I Miss You; I Still Do

Did you at least kiss, hug, and caressed the brick lovingly before chucking it to my heart?

zombie! sukuna in the apocalypse au | implied f. reader can be read otherwise, no mentioned prns., mentions of blood/violence/cannibalism and other zombie apocalypse things, implied estb. rl ؛ ଓ

you were ready to put a bullet through his head the second he stumbled toward you, blood-matted hair and dried flesh curling at the edges of his mouth. the only reason you didn't—couldn't—was because his eyes still looked like him. 

sukuna’s eyes were sharp, not glassy, not the sunken, hungry blankness you’d seen in every other infected. no, his were locked onto you like he knew you, like he was still in there somewhere, buried under layers of rot and cracked skin.

the safehouse had barely been holding up before he crashed in—wooden panels and metal scrap hastily bolted into place, now splintered and bent from the sheer force of him slamming into it in a frenzy. not to get to you, no. just… because he needed to do something.

rage, starvation, madness—it all seemed to knot in his chest, and instead of lashing out at you, he was slamming fists into the support beams until they groaned. he tore down half a shelf with his bare hands and flung a rusted toolbox through the window, shattering it completely, letting the cold night wind rush in and scatter everything not nailed down.

you were pressed into the corner, heart pounding, eyes darting from the broken wall to him, back and forth, just waiting. but he didn’t lunge at you. didn’t even look at you like food. he just staggered back, huge and twitching and visibly biting down on a guttural growl, until his spine hit the far wall and he slid down to the floor.

you noticed it then—he had chewed through his lower lip, not out of hunger, but restraint. his shoulder was bleeding where his teeth had scraped deep, and one of his hands was locked around the other wrist like he was holding himself back from tearing it off for a snack. it would’ve been grotesque if it wasn’t so… him. dramatic, stubborn, brutal.

he was trying.

and it wasn’t just restraint. when one of the shamblers got too close to your hiding spot earlier in the day, sukuna tore its head off before you even had time to load your gun. his body was fast—too fast for something so dead—and the second it hit the ground, he had backed off again, panting through sharp teeth, hunched and tense like he expected you to run from him too.

you didn’t. not yet, at least.

and now? now he was curled into the wall, massive frame practically shaking with how hard he was holding back. any time you stepped closer, his whole body jolted like he was afraid of himself. like he didn’t trust his mouth, his hands, his hunger.

you saw his eyes flick to you again. still red. still his.

and somehow—despite the decay and the violence and the absolutely terrifying reality that your boyfriend was probably one bad moment away from devouring you whole—you could see it in the way he stared: he wasn’t going to let anything else get to you.

even if it meant eating himself first.

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a/n ♡ this one was kinda difficult but i hope it's still fairly relatable

tags ♡ fluff, bf!hyunjin, friends to lovers, smut, mentioned dom!hyunjin, mentions of facials rating ♡ e for explicit

best friend!hyunjin who doesn't mind when you spam him random texts

best friend!hyunjin who loves listening to you talk

best friend!hyunjin who feels like he can be himself around you all the time

best friend!hyunjin who will help you pick an outfit for a night out

best friend!hyunjin who will jokingly judge you whenever you say/do something stupid but in reality he finds it endearing

best friend!hyunjin who has a sketchbook dedicated to you and only you

"best friend!hyunjin" who will shyly confess to you after an art exhibit date

boyfriend!hyunjin who melts a little bit inside when you remember his favourite drink order

boyfriend!hyunjin who is obsessed with your smile and will do anything to keep it on your face 24/7

boyfriend!hyunjin who sleeps the best when he's beside you

boyfriend!hyunjin who loves spending time with you, even if it's just the both of you in the same room sitting together in silence

boyfriend!hyunjin who will take every opportunity to paint you, clothing being optional

boyfriend!hyunjin who picks out lingerie sets for you, and makes you model them for him

boyfriend!hyunjin who could dom you, but loves to see you take control sometimes

boyfriend!hyunjin who thinks you look the prettiest with his cum on your face

boyfriend!hyunjin who makes the best expressions when he's inside you

boyfriend!hyunjin who's extremely vocal when he's about to cum, letting you know he's going to fuck you full of his cum

boyfriend!hyunjin who loves to leave hickeys all over your skin, marking you as his

omg !! I saw your post where you said you'd be taking song fic requests and I have one. 🫣

song: you belong with me - Taylor Swift

lyrics: "But she wears short Skirts, I wear T-shirts She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along so, why can't you see? You belong with me.."

Pairing: football player!lee know x introverted!reader

genre: angst (with fluff at the end...?)

You Belong With Me~

a/n: this is absolutely my favourite song ever! @hugsforjungwon thanks for requesting this, it was thrilling to write, and I hope you like it!

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The night was calm and peaceful. You lounged on the couch, absentmindedly swiping through your phone, while your best friend, Minho, lay sprawled across you. An 80’s hip-hop song played softly in the background, prompting you to groan. "Who on earth decided to play this ancient song?" you quipped, only to answer your own question. "Oh right, we have a Minho in the room." He simply rolled his eyes, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

You and Minho had been inseparable since childhood, so close that you even defied the college rules and secretly roomed together. In your opinion, sharing a room with your best friend was far better than being stuck with some spoiled rich girl. The college dorm arrangements were always harsh, and you didn't want to take any chances.

Over time, your connection with Minho has only grown stronger, and perhaps, you've developed a crush on him. However, you knew deep down that his relationship status as someone's boyfriend rendered your feelings insignificant. It was heart-wrenching for you, but what truly mattered was Minho's happiness, even if it wasn't with you.

Tonight appeared to be just like any other normal night, with both of you lying down engrossed in your phones. Strangely enough, Minho seemed restless, his fingers dancing furiously on the screen as he typed away. Suddenly, his ringtone erupted into a fast-paced melody, prompting him to abruptly leave the room. You didn't pay much attention at first, but you could faintly hear his voice resonating from outside the door. He was tense and arguing.

You realised it was another one of the many fights between him and his girlfriend. You sighed and turned your attention back to your phone. After a few minutes you heard him come back inside, a hand running through his hair like he always did when he was nervous.

“Trouble in paradise?” you asked putting your phone down and turning your attention to him. Minho laughed ruefully, running his fingers through his hair again, as if just thinking about it was enough to make him want to pull at his hair. "Not exactly," he replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of fondness and frustration. "Jiyeon is wonderful, really. It's just that we have different...senses of humor. She didn't appreciate one of my jokes, I brushed it off as something trivial, and now she's giving me the silent treatment."

"Makes sense. Your jokes suck."

"They do not."

"You're the only one who laughs at them."

"You do too!"

"Only because they're so bad!". As you uttered those words, your gaze dropped to the floor, almost as if avoiding eye contact would reveal the hidden truth of your admiration for Minho's jokes.

"Jiyeon's not bad, of course, but don't you think you jumped into this a little too quickly?" The thought had been lingering in your mind, quietly questioning whether Minho's trust in everyone was warranted. It took him quite some time to let his guard down and trust someone, and although you would never voice it aloud, you couldn't help but feel that he had rushed into this relationship faster than he was comfortable with.

Maybe it was because Jiyeon actually registered as a girl to him. After all these years of being friends, you probably didn’t look any different than the boys to him. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy dressing up, it just wasn't a priority for you, and you didn't have much time for it. Growing up in a small neighborhood, you weren't exactly the social butterfly either.

Jiyeon, on the flip side, always exuded an air of elegance and charm. She was effortlessly put together, making it easy to engage in meaningful conversations with her. Although she adored Jiyeon, it pained her to see her standing next to Minho. They didn't even have to be physically close to give off the impression of a couple.

As your conversation gradually faded, you decided to play some music. The song that came on was your absolute favorite, causing you to sway your head and unleash your inner karaoke star. Minho chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping along to the rhythm.

"Jiyeon would absolutely despise listening to this," Minho remarked.

"It's quite entertaining!" you replied with a smirk.

Uh huh, sure," he playfully retorted.

In that moment, you couldn’t think of what Jiyeon thinks of all things. You saw her enough without dwelling on her when she wasn't even there. So what if the music was a bit silly and funky? You were a little silly and funky yourself. Sometimes it made you wonder how Minho could spend time with you, considering how different you were from Jiyeon. It just didn't make sense to you.

But what did Jiyeon really know? She wasn't the one who had known him for ages, who could sense his moods from across the house, or who shared all his inside jokes. No, that was you. But did it even matter anymore? Who were you to feel bitter about Minho's new love interest? Just a friend who hung on his every word, whether you showed it or not.

"I don't understand how you can listen to this," Minho interrupted your thoughts, causing you to quickly look away, feeling your face flush from almost being caught staring at him. "It all sounds the same to me. Like static."

"Not to me," you replied, watching Minho get up to make some tea. You couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of barrier over his eyes that you could remove, so he could see you for who you truly were: everything he had been searching for.

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The following day, Minho was in the company of Jiyeon during the morning, but upon his return, he seemed unusually quiet. It was evident that he had a lot on his mind, so you decided not to disturb him. However, you couldn't resist for too long.

"I noticed you left in the morning," you mentioned.

"Yeah, I was with Jiyeon," he replied.

"Is everything alright?" you asked, concerned.

He let out a forced laugh. "As alright as it can be, I suppose."

You nodded, not wanting to pry further. "Are you ready for the big game this afternoon?" you inquired.  "Yeah, I guess," he responded nonchalantly. You smiled, reassuring him, "You're our star quarterback, you'll do great." Extending your fist, you offered him a fist bump, and he reciprocated.

The game arrived sooner than expected, and you quickly put on your house scarf before rushing to the stadium to wish Minho luck. Spotting him, you couldn't contain your excitement and almost tackled him to the ground. His laughter filled the air, a rare and beautiful sound. It was moments like these that made you feel privileged to be one of the few who could bring out that genuine joy in him.

As you said 'Good Luck,' you both performed your special handshake, a ritual you always followed before every game. Afterward, Minho mentioned that he had something important to tell you and went off to prepare himself. You waved him goodbye and found a seat in the bleachers. It was then that your gaze fell upon Jiyeon, she was the head cheerleader, energetically waving her pompoms and looking absolutely adorable in her tight top and short skirt, something you would never be. You couldn't help but feel surprised that Minho didn't approach her for a kiss or something.

The game began and the crowd erupted with cheers, each person supporting their own team. In the end, your and Minho's team emerged victorious! You jumped up, threw your scarf aside, and hurried down to meet Minho.

"You were amazing! I'm so proud of you, as always," you said excitedly.

"Thanks, y/n," he replied, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

You continued to gush about the thrilling game, but then noticed that Minho was only focused on you. Curious, you asked him what was on his mind.

"I wasn't completely honest earlier. Jiyeon and I... we broke up. And I've been thinking aboutwhether I made the right decision or if I was too blind to see what was right in front of me. I think I've found my answer."

You stood there, shocked, and surprised. Was this really happening?

Without warning, Minho swept you off my feet and pulled you into the most passionate kiss you had ever experienced. In that moment, it felt like the entire world disappeared, leaving just the two of you.

There was nothing wrong with exploring, making mistakes, and searching for love. But if it wasn't out there, Minho would always come back.

He would always come back to the person he had known all along.

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The lock on the front door clicked, alerting you to your husband's arrival. It would be his first day home after three long months of being on tour. Nights of phone calls between you and him would almost always be interrupted by your 4 year old son who missed his father just as much as you did. 

“BOO!” You had been in the kitchen when Jeongin came through the front door, rather quietly as well, like he was planning on surprising you and your son, but Jeongyoo had different plans. Your boy had been in position behind the little table for a solid hour just waiting for his fathers return. 

“Holy shi-!” Jeongin began, but you pointed at him sternly with the wooden spoon you were holding, stopping him before he could finish the curse word that you didn’t want your son to utilize just yet. “That was a good one, thanks bud.” Jeongin quickly said when he looked down and saw Jeongyoo still standing in front of him. “Do I get a hug? Did you miss me? Hmm?” Jeongin asked, crouching down in front of the boy who was almost like a statue at this point, just staring at his father as if he didn’t understand him. 

A long moment of silence, and you were intrigued by it, wondering about what your son was about to do or if he was going to speak at all. He was a lot of things, but predictable was not one of them. “RAWR!” He suddenly shouted, his hands flying up into tiny claws before running off towards his bedroom. 

Jeongin, in a pure state of reasonable shock, fell back onto his butt, his eyes wide as they followed the little boy that was full of scares right now. “What the fu-! FLIP!? WHAT THE FLIP?!” Jeongin screeched, quickly pushing himself up off the floor to go into the kitchen where you were, almost like he was hiding behind you. You couldn’t help but laugh, especially after hearing stories from Jeongins own mother about how much of a goblin-respectfully-he was as a child. “Does he do this to you? Are you okay, jagi? Has he been tormenting you for three months?” 

You snorted loudly, rolling your eyes at your husband's dramatics before turning to face him, cupping his cheeks and pressing a kiss to his slightly pouty lips. “He’s been a good boy. You’re the only person he’s been scaring, unless he does it at the daycare and his teacher just hasn’t told me.” You explained, turning back towards the little lunch that you had been preparing. “I think he’s doing it because he misses you and he just doesn’t know how to express that feeling yet.” 

You could hear the pop of Jeongins lips as his mouth fell open, clearly not on board with your reasoning, but he wasn’t going to argue with it. “Little dude could just give me a hug but he tries to make me shit my pants… got it.” Jeongin joked quietly, and you couldn’t hold in your laughter. “It’s not funny… I miss my son and he doesn’t even miss me enough to not terrorize me as soon as I walk through the door.” 

Sighing softly, you turned around once again, your hands firmly placed on Jeongins shoulders so you could look at him and so that he would look at you. “He does miss you, very much actually.” You started, your thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the tense muscles of his shoulders, feeling him slightly relax under your hands. “He misses you so damn much, he wants to be just like you. Your mother came over and she was telling us stories about how you were as a child…” It was as if a lightbulb clicked inside his head and you could only smile and nod as you seemed to watch it all start to make sense in Jeongins head. “You really were a little stink when you were younger.” You teased and now Jeongin seemed to have both a sense of pride, and maybe just a hint of fear in his eyes. He knew how he was when he was younger, and now he wondered whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that his son wanted to be like him. 

“I don’t think I jump scared my parents like he is though, or at least they never said anything about me doing that. Did they say I did?” He inquired, leaning back against the center island in the kitchen and pulling you closer to him as he did. His hands rubbed up and down your sides, unknowingly sidetracking your brain from answering his question until his head tilted to the side, prompting you to answer. 

“Mm… No, she never said anything about you doing anything like that, but he put his own little spin on being a mini stink stink just like you.” You joked, and in retaliation he squeezed you hips, causing you to squeal and squirm against him. “Rude ass. Don’t get me excited. You know damn well we can’t do anything when Jeongyoo is awake.” You quietly scolded, but Jeongin seemed to find more fun in teasing you, his hand landing firmly against your ass with a loud smack that had you jumping and pressing further against him. 

“Who said I was trying to do anyth-“ Before he could finish his sentence, Jeongyoo once again popped out, seemingly from out of nowhere, this time making both Jeongin and you jump in shock. His blanket was over his head, pretending to act like a ghost, but when he attempted to run off he ended up slipping on the blanket and falling to the floor. “Ah… shi- shoot!” Jeongin shouted, miraculously holding in his curse as he carefully moved you to the side and ran to help his son, scooping him up and holding him tight against his chest. “It’s alright, bud. Daddy is here…” Jeongin cooed, soothing the little boy's soft whimpers as he tried his best to hold back his cries to be strong in front of his father. 

“Did I scare you?” Jeongyoo asked softly, his glistening eyes looking to his father for acceptance, and Jeongin nodded so swiftly, you could almost see the sadness wash away from your son’s face, replaced with a look of both excitement and pride. “I not hurt… I just fell down… I okay now.” He said, attempting to wiggle out of Jeongins hold, but he held onto him tighter, running crazily around the room while making siren noises just to elicit giggles out of your son. 

“My boy! He’s gotten a booboo! Nurse Y/N, we need ice cream and stuffed animals! Quickly!” Jeongin shouted, gently dropping your son onto the couch as you swiftly jumped into the role of nurse to keep up with the impromptu game that your husband had just come up with. “Oh no! He seems to have a case of the giggles! What should we do?!” Jeongin wailed as your sons laughter only got louder, and you rushed over with all the stuffed animals you could carry from his room and dropped them onto the couch. 

“I’ve never seen a case of the giggles like this! I think he needs Mr. MonkeyBoots!” You picked up your sons favorite stuffed animal, one that had been a gift from Jeongin when he had come back from tour last year, and Jeongyoo quickly grabbed his, holding it close to him and hiding his face in it as his laughter slowly died down. “We did it, Dr. Yang! We cured the giggles!” You cheered, clapping your hands together. 

The game ended just as quickly as it started, and soon there was a silence, but it was calm, it was peaceful. Jeongin knelt down on the floor in front of the couch, his hand brushing through his son's hair and he had a smile that he seemed to save only for his son. “I missed you so much, bud.” Jeongin whispered before leaning his forehead against Jeongyoos and letting out a little sigh. “When you’re a little bit older, I’ll take you on tours with me. You and mommy. I don’t like being so far away from you two…” 

“Three…” You corrected him with a soft whisper from the kitchen, and Jeongins head whipped up to look at you over the back of the couch, his eyes wide, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the shocked look on his face. “You’re the one who wanted to give me a parting gift before you left for tour… It was one hell of a gift, thank you.” 

Jeongin gasped loudly, causing his son who had at some point fallen asleep to stir. “That one better not get any ideas from my mom like he did… I don’t think we can handle another mini me.” 

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Sukuna and His Goddess Waifu

So, how did he pull you?

Simple. He decided.

Sukuna first saw you when he was just a small, scrappy child—a nameless orphan wandering among mortals, unloved and unwanted. Maybe you were helping someone, maybe you were just passing by, but to him, it was fate. You knelt down, offered him food, kissed his forehead with the gentlest touch, and walked away with a soft smile.

That was it. That was all it took.

"Yes," he thought. "That. That right there will be my wife."

There was just one tiny problem.

He was a nobody. A weak, starving child. And you? You were something else. Something divine.

So, what did he do? He trained. He bled. He broke his bones, healed, then broke them again. He clawed his way to power, forcing the world to acknowledge him. No longer a weakling, no longer a mere mortal—he became something more. Something worthy.

But then came the real problem.

How the hell was he supposed to find you?

Because, as it turns out, his dumbass had only seen you once in his entire life. And, to make matters worse, there was a very real possibility that he had imagined the whole thing.

Wow, Sukuna. Great job. Truly a genius-level plan.

Still, he refused to give up. He grew stronger and stronger, thinking maybe, just maybe, with enough power, he could track you down—sense you, find you, claim you. But the years passed, and doubt crept in.

Had you ever been real?

Were you just a dream? A fantasy conjured up by a lonely, starving child? Because let’s be honest—you were too perfect, too pure, too good.

The realization hit him like a boulder to the chest. The defeat, the disappointment—unbearable. And slowly, he gave up.

Besides, even if you had existed, by now you’d be too old for him. Or worse—already married. Or dead.

He had played himself. Gotten his hopes up for nothing.

And then—

He saw you.

Even more beautiful. Even more perfect. Even more… you.

It was after a long, bloody war. He had wandered into a quiet bay, stepping into the cool water to wash away the grime of battle. That’s when he saw it—soft ripples, a gentle glow, the outline of a figure.

At first, he thought it was a water spirit. Or maybe a curse.

No.

It was you.

There you were, bathing peacefully, unaware that you had just shattered the last bit of reason left in his soul. And that’s when everything clicked.

You weren’t human.

And you would—in fact—be his wife.

No doubt about it.

He had planned this moment for years. Thought of what he’d say, how he’d announce himself like the all-powerful being he had become. He’d make a grand impression, take your breath away with his presence alone.

Then—before he could even figure out how to start—you turned your head and smiled.

"Oh," you said, tilting your head slightly. "You’ve grown up."

That was it. That was the first thing you said to him.

Sukuna was waiting.

Waiting for you to say something else—anything—that acknowledged how impressive he was. Maybe a gasp of realization. A whisper of awe. A wow, you've become so powerful and handsome, please take me now.

Instead, you just… kept bathing.

Like he was a particularly large and grumpy bird that had landed nearby.

His eye twitched. "You’ve grown up? That’s all you had to say?"

You tilted your head, watching him like he was some amusing little creature. "Well, you have," you said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You were just a little cub when I last saw you."

Cub.

Cub?

Sukuna clenched his fists, trying to decide whether he should be offended or just sink into the ground and perish.

You, meanwhile, were still looking at him with the same gentle, unreadable expression. If anything, you seemed fond. Which was not helping.

"You—" He exhaled sharply through his nose. "You remember me?"

"Of course I do." You gave him a little smile, but to him, it felt like you had just carved your name into his soul. "You were such a sweet little thing."

He was not sweet.

He was not little.

He was a warlord. A demon. A walking catastrophe.

But to you?

Just a sweet little thing.

Sukuna gritted his teeth, taking a step forward, making the water shift around his massive frame. "Listen, woman—"

You laughed softly. "You sound the same."

Oh, that was it. That was the final straw.

Something in his brain—already barely holding on—snapped.

You were his. That was final.

And if you didn’t realize it yet, you would.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done?" His voice was lower now, rough and commanding, but his hands trembled where they hovered near you—like he wanted to touch you but was restraining himself. "You think you can just… feed me, smile at me, and disappear?!"

You blinked up at him. "I wasn’t aware I needed your permission."

Oh, he liked you. He really liked you.

A growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in, his massive frame blocking out the rest of the world. "You belong to me. You have always belonged to me."

You just hummed, tilting your head like you were considering something. "Hmm. No, I don’t think I do."

He inhaled sharply, like you had physically stabbed him.

You were toying with him. You had to be.

"You will," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "I’ll make sure of it."

He had spent years searching for you. Built himself into a monster. Became something worthy. And now, here you were, looking at him like he was nothing but a large, stubborn tiger who had wandered into your bath.

By the time he was done, you wouldn’t just acknowledge him.

You’d never leave his side again.

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It didn’t take long before you two got married.

Not because Sukuna asked—no, no. That would imply he gave you a choice.

The moment he found you, he had already decided. And Sukuna, being the absolute menace he was, did not handle obstacles well. Which was unfortunate for you, because you, dear wife, had tested him endlessly.

It wasn’t intentional, really. You were just… yourself.

And that was the problem.

Because Sukuna had spent his entire life thinking you were divine. Unreachable. Unteachable. Something he could never fully grasp, no matter how much power he amassed.

He was okay with that. Fine, even.

Because at the end of the day, you were his wife.

He had made his dream woman his wife.

And on the first night of your wedding, for the first time in his life, Sukuna slept like a baby.

———

The next morning, he woke up feeling good.

Too good. Suspiciously good.

He sat up, stretching his absurdly large frame, and glanced at you. There you were, sleeping peacefully beside him, completely unbothered by the fact that you had married a warlord, a demon, a walking calamity.

He squinted.

Were you real?

He poked your cheek.

You swatted his hand away in your sleep.

Okay. So you were real.

He flopped back onto the bed, exhaling. "Shit."

You were his. Officially. Legally. Spiritually. Cosmically.

And suddenly, his brain—already running on delusional husband energy—decided something else.

"I need to build her a temple."

———

The next time you saw him, he was pacing back and forth, talking to his men.

"The biggest," he was saying. "No—bigger than that. If it’s not visible from the godsdamned heavens, you’ve failed me."

You stared at him, unblinking. "Sukuna."

He turned, eyes lighting up when he saw you. "Wife."

"Why are you terrorizing the architects?"

"I’m building you a temple."

You blinked. "A temple?"

"Yes. The biggest. The most magnificent. Something worthy of you."

You crossed your arms. "Sukuna, I don’t need a temple."

He stared at you like you had just spoken complete nonsense. "Of course, you do. You’re my wife. You deserve the best of the best."

"I think a nice house would be fine."

"No."

"Sukuna—"

"No."

He folded his arms, looking at you like a very stubborn, very large child who refused to compromise.

You sighed. "Fine. If you insist. But make sure it has a good kitchen."

His eyes narrowed. "…Why?"

"Because I want to cook."

He recoiled. "YOU want to cook?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Sukuna—"

"No wife of mine is cooking. That’s what servants are for."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I like cooking."

"I like destroying entire armies, but you don’t see me asking for permission, do you?"

"That is not the same thing—"

"You’re my goddess. You should be worshipped, not slaving over a stove."

"Cooking is not slavery—"

"Debatable."

You sighed. "Fine. Then I’ll cook in secret."

He squinted. "I’ll know."

"No, you won’t."

"Yes, I will."

"You won’t."

He pointed at you. "I will."

You stared at each other, locked in a silent battle of wills.

Eventually, he huffed. "Fine."

You raised a brow. "Fine?"

"Fine." He scowled, looking away. "But only when I’m not around."

You smiled. "Deal."

He narrowed his eyes. "I feel like I just lost something."

You patted his arm. "You did."

---

Sukuna had seen many things in his life. But watching a golden celestial chariot descend from the sky, carrying beings who radiated power beyond reason, was new.

Your parents stepped out first, looking like they just owned the entire universe—which, to be fair, they probably did. Your mother, a glowing figure draped in cosmic silk, gave Sukuna a once-over and sighed, like she was disappointed her daughter had married a mortal warlord. Your father, a towering being with burning stars in his eyes, simply nodded at Sukuna like he was approving a pet.

Then came your brother. Mars.

He was huge, arrogant, and immediately tried to fight Sukuna on sight.

"Ah, so this is the man who stole my sister," Mars sneered, cracking his knuckles. Sukuna blinked. "I didn't steal her, you overgrown meteor." "You married her." "...Yes?" "FIGHT ME."

The entire village was watching as the god of war (your brother) kept lunging at Sukuna while your parents casually observed, judging Sukuna’s performance like it was some royal tournament.

You, meanwhile, were busy playing with the village children, completely ignoring the chaos behind you.

At some point, Sukuna turned to you—panting, shirt half torn, arms bruised from fighting an actual god—and yelled, "WOMAN, CONTROL YOUR FAMILY!"

You just waved at him cheerfully. "You’re doing great, babe!"

At dinner, Sukuna finally got a moment to sit down—only to learn even worse news.

Your mother sighed dramatically. “I was hoping our daughter would marry someone divine, but I suppose this will do.” Your father sipped his celestial wine, eyeing Sukuna. “He’s strong. And stubborn. I like that.” Mars just scoffed. “I still think we should throw him into a black hole and see if he survives.”

Sukuna was about to cuss all of them out until he noticed—

You were glowing.

Not like metaphorically. No. You were literally glowing, like the moon had chosen to radiate directly from your skin. The villagers whispered about your true form, about how no one is allowed to look upon you unless you grant them permission.

And it hit Sukuna like a ton of bricks.

He had always known you were divine. He had just never fully processed what that meant.

He married a literal celestial being. His in-laws were gods of the freaking planets. His brother-in-law was trying to kill him every five minutes. And now there was a rumor going around that mortals couldn’t even look at you.

"...Am I—" Sukuna paused, rubbing his temples. "Am I the only mortal who’s allowed to see you?"

You blinked innocently. "Well, yeah. You’re my husband."

The villagers gasped.

Mars choked on his wine. "WAIT. HE’S SEEN YOUR TRUE FORM?" Your mother narrowed her eyes. "So that’s why he’s still alive." Your father chuckled. "Interesting. I suppose he’s truly worthy, then."

By the end of the night, Sukuna had:

Survived three fights with Mars.

Been subtly threatened by your father.

Judged by your mother.

Accidentally started a cult because now the villagers worshipped him as your celestial consort.

The next morning, as your family prepared to leave, Mars gave Sukuna one last death glare. "If you hurt her, I will personally rip you from the fabric of existence." Sukuna rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Get off my planet."

As the golden chariot ascended, Sukuna let out a long, suffering sigh.

Then he turned to you.

"...I need a vacation from your family."

You just smiled, completely unbothered. "Aww, but they love you!"

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just shut up and enjoy it and the super bowl is kinda good the halftime show is about to be elite.