is she weird , sukuna ryomen ✣
for my girls that could never quite figure out why boys didn't talk to them ❤︎
content: sukuna x weird girl!reader, fem!reafer, fluff ig, mentions of dick bc why am i like this, implications of bullying (brief), mentions of death threats, ooc!sukuna bc bitch this is my shit!!!!!! and just some fun shit bc it's so okay to be a little different and this is your life and not everyone is gonna like it but not everyone matters!!!!!
note: i was a strange girl in school. never had a boy show interest in me. i wanted so badly to be like the pretty girls but i so so badly wanted to just be the fun girl i always knew myself to be! choosing myself over and over again because i will always have me. i love you guys ❥❥
dinner in america reference because punk!sukuna yk?? and i just...
not proofread because lazee :0
sukuna and weird girl!reader who have been dating for an entire year.
that means a year of the same confused looks from his friends and the repeated question of "how did you two even get to this point?"
he shrugs his shoulders, and goes about his business because when has sukuna ever felt the need to offer anyone an explanation for the choices he makes.
he'll admit, you're a little strange, but you're unlike anyone he's ever met before.
you turn heads everywhere you go and not because you hold the features of an iconic model or everyone's current favorite obsession on social media.
the odd looks are often pointed to your newest haircut, poorly done by yourself, but unintentionally. you didn't necessarily wake up and decide 'huh...i wanna walk around with fucked up bangs and too short hair.'
still, you sport it around as if it was done by frederic fekkai and not vidal sassoon.
instead of crying at the sight of your bangs hanging not even halfway past your forehead, you just sigh and stick two different colored clips in them where they'll stay pinned back until you no longer resemble trixie from speed racer.
sukuna will pass by the bathroom, pausing to observe your current situation before walking away with a snort and a "nice look, edna." thrown over his shoulder.
still, he'll find you the next day with an even wackier outfit to draw the attention from the accident above you.
with a stupid feeling settled in his chest , he kisses the top of your head and follows you into the public where the two of you can be unapologetically yourselves together.
he's caught you reading some fucked up shit in the middle of the night on tumblr more than he can count and when he attempts to tease you about it, you only shove it in his face with your lips pulled tight, shamelessly allowing him to see what most would only indulge in with a heavy duty privacy screen protector and their brightness on the dimmest setting.
you gag at .5 inch bugs as if they're capable of swallowing you whole, but will snuggle a rabid, flea infested raccoon against your favorite sweater all because you "have a working washer at home".
he likes that since he's known you in middle school, you've yet to change a single bit, the only thing different being your chest size and the fact that you can now legally buy alcohol.
he likes that the music he silently appreciates with a light nod of his head and repeated foot taps is the same music you dance wildly to in a too big shirt and too short pajama pants. he doesn't judge your uncoordinated style and the fact the your unmatched socks cause you to stumble every other minute, and you wouldn't care if he did.
he likes that even more.
you know how boys see you, how they've always seen you.
the strange girl by herself because no one wants to sit by the same kid that did a finals project on "how you're most likely to be killed by a cow than a shark".
you figured it was because you were the only one who scored higher than a sixty and everyone was just jealous.
sukuna will never tell you that those boys actually just hated you for existing and the girls wanted to hurt you for being able to love yourself despite being different than them.
you'll just forever wonder why the whispers suddenly disappeared and the dirty looks were redirected to the next loser.
sukuna will also never tell you that he threatened every person that spoke ill of you with an immoral and cruel death.
sure, he got suspended for two weeks, but he knew that your name was no longer in their mouths.
you don't have many friends, having gotten way too comfortable with your own presence, but the few online friends you manage to keep a relationship with grow concerned every now and then.
'he looks so mean.'
'why does he never look happy in the pictures you post?'
'geez! tell him to save some smiles and happiness for the rest of us!'
but his love is so so obvious in the deep, endless look of adoration is his eyes when you're forcing him to watch you make your sims violently murder each other. it's clear as day in the way he chooses to spend every walking minute by your weird ass because you seem to be the only person in this world that hasn't betrayed their self to please the average stranger. the level to which he loves you is so evident if you're able to look past the standards of society on what love and compatibility should look like.
you don't care!! not about the way people view you, the way society expects you to be, not even about his own opinion.
it fucking makes his dick hard! it's gross!!!
the simple idea of his girl being so comfortable in her own being.
you know you're a little strange thing. he knows you're a little strange thing! the whole fucking population that exists in your vicinity knows it!!
you ask him one day out of pure curiosity, "do you think i'm weird?"
and without missing a beat, "oh, yeah, you're fucking weird." he confirms.
he lets you stare at him with a conflicted look on your face before kissing your frown away.
"do you think i'm weird?" he questions, eyes low and stuck on the sight of you actively breathing and existing before him, unusual looking and all.
"yeah, maybe weirder than me."
the asshole laughs at you, pushing your hair back with a grin, "never that."
sukuna likes the known fact that he'll never find another girl like you and you've grown okay with the fact that you'll never find someone that accepts you the way he does.
written mike this