What would boyfriend sukuna do if he accidentally made his beloved cry? 👀🩵
*claps hands together and bites lip* AYO-
You’d been arguing about something minuscule, about whose turn it was to wash the dishes, and he merely rolled his eyes and said he could find someone else who would do it.
Because sukuna doesn’t think. No matter the time, the context, the situation, when he’s on defense, he’s going to bring out the big guns and says things to hurt. To damage, to break, to shatter.
Because sukuna is not a good person. He may smack on this “learning how to love” facade, he may hold doors open for you and cradle you when you cry, he may introduce you to his friends and family, but at the end of the day, he’s a trashy man who just fends for himself and only thinks about himself.
Or. That’s what he thought.
Until he sees the hot, betrayed tears bubbling in your waterline. He sees the way your shoulders are tightened, and the way your bottom lip wobbles. He sees the way you look at him in disgust, in hatred, you hate him you shouldn’t even be looking at him right now, but you’re so in disbelief that he could conjure such a claim to you that, like a car accident, you can’t look away. Your eyes glaze over his body in distain and god, fuck, he would do anything, worship any gods, fight any evil and give up his greatest treasures if it meant you’d never look at him like this again.
“Why would you say that?” You whimper, and he sees your hand twitch as it makes a move to wipe the tear, but you never connect the movement. The tear falls, and so does your clenched hand. “Did that make you feel better? To hurt me like that?”
“No,” he chokes. “No, no, this isn’t right, I didn’t mean that-“
“You sure had a hell of a time hiding it,” you scoff, and your arms come up to hug yourself, an action that he should be doing, but he feels like if he moves he’s going to shatter. “God, fuck, what were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t,” he rasps. He cards a big hand through his hair, “fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, not to you, never to you.” His hands ball into fists as he loses himself, “fuck, fuck fuck, god, I swear I didn’t mean that, I would never-“
“But you did, Sukuna,” you wail in anguish. “And you said it so easily, what, do you have someone else on the back burner?”
“I don’t!” He says, mind melting and heart pounding because he ruined this, he ruined one of the few good things in his life, all with one stupid phrase he never should’ve even let cross his mind, let alone his lips. “It’s only you, I’m only ever obsessed with you! I love you!”
Love is not a word Sukuna uses. It’s more well intentioned hugs and kisses, he’s a shower not a teller, and he takes in a big gulp of air as the foreign word tingles his tongue. You blink at him in awe, and he lets out a shaky sigh, “god, fuck, I love you. And… And-And-And I’d never want to make you hurt this. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
The room is quiet. The air is heavy as sukuna watches you cautiously, not sure where to go from here.
Then, you sniffle and walk towards him. You slip into his arms, and sukuna thinks you’re made of glass, too fragile to be in his cruel embrace. He gently cradles the back of your head as you cry softly into his chest. “I’m sorry,” he echos. “I mean it. Never going to say that shit again.”
“You fucked up,” you sniffle.
He swallows the thick wad in his throat and blinks up to the sky, begging to be grounded in his heightened state.
“I know.”
“I hate you.”
But he’s got you, for now. That’s all he cares about, and if you ever smarten up and leave him for the dirt he is, he’d never blame you.
But for now…
“I know.”
Not to be 10000% negative and cynical about but why do I feel like at some point in BUCCHIGIRI?!, Matakara just suddenly snapped at Arajin in a future episode. Like he just gets fed up with Arajin’s rude and distant behaviour and just straight up calls him out.
Gods, it would be so devastating not because of the angst potential, but the fact that despite being reunited with his childhood friend (well sweetheart lol), Arajin just keeps brushing him off, ignoring him, and chasing a girl who is clearly using him for selfish reasons.
And then suddenly, Arajin suddenly blurted out that it’s because of the guilt that he couldn’t protect Matakara during their childhood and that he broke their promise, complete with Arajin just breaking down.
Matakara would be shocked but disappointed that this is what kept Arajin back? Well, he understands but Matakara would walk out. He wouldn’t say anything but the look of his face is just…disappointment.
What if Hanahaki Disease AU. Brian has it but covers it up so well Dexter doesn't find out until he gets close to Brian's body to undo the plastic wrap and notices the petals coming out of Brian's throat right where he slashed it.
I desperately need, but have no capability to create myself cause my writing sucks and I can't characterise specific people well, to read a story where Brian reveals himself to Dexter much sooner. In some stupid way like calling Dexter Barbie when they're alone or shit. One where he never used Rudy's alias and was maybe in a relationship with Deb but only to dump her post revelation. And after Dex finds out they decide to act like brothers through and through, and find a way to live with one another (Dex with his Code and Brian with his hate of it) and they reveal it to people too, like Angel, Masuka, Deb, Rita and co. like "Hey, this is my long lost blood brother that I just found". It all happens where Dex is still with Rita (no slander of that poor woman accepted) but somehow him and Brian end up fighting (about the code or stuff related to it cause I find it unlikely that they'd start fighting about anything else) and you know the classical heated make-out session post fight? Exactly that, all in the heat of the moment. And the story revolves around Brian who just wanted exactly that from the start but hadn't dared cause he feared losing Dexter again and Dexter having an existential crisis cause of it since he still loves Rita and even if he were to leave her he already introduced Brian as his blood brother to practically everybody.