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My copium au where they get to grow up

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the acrid smell of acetone permeates the room as you gently rub away the chipped black polish on sukuna's fingers. in hindsight, you really should've worn a mask, but when sukuna asked if you wanted to 'paint his nails or whatever', you jumped at the opportunity before he changed his mind.

"hurry up brat," sukuna scoffs, clicking the roof of his mouth. you squeeze the hand held in yours in annoyance and meet his gaze.

"patience kuna, you can't rush art!"

"what art, you're painting my nails black?"

"just shush and let me paint them."

"don't tell me to shush, i've beaten people up for less."

"okay big guy, anyways i'm done. gonna start painting them now."

sukuna only grunts in acknowledgement and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes. he's had a long day today, and the gentle rubbing of your hands on his calmed him down. he'd never admit it, but he finds it relaxing when you play with his hands. your soft skin pressing against his.

he missed you today. he doesn't understand why because he comes home to you every single evening, but he felt uneasy the whole day. at first, he thought he might've eaten some bad meat, but he realised he was unlocking his phone just to see the picture of you he kept as his background. he found himself scrolling through his gallery on his lunch break, which consisted of pictures of his nephews, car parts, and mainly you.

sukuna felt lovesick.

he just wanted to come home, leap straight into your arms, and stay there until he had to leave for work the next day. was that too much to ask for?

but of course, his avoidantly attached tushie would never admit it or verbalise it. it's a miracle you're fluent in sukuna and recognise his need for your touch and closeness. which is why you were taking as long as possible painting his nails. even giving him a little hand massage whilst you did it.

he hummed and sighed in relief when feeling your lips press against the palms and backs of his hands. he loved you so much.

"love you too kuna."

his eyes fling open at your words, and he realises in his hazy state of mind he said those words out loud. you giggle at the look on his face and start painting his nails, finally.

your boyfriend watches your every single move, drowning in how beautiful and majestic you look. your gentle strokes when filling his nails, the tip of your tongue peeking out in concentration and the firm grip of your hand.

before he knows it, you're already moving on to the next hand. sukuna frowns at how fast the time seems to be going. he knows he told you to hurry up, but he wanted to savour the feeling. you look up, feeling the intensity of his frown and grin at sukuna.

"we can cuddle whilst watching a movie if you'd like?"

"only if i get to pick the film," he huffs. your smile only widens.

you finish painting his nails and gently blow on all of his fingers. his hands are so beautiful. strong, veined, with calluses from working so hard all day. the paint will probably start to chip away again, in a week or two, but you'll be right here to paint a fresh new layer on.

"beautiful," sukuna whispers above you. you nod in agreement, appreciating the black on his nails. it suited him so well, but maybe you could convince him to let you choose a different colour next time. you glance up at sukuna to tell him and realise he's staring at you.

not caring if his nails have properly dried or not, he lifts his hand up to your face, gently kissing your nose, your cheek, and finally, your lips.

"beautiful," he whispers once more.

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i hope june brings you happiness. i hope june is kind to you. i hope you make a breakthrough in june. i hope you find all the courage and strength in june. i hope june brings you hope and love. welcome the new month with open arms and a big smile. happy june everyone ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

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hey lovelies! sorry for the inactivity regarding writing, life has been super busy and it will be so for the next month and a half. i’ll come back sooner or later :)

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I've rarely seen another character whose public image was quite as divided and polarized like jjk gojo's. Either you love him or you hate his guts. Either you want him to fuck you so bad or you firmly believe he's a deeply pathetic loser without rizz. He's hit with the hetero beam or he's gay. You're in love with his fascinating and beautiful blue eyes or you think his glow in the dark furby eyes are fucking freaky. Either you worship the ground he walks on or you throw darts at his picture on the wall.

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what happened to comments and love does nobody comment and love anymore

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Kehlani girl i love u thank you for calling out people with big platforms doing NOTHING rn

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DO Y’ALL SOB AND CRY WHEN YOU SEE THOSE ANGST VIDS ABOUT PARENTS HAVING CANCER AND THEIR SWEET RELATIONSHIP WITH THEIR CHILDREN PRE AND POST TREATMENTS OR IS IT JUST MEEEEEEEE

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i try not to discourse much but, why is there such an influx of people feeling entitled to tell bloggers that they shouldn't post about their personal life, shouldn't celebrate good things that happen to them or complain about bad things, should stick to writing and/or art, etc.

like where is this coming from? is everyone just so absolutely fucking piss-brained from consuming content that they just see every person who's written a fic or shared fanart as a content machine that they can't possibly see as human?

i feel like that was the whole appeal of a lot of early vloggers/bloggers/streamers was that they were relatable--that they let you into their lives and let you connect with them on a more personal level (even if it led to people developing parasocial relationships and feeling entitled to more and more of people's private lives). has the pendulum just swung violently the other way and now we have no interest in knowing the people that happen to create things and share them, and only want the product they produce? where the hell is the fun in that?

sure i follow people here for their art or their writing, but this is still a social media website, and i like the social part of it. i want to know that your cat was an asshole today, or that your tummy hurts, or see a picture from your vacation or of what you wore today--if you feel comfortable sharing those things, of course. that's part of what connects us, isn't it--glimpses beyond the veil of internet anonymity? otherwise, i might as well be following Unilever or Proctor & Gamble if i just want to be given a product--a shiny, nameless, faceless facsimile of connection--for my brand loyalty.

anyway just. be fucking kind to one another. reset your expectations if you think real human beings with lives and jobs and kids and friends outside of the internet should be churning out content like a bot making buzzfeed listicles. and if you are so deeply, irrevocably harmed by people sharing their personal lives instead of making yet another fic or piece of art for you to inhale, consider unfollowing, blocking, and then perhaps stepping outside for a second away from social media to feel the air on your skin and remind yourself that you, too, are a human.

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if you're reading this, thank you for living another day. your efforts and existence are appreciated. i love you <33

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your apartment fills with the mouthwatering scents of buckwheat and dashi as you begin to unpack the takeout that's just been delivered. but even with your stomach already growling, you pause, confused.

“kento?” you call to where he’s is leaning against the counter.

“yes, love?”

you count the boxes again, frowning. “why did you order three? is one for your other girlfriend?”

“of course not,” he replies, unfazed by your teasing accusation as he continues to scroll through his tablet. “she doesn't like soba.”

you throw a napkin in his direction when your see the small smirk curling on his lips, shutting off his tablet to look over at you.

you wait, watching him expectantly.

"it's…for yuuji.”

“ah,” you realize, unable to keep from smiling. “your protégé.”

“he’s more like my intern,” he corrects, taking two plates from the cabinet.

you grab a third, following him to the dining table to help him set up. “you fired your last intern because you didn’t like how he organized your files. yet this one is sukuna’s vessel, and you’re bringing him soba.”

nanami pulls out your chair, kissing the top of your head before settling in his own seat. "you don't approve."

"it's not about that. if you say he's not dangerous, of course i believe you.”

he looks at you for a moment, and you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he figures out what to say.

“i just…don’t want him to feel so alone,” he says softly. “you heard about what happened at the detention center. gojo’s trying to hide him from the higher-ups right now, but we don’t know how long that’ll last. he’s just a kid, and gojo’s has a lot going on. so i— i want to look out for him.”

he glances over at the takeout bag, where the third box is sitting. “i may not be able to protect him like gojo can, but i can at least make sure he’s eating.”

you know he’s been exhausted lately. you can see it in the lines on his face and the slight sag of his shoulders when he trudges home at the end of the day.

yet he still finds time to care for a student that’s not his own.

and oh, if that did not make your heart skip a beat, knowing you were loved by a man capable of such care. you can’t help but watch him, almost unable to wrap your head around how lucky you are.

“you’re staring, dear.”

you sigh loudly, rising from your seat to wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek. “i think my heart might burst if i find another reason to love you more than i already do.”

he takes your hand, pressing his lips to your engagement ring.

“you love me plenty already. which is why you’ve already set a third plate out to invite yuuji to eat with us, correct?”

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“and then nanamin charged in and chopped it up just like this—”

nanami watches you watch yuuji swing a single chopstick menacingly as he recounts their last mission.

“he just charged in, hm?” you ask calmly. “yuuji, you’ll tell me if my fiancé is being reckless, won’t you?”

“yes ma’am!”

the blond sits up, clearing his throat. “surely that’s not necessary.”

“he’s so stubborn, isn’t he?” you ask the boy sitting across from you, even rolling your eyes.

“sure is! he’s pretty bossy too.”

nanami’s scoffs as if he’s annoyed, but secretly…secretly he couldn’t be more pleased.

he’s always wanted to be a lot of things in his life. a good sorcerer, a good employee. a good man.

but all of those things he thought he needed to be to live a full life are irrelevant.

because nothing is more fufilling than being needed and being loved.

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If you don’t feel like my scalp does when I massage it after taking out the ponytail I had for 15 hours, I don’t want you

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DID MY FIRST NIGHT DRIVE AND IT WENT WELL!! EVERYONE CHEER!!

“I’m just a girl” and she simply doesn’t have a driver’s licence

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genuinely and from the bottom of my heart,

i hope you find happiness. if you’re in a rough spot, i’m sorry and i hope you find happiness. and i’m sorry i cannot tell you when you will find happiness, but i promise you that you will find it and so much more. so much good. i believe in you. i hope you can live your life to the fullest. i love you so much and i’m so glad you exist. even if we’re just strangers on the internet, i love you and i believe in you and i know you will accomplish all that you want in life. i love you i love you i love you

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you know you’re down bad when you want to use every au that pops into your brain for one (1) man

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sweet dreams