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⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏JUST YOU AND ME CHAPTER ONE ʚ﹕gender neutral/no pronouns ʚ﹕AO3 vers // masterlist // series masterlist // 0.7k

ʚ﹕warnings // a wedding, an affair, feelings of guilt and anxiety and uncertainty, love and comfort. ʚ﹕comment // please read!!! so, this fic is going to be in multiple parts with a poll after each main chapter :) kinda like a choose your own adventure but everyone votes within 24 hours! choices are ambiguous and will lead to a different result so go with your heart! a new chapter will be posted everyday for a couple of days and I'll link a masterlist after the first poll! 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 just curious on the other decisions. once everything is out, there will be instructions and guidance in the masterlist on each chapter and option!

i had a ton of fun on this fic and sorry for the long ass comment but its kinda important! i cant wait to see what choices win the polls and how the final outcome is because theres 3 different endings hehe also i'm going to post everything to ao3 once the series is complete!! ♡

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This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life; so why is there a debilitating weight in your chest, and the desperate need to look over at the guest table in front of you? 

It feels like there’s a dark, solid mass nestled in your rib cage, almost where your heart should be. Slowly consuming you from the inside out, it poisons your mind with guilt and regret. A pair of eyes burn holes into the side of your head as you stare at the wait staff hanging around the kitchen area. You have no real interest in them, they’re just waiting for all the guests to be seated and so they can serve dinner within the hour. 

Dragging your line of sight away from the kitchen wasn’t as difficult as it should be — instead, what was painful, was the act of trying not to look ahead of you at the piercing gaze. Purposely curving your vision down to your lap, you look to your other side. 

The sludge that consumed your chest backs off immediately once you look at Yuuji, shoulders relaxing from the tense position you hadn’t noticed you were in. You let out a wistful sigh of relief, feeling like you can breathe again, and Yuuji turns to look at you. A smile breaks out across his face, wide to the point his cheeks close his eyes.

That’s your husband. Your brand new husband sat next to you at your wedding reception. The man you’d just officially wed in front of close friends and family. 

He leans in for a kiss and it’s sweeter than all the previous ones. It’s all in your head, but since you read each other your vows and exchanged rings, his kisses have tasted a little different. 

You giggle when Yuuji tries to deepen the kiss; to him it feels like the dining hall is empty, while you still feel invisible lasers tearing through your skull with a vengeance. 

“Stop.” It was a light scolding and as you try to pull away, Yuuji cradles your jaw to keep kissing you. “Everyone’s still here. You’ll get plenty of that later tonight.” 

Yuuji almost pouts but he knows you’re right, slumping back in his seat and taking your hand in his. “Okay okay,” He grins, “But tonight you’re not going anywhere.” 

His hand is warm in yours, a familiar comfort that you hope you’ll never tire of. Just like that cheeky grin he always has or the laid back attitude about everything. Throughout the process of planning this wedding Yuuji has been your rock, a calming feature to rest against and clear your mind when things become too much. 

Speaking of things…

The burning became too much, a nagging in the back of your mind that threatens to tear you apart. It feeds the slog in your chest, encourages it to grow bigger and bigger until you can’t take it anymore. You finally face what you’d been avoiding for a record breaking five minutes since you arrived at the ceremony this morning. 

Sukuna was already looking at you when you gave in, eyes locking and that weight in your chest shrinks once again. Unlike Yuuji, you can’t bring yourself to smile but your heart flutters all the same when looking at his brother. 

Of course he was going to be here to celebrate his little brothers wedding, watching the person he used to fuck casually — before you met Yuuji — walk down the aisle. When you started dating and recognised Sukuna again, you knew it would be nothing but trouble — and it was. 

There’s only been a handful of moments in the years you’d been dating Yuuji that you found yourself in the claws of such a beast once again. It was like a game between you and normally you’re strong and resilient, however, Sukuna doesn’t ever play fair to get what he wants. He would conveniently show just enough comfort when you had a fight with Yuuji, when your boyfriend was out of town and your bed was cold. The way he’s been giving you eyes all day has been foul, a new low in this cat and mouse game you play. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, something that isn’t the black goo consuming your heart. It feels just the same though; spreading guilt and the memories of Sukuna’s hands on your skin into your mind. If you let it, the feeling just might consume you. 

(if you didn't read the comment) here is where you vote for the next chapter! pick what you would do next and the next chapter will be posted after the poll has finished

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I don't feel anything

@cynomonroll

I think it’s called « hatching » in English, in French I’d just call that « ratures »

It’s like thousands of tiny lines put all together, i like it this way ^^ it gives a lot of texture and depth ^^

⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏JUST YOU AND ME CHAPTER ONE // STAY WITH YUUJI ʚ﹕gender neutral/no pronouns ʚ﹕AO3 vers // masterlist // series masterlist // 0.5k ʚ﹕chapter one

ʚ﹕warnings // a wedding, mentions of an affair, feeling of guilt, love and comfort (promise the warnings will change where appropriate) ʚ﹕comment // please read!!! this is the winner of the first poll! in the first chapter, staying with yuuji was the option that won and this is the result! don't worry if your vote didnt win; as soon as the fic is finished, all the extra choices will be posted so you can read the fic again however you would choose! there's no poll at the end of this chapter but there will be next chapter that will be posted in 24 hours

thank you everyone for all the love on this fic already!!! ive loved talking and hearing yall's interest in the choices and how the fic will go and i hope to do yall justice!! this was the shortest of the 3 im sorry lmao but again next chapter will be posted 24 hours from now and will have a poll in that one and the fics will work like that! im still taking people for a taglist so send me an ask/lmk if you want tagging in chapters! ♡

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Your mind is full of guilt, longing and wonder staring at Sukuna, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile as he watches you. He knows, he’s always known and he’s watching the show in the hopes you fall apart on your special day. 

There’s a squeeze of your hand that draws you back into the room, it releases you from the tomb you found yourself trapped inside, watching Sukuna under a spotlight surrounded by darkness. You turned to look at similar features with the same shade of pink hair, bar the tattoos adorning his face. 

With a slight furrow of his brow, Yuuji leans in and whispers, “Are you okay? The hard part is over, neither of us ran away.” 

It’s an inside joke that was innocent at first, smacking his broad chest with a gasp at the mere suggestion you would leave him at the altar. After that, you had playfully accused him and in turn received a litany of kisses and a tight squeeze, your fiance reaffirming he would never leave you like that. Before long it became a passing joke to make one another feel better in times of high anxiety during the process — until you started to actually think about it. 

But you didn’t and now a beautiful ring sits on your finger as a symbol of your dedication to your husband. 

A constantly wavering dedication.

Putting on your best smile, you take a deep breath and squeeze Yuuji’s hand in return, fingers threaded between one another sitting atop your thigh. “I’m fine. Sorry I just—“ I can’t stop thinking about your brother. “It's all happening so fast and I’m still nervous about something going wrong.” 

Yuuji’s face relaxes and he offers you a warm smile; comforting, reassuring, loving. “Nothing will go wrong, especially not with Nobara running around. I don’t think anyone dares to step a toe out of line with her calling the shots.” 

You had almost forgotten about Nobara and all the help she has been throughout this whole event. If you were too stressed to do something, she was in your living room making phone calls and ensuring you got exactly what you wanted. If something came out wrong she was the first to be sending out aggressive emails and phone calls to fix the mistake. You can only imagine what behind the scenes ventures she’s getting up to now so you don’t have to worry one bit — if only she could get rid of Sukuna without any questions. 

That burning feeling that was melting your brain has disappeared and it took you a moment to notice, looking over towards the table to find Sukuna had disappeared and some of Yuuji’s other family members had taken their seats. It felt like you could breathe again, a sigh of fresh air as you relax your body and rest your head against Yuuji’s shoulder. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too, baby.” He raises his hand entangled in yours and places a noisy kiss to the back of your hand.

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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.