates weak things and people, but theres a certain charm in the fragility that you have, and it's difficult to articulate, even for a man who has his way with words, like sukuna. and he won't tell you this part, but you occupy his mind often, like a persistent fog in the back of his brain - the type of fog you'd spend ages endlessly wandering around in - he can never seem to leave the mist behind, but he's not so sure if he really wants to anymore.

sukuna is also the type of man to say something so profoundly beautiful and poetic in the spur of the moment, even if he himself doesn't really realise it. but then in the next second, he'll ruin it by saying something more sinister in the same breath. he could tell you the names of flowers and all their meanings, but then say that flowers are useless and bothersome things, they don't last long, and the residue they leave behind when they wilt are troublesome to deal with.

loverboy sukuna is ironically bad at saying 'i love you' but he will say - or do - a million other things that hold the same exact meaning.

he'll tell you that if heaven was a person, the closest thing to it would be you.

and when you fall asleep around him, he will patiently, observantly, count the number of lashes that adorn your two eyes.

sukuna knowing the flowers name in the newest chapter⁉️knowing poetry too⁉️ just IMAGINE

loverboy!sukuna saying the most romantic things with the straightest face.

loverboy!sukuna not having a clue about why you can't seem to look him in the eye after.

loverboy!sukuna letting himself be dragged to a garden in the middle of the night.

loverboy!sukuna telling you about every single flower even after he said didn't want to be there.

I NEED HIM

wow loverboy sukuna........ you have moved me.

he'd place his hand over yours, and tell you that your eyes resemble a certain flower type, and then be confused on why you look so flustered.

sukuna tucks your hair behind your ear, removes a fallen petal or leaf off your head without thinking, only then to be faced with how astounded you look about his delicate gesture; a gesture that simply just came to him naturally.

one thing about sukuna is that if there's anything he wants to do in the moment, he will do it without hesitation.

he tells you how much he hates weak things and people, but theres a certain charm in the fragility that you have, and it's difficult to articulate, even for a man who has his way with words, like sukuna. and he won't tell you this part, but you occupy his mind often, like a persistent fog in the back of his brain - the type of fog you'd spend ages endlessly wandering around in - he can never seem to leave the mist behind, but he's not so sure if he really wants to anymore.

sukuna is also the type of man to say something so profoundly beautiful and poetic in the spur of the moment, even if he himself doesn't really realise it. but then in the next second, he'll ruin it by saying something more sinister in the same breath. he could tell you the names of flowers and all their meanings, but then say that flowers are useless and bothersome things, they don't last long, and the residue they leave behind when they wilt are troublesome to deal with.

(he believes that if he were to gift you things, he would want them to hold more permanence in your possession).

loverboy sukuna is ironically bad at saying 'i love you' but he will say - or do - a million other things that hold the same exact meaning.

he'll tell you that if heaven was a person, the closest thing to it would be you.

and when you fall asleep around him, he will patiently, observantly, count the number of lashes that adorn your two eyes.

Your fave confessing while they're thrusting inside you for the first time ever. "You feel better than I imagined." "I pictured this all the time." "I can't believe I finally get to do this with you." "I'm never letting you go after this."

⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏JUST YOU AND ME CHAPTER TWO ʚ﹕gender neutral/no pronouns ʚ﹕AO3 vers // masterlist // series masterlist // 1.1k ʚ﹕chapter one - stay with yuuji

ʚ﹕warnings // a wedding, mentions of an affair, reader eats fish and meat, sukuna is an asshole ʚ﹕comment // please read!!! if you never read the first chapters note, this is a choose your own adventure style fic with a poll at the bottom for you to choose what you do next! choices are ambigious and lead to different results so go with your heart! the next chapter will be posted in 24 hours as soon as the poll finishes. once the final chapter has been posted, i will post the rest of the options too! everything is written out already and you'll be able to read what you wanted if your vote never won or you're curious about other decisions.

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The day continued on as you’d expected; greeting any guests you come across, thanking them for their congratulations and telling everyone the exact same thing: You’re happy and you’re grateful they have come to celebrate with you both. It was a song and dance you fell into so easily – so easily that you’d totally forgotten about Sukuna. 

After all guests were accounted for and dinner was served, you sat at a long table next to your husband facing the crowd. Family and friends on both yours and Yuuji’s side had come to celebrate your big day. It was even more overwhelming than your ceremony, so many people showed up to give their love and support to your relationship that it brings a tear to your eye. 

How devastated would they all be if it turns out you made a mistake? How angry if you wasted everyone's time and money for something you might not have ever wanted, but convinced yourself it was the right choice. You love Yuuji, yet you can’t help but wonder if this was the decision you were supposed to make, no matter how he makes you feel. 

Thankfully Yuuji hadn’t noticed the frown on your face or the cloud that hung above your head, mentally wiping them both away before he saw. Sitting up straight, you take a deep breath to compose yourself. Your eyes landed on Sukuna again but thankfully he was keeping himself busy – for now. His grandfather had roped him into a conversation at the same table he sat at before, talking to the man with such seriousness you’ve always seen in your now-grandfather-in-law.

From this angle, Sukuna’s jaw looks immaculate. Strong and defined, unlike Yuuji. They looked the same but so different even without the tattoos. Your husband maintained his soft features, a rounder jaw that made him seem all the more innocent. Sukuna, with his pronounced nose and sharp features spelt trouble in every way possible.

You can’t be sure how long you’d been staring, but it was long enough for the man in question to have noticed. Refocusing your vision, you lock eyes with Sukuna and your heart just about stops. You’d been ogling at him carelessly, drinking up all his features like this wasn’t your wedding day to another man. While your heart already felt like it was in your throat, the easy smile Sukuna offered and cheeky wink had that same heart fluttering painfully. If you didn’t think it would raise more questions, you’d crawl underneath the table and hide beneath the gorgeous white cloth.

Finally, dinner was served and you had something to look and think about — other than how much you might like Sukuna and if you’re even worthy to have married someone as wonderful as Yuuji. You tried to keep a brave face, smiling as though this is still the best day of your life, that there isn’t a black hole in your chest that has swallowed your heart and continues to attack all your other organs. 

“Oh you got the red snapper!” Yuuji says from beside you, leaning in slightly to see the dish you had been playing with. “It looks really good…” 

You’ve known your husband for long enough to know what that’s supposed to mean, smiling to yourself as you continue to waft away the dark clouds that persistently hang over your head. “Yeah, do you want a bite?” 

Yuuji had ordered the steak dish; he was a fan of foods from all around the world, so you’d both opted for a mix between a traditional menu and some of his western favourites for everyone to enjoy. 

Your husband nods eagerly in response to your question, watching and waiting patiently as you set some of the flaky meat onto your bowl of rice, picking up a small portion between your chopsticks and turning towards Yuuji. It’s cute the way he opens his mouth for you, almost like you’re feeding a child; it makes you giggle when pulling your chopsticks away. 

He hums, rolling the food around in his mouth. “Good?” You ask and Yuuji smiles, holding up his hand to create an ‘o’ with his finger and thumb. 

“That was really tasty – we should swap.” He says and playfully grabs your plate to pull it towards him.

You laugh and nudge him away, “Hey! Back off, you got steak!” 

“You can have it, I want yours.” Yuuji giggles, kissing your cheek as you lean into him, hand still threatening to swap your plates. 

“No!” You cry out and pout. “Let me try yours.” 

Yuuji cuts a piece of his meat for you, even adding a small dollop of mashed potatoes to the fork and feeding you. It was only a little intentional when you mimicked him; nodding your head, humming as you chew, giving him the same hand signal when he asks if you like it. 

“So you’ll swap?” 

“No.” You smile and laugh at Yuuji’s pout, leaning in for a brief kiss before returning to your food. “I like mine more.” 

After everyone had eaten, it was time for the speeches. The first one you weren’t worried about; Gojo Satoru took the stage like a professional and gave a wonderful speech that kept everyone in high spirits. He told embarrassing stories of Yuuji being his student and their latest mishappenings at work, about the first time he’d met you and how the poor man was more nervous about Gojo’s approval than his own grandfather – that one didn’t go down well with the old man. But it kept you at ease for the possible storm that was about to come when Sukuna snatched the microphone away from the white haired man. 

Your stomach churned, your heart ached and you couldn’t look anywhere but the table cloth before you. Counting the invisible stitches in the linen, you were still painfully aware of every word that came out of his mouth. It was only right for your husband's brother to speak at his wedding, especially because they’re so close. 

All was going fine until one line caught your attention. 

“...From the moment you were born I had to learn how to share things with you, a skill that’s been useful throughout our entire lives. Even though you’re married now, we're still going to continue sharing. Isn’t that right?” 

Your heart stops. Totally and completely dead. All blood has stopped pumping and your mind stops working. 

Your name is attached to the end of that rhetorical question. 

Your name is attached to the end of that rhetorical question.

Finally, you look up just to make sure you heard him right. Sukuna stares back at you, microphone hovering over his chest with a wicked smile on his face. 

That asshole.

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