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Mama jen!! When you said your last post was from an irl thing?? Wdym??

Hello, bby! 🥰 What I meant with that was just that: that was what went down irl. 🥲 Especially the toilet paper for tissues bit.

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Solace (Modern!AU, Fluff??)

Note: I needed to vent; inspired by real-life events. Sub-genre: Hurt/Comfort  Warning: Mentions of terminal illness (Not Kyō or (Y/n)).

*** 

To say that (Y/n) had had the worst day was an absolute understatement. What she had expected to have only been coffee with her sibling had ended with her getting the worst news: that their father was terminally ill.

No amount of crying in the bathroom at the café was enough to make her tears subside. For (Y/n), it felt as if the world had just pulled out from right beneath her feet, and there was nothing to hold on to.

Kyō, please pick me up? I’m in the city, at our usual café. She read the text over and over, feeling horrible that she would even ask her husband to travel two hours from his workplace just to escort her home. But, if she were being honest, she wasn’t even sure if she would have been able to move without anyone’s help.

Her bones felt like jelly, and her chest was grievously tight with all of the emotions that she tried so very hard to suppress.

Thankfully, Kyōjurō’s reply came quickly: Of course, my love. I’ll see you soon.

The faintest hint of relief washed over her then, but it wasn’t enough to make a dent at her inner grief. Still, she tried to keep her composure as she swiped at the tears stains that marred her cheeks.

She had to hold it together, just until they got home. But that feat was easier said than done.

Time seemed to tick by very slowly after (Y/n) went back to her sibling and began to catch up a bit more with them. She was trying her hardest to keep herself in the present, but her attention always fell back on to checking the time on her watch— no matter how rude that was.

All that she wanted was for her husband to get there, so that she could go home with him. Scratch that— all that she wanted was for Kyōjurō to be there, so that she could feel his warm and comforting arms around her; to wrap her up in the safety of his arms, and shield her from the entire world.

Thankfully, it was eventually time for both her and her sibling to leave. And with promises of seeing each other as soon as they could, they parted ways— with (Y/n) waiting just outside the café; simply people watching, to get her mind from straying to thoughts that she wanted to touch on later.

All sorts of characters came and went, with some of them being eccentric enough to be noteworthy. Yet (Y/n) couldn’t even muster up the strength to crack a smile at the silliness of some people; instead, she simply stood there, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, while her right hand fiddled with the strap of her leather bucket bag.

Seconds felt like hours as she waited there, but eventually, the sight of a familiar head of blond hair stood out in the crowd.

(Y/n) shifted her weight onto both feet then, before closing the distance between them as fast as she could. She walked through a throng of people that had just crossed the street, pushing past a select few who were too stubborn to move out of her way. But, eventually, she reached Kyōjurō.

Instantaneously, she gave him as best of a smile as she could, while he leaned down and gave her a peck on her lips.

“How are you, my love?” The blond asked with his trademark grin, which slowly faded away when he saw the tired look on her face. He wanted to ask what had happened in his absence, but realised that it wasn’t the right time or place for more questions. So, he simply went with, “Should we go home now?”

(Y/n) nodded at the inquiry, falling into step beside him and holding onto his bicep before letting her hand slide down his forearm, so she could comfortably thread her fingers through his own.

With that, both of them made their way back to the train station in silence.

All the while, Kyōjurō kept looking at his wife to check up on her. And it concerned him even more since it seemed like she wasn’t entirely present. Her mind was somewhere else, and he knew that she would tell him when she was ready; so all he could do was silently guide her during their walk.

Whenever they were at crosswalks, he would squeeze her hand and tug on it gently to let her know when to stop and wait to cross. And whenever he could, he would lift their intertwined hands up, just so he could press a kiss on the back of hers. It was a small gesture, but it was all he could do at the moment.

Even when they were on the train home, (Y/n) still didn’t talk. All she could do was either look down at her feet, or gaze off far outside the windows.

With how crowded the train was, they were stuck standing by the doors, so Kyōjurō had taken it upon himself to hug his wife while his left arm was wrapped around the support pole— basically anchoring both of them to it as the train rocked with every bump and turn.

“I love you,” Kyōjurō whispered softly against (Y/n)’s ear, before trailing his lips up and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

That was the catalyst for the flood gates breaking within (Y/n). The tears that she had been holding in so desperately began to steadily stream down her face, and she found herself pursing her lips to keep herself from sobbing.

Kyōjurō felt horrible for possibly causing his wife to cry, but he pushed his own feelings aside and held her tighter; alternating between pressing kisses to the top of her head, and wiping her tears away every so often.

Eventually, however, (Y/n) felt the need to explain why she was so emotional. But, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t suppress the sobs that threatened to spill free from her lips whenever she opened her mouth— so she did the next best thing… 

She slipped her phone free from her purse and, through bleary eyes, opened her notes app and typed down her explanation: ‘I just found out that my dad is really sick.’

The young man’s gaze traced over the words over and over, and his expression tightened— before he gathered his wife into an even tighter hug, all while pressing his lips to the top of her head. “I’m so sorry.”

*** 

The rest of the trip, as well as the walk, home was spent in silence; save for (Y/n)’s quiet sniffles, as well as the quiet rustling of her clothes whenever she had to reach up and wipe her tears from her face.

She just felt so drained, that all she could do was sit down at the end of hers and Kyōjurō’s bed while she kept on crying. Her gaze fell blankly on her lap, uncaring and a bit lifeless as she tried to wade through the pain welling up within her.

In the other room, Kyōjurō kept trying to look for a box of tissues for his wife— yet he couldn’t find anything, so he decided to go rogue and settle for a roll of toilet paper. It wasn’t the most ideal thing, but it would have to do at that moment.

Toilet roll in hand, the young man made his way to their bedroom, feeling his heart break when he saw just how broken (Y/n) looked as she wept. And he knew— he just knew— that nothing he could say would make things better.

What he could do, however, was just be there for her.

And that was what he did; sitting down next to her, and folding some toilet paper— as nicely as he could— to wipe (Y/n)’s tears with. They were ceaseless, so Kyōjurō found himself folding up more tissues to keep dabbing his wife’s tears away.

Eventually, the couple settled for laying down on the bed, with their legs hanging off the end.

Kyōjurō gathered (Y/n) close to him; one arm around her, while his left hand kept dabbing her tears away with his temporary fix for facial tissues.

“It’s not fair,” (Y/n) murmured thickly; her voice barely intelligible with how hoarse it had gotten in the course of a few hours. “It’s really not fair.”

Kyōjurō could swear that he felt his heart breaking in his chest, all because— for once in his life— he didn’t know what to say. “I know, my love. I’m so sorry.”

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omg jen!! it’s been so long glad to see you’re doing okay feels like i haven’t talked to you in ages! also happy to hear that you’re restaurant is thriving truly is a blessing 🫶🏾

Hellooooo, bby! It really has been too long. How have you been???

The restaurant’s doing great, thank you so soooo much. I’ve moved to Australia permanently though 😅 so I’m not as hands-on with it as I was before.

#personal

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Kiss It Better (SFW Scenario, Fluff)

Sub-genre: Hurt/Comfort Note: I was a bit inspired, and also a bit in my feels. This is a bit of a different take on Kyōjurō; a look behind the veil, per se...

***

There were days in Kyōjurō’s life when it all just felt… off. His usual demeanour was not enough to stave off the imminent feelings of sadness within him, no matter how hard he tried. And no amount of psychoanalysing himself— and repeating over and over in his head that he was not supposed to be down, or in any way upset, was simply not cutting it.

Those days were the most difficult, in his opinion. But he could never say it out loud; all because he always thought that admitting it aloud was unnecessary. There were other, more important, things to be done— so he had to push through.

With that same mantra in mind, the blond wiped the sweat that beaded at his forehead; closing his eyes, and exhaling a soft sigh that didn’t help to ease the tightness that he felt in his chest.

He could also feel the tears pricking at the backs of his eyes, but he put all his effort into suppressing them. After all, the afternoon sun still hung high up in the sky; it wouldn’t have boded well for anyone to see him deep in the trenches of his own melancholy.

No matter how hard he tried to keep telling himself to resume with his daily training routine though, his body simply would not cooperate. So, he found himself throwing the proverbial towel in— making his way towards the engawa, and taking a seat.

It was a desperate effort to keep his inner turmoil in control, but taking that break only served to make it roil inside him even more.

He could feel everything within him just clawing to get out— to make itself known to the world and introduce them to his inner misery— yet he held tight to keep his composure.

After all, he’s done it before. So, he can do it again… and again; no matter how many times it was necessary.

“Kyō, I saw that you were taking your break, so I brought some tea…” (Y/n) announced softly, as she stepped out onto the engawa.

Her eyes traced over the contours of her husband’s bare back, appreciating every line of muscle that undulated with his minuscule movements. Yet, her appreciation was cut short when she felt the heaviness coming off of him in droves.

She knew that he was trying to put up a tough façade, and it made her heart ache; just knowing that he was suffering and was trying to bury it deep within himself.

Gingerly, (Y/n) set the tray of tea down on the spot next to her husband, before kneeling right behind him. Then slowly, as gently as she could— as if he was going to break if she moved gruffly— she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“I love you, Kyō, and I’m so, so incredibly proud of you,” The young woman whispered next to Kyōjurō’s right ear, before leaning down to press a kiss to the side of his face— down to his jaw, the side of his neck, and eventually down to his bare shoulder. “You never have to go through this alone.”

Kyōjurō wasn’t exactly sure if it was his wife’s words, or the mere feel of her comforting arms around him, but he felt the first vestiges of tears begin to roll down his cheeks. And eventually, he leaned back against her and closed his eyes, as he let his tears fall freely.

The tightness in his chest didn’t fully subside, but it was getting more and more bearable with every passing second.

He then lifted his left hand up, and gently curled his fingers around (Y/n)’s left wrist; finding more comfort in touching her.

No words had to be said to (Y/n), as everything that she needed to know was conveyed through that one action alone. It was a small gesture that spoke volumes: Thank you. I love you. I need you.

“I’ll always be here for you, Kyō. Forever… and ever…. and ever. I promise,” The young woman reassured in the softest tone that she could muster, despite her impending tears making her throat feel all thick and mucky.

She then pressed another kiss to Kyōjurō’s shoulder, before pressing her cheek against the spot that she had just graced with her lips; remaining quiet as she allowed her husband to have his moment of private solace in her arms.

“I love you, Kyōjurō.”

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Would y’all be interested to read a fluff piece about (Y/n) helping Kyō “heal”? Like… a peek behind Kyō’s happy façade? 👀

#sending feelers out there

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Aaa so nice to hear from you and seeing you thrive! I wish I can say I’m doing well but it could be worse lol. How are you, is the restaurant well?

Hello, bbyyyyy! Thank you so, so much!!! Oh noooo, what happened? Are you okay though?

I’m good-great- amazing, really! Just got back from spending the holidays and my birthday with my boyfriend in Sydney. So that’s been good.

The restaurant’s doing really well as of late, lots of new clients as well. It’s just been a blessing. 🥰

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JEN OMG HIII HOW ARE U!?!?! I HOPE LIFE HAS BEEN GOOD TO U ‼️‼️🫶🫶🎊🎊

AHHHHH! BERRYYYYY! I’m great (as great as life can get at the moment). Everything’s been peachy keen; work’s alright, been occupied by someone special, just went on holiday (mostly to attend NIKI’s concert) to Sydney. Everything’s just been amazing after a few months of working non-stop.

How have you been though? Oh my goooood. It’s been a while!!! 🥰🥰🥰

Have some recent pics too. Middle pic was taken in Sydney, and the first and last pics were taken here at home. 🥰

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Well... I'm surprised at the note count on this. 😆

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Helloooooo, bbys!

It's been a whileeeeee. How's everyone been?

#let's talk???? #plz #give me attention

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Clingy (Fluff, SFW Scenario, Modern!AU)

Note: I should have been asleep, but I just felt so inspired to write this. The songspiration for this is ‘Timeless’ by Taylor Swift, which is steadily becoming my most favourite song at the moment.

*** 

As someone whom had never really felt inclined to get married, it came as a surprise for everyone— even (Y/n) herself— that she had ended up getting married in the first place.

First off, it was never in her list of priorities to get hitched. Secondly, she wanted to travel the world and live as freely as she could without any responsibilities. And, lastly, she just never saw herself as the lovey-dovey and doting type.

At least, not until she had met Kyōjurō.

“Are you sure that you have everything with you, Kyō? You didn’t forget anything?” (Y/n) asked softly, eyebrows furrowed in worry, as she sprinkled some sesame seeds on top of the chicken karaage she’d just packed inside her husband’s bento.

Her eyes then flitted over to the man in question, whom was still shovelling his breakfast— gyudon with rice— in his mouth. The soft smile that graced her lips was instantaneous at the adorable sight.

They’d already been married for two years at that point, but the spark between them never fizzled out. It was a bit crazy how they were still so in love even after the honeymoon phase, but neither of them questioned it. Life was bliss in their tiny home, and the world made sense when they were together— so really, there was no need to even wonder about such things.

“Don’t worry, my love, I have everything packed nicely. And I’ll just be gone for a night, so I’ll be alright,” Kyōjurō answered chirpily; finishing his meal off, and taking his bowl and chopsticks to the sink.

However, before he could even start washing his cutlery, his wife crossed the narrow space over to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. She then pressed her cheek against his back, frowning openly since she knew that he wouldn’t be able to see her so upset over him leaving.

“Don’t frown, my love. It’ll give you wrinkles,” the blond teased softly; setting his things down in the sink, before turning around in his wife’s hold.

His arms immediately wrapped themselves around (Y/n), while he rested his chin against the top of her head. Normally, such an action would have been met with a narrow-eyed gaze, but at that moment… all that (Y/n) could do was melt even further into her husband’s chest.

 “How do you know I’m frowning? You can’t even see my face.”

“I know you.”

“Way too much,” (Y/n) admitted with a slight huff; merely being pouty.

Kyōjurō chuckled at how cute his wife was acting, before turning his head so he could press a kiss to the crown of her head. “You’re my wife, I’m supposed to know these things. Now, don’t be too pouty… or else I’ll feel too bad about having to leave. Unless…”

That had the young woman’s ears perking up. Of course, it wouldn’t have been ideal for Kyōjurō to miss out on a work trip— and she understood that— but the selfish part of her, that wanted nothing more than to make him stay home, was rearing its head. “Unless? You stay home? And we can just cuddle in bed all day.”

Had anyone heard the absolute poutiness in (Y/n)’s voice, as well as the saccharine sweet sentiments coming from her mouth, they would have thought that she had hit her head a bit too hard.

Little did the rest of the world know that that was just how she was with Kyōjurō: extremely soft.

“That sounds so tempting, but this is an important trip, my love. Besides, I’ll be back before you know it,” Kyōjurō uttered, then began rubbing his hand up and down his wife’s back, in an attempt to soothe her both physically and verbally.

(Y/n) wasn’t appearing to budge, however. So, Kyōjurō pulled away from her a little, just so he could cup her cheeks in his hands to make her look up into his eyes.

It almost made him cave when he saw that her pretty eyes were a little glossed over with unshed tears. And it took everything in him not to crush her to his chest in a tight hug.

Instead, he pressed a line of kisses from her forehead, to the middle of her furrowed brows, to the tip of her nose, and finally to her alluring lips. “I’ll be back before you know it, okay? Promise.”

And he did make good on his promise the next day; waking up at 3 in the morning, just so he could be next to (Y/n) in their bed when she woke up.

Kyōjurō didn’t know which of them was more surprised when morning came though… because the first thing that his wife did upon seeing him was to tackle him in a hug, and whisper the words, “I know why I’ve been so clingy. I’m pregnant. Hormones!”

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Was scrolling through the blog and came across this old thing, and I just wanted to share it again. 😌

Let people like you for you. If they stay, then good, and if not… then it’s their loss.

And even if they leave, don’t hate them for it. Sometimes people are taken out of our lives for a reason; better reasons. Often because there are better things (people) in store for us. 😌

Random personal thought:

A person really close to my heart once asked me, “Why do you like designer things so much? It’s useless.”

I never had a good answer for him, just shrugging my shoulders and giving him a smile. And I never put anymore thought into it, trying to forget about it even though it bothered me… and that was until I was taking a few designer presents out of their boxes to get them ready for Christmas.

I didn’t have a good answer for him back then, but now I do: I like them just because I do. They make me happy when I get them, especially when I get them for the people I love.

My realisation is: never make someone make you question your own likes and preferences. And never let anyone tell you what you should and shouldn’t do. As long as you’re neither suffering nor making anyone else suffer, then just do what you like.

You. Are. Valid. Your likes and dislikes are valid. Your opinions are valid. Everything about you matters, so don’t let anyone (especially some fuckboy with a tonne of issues) tell you otherwise— no matter how much you love them.

Merry Christmas, bbys! ❤️🥰

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Hello, bbys!

Yes. I am still alive 😭 Busy, too busy… but alive. Halfway through writing a self-gratuitous smut-piece… but alive. 😆

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6 & 7 for Jen x Biz (aka Jiz) 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

Why are you like this? 😭

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Snow On the Beach (Fluff, Modern!AU)

Note: Heyyyyy, bbys! It's been a while, I know... but here's something short and sweet, since I felt a bit inspired (and a lot sleepless) to write. All because of a certain someone; it's absolutely insane.

***

Sweet, soft crooning lulled (Y/n)’s senses to a false sense of calm; prompting her to close her eyes for a second and breathe in the crisp salt air that practically whipped at her face.

She then adjusted her grip on the camera— being careful not to drop it, as it had been a very recent, and very expensive purchase— as she opened her eyes and allowed herself to really take in her surroundings.

It all looked so ethereal. Snow on the beach; an entirely unfathomable concept for some, but her current reality. Most people could only dream of seeing something so otherworldly, yet it had been (Y/n)’s norm for the past few days— as she had decided to take on the snowy landscape as her subject matter for the impromptu photography class that she decided to tackle.

The topic was breathtaking scenery for the week, and most of her cohorts had gone off to the mountains to find their muses there. Meanwhile, she went the other route; against the grain.

Minutes ticked by with her just taking in the scenery, and in that time, more snow had begun to fall from the sky in minuscule flakes. It only served to make the already beautiful scene even prettier.

So, with her fingers gingerly tightening around the camera once more, she brought the viewfinder to her right eye— left index finger making quick work of the focus adjustment ring— when something in the distance caught her attention.

She had been alone just minutes before, but now, she could see an extremely familiar face steadily walking towards her from across the snowy beach.

Instantaneously, her heart began thrumming harder in her chest, with her lips curling up at the edges into a warm smile that her surprise visitor mirrored.

And with that, she hastily tucked her camera into the tote bag on her shoulder; its pristine condition the farthest thing from her mind at the moment. All that mattered to her then and there was the golden-haired man coming towards her.

One step forward, crunching snow beneath her shoe, then another step— and another, another, another… until she was doing a half-sprint towards Kyōjurō. She was a bit shameless in her actions, especially when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss; warming her cold lips with his.

The blond grinned at his lover’s actions, finding it adorable that she had welcomed him so warmly; when they had only seen each other that morning, before he had left for work.

“What have you been up to, my love?” He asked, with his grin tapering down into a smile, just as he pulled back a little and cupped (Y/n)’s cheeks in his hands— all in an effort to help warm her up. “I missed you.”

"Already, Kyō?"

"I know, I just couldn't stay away."

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Haven’t opened Tumblr in a while.

But since I know my DBB’s been snooping around… decided I should at least say hi. 🤭

Hello, my d’Or Baby Boy. 😘

#personal

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Aaaaa! Ren, thank you so much for sending me an ask 🥰

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Oh god. Even Biz has told me this… but the princess-type main character. Or the character having a somewhat aristocratic background, and being essentially trapped in a gilded cage. 🫣

I can’t seem to veer away from my norm. 😅

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

I’ve been guilty of doing this lots of times. 😆 Most of my angst fics were written purely to be playfully mean. I’m sorryyyyy.

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Plot outline? That doesn’t even exist in my vocabulary. 😆 I just sit down and wing everything I write, since I quickly lose interest whenever I try to outline something. And then I hit ‘post’ without even reviewing it for any errors, so I won’t second guess it. 😂

#ask game

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Ooooooh this looks like fun 👀

Please, bbys???

Send them here. 😘

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😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

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