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your F/O stares at you, for a long time they do, and it wasn't because you seemed 'ugly' or 'off' to them. no, it was something else.

it was the sun, your skin, the sun kissing your skin.

oh, how they envied the things around you.

the pillows that held your head, that had your tears fall upon them. the blankets that covered you and protected you from the cold or the monsters that came in the dark.

your stuffies who you told all your secrets to, if you had any. your very surroundings for experiencing all of you before they could have at all.

and here was the sun. kissing your skin so gently, so softly.

it should have been them kissing your skin and making you glow.

but they won't admit it, it just sounded silly to them.

you looked gorgeous in the sun anyways, so why bother? you were happy, you were looking at them, only them.

so their envy is pushed aside and forgotten for as long as you breathed in their air.

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-Morning Light.

Do not re-post.

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𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓! 𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒙 𝑻𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕! 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 ✎𓂃 ♡ ༉‧ ₊˚.

✎𓂃 ♡ homely painting dates, sweet, soft corner lip kisses, casual romantic art museum dates, lots of finger/hand touching/caressing, "inquisitive" interest in his tattoo doodles/sketches from his book, gentle hair combing/brushing, general drawing all over each other with tender strokes (that eventually, inevitably, leads to something more), cute diner dates, murmured whispers of endearing praises and devoted love for one another, passionate/hungry makeout sessions in the back of Suguru's personal office in his shop. ♡ ༉‧ ₊˚.

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🐅 ✌️ [charity commission]

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You looked at me like I wasn’t a mistake. Like maybe you saw something soft inside me and decided it was worth keeping. I didn’t know people like you were real. I didn’t know someone could look at me like that without asking for anything back.

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🦢𓍼ོ 𑜞᭄ೃ always look at me like we're eighty, darling.

like we have sixty years behind us, wrinkles by our eyes, like there's one more ache in my spine and i can't remember yesterday's appointment but i can recall your diamond necklace and the dried flowers in a vase on our very first date.

And when we're eighty, i hope you always look at me like we're both still young with that same fire that used to make us run out of sleep, like it hasn't stopped raining, and like our coffee is still waiting because i lost you in kisses by the stove.

like the love behind your brown eyes is a window to the tie that guided my soul to be with yours.

always look at me like i love you. like i'd never lived unless i wore grey in my hair next to yours like a promise, and like i'd know where to meet you in every single tomorrow and have you as mine all over again. 💕

@yuutaguro thank you sooo much for this beautiful comm I will always cherish of Kento and I and for being so kind!!! 🥹🥹💕💕 please go check them out and support!! 🫶🏽. dividers @/anitalenia. writing by me. 💕

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shiuelly core 🥹🥹💕💕

source: pinterest

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Loving on your f/o's imperfections would be heavenly for them <3

Your fingers ghosting softly over scars, left from gruesome battles, or perhaps from embarrassing childhood accidents.

Poking moles and freckles, trying to play connect-the-dots and make pictures out of them in your imagination.

Admiring birthmarks that your f/o might find unappealing or ugly on themselves, that you find so unique and charming.

Tracing over stretch marks on your f/o's skin; they look like lightning bolts and you think that's really cool.

Kissing body parts covered in acne scars, and seeing them not as blemishes, but as spots specially carved out for your lips to be placed.

Gently rubbing where your f/o's veins are most visible under their skin, following the blueish-purple lines until they lead to their heart.

Caressing your f/o's jaw and making them smile so you can admire their imperfect teeth; no matter how crooked, gaped, chipped, broken, holey, or missing they may be.

You love everything about them, and your f/o loves everything about you too; imperfections and all!

Proshippers + variants DNI

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Hello angel ✨

Give me alllll the lore about you and Kento’s love story

How did you meet? How long were you together before you got married? What was the wedding like?

What’s been your biggest fight? A hobby you share?

AHHHH Honey thank you 🥹🥹💕💕 sorry it's taken me a minute to get to this! 😭😭 Because I knew it would be a longggg one. 💕😩☠️ Here we go! (suggestion so minors dni)

nanamelly༘♡

🌧️ I met Kento on a fateful cloudy afternoon when the sky had just begun to drizzle with incoming hurricane that was making landfall seaside about an hour away from where I was staying.

The passing of my aunt brought me to Japan and I was in the middle of trying to settle her estate, including her farmhouse property. Upon arrival, I noticed what I thought was a demon hiding in one of the stables, and the existence of curses was still unknown to me by that point. I placed an ad in the local newspaper and just a couple days later, a Buick driven by the most handsome man I had ever seen with scars and an eyepatch pulled into the dirt driveway. 💕 He let me know that I in fact had a curse problem and it wasn't a demon after all, plunging me headfirst into his world of curses and jujutsu.

That's when the storm rolled in, flooding the nearby river and levy, stranding Kento in the farmhouse with me, and we fell in love in a little less than a week. 💕

🌧️ We were together for a little over a year before we got married. We wanted to experience all four seasons together, get to know one another. We had a lot of fun dating and trying new things together and we moved back to Tokyo for a bit until we decided to roll up our sleeves and make the farmhouse our permanent home. 💕

Our wedding took place on March 7th on a rainy morning in a chapel by the sea at 8 am. 💕 I had wildflowers in my hair underneath my veil and a long sleeved a-line dress with lace. My bouquet was mostly white flowers and greenery and lavender. Kento's suit was a pale blue. We had less than 20 guests of our closest friends and family, and I of course was 10 minutes late. 😂 The weather was cool and misty with a light drizzle that tapered off by the time our ceremony was done and the sun came out. We took photographs outside, and then we moseyed into town and all had brunch together in our favorite restaurant and spent the afternoon laughing and reminiscing. 💕

Then, Kento and I took a long afternoon nap in our bed and breakfast, soaking up those first hours as husband and wife. 💕 We went to dinner with everyone and did karaoke into the late hours of the evening. He took my heels off and carried me back to our room and after a passionate night, we woke up early to travel to kuantan for our honeymoon where we spent the whole time under the sun and by the sea in a small villa. Then, we had a big celebration with everyone in Tokyo when we got back. It was so perfect and a day and celebration full of love. 🥹💕

🌧️Our biggest fight oooh. Kento can get distant. He did a lot of emotional work and therapy after Shibuya but I was his first serious relationship after that happened, and so having a constant emotional companion was something he needed to adjust to. He often feels like any self-analyzing he does is something he should go through alone, and doesn't want me to worry about him or burden me with his problems.

But I know him well enough by now that I can sense when he's not doing well or growing distant, and so sometimes that can be a source of contention for us. Kento is also more direct than I am, and so sometimes I'll take something he says the wrong way due to my sensitive nature. That leads him to default to his self sacrificial tendencies and makes him feel like he's inadequate. But I sit with him, and I listen. My love for him doesn't waver, and he appreciates that. I'm getting better at talking things out, even if they don't make sense and even if we need small breaks in between, and keeping my emotions in check.

I have my own struggles too and when I'm more open with him about mine, it makes him feel less alone and more apt to share his feelings with me. He feels needed when I open up to him and he hates seeing me upset. 💕 It's something we work on continually together. We need each other, and that's what keeps us together.💕

🌧️Hobbies we share! 💕 We do a lot of parallel play even if we're not doing the same thing per se. I write while he reads. 💕 We cook, eat, garden, walk, swim, and explore places together. 💕We go camping. 💕We love to travel together when we can make it work with someone to watch the animals. 💕We play Super Nintendo games like Mario, Tetris and Zelda, and board games like Scrabble, Mancala, and Checkers with drinks after dinner. 🙂‍↕️💕

He's my soulmate and I adore him. 😭😭💕💕

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Godard Mon Amour (2017)

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shiu with our baby boy 🖤

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mine & kento's baby💕

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♡♡𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ♡♡

🪻nanami kento x fem wife!reader

🪻words: 1.4k

🪻synopsis: kento reluctantly joins your nail routines by getting a little heart for you on his thumb, a tradition that only grows along with the family you create together. (based on the above pic from pinterest as the inspo for this idea)

🪻cw: x scarred post shibuya kento (always).💕 fluff, kento being such a loving father and husband, pregnancy.

🪻a/n: happy late father's day. i love kento eternally. 🌧️ 🌷sparkle dividers: @/anitalenia. swan pearl dividers by @/fairytopea. pics from pinterest.

Rainy Sunday afternoons call for self care.

While the raindrops rambled their cacophonic percussion on the windows of the farmhouse, your living room slowly transformed into a nail salon.

Bottles of nail polish surrounded you in a chaotic half moon fashion since you couldn't be bothered to organize by color in light of your last minute decision to paint your nails, just like the rain that loved to drizzle out of nowhere.

A double protective layer of paper towels laid over the old oak of your coffee table with the remaining roll half unraveled on the other side, the grocery store bag with the receipt at your feet, and low sound of your favorite tunes playing on your phone next to you as you painted the first stroke of lavender, the chemical fruity smell of acetone quite fragrant but you ignore it as you dilligently work.

It is a curious thing, watching you in your element like this, Kento thinks with his novel slightly strategically lowered to peer at you from over the top. The polish odor would have normally put him off but his intrigue and love for you kept him where he was.

He watches you paint each one with precision, his crows feet crinkling as you became more shaky when you had to switch to your less dominant hand, silently marveling at your routine that recalls him back to watching his mother do similar things as a young boy.

"Want me to do yours?" You catch him watching and smile as you softly blow on the freshly coated paint, a mischievous look in your eyes.

Kento shakes his head with a hum. "No thank you, sweetheart. I don't think bright colors would look good on me."

"Sure they would! I have a whole selection you can choose from." You gesture to your mini library of colors. "How about a soft blue?"

"I couldn't ask you to waste your products on me, love, but that's very thoughtful of you."

"Please? I actually really want to now. I could give you a hand massage and do your cuticles."

Kento raises a brow as now it's apparent that it's less about what he wants and more about indulging you. "Do you really want to?"

"Yes I do! I want to practice and you can tell me if I'm any good at it."

"If you insist."

He's sitting across from you now, his good eye trained on you as you massage his hands with moisturizer.

"Good?"

"Mhm." He tries to hold back a smile as you knead his hands like dough.

"Ken, relax, you're so tense."

*He lets his hands flop in your grasp*

"Thank you."

You skim your thumbs over his palms spreading the product, smoothing it into his skin, taking care over the textured exterior of his left hand and paying special attention to the delicate map of scars, his wedding ring in a tulip dish next to your forearm for safe keeping.

"You're quite good at this." He murmurs, low over the tirade of trickling raindrops just outside and the cozy hush of the room.

"You think so, my love?"

"I do. You're very thorough. I might not be opposed to doing this again, as a matter of fact."

"Awh, wait, really?"

"Really."

"So...does that mean you'll let me paint them?"

He chuckles and sighs. If he gave you an inch, best believe you're taking a mile.

"You really want to, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes! Here, look. What if I put just a little heart on your thumb, right here?" You gently wiggle his left thumb in between your fingers. "And if you don't like it, I swear I'll take it off."

He smiles, a gentle exhale flowing through his chest. "I suppose I can live with that."

He watches as your tongue barely pokes out of the corner of your mouth as you dip the end of a bobby pin into a bit of the lavender, carefully dotting a heart right into the bottom corner of his thumb.

"So innovative." He murmurs.

"All done." You take your hand in his like puzzle pieces, a white heart painted on your thumb whose matching lavender counterpart found its way onto his.

"Now we match." You grin as though you've trapped him, which he all but confirms as he slides his wedding ring back on his finger.

"Yes we do, love."

"Lunch?"

"You read my mind."

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One of your neighbors at the seaside farmer's market can't help but notice the lavender heart on Kento's thumb as he counts up the freshly grown potatoes and stows them in a bag.

"Looks like you got a little something." The older man points.

Kento pauses in curiosity, following the man's gaze to the heart on his thumb.

"For my wife." He states simply, with a shrug.

The old man thinks it's odd, but he's been married for 30 years. He gets it.

"Take care of her, now."

"I will, sir, thank you."

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Painting your nails is more of a chore now but it's one you don't have to worry about for just one more month, even longer if you simply asked of him.

Kento catches a stripe of paint near your toe that ran outside the corner, as your swollen feet laid in his lap while you sipped your homemade lemonade in a glass, making sure they all look perfect before he secures the lid.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You reach for him and he helps you sit up a little, adjusting the pillows underneath your hips, compression socks laid out on the floor for you once your toes completely dry.

"You're very welcome." He hums, taking his freshly done hand in yours, a pink heart in the corner of his thumb this time.

"You think she'll like them?"

"She'll adore them, darling." Kento answers, giving your calves a squeeze as his attention momentarily flickers to the SpongeBob reruns on the TV.

"Should we ask?"

A flicker of a smile stains his lips as he brings a hand to your belly, waiting patiently until you feel a faint kick, "Yes."

"I love her so much already."

"She loves you too, sweetheart."

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A pair of small chubby hands waits patiently for her turn on a rainy afternoon similar to the ones you shared before when it was just you and Kento under this old roof.

"'Kay, Noodle, what color are we thinkin?" You ask your baby girl as she sits in your lap. "Oh no, those ones are for mommy. This kind is safe for you." You wiggle the tiny bottles of gentle colors in front of her face, until she reaches for a pretty deep blue.

"This one?" You ask. "You know, that's daddy's favorite, too."

You shake the bottle and put the squishy foamy separators between her little toes and fingers. "Should we ask for some help from our assistant?"

You daughter gives you a cheeky grin and happily allows Kento to scoop her into his lap as she grabs at his chin. "Hold, still, angel."

When her manicure and pedicure is finally complete, just slightly smudged from all the wiggles, you wonder if you're missing just one more thing.

"I think Noodle wants a heart on your thumb too, Ken."

He smiles, "Then who am I to say no?"

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The old man at the farmer's market notices two blue hearts, one on each of Kento's thumbs now, and he smiles as he recognizes the woman and the new little princess who must be responsible playing patty cake while Kento bags up his potatoes.

"Much obliged, Kento. Bless you three."

"Thank you, sir. We'll see you next time."

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As time grows, the nail salon does too.

Now, Kento wears four little hearts in total on his hands for each blessing he created with you, and the one on his left thumb is eternally reserved for you.

You smile bittersweetly as your belly swelled for the final time in the summer as you watch all three of your little girls and Kento run around the yard, the butterfly pavers in the garden coated in freshly showered rain, popsicles in the freezer, and chalk on the pavement, savoring these moments the thief of time allows you while your babies are still young and Kento would still wear hearts on his thumbs.

Kento loves you from where he stands as he catches his breath while you watch from the porch, in the absence of words, the look he's preserved for you carries all the tenderness without ever saying: you're the rain to his sun, before he joins the girls for another round of kick the can.

A little thump reminds you that four hearts will turn into five on Kento's fingers as the budding garden of your home blooms by one more. The final constellation of the stars that line your soul.

And the love does, too.

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🌸shiu kong x fem wife!reader

🌸cw: pregnancy mention, shiu being a wonderful father 🖤

🌸words: 911

🌸a/n: happy late father's day 💕☕ i love shiu eternally. sparkles divider by @/anitalenia, pearls and bows by @/chilumitos

Slow dances were always a much loved secret between you and Shiu. Nevermind the fact that you both had two left feet, swaying casually to the mellow r&b that flowed from the vinyl in the living room.

It was like the music gave you both an excuse to be close despite always having one another, heartbeats pressed together with your face in his neck and his lips against your knuckles as he clutches your hand in his, using his hips to guide you in slow rotation, chuckling when you'd stumble over each other's feet and take the opportunity to steal more kisses from one another.

And that slowly changed after two pink lines which led to piles of mislabeled boxes and frilly things on white hangers, stuffed rabbits on a bookshelf and plain white walls painted a pale pink.

He can't hold you quite as close as he did before, but he's more than happy to let the space be taken up as he smiles at you with a thousand stars and his hand on your growing belly, the same r&b playing as you danced, Shiu insisting that your baby girl needed to know all the classics.

Shiu has a new dance partner now, but you'd give all your dances away with him to nobody else.

Your baby girl cries a lot, but she sleeps like an angel when she's laying on Shiu's chest. And your heart aches and swells a little bit more as she grows.

At bedtime when he rocks her to sleep, one day, without realizing it, she eventually moves from his chest, to his hip, to his lap.

Her little toes on his dress shoes as he spins her round and round.

"You're a natural, princess." He grins as he watches her take the lead.

"Baba." She babbles.

"Mhm. One day you're gonna be showing your old man up on the dance floor."

And that day comes sooner than you both would have liked.

Shiu's had the date circled on his calendar for months. He'll be damned if anyone makes him miss it. Correction, he'll lose his job before he loses an opportunity to spend time with his daughter.

"Sorry, got plans tonight." He tells his coworkers as he bolts out the door without another word.

Your daughter's anxious eyes scan the crowd and light up immediately as she finds Shiu, who gives her a little wave from her spot on the stage as he sits with his arm around you, beaming as you both watch her class performance.

When it's time to dance, she almost breaks out of formation early, presenting her daddy with a carnation that Shiu tucks safely in his breast pocket while you snap pictures and pray these moments can only last a quarter as long as the photographs.

Shiu hasn't had a slow dance in a while since your daughter reached adolescence. The programs and dances at school have been switched out for cookies and breakfasts in bed.

"Happy Father's Day!" Your daughter and son surprise him as he unwraps yet another necktie that he still wouldn't trade for the world, giving his daughter a kiss on the head and your son a ruffle of his hair before he gives you a kiss, his collection of treasures in the kitchen of your dreams that somehow found him not in spite of, but with his imperfections, and stayed and carved a heaven of his own making.

Now, Shiu's dance partner has a different one this evening. His smile slowly fades as his baby girl walks down the stairs in her prom dress with a corsage on her wrist as a promise from someone else. His heart tugs in his chest as he watches her give you a hug and do a little spin, wondering where all the years before that went when she was a little baby against his chest.

"Oh, Shiu, honey." You tsk and press your tongue against your cheek when you realize he's holding back a tear as she hugs him goodbye.

"Be good." He tells her simply with a bittersweet kiss in her hair as he pulls you close while you both watch her get in the limo. Squeezing Shiu's hand and he squeezes back as though to say he'd burn down the whole world for his baby girl if it came down to it.

You already know.

And suddenly, you blink again and there's no fighting the tears this time as they run incessantly down your face, more lines of silver in his hair than there was before and that same baby girl against his chest, although she's long gone and now a bride in a long white dress.

"You and me used to do this, a long time ago." Shiu murmurs to her as all three of you wipe your tears in your respective places during the wedding reception.

"I know, Dad."

"You might outgrow a lot of things but you're never outgrowing being my baby girl, you hear me?"

"I know." She whispers to him.

And you know it, too.

Shiu wears a knowing smile from where he waltzes on the dance floor with your baby girl one more time.

He can't help but acknowledge his original leading lady who watches him now.

The stars to his midnight he'd eternally chase.

You, who'd give them all away to your little girl knowing the dance after irrevocably belongs to you.

And it always would.

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— @lunamonchtuna answering an ask (via lunamonchtuna)

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I didn’t fall in love, I quietly sank into you.

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It’s romantic to think that every version of me was made to be with every version of you. It’s romantic to think that our love crosses universes and traverses timelines and that we were always meant to be, that nothing could keep us apart. It’s a beautiful concept. But imagine if we were never meant to fall in love. Imagine if every conceivable universe wanted us to remain apart, but it was our own free will that brought us together. Imagine if we, in this timeline, were the only versions of ourselves to become what we are. That we were never meant to be, but we carved our own paths to each other. That our love was stronger than all the force of the universe. Maybe it was always going to be me and you. But maybe it was never going to be me and you and then it was anyway. Because of us.

- you changed me. we changed each other. and maybe the whole world, too.