after careful consideration, i've decided that i will be archiving this blog.
i've been on here for three years and i think i'm ready to let this phase of my life rest for a bit. although these last few months have been a little shaky, i don't want to leave this place feeling anything other than gratitude for everyone who has made the last three years absolutely special.
unfortunately, this means that my ongoing series and slated future projects will not be continued or started. i might, at some point, decide to pick them up again on this blog or another, but that remains to be seen. i'm sorry to those who were waiting for the rest of these stories and i'm sending you all the love.
i'm admittedly too chicken to hit the deactivate button so this blog will stay up with all my works until i decide to deactivate this account entirely.
this is probably a weird question but i saw your reply about having a hard time writing miu. how do you write hetero fics is you're sapphic?
feel free to ignore of it's too weird! glad to see you back ❤️
not weird at all babe!! i guess the simplest answer to this is that i do like both boys and girls so writing fics with male love interests is no big deal. i did enter my first serious relationship in a while with a girl about a month ago so i think that might be fucking with my fics a little 😬
hi omg it’s nice to see you on my feed alive & well, idc if u ever post miu again (though i am dying with the unknowns and endgame ship [i’ll make my own ending lol]) but i wonder about you and am glad your personal life is going well all things considered!! stay healthy and take care of yourself <3
you're so lovely, thank you so much <3 i do hope i get around to writing miu again but i admit i was already having issues writing the next chapters before all my hellsite problems started :( i hope you're doing well love!!!
in some good news tho, tumblr was insanely fast untagging your blog again, cuz i literally watched in realtime your pfp come back and the warning isn’t there when i click 😄 i really hope you’re okay though, and know that the readers support whatever steps you take! even if you decide to move everything to ao3 or something :D
i hope tumblr stops being such an opp 😔
yeah it was really quick this time around which is always great news 😩
(i do realize now though that what irks me the most about this situation is the possibility that someone or a bunch of someones are actually reporting me, because the sheer amount of times it's happened can't possibly be because of nothing? or maybe it's some kind of bug that keeps shutting me down 🤷♀️ which isn't such great news either way)
i know it's been a while and i'm sorry for the sudden inactivity. a lot has happened in my personal life over the last month. i won't go into the details, but i've received a few asks about what's been going on so here's a brief overview: headway on a project that's been in the works for years, a red-tagging incident, boys being sucky, uni being uni, and a fever that's only just let up. i'm currently doing fine though.
that being said, a hectic life hasn't usually fucked with my fic writing and updating, so now the reason why it's been such a pain posting my work: my blog keeps getting tagged as an explicit blog. as i write this, i have just processed another complaint because i was tagged again. not a big deal the first few times, but gets really fucking annoying to have to deal with this just about any time i log on.
i'm genuinely sorry to everyone who has waited for updates on miu. i hope you know it always brings me so much joy reading your comments and asks. it's just been incredibly disheartening constantly having to keep this blog afloat (so to speak) and it's turned sharing my fics into a pretty negative experience.
i'm still mulling over my next steps. whether i will continue to post on this blog, start a new one, transfer over to ao3 completely, or just archive this all—i'm not in the right headspace to make a major decision just yet.
sending love to those who have checked up on me and those who have been holding out for an miu update. i know this probably isn't the answer that you were hoping for, but i just thought i'd keep you in the loop.
tbh i don’t get maki giving sukuna a hard time about the bj thing i mean he did fucked up by not telling but that should be the focus, not something like oh he’s a cheater he’s never going to change bla bla bla it’s a different type of trust there idk
i like to think it was more about maki feeling a lot of guilt for causing the whole confrontation and momentarily deflecting that guilt onto sukuna. she's juggling a lot of emotions because on one hand, she feels like she's betrayed reader's trust, on the other hand, she knows the truth had to come out eventually. so she can't wholly blame herself for what happened.
that's why her thought process is kinda twisted (and why she tries to blame herself for "letting" reader date sukuna when she knew he had a reputation. she needs something she can solidly blame herself for).
oh dear i bet sukuna and gojo fighting like dogs while yn is crying w kento
KEN KEN KEN HES SO PRECIOUS i know he’s not an endgame character, but he would be soooo good for kimi, i stand by that ALWAYS
kimi needs all the love and support and satoru is not the one for that, he litch confessed he still holds love for yn so idk why he trying to play good bf all of a sudden. boy you fumbled TWICE admit defeat.
I feel like gojo needs to realise he needs to be alone for a while so he CAN MOVE ON man this boy gives me a headache
and sukuna bruh what are you doing???? oh dear oh dear he’s starting to reach satoru’s point in my books of men who pmo (and why do i have a feeling emi is friends or the girl he got head from) if i were yn id jump into that scrap he’s having at the end and just slap him
thank you for this chap emi!!!! love and support sent ur way queen 😚
hi bb!!! thank you and i hope you're doing well <3
some of them definitely do need to take a break from relationships and some of them need to take a break in general 😭 there's too much going on in their minds it's insane
Hello Emi!! I hope you're doing well!! Thank you for your update, amazing chap as always 🫶🫶
I've been analysing and thinking a few things 🧐🧐
1. Tiger is wearing a sweater sukuna is not familiar with, is it satoru's?🫣 because if I'm not mistaken, this has already happened. Tiger put on a clothing item that belongs to satoru without realising
2. Poor Sukuna freaking out about the ring. I kinda get his anger in this fragment because it must have been awful to see his girlfriend with her ex-boyfriend's ring while she doesn't want to tell you what they talked about. Obv the physical reaction was uncalled for but it was very much instinctive.
I feel so bad for him, he immediately realized he fucked up😔
3. This is just a observation: NANAMI KENTO IS A KING, in the name of nanami kento we rise 👑 i don't think him and tiger could be together but he's immaculate, I wish I had a nanami kento in my life (why name and surname? Idk🤪)
4. Last but not least, satoru going and putting his arm around kimi...lol bro, next time I'll cut it. And he said something to her ear?🧐
I don't think satoru loves kimi but idk, after this and the fact that in the first chapter of the trip(which tell us about the bus ride back to uni), he keeps looking at her I'm a bit confused 😕
I'm sorry for ranting, take care emi 🫶💗
hi love!!! so much happened this chapter and you picked up on a few things 👀 but i'm gonna reserve most of my comments for after the series ends for the sake of preventing spoilers 😩
i'll just say that everyone's acting really messy right now but it will all fall into place soon (and yes, everyone needs a nanami in their life)
me praying you'll write a scene where a supporting character finally loses it and puts everyone in their place for causing drama on this trip where they were supposed to relax and have fun. bonus points if it's emi 😘
everything's getting so ridiculous that it's just funny to witness, and everything's just becoming funny that it's straight up ridiculous. at this point, I only feel bad for sukuna, emi, and the rest of the characters that are not involved in drama. I just hope you make my emi happy and beautiful by the end of this story 💗, and even if it's with gojo, so be it, as long as he becomes her malewife and cherishes the ground she walks on.
they all need to take a break 😭 honestly though if i had to witness this irl i would have either walked away already or egged them on until they realized how stupid they're all being
also i think there is some confusion between me and the character kimi HAHAHAHA not that i mind and i totally get it because the names are so similar, but i am unfortunately not as worthy of undying love as kimi is 😩
⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to.
when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.
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“What did Satoru mean?” Maki asks. She’s trudging through the snow beside Sukuna while everyone else marches ahead to get ready to leave.
He turns to her with a frown. “What are you talking about?”
This is the first time Maki has spoken to him all morning. She said nothing while he stumbled on through the snow like a complete idiot, suppressed her giggles unlike the rest of the group, and kept an awfully respectful distance from the guy who isn’t quite sure can still call himself your boyfriend. So Sukuna certainly wasn’t expecting her to come at him like this.
“He said you cheated on her,” she tells him, reminding him of the abundant accusations bandied about last night. “It’s probably not true, but he must’ve had a reason to believe something like that. He’s never been the type to flat-out lie.”
She watches as he stays silent, averting his eyes. She grimaces. “Did you really cheat on her?” she asks. “For fuck’s sake, Sukuna. I thought she was your best friend, why on earth—”
“I didn’t really do anything,” he protests, head shooting up as he somehow tries to defend his honor. “It wasn’t—I didn’t—It didn’t mean anything. And we barely did anything. And it was before we actually got together.”
Maki stares at him, unbelieving. When she warned you about Sukuna in the past, this was precisely the kind of thing she had in mind. He’s the type of guy who would cheat on you, the type who would make your life a living hell by stringing you along like you meant nothing to him. He’s the type of guy who would exploit your kindness and your love and care very little about the consequences of his actions.
But she’s seen the way he acts around you, the care and consideration, the unadulterated love this complete buffoon has for you. And she can’t bring herself to believe that she was ever right in her assumptions.
She sighs. “Did you tell her that?”
“No,” he tells her, shaking his head. “She doesn’t wanna talk.”
“I don’t blame her,” Maki admits. “Last night was… a wreck. It was all my fault.”
Sukuna furrows his brows at that. He stops walking, waiting for Maki to stop too and look back at him. He places a hand on her shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault,” he says. “She knows it wasn’t. She’d never blame you.”
For once, Maki finds herself agreeing with the guy (who would’ve thought?) because she knows you. She knows you’d never blame her, let alone hold a grudge. You’d rather sit there, melting under the enormous pressure of every mistake ever made, every misunderstanding ever had, and crumble beneath it all.
She wonders how dreadfully lonely that must feel.
“You should tell her,” she says to the boy. “She won’t blame you either.”
Sukuna nods, resolved in his decision to talk to you, even if he knows there’s a chance that you’ll have nothing to say to him at all.
Of course Sukuna’s plans get derailed when everyone gets back to the house and he finds you and Satoru in a serious discussion on the living room floor. The two of you are wide-eyed when everyone comes ambling in, like you’ve been caught in the middle of something private and wrong.
Satoru stands up almost immediately and walks over to Kimi who gives him a look that sits somewhere between disappointment and resignation. He whispers something in her ear and wraps an arm around her shoulder, but Kimi distracts herself by talking to Utahime and thoroughly ignoring her boyfriend.
There’s something really weird going on there, Sukuna thinks, but he can’t quite point out what it is.
But never mind that. He looks at you, still crouched on the floor, no longer looking as listless as you did when he left you earlier. You’re bundled up in a sweater he doesn’t recognize and you’re regarding him with a look he’s not familiar with either.
You look as if you’re about to say something to him, your mouth just about to open when the door to the living room swings open, Mahito sauntering in with a huge grin. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and there’s a person trailing after him. A girl.
“Look who’s here!” he says with a flourish.
Utahime squeals, jumping up and rushing to the girl behind Mahito. “Emiko!” she says, hugging the girl. “You’re here!”
Emiko is all smiles as she hugs the club president, waving at the other members who approach to greet her. “I didn’t wanna miss out on the fun,” she says, groaning as Aoi pulls her in for a side hug. “Did you already ski without me?”
“We didn’t know you were coming,” Kento tells her with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t look all angry though, his expression more akin to a father expressing disappointment towards his child. “We didn’t factor you into the plans.”
She just sighs and slumps back into Utahime’s embrace. “Oh, well, I forgive you, Kento.”
“You forgive me? Emiko, get back here—”
But it’s too late. Emiko’s already walking towards you—you stood up as soon as Mahito announced the girl’s presence—without even noticing Sukuna standing at the side. “Has he been bitching this whole trip?” she asks, looping her arm with yours as she looks at Kento pointedly. “Because I’ll kick his ass if he has.”
You crack a smile. An actual smile, Sukuna thinks. That’s something at least.
“He wouldn’t be Kento if he didn’t bitch a little,” you tell her, leaning in as if to divulge a secret that everyone else in the room can hear.
Emiko laughs, pressing herself closer to you. It’s only then that she lets her eyes travel across the room. She notes the people she doesn't know. Satoru, Kimi, Naoya, everyone she’ll have to introduce herself to later. She sees Sukuna last.
Her face twists into one of disgust, like she’s just seen a truckload of shit and the truckload of shit happens to be Sukuna. “You,” is all she says.
You follow her line of sight, completely oblivious to the string of curses Emiko is probably chanting in her head. “Have you met my boyfriend?” you ask, curiosity piqued by the girl’s reaction.
Now, if Sukuna wasn’t so busy trying to figure out who the fuck this girl is, he would’ve been over the moon at you calling him your “boyfriend.” It would’ve calmed his nerves a little, seen the glimmer of hope left in what he had deemed the vestiges of your relationship. But he misses it, too caught up in the big questions, Who is she? And why is she looking at me like I killed her family?
Emiko turns to you with an expression that Sukuna can only describe as restraint. “Your boyfriend?” she asks, eyes darting back at him then back at you. “He’s your boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” you say almost hesitantly, which makes Sukuna want to gouge his eyes out.
“Oh,” Emiko says. “That’s… nice.”
She says a few things to you before pulling you in for a hug and drifting away to join the rest of the group.
Sukuna keeps his eyes on her back, still trying to place her in the recesses of his mind. A touch of your finger on his shoulder shifts his focus back to you. He turns to you, wide-eyed waiting for you to speak with bated breath.
You just nod towards the door to the dining room and start walking away. Sukuna follows.
When the two of you are out of the room, away from everyone else’s prying eyes and pricked ears, you look at Sukuna with caution.
“You said you wanted to talk,” you say slowly. “So… let’s talk.”
After a whole morning of mulling over his words, trying to figure out what to say to you, how to say it, the best order in which he ought to do it, Sukuna finds himself at a complete loss of words. There’s simultaneously too much and not enough for him to tell you. What is he supposed to say?
So, instead of whatever it is he’s supposed to be saying, he finds himself asking, “What were you and Satoru talking about?”
Your eyes widen and you purse your lips. “I don’t see how that has anything to do with us.”
“It kinda does,” he tells you. “Did something change? Between us?”
“No,” you say, and he doesn’t believe you. So, you reach into the pocket of the sweater you’re wearing and pull something out. You hold it out for him to take. “Satoru gave it to me.”
Sukuna looks at the box in your hands and he doesn’t even need to touch it to know what it is.
“Why?”
You shrug, placing the box back in your pocket when you realize that, no, Sukuna does not want to touch the engagement ring your ex boyfriend just gave you and wouldn’t take back. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Sukuna says slowly.
He can’t quite place what he’s feeling. He’s confused, definitely, by the whole ordeal. He’s still a little shocked by the fact that you’ve actually come to talk to him and he’s actually agreed. But he knows that’s not what he’s feeling.
And then it hits him.
He’s angry.
Huh. How weird.
“So because he’s a fucked up jerk who drove you away because he’ll stick his dick in anyone, he thinks he can just come back and ask you to fucking marry him?” he asks, venom in each word that falls from his mouth.
You furrow your brows, now recognizing the clear anger on your best friend’s face. “Sukuna, it’s not like that—”
“He knows that you’re with me now, doesn’t he?” he asks, his voice louder than it would’ve have been if he wasn’t so fucking pissed off. “It doesn’t matter what he wants. He doesn’t count right now. This is about you and me. Not him!”
You place a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, please.”
“No,” he says, shrugging your hand away. He barely registers the way your face falls when he rejects your touch. “I thought you loved you. I didn’t believe it before, I could tell there was something holding you back, but I trusted you anyway. Do you even love me?”
“You can’t just ask me—”
“Do you love me?” He’s yelling now. He really wishes that he wasn’t. “Or am I just some plaything you’ve used to bide your time until that asshole decides to come to his senses?”
“I wouldn’t do that to you!” you tell him, reaching to touch him again when he turns back at the door to the living room. “Please, can we just talk—”
He doesn’t mean to do it.
He really doesn’t.
His hand slaps your arm away before he realizes what he’s doing.
He looks at his hand, and he immediately wants to cut the thing off. The two of you stand there in stunned silence before Kento bursts through the door with concern on his face.
“Is everything okay here?” he asks slowly, surveying the situation before him.
You’re a few paces behind Sukuna, rubbing your reddening arm. You still look like you’re in complete shock, but Kento can tell that there are tears forming behind your eyes. He looks at Sukuna who’s looking down at his hand, and his suspicions are confirmed.
Kento’s at your side as the door opens and a few people check to see what’s going on.
“Did he hurt you?” Kento asks you softly, both his hands on your shoulders as he crouches down so that he can look up at your downturned head. “Hey, it’s just me. Are you okay?”
You feel truly stupid right now. It’s not like it hurts all that much anyway, and you’re well-aware that Sukuna didn’t do it on purpose. He didn’t mean to. If anything, he just wanted to keep your hand away from him, he wouldn’t purposely hit you.
But you feel like crying nonetheless. The whole barrage of emotions you’ve been carrying since last night, for most of your life, comes crashing down on you, as if Sukuna has tipped the iceberg and left you in its wake.
You’re vaguely aware of the chaos that ensues around you. There’s a fight, some choice words are thrown around, a few swings, a few misses. You can only assume that it’s Sukuna and one of the other boys.
Kento places an arm around you and leads you away, sits you down on a chair somewhere, continues to ask if you’re okay even if he never gets an answer. In the end, you find his eyes, your lips are wobbling before you even realize that they are. You place your head on his shoulder and you do the only thing you can do.
⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to.
when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.
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“What did Satoru mean?” Maki asks. She’s trudging through the snow beside Sukuna while everyone else marches ahead to get ready to leave.
He turns to her with a frown. “What are you talking about?”
This is the first time Maki has spoken to him all morning. She said nothing while he stumbled on through the snow like a complete idiot, suppressed her giggles unlike the rest of the group, and kept an awfully respectful distance from the guy who isn’t quite sure can still call himself your boyfriend. So Sukuna certainly wasn’t expecting her to come at him like this.
“He said you cheated on her,” she tells him, reminding him of the abundant accusations bandied about last night. “It’s probably not true, but he must’ve had a reason to believe something like that. He’s never been the type to flat-out lie.”
She watches as he stays silent, averting his eyes. She grimaces. “Did you really cheat on her?” she asks. “For fuck’s sake, Sukuna. I thought she was your best friend, why on earth—”
“I didn’t really do anything,” he protests, head shooting up as he somehow tries to defend his honor. “It wasn’t—I didn’t—It didn’t mean anything. And we barely did anything. And it was before we actually got together.”
Maki stares at him, unbelieving. When she warned you about Sukuna in the past, this was precisely the kind of thing she had in mind. He’s the type of guy who would cheat on you, the type who would make your life a living hell by stringing you along like you meant nothing to him. He’s the type of guy who would exploit your kindness and your love and care very little about the consequences of his actions.
But she’s seen the way he acts around you, the care and consideration, the unadulterated love this complete buffoon has for you. And she can’t bring herself to believe that she was ever right in her assumptions.
She sighs. “Did you tell her that?”
“No,” he tells her, shaking his head. “She doesn’t wanna talk.”
“I don’t blame her,” Maki admits. “Last night was… a wreck. It was all my fault.”
Sukuna furrows his brows at that. He stops walking, waiting for Maki to stop too and look back at him. He places a hand on her shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault,” he says. “She knows it wasn’t. She’d never blame you.”
For once, Maki finds herself agreeing with the guy (who would’ve thought?) because she knows you. She knows you’d never blame her, let alone hold a grudge. You’d rather sit there, melting under the enormous pressure of every mistake ever made, every misunderstanding ever had, and crumble beneath it all.
She wonders how dreadfully lonely that must feel.
“You should tell her,” she says to the boy. “She won’t blame you either.”
Sukuna nods, resolved in his decision to talk to you, even if he knows there’s a chance that you’ll have nothing to say to him at all.
Of course Sukuna’s plans get derailed when everyone gets back to the house and he finds you and Satoru in a serious discussion on the living room floor. The two of you are wide-eyed when everyone comes ambling in, like you’ve been caught in the middle of something private and wrong.
Satoru stands up almost immediately and walks over to Kimi who gives him a look that sits somewhere between disappointment and resignation. He whispers something in her ear and wraps an arm around her shoulder, but Kimi distracts herself by talking to Utahime and thoroughly ignoring her boyfriend.
There’s something really weird going on there, Sukuna thinks, but he can’t quite point out what it is.
But never mind that. He looks at you, still crouched on the floor, no longer looking as listless as you did when he left you earlier. You’re bundled up in a sweater he doesn’t recognize and you’re regarding him with a look he’s not familiar with either.
You look as if you’re about to say something to him, your mouth just about to open when the door to the living room swings open, Mahito sauntering in with a huge grin. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and there’s a person trailing after him. A girl.
“Look who’s here!” he says with a flourish.
Utahime squeals, jumping up and rushing to the girl behind Mahito. “Emiko!” she says, hugging the girl. “You’re here!”
Emiko is all smiles as she hugs the club president, waving at the other members who approach to greet her. “I didn’t wanna miss out on the fun,” she says, groaning as Aoi pulls her in for a side hug. “Did you already ski without me?”
“We didn’t know you were coming,” Kento tells her with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t look all angry though, his expression more akin to a father expressing disappointment towards his child. “We didn’t factor you into the plans.”
She just sighs and slumps back into Utahime’s embrace. “Oh, well, I forgive you, Kento.”
“You forgive me? Emiko, get back here—”
But it’s too late. Emiko’s already walking towards you—you stood up as soon as Mahito announced the girl’s presence—without even noticing Sukuna standing at the side. “Has he been bitching this whole trip?” she asks, looping her arm with yours as she looks at Kento pointedly. “Because I’ll kick his ass if he has.”
You crack a smile. An actual smile, Sukuna thinks. That’s something at least.
“He wouldn’t be Kento if he didn’t bitch a little,” you tell her, leaning in as if to divulge a secret that everyone else in the room can hear.
Emiko laughs, pressing herself closer to you. It’s only then that she lets her eyes travel across the room. She notes the people she doesn't know. Satoru, Kimi, Naoya, everyone she’ll have to introduce herself to later. She sees Sukuna last.
Her face twists into one of disgust, like she’s just seen a truckload of shit and the truckload of shit happens to be Sukuna. “You,” is all she says.
You follow her line of sight, completely oblivious to the string of curses Emiko is probably chanting in her head. “Have you met my boyfriend?” you ask, curiosity piqued by the girl’s reaction.
Now, if Sukuna wasn’t so busy trying to figure out who the fuck this girl is, he would’ve been over the moon at you calling him your “boyfriend.” It would’ve calmed his nerves a little, seen the glimmer of hope left in what he had deemed the vestiges of your relationship. But he misses it, too caught up in the big questions, Who is she? And why is she looking at me like I killed her family?
Emiko turns to you with an expression that Sukuna can only describe as restraint. “Your boyfriend?” she asks, eyes darting back at him then back at you. “He’s your boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” you say almost hesitantly, which makes Sukuna want to gouge his eyes out.
“Oh,” Emiko says. “That’s… nice.”
She says a few things to you before pulling you in for a hug and drifting away to join the rest of the group.
Sukuna keeps his eyes on her back, still trying to place her in the recesses of his mind. A touch of your finger on his shoulder shifts his focus back to you. He turns to you, wide-eyed waiting for you to speak with bated breath.
You just nod towards the door to the dining room and start walking away. Sukuna follows.
When the two of you are out of the room, away from everyone else’s prying eyes and pricked ears, you look at Sukuna with caution.
“You said you wanted to talk,” you say slowly. “So… let’s talk.”
After a whole morning of mulling over his words, trying to figure out what to say to you, how to say it, the best order in which he ought to do it, Sukuna finds himself at a complete loss of words. There’s simultaneously too much and not enough for him to tell you. What is he supposed to say?
So, instead of whatever it is he’s supposed to be saying, he finds himself asking, “What were you and Satoru talking about?”
Your eyes widen and you purse your lips. “I don’t see how that has anything to do with us.”
“It kinda does,” he tells you. “Did something change? Between us?”
“No,” you say, and he doesn’t believe you. So, you reach into the pocket of the sweater you’re wearing and pull something out. You hold it out for him to take. “Satoru gave it to me.”
Sukuna looks at the box in your hands and he doesn’t even need to touch it to know what it is.
“Why?”
You shrug, placing the box back in your pocket when you realize that, no, Sukuna does not want to touch the engagement ring your ex boyfriend just gave you and wouldn’t take back. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Sukuna says slowly.
He can’t quite place what he’s feeling. He’s confused, definitely, by the whole ordeal. He’s still a little shocked by the fact that you’ve actually come to talk to him and he’s actually agreed. But he knows that’s not what he’s feeling.
And then it hits him.
He’s angry.
Huh. How weird.
“So because he’s a fucked up jerk who drove you away because he’ll stick his dick in anyone, he thinks he can just come back and ask you to fucking marry him?” he asks, venom in each word that falls from his mouth.
You furrow your brows, now recognizing the clear anger on your best friend’s face. “Sukuna, it’s not like that—”
“He knows that you’re with me now, doesn’t he?” he asks, his voice louder than it would’ve have been if he wasn’t so fucking pissed off. “It doesn’t matter what he wants. He doesn’t count right now. This is about you and me. Not him!”
You place a hand on his shoulder. “Calm down, please.”
“No,” he says, shrugging your hand away. He barely registers the way your face falls when he rejects your touch. “I thought you loved you. I didn’t believe it before, I could tell there was something holding you back, but I trusted you anyway. Do you even love me?”
“You can’t just ask me—”
“Do you love me?” He’s yelling now. He really wishes that he wasn’t. “Or am I just some plaything you’ve used to bide your time until that asshole decides to come to his senses?”
“I wouldn’t do that to you!” you tell him, reaching to touch him again when he turns back at the door to the living room. “Please, can we just talk—”
He doesn’t mean to do it.
He really doesn’t.
His hand slaps your arm away before he realizes what he’s doing.
He looks at his hand, and he immediately wants to cut the thing off. The two of you stand there in stunned silence before Kento bursts through the door with concern on his face.
“Is everything okay here?” he asks slowly, surveying the situation before him.
You’re a few paces behind Sukuna, rubbing your reddening arm. You still look like you’re in complete shock, but Kento can tell that there are tears forming behind your eyes. He looks at Sukuna who’s looking down at his hand, and his suspicions are confirmed.
Kento’s at your side as the door opens and a few people check to see what’s going on.
“Did he hurt you?” Kento asks you softly, both his hands on your shoulders as he crouches down so that he can look up at your downturned head. “Hey, it’s just me. Are you okay?”
You feel truly stupid right now. It’s not like it hurts all that much anyway, and you’re well-aware that Sukuna didn’t do it on purpose. He didn’t mean to. If anything, he just wanted to keep your hand away from him, he wouldn’t purposely hit you.
But you feel like crying nonetheless. The whole barrage of emotions you’ve been carrying since last night, for most of your life, comes crashing down on you, as if Sukuna has tipped the iceberg and left you in its wake.
You’re vaguely aware of the chaos that ensues around you. There’s a fight, some choice words are thrown around, a few swings, a few misses. You can only assume that it’s Sukuna and one of the other boys.
Kento places an arm around you and leads you away, sits you down on a chair somewhere, continues to ask if you’re okay even if he never gets an answer. In the end, you find his eyes, your lips are wobbling before you even realize that they are. You place your head on his shoulder and you do the only thing you can do.
fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader
you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?
genre. love triangle
type. 18+ series
content. college au, fwb, explicit sexual content, slow burn
completed.
chapters.
oh cool — still winning — yours — not not serious — burn — best — kinda nice — sorry, my bad — fan favorite — rin — of course — an agreement — wreck his world —somebody's losing — need it — this is real — alone — all along — no idea — more than — bad — ily — real talk — get it now — you don't mean it — how much changed — knowing — maybe — fuck it — do what you do — right here
