AUTHOR’S SCRIBBLES ! the jjk movie was lowk shit imo but hey that didn’t stop me from getting yuuta brainrot! this one’s short (and hopefully) sweet for my precious wife @loserlvrss <3
the soft sound of yuuta's snores filled the room, his arm wrapped around your waist. the moon was peeking through the window, casting light on his resting face. he tucked his head in the crook of your neck, his breath gently tickling your skin.
you just sighed quietly. you couldn't sleep.
yuuta was going on a mission tomorrow (well, technically today) and you couldn't help but worry. you always did.
you let out a heavy sigh, fixing yourself.
"y/n…"
you froze, yuuta's lips brushing against your neck. his hands wrapped tighter around your waist.
"can't sleep" you mumbled, hand coming up to caress his hair.
yuuta hummed into your skin, thumb brushing your side.
"i'm worried… i don't know why…" you whispered.
yuuta groaned softly but it wasn't from annoyance, no. it was a simple sound he let out because he stirred awake, only to move closer and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. his dark eyes glinted in the moonlight, tender smile forming on his lips.
"hey" he murmured, sleepiness audible in his voice. "it will be okay. i always manage. i always come back home to you. this time will be no different. in a blink of an eye i'll be back. i promise"
you couldn't help but mirror his smile, your nerves calming down.
"i know but…" you started but his lips on your cut you off. the kiss was feather light, almost making you feel as if you were dreaming.
"no buts. i'll return in one piece and then we can go to that cafe you've wanted to visit, m'kay?"he offered, tiredness beginning to slur his speech. "i can scratch your back. but just… please, go to sleep. don't worry"
you nodded and turned your back to him. yuuta did as he promised, the slow drag of his fingers against your back lulling you to sleep, calming your mind.
he never lied, after all: he would always come back home to you.
no bc same it’s so dear to me i love jjk i love yuta I LOVE EVERYTHING ABT JT!!! (well almost. minus the angst fr) … IM HAPPY U LIKED IT<33333 only the best pieces for my wife fr!!! ALSO BET next time we’re seeing a jjk movie together trust fr 🙏 i’ll do sukuna makeup too teehee
AUTHOR’S SCRIBBLES ! the jjk movie was lowk shit imo but hey that didn’t stop me from getting yuuta brainrot! this one’s short (and hopefully) sweet for my precious wife @loserlvrss <3
the soft sound of yuuta's snores filled the room, his arm wrapped around your waist. the moon was peeking through the window, casting light on his resting face. he tucked his head in the crook of your neck, his breath gently tickling your skin.
you just sighed quietly. you couldn't sleep.
yuuta was going on a mission tomorrow (well, technically today) and you couldn't help but worry. you always did.
you let out a heavy sigh, fixing yourself.
"y/n…"
you froze, yuuta's lips brushing against your neck. his hands wrapped tighter around your waist.
"can't sleep" you mumbled, hand coming up to caress his hair.
yuuta hummed into your skin, thumb brushing your side.
"i'm worried… i don't know why…" you whispered.
yuuta groaned softly but it wasn't from annoyance, no. it was a simple sound he let out because he stirred awake, only to move closer and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. his dark eyes glinted in the moonlight, tender smile forming on his lips.
"hey" he murmured, sleepiness audible in his voice. "it will be okay. i always manage. i always come back home to you. this time will be no different. in a blink of an eye i'll be back. i promise"
you couldn't help but mirror his smile, your nerves calming down.
"i know but…" you started but his lips on your cut you off. the kiss was feather light, almost making you feel as if you were dreaming.
"no buts. i'll return in one piece and then we can go to that cafe you've wanted to visit, m'kay?"he offered, tiredness beginning to slur his speech. "i can scratch your back. but just… please, go to sleep. don't worry"
you nodded and turned your back to him. yuuta did as he promised, the slow drag of his fingers against your back lulling you to sleep, calming your mind.
he never lied, after all: he would always come back home to you.
no fr he’s the softest ever:(((( he’s just a lover boy:( i’m sorry to hear you had a bad day but im happy it could cheer you up a little!! thank YOU for reblogging, you get it!!!! <3
AUTHOR’S SCRIBBLES ! the jjk movie was lowk shit imo but hey that didn’t stop me from getting yuuta brainrot! this one’s short (and hopefully) sweet for my precious wife @loserlvrss <3
the soft sound of yuuta's snores filled the room, his arm wrapped around your waist. the moon was peeking through the window, casting light on his resting face. he tucked his head in the crook of your neck, his breath gently tickling your skin.
you just sighed quietly. you couldn't sleep.
yuuta was going on a mission tomorrow (well, technically today) and you couldn't help but worry. you always did.
you let out a heavy sigh, fixing yourself.
"y/n…"
you froze, yuuta's lips brushing against your neck. his hands wrapped tighter around your waist.
"can't sleep" you mumbled, hand coming up to caress his hair.
yuuta hummed into your skin, thumb brushing your side.
"i'm worried… i don't know why…" you whispered.
yuuta groaned softly but it wasn't from annoyance, no. it was a simple sound he let out because he stirred awake, only to move closer and tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. his dark eyes glinted in the moonlight, tender smile forming on his lips.
"hey" he murmured, sleepiness audible in his voice. "it will be okay. i always manage. i always come back home to you. this time will be no different. in a blink of an eye i'll be back. i promise"
you couldn't help but mirror his smile, your nerves calming down.
"i know but…" you started but his lips on your cut you off. the kiss was feather light, almost making you feel as if you were dreaming.
"no buts. i'll return in one piece and then we can go to that cafe you've wanted to visit, m'kay?"he offered, tiredness beginning to slur his speech. "i can scratch your back. but just… please, go to sleep. don't worry"
you nodded and turned your back to him. yuuta did as he promised, the slow drag of his fingers against your back lulling you to sleep, calming your mind.
he never lied, after all: he would always come back home to you.
THANK U SM HEHEHEHEHE >_< LIKE U GET ME!!!! the way i haven’t changed the theme since i started this blog AND i do feel like it does eat up every single theme i’ve done on my main….
THANK U SM HEHEHEHEHE >_< LIKE U GET ME!!!! the way i haven’t changed the theme since i started this blog AND i do feel like it does eat up every single theme i’ve done on my main….
megumi can sense the cursed energy before he even enters your place. of course he has keys to your flat. of course he visited you after feeling something was off.
you're not a sorcerer nor can you sense curses whatsoever. you're just a regular, ordinary human. and you don't know his secret yet. it's eating him alive, weighting on his heart like a burden. he knows he will talk you through his life eventually. just not yet.
he needs time. he needs time to process his feelings and emotions because he has to be sure you won't get scared. or disgusted.
the sniffles are what alerts him the most. no, not the curses. they reek of anxiety and exhaustion but nothing life threatening. a mere grade four. but your crying? now that's what he would call a grade one emergency.
"y/n?" he calls softly, closing the door. you sniff and messily wipe your nose, running your fingers through your disheveled hair.
"in here" you reply weakily, voice too shaky to be louder.
you are facing the doorway by the time he comes in. he sees the curses: black and deep purple shaded, gnawing on your shoulders. one of them is atop your head, pining your negative emotions.
"what happened?" he asked. you slumped your shoulders and hung your head low, taking a heavy breath. megumi used this moment to shoo the curses away, as if they were mere dust bunnies.
"i'm tired, that's all. i just had a really nervous day at work and i probably failed the test i had" you mumbled, feeling the mattress dip.
you felt better. you always did when megumi was around. it was as if a weight was lifted off you but in reality you knew. you knew it's him who just… is your light in a dark tunnel.
megumi awkwardly shifted and wrapped his hands around you, tucking his head in the crook of your neck and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"i'm sorry to hear that. do you want to talk about it?" he asked, humming. his calloused hands caressed your back, flicking away another curse.
tears filled your eyes as you hugged onto him as humanly as possible. his scent and presence was all you needed, already feeling better.
"not really. can we… can we stay like this for a while?" you whispered.
megumi just answered with a tender kiss on your shoulder, pulling you closer. he was your protector, whether you felt the curses gnawing on you or not. he guarded your peace, allowing you to finally relax and find comfort in his arms.
AUTHOR'S SCRIBBLES ! i love him to death!!! working on my dps baizhu lmao its going painfully slow but hey! inspired me to write this!!!!
the pleasant hum of bustling life in liyue harbor reminded you of bees circling around the flowers planted near the pharmacy. baizhu hummed too, deeply indulged in his book.
your fingers gently ran through his emerald colored locks, flowing like cascades of water down his shoulders. they were so long that you had to swoop them gently onto the bed. he insisted on sitting on the ground, between your legs. you didn't question — he knew what was the best for his back.
his hair smelled of herbs and honey. you could never figure it out: was it the shampoo? was it the herbs? they were silky smooth too!
"have you seen qiqi today?" he asked suddenly, voice quiet.
"i braided her hair and she was off to gather herbs" you answered,starting to run a brush through his hair.
"ah, i see. she managed to beat me to your braiding services" baizhu chuckled, relaxing against your touch.
"you snooze, you lose" you giggled and once his hair was tangle-free, you started to split it into three parts. sure, when he did it it always looked so… perfect. but on lazy days like these, he let you do whatever you wanted with his hair.
baizhu nuzzled his head more into your thigh, sighing softly. his eyes began to close, making it hard to focus on his book. you began humming to yourself quietly, working on his braid. it started slowly forming into a decent looking hairstlye. at the end of it, you used a hair tie and a purple bow.
"all done!" you announced and felt his head jerk up. "zhu?"
"sorry, my love. your touch almost put me back to sleep" he chuckled and slowly stood up. his bones cracked and he stretched his limbs with a yawn.
"i apologize. maybe you should close up earlier today? you seem tired lately" you offered shyly. baizhu fixed his glasses and looked at his braid in the mirror, smiling.
"smart idea. i will. and then we should eat dinner at wanmin restaurant? we haven't been there in a while" he hummed and walked up to you, caressing his hand through your hair. "thank you, the braid is majestic. i can't wait to show it off to my clients today"
he watched your features lighten up and a huge smile bloom on your face. then, he leaned in and pressed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead.
AUTHOR'S SCRIBBLES ! i love him to death!!! working on my dps baizhu lmao its going painfully slow but hey! inspired me to write this!!!!
the pleasant hum of bustling life in liyue harbor reminded you of bees circling around the flowers planted near the pharmacy. baizhu hummed too, deeply indulged in his book.
your fingers gently ran through his emerald colored locks, flowing like cascades of water down his shoulders. they were so long that you had to swoop them gently onto the bed. he insisted on sitting on the ground, between your legs. you didn't question — he knew what was the best for his back.
his hair smelled of herbs and honey. you could never figure it out: was it the shampoo? was it the herbs? they were silky smooth too!
"have you seen qiqi today?" he asked suddenly, voice quiet.
"i braided her hair and she was off to gather herbs" you answered,starting to run a brush through his hair.
"ah, i see. she managed to beat me to your braiding services" baizhu chuckled, relaxing against your touch.
"you snooze, you lose" you giggled and once his hair was tangle-free, you started to split it into three parts. sure, when he did it it always looked so… perfect. but on lazy days like these, he let you do whatever you wanted with his hair.
baizhu nuzzled his head more into your thigh, sighing softly. his eyes began to close, making it hard to focus on his book. you began humming to yourself quietly, working on his braid. it started slowly forming into a decent looking hairstlye. at the end of it, you used a hair tie and a purple bow.
"all done!" you announced and felt his head jerk up. "zhu?"
"sorry, my love. your touch almost put me back to sleep" he chuckled and slowly stood up. his bones cracked and he stretched his limbs with a yawn.
"i apologize. maybe you should close up earlier today? you seem tired lately" you offered shyly. baizhu fixed his glasses and looked at his braid in the mirror, smiling.
"smart idea. i will. and then we should eat dinner at wanmin restaurant? we haven't been there in a while" he hummed and walked up to you, caressing his hand through your hair. "thank you, the braid is majestic. i can't wait to show it off to my clients today"
he watched your features lighten up and a huge smile bloom on your face. then, he leaned in and pressed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead.
STOP IM KOCKING MY LEGS BLUSHING SHIII thank YOU 🫵 for reblogging w such a cute comment, it just made my day:(( im so glad to have met more baizhu enjoyers <3333 HUHUU thank u again hehe
AUTHOR'S SCRIBBLES ! i love him to death!!! working on my dps baizhu lmao its going painfully slow but hey! inspired me to write this!!!!
the pleasant hum of bustling life in liyue harbor reminded you of bees circling around the flowers planted near the pharmacy. baizhu hummed too, deeply indulged in his book.
your fingers gently ran through his emerald colored locks, flowing like cascades of water down his shoulders. they were so long that you had to swoop them gently onto the bed. he insisted on sitting on the ground, between your legs. you didn't question — he knew what was the best for his back.
his hair smelled of herbs and honey. you could never figure it out: was it the shampoo? was it the herbs? they were silky smooth too!
"have you seen qiqi today?" he asked suddenly, voice quiet.
"i braided her hair and she was off to gather herbs" you answered,starting to run a brush through his hair.
"ah, i see. she managed to beat me to your braiding services" baizhu chuckled, relaxing against your touch.
"you snooze, you lose" you giggled and once his hair was tangle-free, you started to split it into three parts. sure, when he did it it always looked so… perfect. but on lazy days like these, he let you do whatever you wanted with his hair.
baizhu nuzzled his head more into your thigh, sighing softly. his eyes began to close, making it hard to focus on his book. you began humming to yourself quietly, working on his braid. it started slowly forming into a decent looking hairstlye. at the end of it, you used a hair tie and a purple bow.
"all done!" you announced and felt his head jerk up. "zhu?"
"sorry, my love. your touch almost put me back to sleep" he chuckled and slowly stood up. his bones cracked and he stretched his limbs with a yawn.
"i apologize. maybe you should close up earlier today? you seem tired lately" you offered shyly. baizhu fixed his glasses and looked at his braid in the mirror, smiling.
"smart idea. i will. and then we should eat dinner at wanmin restaurant? we haven't been there in a while" he hummed and walked up to you, caressing his hand through your hair. "thank you, the braid is majestic. i can't wait to show it off to my clients today"
he watched your features lighten up and a huge smile bloom on your face. then, he leaned in and pressed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead.
AUTHOR’S SCRIBBLES ! this is very self indulgent lol don’t mind me :)
“do you think i’m stupid?”
suguru’s fingers halt above his keyboard, freezing completely.
“what makes you think that?” he asks, gently; worried. he faces you but you remain focused on your scattered notes or books. or rather, you space out and think out loud.
“dunno. well, i do feel dumb”
suguru shakes his head in denial but lets you voice your thoughts.
“it’s just… i’ve always been an average student. never the worst, never the best. i didn’t strive for excellence either. sure, i did what i could. but always ended up getting a C or so. no matter how hard i tried and thought i understood the topic… there was always someone who was better. smarter”
you tap your pen mindlessly and speak so naturally, it makes suguru wonder if that’s something you truly believe.
“i don’t have the stubbornness or ambition. i’m not the one to compare myself to others but… i’m not as smart as you or shoko. or even satoru, you know” you smile. but it’s a sad smile, a one that suguru never liked seeing. “i never liked this ‘academic weapon’ bullshit… but maybe i’m made for having a mundane, brainless office job till i’m dead.”
suguru exhales slowly, trying to think of a gentle way to approach your worries.
“nevermind. i guess the exams are just eating me inside out” you shrug, seeing his furrowed brows.
“no, i do mind. it’s just a weird topic like, obviously, i’m not gon’ call you dumb” he offers you a smile and cherishes the small move of the corner of your lips. “maybe you’re not academically smart. but you try your best”
he points at the books.
“but it’s never enough…” a small mumble escapes your lips, which makes his heart clench.
suguru stands up and joins you on the bed, sitting at the edge.
there’s silence as you look into his ebony eyes.
“i think you’re clever”
“you do?” you frown and straighten your back. with a nod, a couple of black strands of hair fall down his shoulders.
“mhm. your notes are creative. so are your comments when satoru says something dumb. you weigh your options while shopping carefully. you don’t allow to get yourself mistreated.” he counts and your breath stutters. “i think that’s smart. intelligent. marks and grades are a foolish system of labelling one’s knowledge. but it’s a different thing being clever outside academics”
you look down on your textbook and sticky notes.
suguru gently caresses your hair, letting you process his words.
“you have a sexy brain” you giggle suddenly, looking up.
“so do you” he mirrors your smile, relieved to see that he dispelled your doubts.
AUTHOR’S SCRIBBLES ! i won’t allow myself to be controlled by a calendar 😾 fuck it, happy mother’s day!!!!
you feel yourself dozing off, finally having some peace. on your chest is laying your six-month old daughter, her gentle snores like a pleasant melody compared to her aria of wails performed just mere moments ago.
the day comes to an end, warm hues of sunset ripping through the window. you’re trying your best to stay awake but it’s too hard.
recently, you’ve been exhausted. taking care of a half-year old is one thing, having to look after a two-year old at the same time is another. you and your husband decided you would stay at home and he would provide the financial support. needless to say, you’d never think you’d admit to miss work.
constant cries, bodily fluids, headaches, small bites, having to look out for every single possible threat, not having a moment to yourself… you could go on.
luckily, your husband was a heaven-sent. he helps as much as he can, given his hectic work schedule.
which is why he left work earlier today and right now he’s on a walk with your older daughter.
the soft breeze sneaks through the open window, birds chirping a soft melody. you could go on a walk too…
there’s a quiet noise and creak of door opening, signaling that they’re back.
“mom?”
you sigh and close your eyes. you had hoped that the walk will tire your eldest out and nanami would come back with her fast asleep.
“mommy is asleep, your sister too” your husband’s voice is quiet. he closes the door and soon enough you hear footsteps “see?”
your baby babbles in response, a small rustle can be heard.
“let’s sleep too, hm? aren’t you tired, baby?” kento whispers. you suddenly feel him putting a blanket over you two, a warm feeling spreading through your heart. you’re trying your best not to grin.
his footsteps fade away and you assume he went to lull his firstborn to sleep.
and before you can realize, you’re falling asleep too. or rather, you’re being woken up.
you frown, creaking an eye open.
it’s already dark outside, the chirps of birds replaced by a choir of crickets. your baby is not laying on your chest anymore – before you can panic, you realize it must’ve been me to who moved her.
“hi pretty” he smiles softly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
you yawn and stretch, sitting up.
“what time is it?” you ask, rubbing your eyes.
“almost nine pm. i’ve tucked them both into their beds, now time for my big girl, hm?” kento smiled softly, sitting at the edge of the couch. you grin and before you can add something, he hands you a small, pink bag with skye on it. your two-year old loves paw patrol and skye is her favorite, which already makes you crack a smile.
you look at him suspiciously and he just scoffs.
“i didn’t have the heart to say no, you know it”
you gently reach inside and your fingers brush against a scratchy surface. you take out a heart shaped, glittery box. kento smiles at your confused face.
“open it”
and you do. it’s a box of chocolates, with a small envelope. your fingers gently pry it open too. inside, there’s a gift card for a massage at the spa you’ve been meaning to go but never had time.
you’re completely confused.
“happy mother’s day” kento finally cracks and leans closer to place a tender kiss on your temple. your eyes widen as you scan his face.
“it’s today? i completely forgot” you hum in disbelief.
“mhm. they’re too small to realize so i figured i’ll spoil their hardworking mom” your husband reached to interlock his hand with yours.
your lower lips quivers, eyes threatening to get teary.
“thank you, ken” you whisper and squeeze his hand.
“i love you” he says and leans closer, resting his forehead against yours “thank you for your hard job. thank you… for wanting to be a mother of my children”
and you break, pearl tears rolling down your cheek. maybe it’s the pent up tiredness or his words. but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
i haven’t been doing well mentally (tbh since feb but it’s been worse lately, a lot of personal shit happened), my finals r approaching and i just … it’s been really disappointing to log onto tumblr for the past few months. being greeted by spammed empty likes wasn’t really giving me energy to write so… in general,,, i just… don’t have any motivation to do my hobbies whatsoever…….…:[ let’s hope i regain some will to write after my finals.
moots hmu on dc ! i’ll try to pop in occasionally so feel free to talk to me in my inbox too:)
he was standing in front of his bed, crimson eyes piercing through one spot.
a fuzzy… roundish… thing. white. seemingly soft.
he has never seen this item before, therefore it was certainly not his. how did it end up in his apartment?
sukuna leaned forward, fingers reaching to brush against it. indeed, soft. kind of squishy.
the ryomen sukuna wasn’t scared, no. he was intrigued, somewhat cautious.
was it a cursed object?
he furrowed his brows and snatched the item, squishing it in his hands. it seemed like a caricature of a cat. with a red dot. and no mouth. in a ‘cute’ garment.
“kuna, have you seen my hello kitty plushie?” your voice rang behind his back.
“this evil spawn?” he asked, turning around.
you let out a gasp, seeing how he was basically strangling her.
“what’s your problem? she’s so cute! don’t choke her!” you whined, trying to get your possession back.
needless to say, sukuna prevented you helplessly. he looked deep into the black, soulless eyes of the said… plushie.
“i cuddle it to sleep, okay? i just need something in my arms and you won’t let me be the big spoon so…” you grunted. sukuna scoffed.
“if i let you be the big spoon, will you throw it away?” he cocked an eyebrow.
“what? no!” you yelped, drawing a smile from him.
you ended up being the big spoon anyway. and your hello kitty sitting politely on the nightstand.
sukuna couldn’t put his finger on it but he felt judged by the stuffed toy.
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