i am so SICK of studying studying studying i feel like i’m burnt out and it’s not even midterm ;____;
i am so SICK of studying studying studying i feel like i’m burnt out and it’s not even midterm ;____;
Wish Nanami was here to make me some dinner, im starving and im just too tired to cook
anyways cas picks at his nails i think he does it when he is overwhelmed in a weird self-punishing way
ooooo girl we are blocking ppl tonight 😌
I have a show coming up and I’m not sure if I should wear a dress or jeans and a tank top with a flannel
bro it's too early for this why do some ppl never ask before traumadumping 🕴
✦ you and nanami have been working side by side for three years now. when nanami brings his son to work with him one day, it changes the entire trajectory of your relationship in only 24 hours.
✦ nanami kento x f!reader
✦ word count: 2.2k
✦ warnings: none.
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instead, he says, “you know, i’m actually a little concerned that yuto’s turning out to be more and more like gojo every day.”
you choke on whatever’s in your mouth (which is not much - just air and spit).
nanami nods understandingly. “i agree.”
your choking turns into some sort of incomprehensible disapproval. “absolutely not. i won’t let that ever happen, not over my dead body.”
“well you’d need to live in order to make sure, right?”
you hang your head back and hear the tiny breath that escapes his lips as you slap your hands over your eyes. he’s got a much smarter mouth than you’ve ever realized - so much that you think yuto is turning out to be the most like his dad.
not a moment after, he says, “by the way, i’d much prefer having you as my partner than gojo as well.”
“it’s fine, i’ll fix it.”
nanami’s already at his desk when you come into work. itadori looms over him, a frown plastered on his lips.
it’s not a scene you haven’t witnessed before.
“good morning,” you say tentatively. “what’s going on?”
itadori opens his mouth to explain when nanami says, “nothing.”
that’s not a response you haven’t heard before either.
you stare at nanami. you’re hoping he feels you staring and just tells you what’s going on, but the more you stare, the more frustrated you get.
when itadori blinks at you, you already know he’s judging you - and you won’t even deny it - you are one of those girls who looks at someone (nanami) and expects them to read your mind (and tell you what’s going on).
you defeatedly pull out your chair. itadori flashes you an apologetic smile, scratching the back of his head nervously.
“itadori, do you need help with anything else?”
he shakes his head quickly. “nope. sukuna account’s been acting up, that’s all.”
itadori takes after his mentor - stitched lips when your curiosity is eating you from the inside out.
you only hum. you suppose it’s enough explanation, but it’s taking every fiber within you to not lean over and look at nanami’s screen yourself.
nanami looks up at itadori and points to his screen. “this is what you needed to change. everything should be running okay again now.”
“thanks nanamin,” itadori sighs. he stalks off with his hands in his pockets, head hanging, leaving you with nanami and an uncomfortable silence.
your seat creaks when you lean back, swiveling towards nanami. “what was that all about?”
“what was what all about?”
you’re thrown off for just a moment, shocked that nanami’s wearing his thoughts so openly. he doesn’t have to say it, because it’s so very obvious that he’s fighting his inner demons as to whether he should tell you or not.
“just tell me!” you whisper aggressively, leaning towards him. “there are no secrets in this office. actually, there are literally none. everyone knows basically everything that goes on in here. it’s quite frightening, now that i think about it.”
well, except for the fact that nanami managed to hide a whole child from you. you figure that’s a conversation for another time though.
“itadori’s running point for the sukuna account.”
itadori’s running point on the sukuna account? the gears in your head are turning and clicking into place. this is itadori’s first year with the company. you knew he was good at what he does, but damn, your boss should just tell him he hates him already.
it’s not to say he can’t handle it, and you hate to admit it, but someone like fushiguro or gojo might be able to handle it better.
you gnaw on your lip, thinking of all the horrible fates itadori could potentially face. your lips curve down. if itadori’s running point … and he’s already having trouble … who’s to say you won’t be clocking in overtime later this week?
a garbled, “arrgghhh,” leaves your lips as you hang your head back.
nanami draws his lips into a tight line. “that’s why i didn’t want to tell you.”
“i didn’t even say anything!”
“you don’t have to,” he mumbles, turning back to his computer.
you wait for just a moment before leaning closer to him. “do you think he’ll be alright? sukuna’s one nasty bitch. i’m having trouble with it.”
he looks at you with pure unamusement.
“fine,” you frown. “i won’t ask anymore questions. just let me know if you need me to cover for anything, or help out, or whatever.”
you’re not even finished speaking and not a moment of peace passes. not one.
“happy monday!” a voice calls.
“yuto wants to know when he can see you next.”
you check your calendar, ignoring the hairs on your arms sticking straight up when nanami addresses you. your palms are sweaty (mom’s spaghetti) and your heart rate picks up, the loud thudding overwhelming your ears.
you know too much. that’s why your flight-or-fight’s kicking in. that’s the only explanation. you’ve seen too much.
this is all nanami’s fault. you can’t believe he managed to hide his whole life from you for three years.
if you’ve learned anything at all these past few weeks, it’s that truly anything is possible.
you have to fight him now. that’s the only way to restore balance to the world.
nanami taps the wall between your cubicles. “you still there?”
you draw your lips into a tight line. “unfortunately.”
he leans back in his seat and raises his brows.
when you turn to look at him, you sigh. “saturday? we can do dinner or something?”
nanami glances at his own calendar. “that’s fine. yuto’s been learning how to bake cake. would you want to come to my place for dinner? he’d be really excited to show you.”
your heart starts to pump in overdrive at the mention of his apartment. it feels incredibly personal - intimate - and the fact that he’s inviting you over has started to make the gears in your head turn.
“sure, sure, yeah. i would love some cake,” you sigh out distractedly, hoping it masks your overthinking. “cake sounds really good right now, actually.”
you think you sound a little like yuto in that moment, rambling on about something almost unrelated. you swallow hard, averting your eyes back to your computer.
there’s a tentative pause - one you’ve come to familiarize yourself with when nanami’s contemplating.
“would you like to go to the cafe across the street for lunch? their mango cake is pretty good.”
“would you like your usual?”
you look up at nanami. “the usual, huh?”
nanami gnaws on the inside of his cheek. “safe to say i come here quite a bit.”
the cashier smiles as she taps the screen before looking up at you. “and what would you like today?”
you stare at the menu overhead for a minute, but it’s not long before you're keenly aware of nanami’s expectant gaze. the sweat starts to prickle your skin when you whisper, “nanami, what do you recommend?”
nanami breathes out. you’re not quite sure if it’s a laugh or a sigh. “try the sandwich i ordered.”
you nod decisively. “get me another one of those sandwiches,” you pause, “and do you guys have a mango cake?”
“absolutely,” the cashier says. “anything else today?”
your teeth tug at your lip when you shake your head quickly. nanami’s already fishing for his wallet before you can even grasp your card.
“next time’s on you,” he says when he catches you glaring at him.
you only hum as you trudge to an open table, trying your very best to not let it show that your brain’s completely snagged on “next time.” next time? next time? the voice in your head sounds like the seagulls from finding nemo. next time?
you watch silently as nanami slips his wallet back into his pocket and takes a seat across from you.
he raises his brows at you when you continue to look at him. you feel yourself blanching by the second.
what are you even supposed to talk about? his favorite color? he’d close his walls right back up and shut you out in a heartbeat if you decided to take that route - and it took you so long to get here.
you’re acting like you’ve never interacted with anyone before.
you look around the cafe, fishing desperately. work? work is a good topic. work is a safe topic. work is …. work. it’s not personal, and it’s the only commonality you share.
“you know … the sukuna account has arguably been the most annoying account i’ve ever worked on. sukuna, you will not see heaven.”
nanami shakes his head. “we’re on break. let’s not think about that.” he pauses. “besides, he’s probably aware he won’t ever see heaven either.”
you look at him for a moment. you’re torn between being completely honest and wondering what the hell you’re supposed to talk about now, considering how much courage you built up just to get shut down.
you take the riskier route. you feel like you’re in an otome game. this is all a simulation anyways. none of it will matter … eventually.
“you’re a lot funnier than i thought, you know that?”
his lips lift in the slightest. “i’ve glad to have exceeded your expectations.”
“maybe yuto should come work on the account and then convince sukuna to fire us. i feel like he could do a really good job of convincing him.”
“sukuna won’t leave even if we begged him, much less a child.” he leans forwards and rests his arms on the table. “you know, a year before you started, we had the mahito account. quite arguably the nastiest one i’ve ever worked on.”
you mirror him, drawing in towards him. “really? even worse than the sukuna account?”
“oh by far,” he murmurs. he looks away nostalgically. “well, back then, the organization at the office was a little different. gojo and shoko were in different departments, and i hadn’t gotten an account like it before.” he pauses. “i suppose i also had a different partner then.”
the sharp lines of his cheeks have softened, his eyes dulling at the corners. in a moment, he’s taken on a completely different disposition altogether - yet another facet you’re witnessing for the first time.
it feels intrusive to press for more.
it might be a lapse in judgement, or perhaps the lapse itself, but your voice comes out strangled when you say, “yuto’s a really cool kid.”
“you’ve only hung out with him a few times.”
“enough to know he’s cool.”
you hear him laugh. what you’re really trying to say is that whatever his situation is, he’s doing a great job of raising him, but you’re not quite there yet. you’re not quite at that step yet.
everything is safer where yuto is.
yuto’s given you that nice little boundary between you and your coworker, a nice little reminder that that’s where the line should be.
“he’ll be thrilled to hear that coming from you.”
nanami shifts in his seat, shrugging off his jacket and loosening his tie.
“good thing he’ll hear it from me again in a few days. i love to feed his ego. you said he likes cake? what else does he like?”
nanami hums. “he likes those superhero movies a lot.” he looks to you to see if you’re on the same page, and when you nod, he continues. “egg tarts. any pastry really, he’s got such a sweet tooth. it’s been really hard to get him off of them, especially with those cavities.”
“hey, stop infringing on his privacy.”
he smiles. “he doesn’t even know what privacy means.” he pauses. “don’t teach him, he’s going to use it against me.”
you swallow down a smile. “you might be facing a legal battle soon is all i’m saying. what else does he like? i already knew all of that.”
“he really likes exercise equipment, but he’s too small to use them, especially the elliptical that we have at home. i’m afraid he’s going to hurt himself. instead, we go to the park when we can so he can play. he likes spending time with his friends there. he likes it when i cook dinners for him, which is most nights. he hates vegetables, and i’ve heard it’s common for kids his age but it’s been really tough to get them in him. sometimes - ”
he stops abruptly and blinks at you. you blink back.
“sometimes?” you urge quietly. your hands are folded on your lap and your chest is pressed against the edge of the table.
he clears his throat. “ah, i lost my train of thought.”
you smile, knowing full well there’s no way a man like him just “lost his train of thought.”
you’ll give it time, though, because this time it’s different. this time, you’re willing to wait.
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i met a cute guy at the party last night but idk if he's actually interested or if i was just tipsy
it’s 9:42 am and kuroo’s making fun of the people in your class when you complain about them being all musty n shit but also kuroo who massages your back and shoulders for you when he sees you overworking yourself again for the nth time that week and carrying you bridal style to bed when you refuse to rest. bonus when he kisses you goodnight and has your favorite breakfast ready when you wake up.
Jays this is not very sexy of you
many thoughts of the babies.....
well i just found out my mattress is leaking fiberglass even though i never opened the zip cover. 🙃 it’s everywhere on the ground under the bed, and on the bag i have under there too. and i guess i got some on me when i checked, because my fingertips are now burning. now i have to buy a whole nother mattress, and make sure that the new one is NOT made with fiberglass, which means that it will probably cost a significant amount more. And that’s after the long ass process of safely removing fiberglass of any kind. FFS. It’s ALWAYS something.
tcaos s/i [jazz hands] !!
🥀 comes from a long line of powerful witches & is an alumni of the academy of the unseen arts & a member of the church of night
🥀 unlike most of her kind she happily mingles with the mortals of greendale - since that is where she made her abode after her tenure at the academy
🥀 is most often seen pursuing the curious collections in the shopkeep of cerberus books usually taking a book or two to occupy her during her stay there
🥀 her familiars are that of butterflies
🥀 she has always had a fascination with flowers and runs a florist shop in greendale often providing arrangements to the spellmans during their services which is how she knows the family
🥀 almost becomes like a mentor figure towards sabrina offering her advice and guidance when she needs it - minus her family of course
🥀 she also ends up becoming the closest with ambrose considering him the closest thing she has to a best friend often offering him a friendly ear to his troubles
🥀 through her many visits to cerberus books she ever so slowly begins a rapport with the owner - dr. cerberus ( and perhaps developing a bit of a crush on him not that she’d admit such a thing )
idk why this is but my gender fluid literally starts in boy mode every morning and then turns to girl mode by the time i go to sleep. what the fuck team
kinda wanna make a smau post for tr boys anyone have any suggestions on prompts for the texts
hello i might have appendicitis
i don’t care abt sun/moon dynamics anymore but at the same time 💭big werewolf bf representing the moon and avery who’s warm and loud being the sun. whatever. i guess
munk waking up from a long nap and doing one of those long stretches and letting out a soft content sigh, his tail swishing amicably