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mischiefmanaged71 · 2 months

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A Couple of Clowns

The company is doing karoake but you and Nanami think of another way to have fun.

Word Count: 1.4k @luneariaa I almost forgot to tag you in this haha!

"Let's not forget about karaoke night!" your manager said with enough enthusiasm for everyone in the room. "It's not mandatory but we'd love to see your smiling faces."

Naturally, Kento's eyes wandered in your direction. The forced smile you wore for your manager's sake made him chuckle inside. The light feeling remained as he now sat at his desk next to you.

"Are you going?"

"God, no. Are you?"

"Well," his cheeks morphed into a pink shade.

"Karaoke's just not my thing."

"What would you rather do?"

"Hm..." your eyes drifted to the ceiling as if the answer were above your head, "I haven't been bowling in a while."

"... bowling?"

"Yeah, what? Are you judging my choice?!"

"No. I wasn't expecting you to say that."

The corner of his lip turned up in that amused smirk he often buried when interacting with you.

"Oh and what were you expecting exactly?" you leaned forward with a grin. One he wished didn't make his chest rise and fall so suddenly.

"I thought you'd say something like a company lunch." His brow twitched while his eyes struggled to stay locked onto yours and not take in every detail of your face.

"Ah, that's a bit boring. No?"

When you leaned back, his shoulders dropped and a frown flashed across his face. "I suppose."

Another wave of your coworkers headed for the door as you sat hunched at your desk, holding your head in your hand.

"I understand but—"

The voice on the other end cut you off again. A frustrated sigh fell from your lips before you jammed the mute button.

Kento faced you with pinched brows. "What's going on?"

"For starters, he's incredibly rude." You described the issue further to Kento as the ignorant customer proceeded to vent to himself unknowingly.

"I can talk to him."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course," he settled into his chair then reached for his desk phone "no one should talk to you like that."

You transferred the customer over to Nanami's line. Watching him speak without mincing words, being direct and stern brought a warmth to your cheeks. The fever spread as you gazed at his undercut, the sparse freckles peeking out under the collar of his shirt, and his hand which now hung up the phone.

"If you ever get him again, just transfer him to me. Okay?"

When his hazel eyes met yours, your breath hitched in your throat. The world you were just in seemed universes away. You were back in the white walled office lined with desks by Nanami Kento, your coworker. Nothing more. Nothing less. Your eyes looked down at the oak desk. "Alright... thank you, by the way."

"You don't need to do that."

The only response you could muster was a chuckle. A small piece of you retreated to the nearest corner at your childish behavior.

"Um," you shook your head to revive yourself "I should do handle those notes then."

"I've got it."

Another giggle escaped from your lips which made him smile.

"What?"

"You might as well take my job."

The apples of his cheeks started to burn from how hard he was smiling. Bury it, he thought and tried unsuccesfully. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"I do need money to eat ... and live."

Not with me, he shook his head at the intrusive, but not entirely unwelcome, thought.

A grin covered your face as you noticed his flushed cheeks while he pecked at his keyboard. That was the only sound of the empty office along with the low thud of your restless heart. The sound flooded your ears so you spoke to ease it.

"Looks like we're the only ones here."

"You don't have to stay."

"I don't want to just leave you here. I'd feel kind of bad."

"Actually, I have a better idea."

These shoes are hideous, his train of thought was interrupted by the feeling of your hand on his shoulder.

"It's your turn."

He stood to his feet then picked up the bowling ball and aligned himself in the middle of the lane.

You gasped when he made his third strike "Ah, what the hell?! How are you so good at this?"

Thankfully, the room was dim with neon lights flashing and spinning around every second so you couldn't see the berry pink plastered across his face.

"I've got some experience." he thought about the cleaver he had kept tucked away for years.

"I've been bowling too but you're hitting strikes like it's nothing."

"I can show you."

The heat you felt earlier returned at the thought of him pressed up against you. "If you want to kiss me, just say so."

His lips parted slightly to comment but nothing came out except a soft laugh that died down to a soft smile when you hit a strike. You whizzed around with your arms in the air accompanied by an ear-to-ear grin.

"Did you see that?!"

Kento nodded, helplessly crossing his arms over his chest as if that'd keep his feelings contained. "You didn't need me after all."

"Oh, I didn't say that. I want you ... here, I mean." Your fingertips tapped at the side of your thighs as you silently cursed yourself.

Even when you were nervous, he still loved your smile. His eyes glanced at the work of art "I know what you mean," you both watched the cheesy animation of the bowling pins mimicking your strike on the screen.

"If you want me though, just say so." A smirk formed then, since he was feeling proud of using your own words against you.

"Wh—" you laughed "Alright, I deserved that."

And so much more, he thought.

The two of you sat side by side munching on snacks from the concession stand. It was a comfortable silence until you said, "These are clown shoes."

"What?"

"Look," you stuck your foot out to show off the tri-colored monstrosity "all I need is the big red clown nose and makeup."

He snickered before downing the rest of his drink "What about suspenders?"

"Um, I'm a clown with fashion sense."

"My apologies, then."

"All is forgiven, I suppose. They look good on you though."

Your playful demeanor subsided with each second you studied his face, savoring each detail. He indulged the bad habit of glancing at your lips then away at the screen.

"The game's almost over."

You looked over your shoulder to realize you each had three turns left.

"Did you want to go another round?"

"That's okay. I'm actually content with this right now."

His heart melted when you faced him with that soft smile "Me too."

It was a bit chilly that night but you felt warm. Each of your hands were balled up in your pockets as you ocassionally shared an anectdote or commented on something nearby. There were only a few paces remaining to your apartment. You'd felt something fill your chest at the sight of the building growing larger by the second.

Your eyes glanced over at Kento who looked straight ahead. The wind blew a few moments ago and messed up his hair — something you laughed at which he didn't understand but admired all the same. He'd just fixed it when the wind blew again, causing the golden threads to frame his face. Light danced in your eyes as you watched his hands correct it. You'd let out a soft sigh then faced forward. Fingers fidgeting in your pocket as you now approached the door.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For tonight. I had a lot of fun."

You tried not to grin like the Cheshire Cat after hearing Kento's words.

"Can we do this again?"

"I like being around you ... outside of work."

You bit the inside of your lip to contain your excitement then nodded. "Absolutely, I'll see you Monday then?"

"I'll wear my best tie," just for you, he allowed himself to smile at the idea. It only grew when you smiled back at him.

"I'd expect nothing less."

Your fingers touched his tie then and his entire being melted. This moment, it was like stealing a sneak peek into his future. His sweet adoring wife fixing his tie, listening to him, keeping him smiling. It wasn't until now that he realized he hadn't smiled much until he met you. The hazel eyes were too fixated on what could be so when he felt your soft lips press against his cheek, he became stiff.

"Goodnight, Nanami."

Before you closed the door, he ingrained the scene into his brain. What you were wearing, the lighting, your smile, and that one feature you complain about (which he secretly loved). His eyes crinkled as he smiled "Goodnight."

— Author's Note — It'd be really hard for him to focus at work sometimes with you as his coworker and significant other. After a while, you'd probably find a good balance but you {unknowingly} make it hard for him at first.

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mischiefmanaged71 · 3 months

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Yes. But also...

Nanami!

Especially S2 Ep. 12

#nanami kento x reader #jjk nanami #nanami kento #jjk #jjk s2

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mischiefmanaged71 · 5 months

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THIS IS SO CUTE! 😫

blue orchids and white lies - nanami kento

word count: 5.2k warnings: none ? summary: nanami's never cared much for flowers until he steps foot in her shop and suddenly he's an avid gift giver of luxurious bouquets. a/n: this is for the anon that sent me a brainrot so good i blacked out, wrote this, and will prolly receive hate in the future as it's the only nanami piece i will (probably) ever write </3 ___

The first time Nanami Kento steps foot into that tiny flower shop, he treats it more as an errand than anything else.

Shoko was throwing a little get-together later that evening- something about a creepy discovery she’d made during an autopsy that excited her, truthfully Nanami tried not to pay too much attention to the gruesome details she’d shared- and he didn’t want to show up empty handed. Utahime had already declared she was bringing the champagne, Gojo covered the catering from some fine dining restaurant Nanami had never even heard of, and it seemed as though flowers were the best he could come up with.

Still, being the thoughtful gentleman he was, he figured he might as well splurge on a well crafted bouquet, rather than the cheap banded wilting things at the grocery store.

Despite being right next door to his favorite bakery in Tokyo, he’d never had an interest to poke around the little shop. There had never really been an occasion for him to buy flowers, and he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to pick some up just to freshen up his office or dining room table. If anything, once the little bell above the door jingles to signal his entry, he feels incredibly out of place. The shop is tiny, and covered nearly ceiling to floor in bright blooms of plants he’s never even seen before.

A soft but cheery “Welcome in!” comes from the wall where there are two clerks working away with nothing short of joy on their faces. The first is cashing someone out at the register, handing over a plastic wrapped bundle of what he assumes are tulips but he’s not quite sure. The other being the one who greeted him, and-

Nanami freezes, which is out of character enough to make his face feel warm and his heart stutter in his chest. The other clerk, a woman who seemed to be playing rather than working on the bouquet before her. As quick as she was to welcome the new customer, she was just as quick to return to rearranging the bundle of purple and white flowers before her. She doesn’t even seem to notice the way Nanami stands in the doorway struck by awe as he watches her over-analyze the way each petal pushes against one another.

After a second too long of staring he realizes how creepy he’s being, and he makes a beeline for the opposite side of the shop, hoping no one around caught the way he’d shamelessly stared at a complete stranger, much less a woman simply trying to do her job. She didn’t need some random customer ogling her- he wasn’t Gojo.

He pretends to glance over the array of pre-arranged bouquets on the far wall. Pretend, as in technically he’s looking at them but he’s not really paying any attention. His mind is still buzzing with that lingering haze of love at first sight wondrous surprise. Eventually he settles for an arrangement of red roses. Roses were always a safe bet to go with, right? It’s not like Shoko screamed ‘flower lover’ in her offputting demeanor. As he’s carrying the bouquet to the front, he’s starting to second guess the whole thing.

Shoko would definitely smirk in his face for bringing such a silly gift to her party. She’d probably start laughing if he told her that he was purposefully waiting for the pretty clerk who’d greeted him to cash him out- wait, what-?

“All set?”

He tries to cover the way his eyes widen when she slides the project in her vase aside and beckons him to step up to his counter. The other counter was completely open, and he could feel the way the second clerk stared at him in bewilderment as he’d ignored the universal sign for ‘my register is open’. But Nanami is not as smooth as he’d like to be, and he can tell by the uptick in the corner of her mouth that she’s amused by his frozen stature.

“Yes- yeah, just this,” He feels like a teenager for stammering over his words, but she pays it no mind. Her movements are overly gentle as she takes the bundle of roses from his hands, treating the bouquet with the utmost care, as though it were a newborn child.

His eyes glance down the nametag on her apron quickly, hoping she wouldn’t notice his sudden urge to put a name to the pretty face. (y/n). Certainly fitting. Even her apron is embroidered with little colorful threads of cartoonish flowers. Peeking at the apron of the other employee and finding nothing but a little bee pin secured next to their name tag, he wonders if she embroidered those flowers herself.

“These are beautiful, they’re going to love them,” She’s speaking again and Nanami finds himself standing up a little straighter. “Would you like them wrapped up in a special way? I have tissue and ribbon” She offers with a smile that has all of the blood rushing towards his face. He prays it’s not noticeable.

“Uh- that’s probably not… no, I don’t think so” He replies awkwardly, and she can’t help but laugh a bit at his uncertainty.

“First time buying flowers for someone?” She asks, and he watches as she pulls open a drawer beside her and plucks out a sheet of white tissue paper with just the faintest bits of glitter sparkling on it.

“That obvious?” He mumbles, and he hopes it comes across more playful than embarrassed, but deep down, Nanami knows it’s the latter.

(y/n) chuckles again, expertly crafting the tissue to fit around the bouquet in a flattering way. She makes it look easy, the way the paper folds to her will neatly. It’s a simple task, but Nanami knows if he’d tried it himself, the tissue would wrinkle and it wouldn’t look nearly as flattering as she presents it.

“You’re not the first man to pick out the first bouquet of roses he sees,” SHe teases gently. “No offense though, these are gorgeous. I have to say I really outdid myself”

“You grow them all yourself?” Nanami asks, and instantly regrets it. Is that a stupid question? Do all florists grow their own supply? He hadn’t a clue on the inner workings of the flower market.

“I sure do!” Her reply is cheerful, and the question seems a little less stupid. “There’s a greenhouse out back, but between you and me,” She lowers her voice like she’s about to tell him a grave secret. Her eyes lock on his with an intensity Nanami thinks could rival Gojo’s. “My best work comes from my own garden at home” She confesses.

Nanami can’t help the way it cracks a smile out of him, especially when she grins widely and finishes up his bouquet with a pretty string of red ribbon. Even the way she curls it with the sharp edge of a pair of shears is done to perfection. He really had to hand it to her for her craftsmanship.

He pays, making sure to tip a generous amount on the card reader, even if it is purely because she’d seemed to sweep him off his feet in less than two minutes of conversation.

“She’ll be very excited to receive these, they’re absolutely perfect” (y/n) says, handing the bouquet back to him with just as much grace as before. Nanami finds himself moving slowly, careful not to crinkle a single edge of the tissue.

“I don’t know about that, I don’t think she even likes flowers,” Nanami says as he glances over the red petals smiling up at him. The implication of the statement doesn’t hit him until a moment too late, and he looks back up at (y/n) almost too quickly, his eyes widened slightly as he tries to backtrack. “She’s a friend- a, uh, colleague sort of friend. She’s celebrating something and I… really didn’t know what to bring” It’s a lame explanation, and he finds himself fubbing the back of his neck and hoping he doesn’t come across like some slimy liar trying to cover his tracks.

“Oh! I see. I just assumed, because, you know…” (y/n) laughs softly as she gestures to the roses. Nanami follows the gesture before glancing back at her, his confusion evident. “Cause roses are usually a symbol of romance. Well, the symbol of romance, really” She explains.

His eyes widen further and she can’t help but laugh a little more. Everything about her new customer amused her, and she didn’t usually spend so much time chatting with people that weren’t trying to chat with her, but she couldn’t help but want to drag the conversation on just a little bit longer.

“Oh god,” Nanami mutters, staring down at the roses with a newfound dislike for them. “They’re going to laugh at me”

“No, no, they won’t,” (y/n) quickly shakes her head. “I’m sure your friend will think it’s sweet. She’ll understand. It’s a very kind gesture”

He can tell just by looking at her that her words are genuine, she’s not just saying them to make him feel better. Her eyes gleam as she nods at him encouragingly.

“Alright,” He sighs, giving the roses one last once over to make sure he’s not making a grave mistake. “But if they laugh I’m not getting the fancy paper next time”

Her cheeks bloom with color, next time, she repeats in her mind, and there’s an undeniable flutter in her chest at the sentiment. She nods back at him with certainty.

“If they laugh, then I’ll help you pick out an appropriate bouquet, next time” She promises, and again he can’t explain it, but Nanami knows she absolutely means it.

His smile is soft, so unbelievably velvety soft as he nods and bids her a good day before making his way back out of the shop.

That night as expected, Shoko does make a weird face when he offers up the bouquet of flowers. She gives him a tease he sees coming from a mile away- ‘Kento, flowers? I didn’t think you would know where to find these’- which makes the rest of the group laugh as well. He decides he’ll gloss over that fact on his next visit to the flower shop. ___

His second visit to the flower shop, he realizes too late that he doesn’t have a decent reason for picking up a pricey bouquet of flowers. As he wanders around aimlessly while (y/n’s) busy wrapping another pretty bundle for a customer, he thinks maybe she wouldn’t even ask what the occasion is.

“Hey,”

And then she’s standing right next to him as he’s eyeing a clump of purple bundles that smells divine. The smile on her face is one of clear recognition, and it makes his chest warm that she’d remember him, much less approach him first.

“So, what’s the special occasion this time?”

And of course her first question is that one. He would smack a hand to his face if it wasn’t so embarrassing. She’s probably asking because he failed so miserably at picking out a proper bouquet last time, and he has to give her credit for offering him help, even though he’s struggling to come up with a half decent response.

But before he can stop himself, he’s saying,

“It’s my mom’s birthday”

Which is an odd choice of lie. He hadn’t seen his mother in years, and her birthday had passed months ago. But that’s what he comes up with, and it’s not exactly the worst lie, but the cringe he makes as soon as it leaves his mouth isn’t all that hidden.

“That’s nice,” (y/n) beams at the thought. “Do you know what she likes?”

The way his face pales answers her question plenty, and she chuckles a bit as her eyes begin to wander the shop. “No problem, I have just the thing,” She beckons him to follow her as she wanders off a bit. “She’s an aquarius, so the safe bet is orchids,”

He’s not even sure what she’s saying, but he nods along like he understands perfectly.

“I have these, if you like white,” She suggests, and he eyes the pretty thin stems with white flowers budding off of them. Oh, so those were orchids. Then her eyes light up, and without thinking, she reaches out and places a hand on his arm with her excitement. “But I just brought in some blue ones from home, it was too cold to keep them there, would you like to see those?”

He actually doesn’t need any flowers at all, so worrying about the color was far from his mind.

“Blue sounds lovely” He gives her a nod and as he thought she might, she grins before rushing off to the back of the shop. He blames the way his skin tingles from where her tough had just left him even from under two layers of clothes.

As he slowly makes his way to the front to await her blue orchids, he glances around the shop a bit more. Every single plant his eyes land on looks like they’ve been loved to the fullest extent. Bright blooms of color cover every inch of space, every counter, shelf, and hook on the ceiling has a well loved clump of flowers occupying it. Nanami can name roses and daisies, and he thinks the purple flowers he’d been eyeing earlier was lavender, but most of what fills this shop looks like a completely new plant he’d never discovered before.

He wonders how much of her life (y/n’s) spent mastering her craft, because clearly, not a single sprout of life looks untouched or forgotten.

“Here you are,” She comes back out with a beam even wider than before as she holds up her precious blue orchids proudly. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

He hums in agreement, his face warm as he barely even casts a glance at the bundle in her hands. It might be obvious and cheesy, but he can’t exactly help it.

“Or were you looking at something else?” (y/n) asks, nodding to the hanging pot his eyes had been focused on before she’d come back out. “The star jasmine is also lovely, but they can be tough to take care of at first”

Again, he barely casts his gaze towards the pot before he’s turning back to her again, an amused little smile on his face.

“Could you really name every plant in here?” He asks, and he knows it’s a dumb question by the way she laughs, loudly, as if he’d made the funniest joke she’s heard in ages.

“Of course I could, it’s my job” She reminds him, and he nods, humming to himself thoughtfully as his gaze flickers across the shop.

“How about those then?” He points to a small pot of pinkish-purple flowers challengingly. (y/n) glances at them before turning her attention back to him, raising a brow.

“Those would be cosmos” She says slowly, but matter of factly. Nanami doesn’t necessarily have a way to fact check her, so he quickly points to another pot.

“And those?”

“Gazanias” She barely had to look at them to give him her answer.

Nanami sighs as he turns back to her in defeat, and her smile crinkles the corners of her eyes.

“Not much fun of a game, is it?” She teases with a quiet laugh.

“Perhaps I shouldn’t have underestimated you” He replies, and she shrugs a shoulder at him, her eyes falling to her prized blue orchids in her hands. Absent-mindedly, she pokes and prods at a few stems, ensuring they were healthy before she passed them off to the handsome customer.

“It’s been a slow afternoon, you could have underestimated me a little longer if you’d like,” She says, only half joking. Nanami breathes out a laugh of amusement. He’s not sure if she’s flirting with him or just being playful, but from the way his heart skips a beat he certainly hopes she is flirting. “Anyways,” (y/n) clears her throat, reminding herself to go back to the task at hand. “I think your mother would adore these. I certainly do”

“Those it is, then” He affirms, and she eagerly circles around the counter, already gathering a few pieces of tissue paper she deemed pretty enough to pair with the rich blues of the flower.

“So now you’re a flower-gifting kind of guy, hm?” She asks him as she carefully wraps the thin sheets around the stems of the orchids. “The roses must’ve gone over well, then?”

Nanami chuckles, tucking his hands into his pockets. More or less, he thinks.

“It might be a bit of a copout, if I’m being honest,” He admits. “I don’t really know what else to give her. But I’m an only child, so, I kind of have the responsibility to step it up”

“That’s alright,” (y/n) hums, her focus completely on making sure the flowers are as presentable as can be. “Flowers are always a thoughtful gift. Especially mine, got it?” It’s the only time she looks up at him while wrapping up the orchids, a threatening expression on her face. “Don’t go to the other shops in town, they’re sellouts, got it?”

He laughs at her seriousness, before crossing his hand over his chest in an x motion.

“I didn’t know there was a flower shop turf war here in the shopping district” He muses. (y/n) huffs as she carefully moves about a few stems so each one would fall just so.

“Well, there is,” She mumbles like an afterthought.

There’s the tiniest of creases between her brows, and Nanami wants to tell her not to worry so much over this bouquet, seeing as he doesn’t know what he’s going to do with it once he’s home, but he has a feeling the sentiment would fall on deaf ears. She seems quite lost in her arranging.

“And besides, I gotta make sure I have loyal customers, don’t I?” She adds once she’s finished, and her serious expression crumbles into one of softness as she gazes up at him again.

“Whatever it takes” Nanami hums in agreement. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too foolishly, but he’s not sure it helps his case.

“What’s your name, anyways?”

He’s not sure why, but the simple question takes him aback, as though it were as forward as asking for his phone number. He hesitates too long, he knows by the way she lightly raises a brow at the way he pauses before he answers.

“Nanami, Kento” Even his answer is slow, but she hums and nods at him nonetheless, as though engraving it to memory on the spot.

“Nanami Kento,”

She extends her hand as she repeats the name, and it takes every ounce of will he has left to keep a shiver from crawling down his spine. He didn’t think his name could sound so sweet on another person’s voice before. He raises his hand to shake hers politely, trying not to focus too hard on how soft her small hand feels when fitted against his. His noticeably larger hand encases hers almost completely.

“I’m (y/l/n) (y/n),” She introduces, as if her name hadn’t been circling around his mind in the couple of weeks since he’d last been here. “But everyone just calls me (y/n)”

“Alright, (y/n),” He muses, and he wonders if she’d felt just as warm repeating his name as he did finally saying hers aloud. “You can just call me Kento, then”

She smiles, and the color in her cheeks is undeniable. He almost forgets to release her hand.

Once the orchids are perfectly bundled up, she passes them across the counter, the tips of her fingers just barely brushing over his knuckles as they both handle the bouquet with great care.

“How much do I owe you for these?”

“Oh, they’re on the house,” She waves a dismissive hand, and she can tell by the way he frowns that he’s going to argue, so she’s quick to keep speaking. “They’re not even in inventory, they won’t be missed. They’ll be of much better use as a gift to your mother, anyways”

“I don’t consider that fair-”

“I won’t accept a single cent,” She tells him boldly, her hands on her hips, and he wonders if this is her idea of scolding. That cute furrow in her brow and the slight pout on her lips as she glares at him. It’s downright adorable and yet again, she’s seized his heart. “Now go, you can’t arrive late on your own mother’s birthday” She waves her hand in a shooing motion towards the door.

God, he’s going to hell for this lie.

“Alright, alright,” He chuckles as he backs away, slowly heading for the door. “I’ll let you know how much she loves them”

(y/n) leans across the counter as she watches him go, her face burning with her lingering blush as she shamelessly admires him while he’s not looking.

“Come back soon, Kento!” She calls just as he’s stepped out.

He turns just as the door shuts behind him, catching her eye through the front window. She’s smiling with utter glee as she waves at him, and this time he can’t hold back his smile as he waves back. ___

The third time he enters the flower shop, he has a better lie in mind. The ruse of gift giving had worked perfectly so far, he might as well stick with it.

“Nanami Kento!”

(y/n) welcomes him by name as soon as he walks in, and a rush of warmth spreads over him so quickly he thinks the other clerk working beside her is chuckling to themselves because of him.

(y/n) says something to her coworker before coming around the corner to approach him properly. Her hair is tied in a messy bun on top of her head today, and it appeared she’d had some fun with a few little flowers sticking out of it. He smiles as he admires the adorable look before he greets her.

“Afternoon, (y/n),” He replies warmly. “Do you actually do any real work here?” He asks, nodding to the endearingly chaotic hairstyle.

“It pays to have a job you enjoy, right?” She asks. “What do you do? Are you a time traveler?” She giggles through the question, the sound tinkly and so, so cute he thinks his knees could give out.

When she gestures back at him, it dawns on him that he’s left his sunglasses on his face. He’s quick to pluck them off and tuck them into the pocket on the inside of his jacket.

“They’re odd, I know” He says, and hopes she won’t press further questions. He’s had to lie about enough, what he does for work is an enigma even to him some days.

“I like em,” She shrugs. “They make your whole business man thing look a bit more… steampunk” She waves her hands around the rest of his attire, and he can’t help but chuckle as he glances down at himself.

When he’d gone into the workforce he found he had preferred a business casual look more than the stuffy scratchy collars of the typical sorcerer’s uniform. He’d matured a lot in that time, too, and after outgrowing his… emo… phase, found that a little pop of collar looked better on him than being swamped in black.

What’s funny was that what she called business man, Gojo liked to call flashy.

“Steampunk?” He repeats curiously. “In a good way or a bad way?”

“Depends,” She shrugs again, eyeing him skeptically. “Are you planning on buying a bouquet today?”

“I was, yes” He nods.

“Then in a good way,” She grins, and when he rolls his eyes at her in good nature, she only laughs more. “Well tell me, who’s the lucky recipient this time?”

If he could get away with it, he’d happily stare at the way she smiles at him for hours. Her hands clasped behind her back, the way her pretty eyes peer up at him from under her lashes, small splashes of color swirling within (y/e/c) irises. Nanami can’t recall the last time he’d taken such a strong favor over another person, and in this moment if you’d asked, he’d tell you he’d never felt anything of the sort. But her lips are plump and glossy today, and seeing them curled upwards so warmly, and for him, it has him in a chokehold.

He was growing so fond of her he almost couldn’t stand it anymore. He could almost see that line he was trying not to trip across, because if he did step over it and into the unknown freefall that was complete and utter adoration… the thought terrifies him.

The invisible rose colored glasses that remained perched on his nose drove him to murmuring out today’s white lie before thinking about the credibility of it.

“My sister,” He finally answers. “She’s got a promotion at work, and now I know the perfect secret in gift giving for women-”

“I thought you were an only child?”

Her brow furrows just slightly as she interrupts him with her question, a curiosity flickering over her features that has Nanami paling in an instant. A part of him wants to be flattered that she’d remembered such a minor detail about his life that he’d given her a couple of weeks ago, but the anxiety that encompasses him as she’s caught him in his lie is a far more looming feeling. He can feel sweat prick on the back of his neck right away.

The longer he hesitates to answer, the more expectant the look on her face is. Slowly her eyebrows begin to raise, and her head tilts to the side ever so slightly.

“I… I am,” He starts slowly, hoping to stall until he finds the right explanation. “I don’t know why I said that, um, what I… what I meant to say…” Unfortunately, he was as bad at stalling as he is at lying.

Through his terrible stammering, (y/n’s) perplexed expression starts to morph into something else. The corner of her lips quirk up before she bites back her smile, pressing her lips together in a thin line. She tries to hide it, but her smile is evident in the way her cheekbones raise, and the corners of her eyes crinkle ever so slightly. She’s amused. And Nanami’s not sure what startles him more, being caught in the lie, or the way she’s entertained by his scrambling.

“Nanami Kento, if you want to pop in just to see me, you can,” She tells him, and when she speaks there’s no chance of concealing the way her smile brightens her entire face. “You don’t have to make up a sister just to come in”

There’s some relief in knowing she isn’t upset, but it’s quickly eaten up by his nerves from her blatant tease. His collar feels hot on his neck, and he’s certain that as soon as he leaves, he’ll have to loosen his tie.

It doesn’t help that the other clerk in the store had been obviously watching the entire interaction behind a large display vase of carnations. Here and there they’d been snickering into their hand, surely also entertained by how terrible at this Nanami is.

“You’re right, I… I don’t know why I did that,” He chuckles bashfully. (y/n) only glows brighter upon him fessing up to it. “I did just… want to come and see you”

She rocks on her feet a few times, her cheeks beginning to bloom with color.

“Well I’m glad you did,” She admits softly. “You’re my favorite customer, you know”

Nanami cracks a smile at that, some of the nerves starting to melt away the more he entertains the idea of crossing the blurring line between them.

“That simply can’t be true, I’ve only ever bought one bouquet” He reminds her, and she laughs a bit at the reminder.

“Alright, so you’re a flaky customer, but my favorite nonetheless,” She compromises. “Besides, you said you were picking one up today, no takesies backsies”

“Are you five?” He chuckles, but she waves her hand dismissively, ignoring the comment completely.

“What are you looking for today, Kento?” She changes the subject.

He thinks to himself for a moment, eyes flickering around the shop to see what stuck out to him.

Nanami Kento wasn’t necessarily a shy man, but he wasn’t the man that made the bold move. That would be Gojo. He also wasn’t the one to play coy until the other party eventually gave in either. That was Shoko’s move. Even after having a few short relationships or flings throughout the years, he never really made the first move. Things sort of just… happened.

Now, he thinks it might be just the right time to make the bold move.

He still has to take a deep breath before he does, though.

“Depends,” He muses, glancing back at her. “Which do you like best? I want to give you the right arrangement before dinner” ___

bonus:

They’re standing at the entrance to her building when she finally brings up the elephant in the room that had followed them for the entire evening.

“You know, it’s pretty corny to give me flowers that I grew from my store”

“It was a good line, sweetheart, I’m going to stand by that,” He chuckles back at her. “And you picked them” He adds, gesturing to the pretty bouquet of lilies of the valley tucked carefully in her arm.

“Forgive me for not being able to turn down pretty flowers from a handsome man” She replies playfully, and for once he manages to maintain control of himself as he gives her a gentle smile.

“Do you flirt with all of your customers to keep them coming back?” He replies coolly, and the giggle that escapes her is anything but coy. Just pure, genuine joy.

She settles the bouquet safely in her arms before tilting forward on the tips of her toes. It does little to nothing to shorten their height difference, but she’s close enough now that Nanami can practically taste the strawberry on her breath left from their dessert. Common sense escapes him briefly as he follows suit, bending closer almost all the way. The sudden movement startles her, her eyes widening and falling to watch his lips, curious if he’d actually kiss her so suddenly. She smiles when he pauses just before his lips could touch hers, and her gaze flickers back up to his eyes.

“No,” She answers his question in a breath of a whisper. “Just my favorite ones”

He chuckles a bit at the cheeky answer, but he’s over the playful banter. His hand, calloused, but warm and welcoming, reaches out to her chin, fingers gently tipping her head upwards just a little more, before he slides his palm across her cheek.

The question is on the tip of his tongue, but her eyes are already fluttering shut and she’s already closing the remaining space between them. He supposes when her lips blindly land on his, he doesn’t need to ask for permission to kiss her goodnight. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

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I'm not sobbing and crying my eyes out. This was beautiful

the love that came back

ft. nanami kento x fem!reader

"what more could you wish for?

when the love you once lost, came back into your arms again,"

content warnings: jjk shibuya arc spoilers, angst, fluff if you really squint, little dialogues, going through grief and depression, pure pain, just reader's life through her perspective, implied major character death, bittersweet, depictions of the afterlife, happy ending (i promise)

wc: 4,933

note: i'll just be letting my feelings out because we're about to mourn LMAO enjoy!

inspired by and best enjoyed with: this love by taylor swift

October 31, 2018

when you heard a knock on the door, you expected kento to great you with a smile on his face and a sweet kiss to your lips.

but what you got instead is shoko right in front of your doorstep, giving you the news that your fiancée lost his life in the middle of the war across shibuya— then you felt like your world had crumbled right before your very eyes. he had promised. he had promised to come home to you tonight and come trick-or-treating and give the kids around the neighborhood some candies.

kento never breaks his promises, especially when it comes to you.

but there's always a first time, as they say.

you felt your knees turn into jelly as you fall onto the floor, eyes wide, and heart incredibly shattered. you couldn't believe what you were hearing, this must be a sick fucking joke. there's no way the love of your life is just gone like that. he doesn't fucking deserve this.

"i'm so sorry, y/n," you hear shoko said as she guides your limp body to sit on the couch but you could hardly hear her between your ragged breaths and the ringing in your ears.

what would her apology do anyway? would that sorry bring him back? would that bring him to your arms once again?

you feel your eyes swell with tears and let them fall off as they please. you wail in shoko's arms, you let out the loudest screams you ever let out in your entire life but none of those did anything to the amount of pain your heart is currently bearing. and for shoko, who has seen a fair share of gore and violence in her life, has never been so disturbed and heartbroken when she saw you wept and mourn for your lover.

that night when shoko left you on your own (not that she had the choice), you drank the fruit flavored champagne you usually sip with kento as he enjoys his whiskey, downing it like it was water but it tasted different.

there's this saying that alcohol tasted better when you're happy and around the people you cherish the most.

your sweet champagne started to taste bitter ever since, and a part of you died that day.

the days have gotten colder.

you miss the way kento's arms would wrap around you, you miss the warmth that he provided, something the heater in your shared home couldn't give.

you feel empty, everything has gone silent, and you hate it. at times like this, when kento is home, you would hear him hum with the vinyl he chose to listen to going along the silent rustle of either the newspaper or a book he had been looking forward to read.

now it's just silence. it's all new to you. you almost even forgot how your voice sounded like because you had no one to talk to.

for the past few weeks, your family and friends, even shoko had visited you to make sure you were okay. but whenever they try to initiate a conversation, they only get either a curt nod or nothing. they have also noticed the change you have been going through. the usual sparkle in your eyes gone, you've gone extremely quiet, your appetite has drastically changed, but they understood nonetheless.

a few days ago, with the help of his family and from the mercy of any entity that existed out there, the jujutsu tech was able to retrieve kento's body, whatever is left, that is— cremated him and finally held a proper burial. that's the least he deserves.

you asked if you could keep some of his ashes in a little urn, and his family, bless their hearts, agreed as they know that both of you share the pain of losing a loved one. there, it sits in his study together with his pictured frame. another one also sits on your chest, a necklace that holds some of your beloved. a piece of reminder that you and him will still be together.

you walk towards back to the living room, seeing the mess that has been made because truthfully speaking, cleaning up the house was the least pf your problems when you had a lot going through. it has been really rough. every night, at 7 pm, you yearn for the knock of your door, kento's voice declaring his arrival, "hon, i'm home," he would usually say.

now, it's all gone. the clothes he had worn the previous days still in the laundry bags, untouched, for the fear that his scent might go away.

it scares you. the thought of forgetting the sound of his voice, his smell, his warmth, his company, not being near your reach, terrifies you to the core. but you have to face it all. put on a brave face, live on a life where he doesn't exist anymore. but deep in your bones, your heart, and your soul.

he's still around.

he should be. he promised eternal life with you, willingly get on one knee to put on the prettiest engagement ring you had ever seen.

the saddest part is, he wouldn't be able to see you walk down the aisle. both of you had dreamt of a wedding so perfect. you designing your own gown that would compliment his, a small wedding enough for your family and closest friends, and a honeymoon trip to malaysia where you could just bask in each other's presence, forgetting everything and savor each moment.

he had promised you forever.

and kento never lies.

but then again, there's always a first time.

it has been months. nothing has changed.

you still feel so empty. nothing has changed around the house either. sure, the living room is clean enough but the bedroom you once shared with kento stayed the same.

you refuse to wash his clothes that was in the laundry basket, you refused to wash the bedsheets, you refused to even make up his side of the bed. and despite how much you missed him, you refuse to sleep on his side of the bed, fearing that sleeping over his scent would lose him completely. it was exhausting to yearn for someone you know is not going back, but you do it anyway.

from the tailoring shop you own, many bride-to-be's are going in and out to pick out wedding dresses with their pretty engagement rings decorating their hand. it feels like a slap to the face, angering even. why do these women have to be so happy picking out the perfect wedding gown while you're out there sulking, stuck with what if's and what could have been.

what could have been your gown? his suit? what could have your wedding venue look like? what could have happen in your honeymoon?

and when you realize that it will always stay that way, it fills you with envy, but more so with sorrow.

it's so unfair to be mad at these people who were lucky enough to find the one but you couldn't help it.

you just also hate the pity smiles they give you when you answer their question, "when's your wedding?" once they caught a glimpse of the engagement ring kento gave you with, "my fiancée passed away," with a forced smile on your face. you're just thankful they don't push you to answer any more questions.

the ring kento gave you is one thing that you will never remove. aside from your necklace, this is a reminder that kento loved you enough to propose, to ask your hand in marriage. that may not be enough considering your situation, but it is something, so you keep it around anyway.

when the shop has finally closed for the day, you come home, sit on his study and sketch more of the wedding dress ideas that you had on your what could have been wedding with kento. you have gone through almost 3 journals sketching everything aside from the dresses. it was venues, suits that he could've worn, your dress, and of course sketches of the both of you walking down the aisle.

whenever you sketch, a tear falls down, then another, and another, until you cry a river all over the page, not caring if the lead from the pencil is barely there due to the wet pages or the ink from your pen is smudging. when you go back to the pages, you see it. you don't mind that it has become messy, it represents the feelings that you have. the yearning, the grieving, the sorrow of a what could've been wife to a what could've been husband.

more months pass by and it's still the same.

it's empty, it's all routine. you wake up, wash your face from the dried tears that you wept from the night before, shower, get dressed, go to kento's study just to admire his face from the picture frame where his urn is placed and say your goodbyes as you kiss his pretty face through the the frame and off you go to work.

it's clockwork, but you don't mind. it's one of the few things that kept you sane, but a deep burning hole in your heart still fire ablaze, waiting to be set off. you doubt it will happen, but some coping might help, so you pretend that you don't mind.

when the night comes, you still prepare meals enough for two, it's muscle memory, you seem to master making portions of two and you plan to keep it that way. it's one of the only ways that keeps you alive. you either save the other half on the fridge or give them to your neighbors.

you had also convinced yourself to wash the bedsheets, but you always remember to spray kento's cologne on his side so it feels like he never left, but his clothes on the laundry basket remains untouched. you have gone through multiple bottles of his favorite perfume from spraying almost every surface of the house, it's expensive but it doesn't matter. as long as it helps to keep his memory, you don't mind.

your friends and family visit you from time to time, to check up on you. they know you're just putting a smile on your face, it's obvious, because your eyes don't shine like they used to, but that's fine enough for them. they also noticed how the house strongly smells like him, but they don't complain anyway.

and as you close your eyes, you take one careful sniff of his pillow that you have grown accustomed to embracing every night (but you know it doesn't feel the same but it would suffice), and drift yourself to sleep as quiet tears fall down.

today is a pretty quiet day. you took a week off from the shop but you're lucky enough that your sister is more than willing to help you. you've been doing nothing but cleaning around the house, watching shows, doing strolls across the neighborhood, visiting parks, and mostly sleeping. it wasn't the most productive way of spending your days off but these are just the things you do with kento when he was still... alive.

it was usually lively when you do it, but now it's quite different. the hums he would usually do to accompany the vinyl he is playing and the quiet rustle whenever he turns a page on his books, all gone. the silence is so loud that you could swear you can hear a hair pin drop. you could only hear the swirls of the fan and your breaths.

it's silent but it's deafening.

you stood up from the couch and decided to spend some time in his study. these months, you had been spending a lot of time there, doing whatever you can to bring some life into it.

kento has always been an organized man, not a speck of dust present or a single item misplaced. but ever since, you always thought that it looked like no one was there to inhabit it anymore. so, with a silent apology, you try rearranging things around, keep his lounge and study chair warm but that's about it.

once you entered his study, you remembered that kento has a lot of books left unread. he has been planning to get around and read it. but now he can't, the thought just broke your heart.

skimming through his shelves that was adorned with many books, one caught your eye. it was slightly misplaced, leaning towards another book with a bookmark sticking out.

kim jiyoung, born 1982, it read.

you remember this book.

October 24, 2018

"dear," kento had called out as you were scrolling through your phone with your head on his lap.

"you should read this book sometime, i think you'll like it," he said, making the book cover more visible so you can read the title.

"kim jiyoung, born 1982?" you read out loud.

"yeah, it's a very powerful book from what i've read so far, i think you'll feel the same way about it,"

you hummed, with the busy schedule around the shop, you're not so sure, "i'll borrow it from you when i finally have the time, besides, you can finish reading it first and tell me your thoughts about it, how's that sound?" you say with a smile on your face.

"sounds like a plan, but i can read it a lot to you right now?"

you like the idea he proposed, his voice is relaxing so you definitely won't mind.

"okay, but i like it better when you read it to me anyway,"

a small smile escaped from kento's lips as a playfully scoffs, "whatever you say."

you hear him clear his throat before reading, "when jiyoung was in fiftth grade..."

for the next few pages, you felt your eyes grow heavier as you heard his soothing voice grow quiet and let yourself drift asleep.

you regret sleeping on his voice that day. if you would've known it was the last time you would hear him read a book to you, you would've listened more attentively, record his voice, and listen some more. you feel your lips quiver as you feel tears threatening to leave your eyes.

you pick up the book and opened the page where the bookmark sits and you realize he's almost halfway through. you remember him saying that he'll get back to reading it after halloween once his schedule opens up.

guess that will never happen.

you sit on the lounge chair on the drawer where his urn and picture frame is placed. through shaky hands, you remove the bookmark and open the book wider.

"kento, i'm sorry if my voice isn't as soothing as yours but i will try and help you finish this, so just listen and relax, alright?" you voice is shaky and cracking, and you hope he won't mind, you he will listen just like you did, you hope he closes his eyes and rest wherever he is.

after releasing a ragged sigh, you read, "jiyoung's mother received information that the new..."

as you read through the pages, your ready becomes more and more sloppy, sometimes having to repeat sentences or words when you feel like you didn't say them properly. some of its pages soaked with your tears, and take deep breathes when the pain is caught up in your throat. you give kento a silent apology for ruining his books.

and you hope it's enough, because that's all you can do.

hope.

from then on, you finish book after book during your free time, slowly going through the unread books across his shelves. as time passes by, you may have gone through a lot of his books but reading them never goes easier. every time, you would flood the pages with tears, your breaths are never steady, and by the end of every reading, you would hug the book and close your eyes, sometimes creasing some of its parts.

and you hope he doesn't mind.

July 03, 2019

this is his first birthday that you would have to celebrate alone. and the thought breaks your heart.

as you set the cake on the table beside his picture frame and light the numbered candles.

you blankly at the flames on the cake. he would've been 28 today.

you take a very deep breath and started to sing.

"happy birthday to you," tears started forming in your eyes, singing the song out of tune and through your shaky breaths, "happy birthday to you,"

"happy birthday, my dearest kento," you take another deep breath.

"happy birthday to you." you sang for the last time before blowing out his candles.

another deep sigh. you kiss the pendant that sits on your chest, "i love you," and then the engagement ring on your ring finger, "so, so, much."

from then on, every time the 3rd of july comes around the corner, it becomes clockwork. you sing, blow the candles, kiss the pendant and the ring, and eat the cake all alone.

it never gets any better, though.

through the years you watch the numbers from the candles grow older.

but you know deep inside he doesn't. the ticking of his clock has stopped.

and so did yours.

October 31, 2019

you dreaded this day to come. on the same year, you managed to come across both of kento's firsts.

his first birthday without him celebrating with you and his first death anniversary.

ever since his funeral, you never had the will in you to actually visit his grave, where his family decided to bury his ashes. you were a coward, you admit.

but losing someone you loved the most is never that easy to get over with.

having to come face to face with your lover's grave is no easy task. you touch the tombstone where his name is engraved.

Nanami Kento

July 03, 1990-October 31, 2018

your soul will always be in our hearts

you sit onto the green grass, put your arms on his tombstone and rested your head over it.

for a while it was silent.

until a rain of tears eventually dropped.

"you're so unfair, kento," you said. your voice hoarse but considerably unnoticed as the pain took over. "you said you'd come home to me, but you didn't," you don't care if there were other people around you, you need to let go of the bottled-up feelings you had for the past year. and so you wail, and wail, and wail, and yell about how much of an asshole he is for leaving you alone. cursing every entity that exists for not protecting your beloved enough. the anger through your voice seeps in but you know deep inside that he's not an asshole. you're just mad and you don't have any way to cope but this.

but your cries have been met with silence, a daily reminder that he's really not here with you. and it breaks you.

"i love you so much, i miss you so much, i'm sorry for being mean. rest well, my beloved, you have done so much." you say and seal it with a kiss before going back home, if you could still call it that.

every year when this dreaded day arrives, you pick yourself up and go to his gravesite. but this time, you spend your time telling him new hobbies you picked up on, adventures you've gone through, and stories that you have already told him before.

when he was still around, he would ask some questions and reply with either a comment or a laugh.

but this time you were only met with silence.

conversations with him never sounded the same.

20XX

years had gone by without him. you didn't know how you did it either. every day is a new pain that you have to face but you suck it up anyway.

tonight is just a typical night, you were tired from managing the shop and just finished reading kento a book. nonetheless, you prepare yourself a meal as you feel your stomach growling.

as you sit down at the dinner table, you notice something incredibly wrong.

this is the first time you have prepared a portion enough for one.

that thought alone terrified you to the core.

every night you miss his voice still. you wish the voice messages that he left you on the phone would suffice but they didn't. through the phone, his voice doesn't sound as soft and as caring compared to what you usually hear when he's around. but it's not like you can do anything about it, can you?

you have gone through every voice message that he sent you, hundreds and hundreds of them, but you never get tired of it. it has been your lullaby for the past years. you convince yourself that this is the same as when you hear his words fresh from his lips, but you know it's not. it will never be the same. you miss the sound of his actual voice. every laughter, every chuckle, every syllable that escapes his mouth, you miss it.

the sound from your device isn't as comforting as it was, and it scares you to think that at some point, you will forget what his actual voice sounds like. you didn't like that thought one bit.

he had flooded your senses. his touch, his smell, his voice, his love, it had invade all of you and has become a part of you and you're afraid that one of those will be forgotten so you desperately try to keep everything alive.

even when he's not.

you're old now. wrinkles have adorned your whole body and you're not as strong as you used to.

but your love towards kento remained the same. it has become stronger, in fact. being old sometimes makes your memories a bit blurry but everything about your lover is something that you could never forget.

you browse through your photos in the album that has been left. you stroke through his pictures like you can still feel the heat through his skin. you miss the feel of his sharp features and the soft gaze of his eyes. you miss the way he would kiss every part of you and show you how much he loves you in every way possible.

everything still feels like it's yesterday. while everybody moved on, you stayed. deep inside you're still living in a time where kento was existing. you know he would've loved your nephews, nieces, and your grandchildren.

after him, you never loved anyone. you could never love anyone other than him. how could you, when he's all that plagued your mind, you keep on trying to keep his legacy alive, not a part of him forgotten, that he will always be remembered.

you've been diagnosed a chronic heart disease, but whenever a pain pangs in your heart, you're sure it's not your illness, but the pain of being left alone by a lover who swore to stay by your side.

you know you don't have much time left, and you have come to terms with it, happy, even. you want to meet your lover once again. you want to see kento right before your very eyes and reach him just like you did in your youth.

so by the summer, you have decided to visit kuantan, malaysia with your family.

it's the place you wanted to avoid the most but you know now for sure you're brave enough to visit it. he would've wanted you to go here, he wanted to go here. even if you're a little late, you're glad to make it just in time.

your eldest granddaughter have been guiding you along the shore. you bask in the fresh air and the sound of the waves from the ocean. every thing is so peaceful, but you wish kento was here to witness it with you.

you inhale the air with a weak smile in your face.

one of your nephews then had helped you tuck in for the night.

it was so peaceful. and for the first time in years, you have finally let out a big and genuine smile.

you feel your eyes getting heavy and you know it's going to be the last. and you've never felt any happier.

October 31, 20XX

you have finally died twice.

you were finally buried next to the love of your life.

in your funeral, your family used the picture you took a long time ago, back when you were 27, mourning and incredibly heartbroken for the lost of your lover.

the kind elderly photographer from the studio you took your photo from was confused as to why you could have been taking one while you're young and looking healthy.

"i don't want to pry sweetheart, but if you're still young and healthy, why are you taking a picture now?" she asked, but you don't mind it one bit.

"when i die i want to look like me and my husband were the same age," you answered with a big smile on your face.

since i too, died that day, you would add but decided against it.

the lady seems taken aback but appreciates the sentiment behind it anyway.

you let out a wide smile so that when both of your pictures are put beside each other, it would look like the one you wore when he was still around.

when you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the blue sky and a fresh breeze of air. you felt the grass tickle against your skin and it was pleasant. when you get up, you feel your body get lighter, it's as if you weren't old, that you were back from your youth. you looked on your arms and every wrinkle that you remember being present there was all gone.

you look around you and you see a very pleasant scenery. there were trees around and from far away, the splashes of the ocean can be heard. for some reason, everything feels light, including your heart. some butterflies swarm around you like you were a flower, you reach your hand out, letting some of them sit on the tip of your finger.

you were enjoying the company of the butterflies and taking in the beautiful scene before you.

"darling,"

you hear a very familiar voice, and your eyes immediately widen

this isn't a dream right? this is really happening, right?

you whip your head towards the direction of the voice and there you see it.

your lover, your soul, the love of your life, nanami kento.

he looks so ethereal, so peaceful, especially with the soft smile spread across his face.

you're dumbfounded but you take a step, and then another, and another, until you ran your way across the grassy field and leap into his arms. and it was—

oh.

it was so warm. just like how you remembered. you feel your tears fall from your face and weep as you bury your face on the crook of his neck. you decide to take it all in. you inhale his scent, one you have been longing for years, your hug tightens around him. oh he feels so warm. so, so, warm. it's like time has never gone by.

"i'm so sorry," kento said, apology obvious from his voice, "i'm so sorry i was weak—"

"no!" you say as you immediately face him.

"do not say that darling, don't, i know you have fought long and hard enough," you carefully lift your hand to touch his pretty face. you were shaking but you were careful, like he was something fragile, something you're afraid to break. when you finally place it on his face, he immediately leans towards your touch. "t-this is real, right?" he nods, his smile growing much wider, "we don't have to be apart any longer," kento declared with full confidence.

that sentence alone urged you to chase his lips onto yours, the kiss was full of yearning, it was passionate but never aggressive. all of those years, you share silent longings and the hurt between your lips. kento pulled you deeper into the kiss but he was careful enough to handle you gently. every apology was spilled onto both of your lips as you felt tears stream across his face, and that's how you knew he longed for you as you did for him.

without words, you knew how much kento appreciated you for keeping his memories alive. it was enough for you to know that he listened to every word you let out as you read the books in his study, every word that you sang during his birthdays, and every word that you let out whenever you visited his grave. he knew all of it. he watched you weep in sorrow which broke his heart because he doesn't know how to comfort you, but he greatly loved and cherished every gesture. and so, it is his turn to return all of it back to you.

and he now has forever to give you.

without words, you know what his lips spelled against yours.

i love you.

for once, the love that was once lost, the love that you had to let go free—

finally came back to you.

both of you have finally turned 28.

and once again, the clock started ticking until eternal ends.

another note: this is officially the first fic i wrote and i hope everyone enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. i feel like this piece will always be so dear in my heart. rest in peace, my beloved nanami kento, you have fought long and hard.

#nanami angst #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader

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I felt that

MARGOT ROBBIE as BARBIE BARBIE (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig

#barbie #barbie movie

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Yes to all of this! This show and series is close to my heart and I've only it for like 4 months 😭

They deserve to continue telling this story 🤍

i do hope one thing that comes from the fan uproar around l&co’s cancellation is that it catches the attention of other parties. the goal is obviously to be picked up by another service or have netflix change their mind, BUT it would be amazing if other people took note of the noise being made and realised how much desire there is for l&co.

for example, bookstores: STOCK THESE BOOKS!!! i haven’t seen physical copies in any bookshops both independent and national chains and my library only stocks the first one and i live in the uk where the series originates. i read them on kindle but i’d love to have them on my shelves, fans want to buy them. plus jonathan stroud clearly enjoys signings and festivals and events - get him in your shop and the fans will flock!

book publishers: print these books in the countries/languages that don’t currently have them, there is such an obvious demand, especially if the show doesn’t continue even more fans will be turning to the books to finish the story and we’re an international fanbase (the show was TOP TEN in EIGHTY COUNTRIES). and while we’re at it, it would be the perfect opportunity to do a reprint with some nicer covers or make some anniversary/illustrated editions, update the audiobooks with a better narrator (ruby stokes is RIGHT THERE), the treatment most popular ya series get!! l&co is a hit series and like i said before demand is probably going to get even higher for the books but right now it’s weirdly hard to access and enjoy them.

etsy and redbubble designers: make bookish l&co merch!!! people will buy it!!! where is my ‘a female serial killer? woo inspirational! why don’t you put it on a t-shirt’ t-shirt??? where is my candle inspired by ‘the library at portland row’??? bookmarks that look like mini rapiers???

hell, jonathan stroud has watched first-hand from twitter as the fandom has exploded and the demand to know more has grown; if he wanted to write a new short story like the dagger in the desk or put together a demi-god files style collection with missing moments or an update on the gang post-teg in canon, we’d go feral!!!! i’d read the portland row shopping list at this point and say thank you for it.

i guess what i’m saying is, even if the effort to save the show doesn’t succeed (and i REALLY hope it does), i hope the engagement and passion from fans leads to more l&co content in a variety of forms and that it’s accessible to everyone who wants it.

#lockwood and co #save lockwood and co #renew lockwood and co

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It's such a comfort show and series now, and I've only had it for a few months 😭 George is now one of my favourite characters!! I love this trio so much. The found family trope is superior 😭😫

Lockwood and co feels like staying up late at night in the middle of a thunder storm with your favorite person under a blanket fort while playing cards then running outside in the middle of the thunderstorms with glow sticks while pushing each other into the grass and rolling around laughing then just staring at the stars.

#save lockwood & co #BBCforlockwoodandco #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #george karim #lucy carlyle

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Reblogging because this show deserved a s2 😮‍💨😭 It deserves so much. I love this trio so much. Lucy, Anthony and George (literally the found family trope!! I always stan shows and books with this trope --> Avatar the last airbender, Percy Jackson, Six of Crows). It is a great adaptation with incredible casting, representation, plot, and incredible characters whose stories deserve to continue on. Disney + would really be prime to pick up Lickwood & Co right about now 😉

Manifesting season 2

#lockwood and co #Anthony Lockwood #george karim #lucy carlyle #lockwood & co season 2

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THE HUNGER GAMES Lucy Gray Baird & Katniss Everdeen (inspired by x)

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Hellooo! You are one of my fave writers and its been a while since ive seen a post from u🥺 i guess i'm just missing you on my dash. Anyway i hope youre fine and all is good with you, stay hydrated and youre having fun doing what you love. Take care of yourself!💝

Love these messages xx thank you for reading my works and checking in. So lovely of you 🩷🩷

I've been very busy with uni and poor health since Feb/March so my posts have dropped. I'm on Tumblr every day but I rarely post anymore and that's fine 👍🏽

I've got inspiration to write fics, but I started my novel last December, which I'm excited to delve more into 🥹😍. Although...if I got requests/ song requests in my inbox for these characters, and I had the time... maybe I could write 👀🤔

The characters in question (bare with me, the list is quite varied): Nikolai Lantsov, Anthony Lockwood, George Karim, Tom Bennett, Matthew Fairchild, Peter Sutherland, Regulus Black. If there are other characters I have written for in past that you have a request, send it in and I'll have a read 😁

*prefixing here: I don't write smut

#nikolai lantsov x reader #peter sutherland #tom bennett x reader #regulus black x reader #anthony lockwood x reader #george karim x reader #matthew fairchild x reader

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The IT couple of Ravka, we love them

No thoughts just THEM

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #zoyalai #nikolai lantsov #zoya nazyalensky

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Please give me Zoyalai next season! My only ask, please 🫠

Please, the way these two photos compliment each other.

#shadow and bone #zoyalai #sujaya dasgupta #patrick gibson #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #clinging to the crumbs

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That's Kazzle Dazzle

The director said, "Take five"

Freddy heard, "Change lives"

freddy carter really gave us the most book accurate kaz brekker, I had chills during this scene.

THATS MY KAZ BREKKER!!!

#shadow and bone season 2 #shadow and bone #kaz brekker #freddy carter #six of crows

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WHERE ARE ALL THE FICS FOR S2 OF S&B?! I need Nikolai fics asap! I actually don't have time to write...but if people send requests or would like to read what I've got in mind...do ask me in my inbox 👀

I shall try to write when I get time xx

I'm a Nikolai girlie, and I need content after binging s2. Been hooked since Thursday and suffering since I finished it on Friday 🥹😫

#shadow and bone s2 x reader #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone s2 #grishaverse #shadow and bone

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In This Moment (7)

Summary: A single moment can spark a magnificent change in a person’s life.

A/N: Peaky Blinders AU! Ewan Mitchell OC x fem! Reader

Tom Bennett Masterlist

The sound of laughter reached her ears as Y/N walked through Tommy’s front door. She shed her coat, the hand on her waist leaving to shut the door behind them. Will took it off her hands, hanging it on the coat rack in the entrance hall. The warmth in the house quickly chased the cold biting away at her face and hands as she glanced around at the twinkling of the decorations in the hall.

“You made it.” Ada smiled, catching her eye from down the hall. Her heels clicked against the floorboards.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Y/N smiled, embracing the woman.

“Glad to see you’re together.” Ada smiled knowingly, glancing at Will stood close to Y/N’s side.

“Hardly leave her side these days.” Will smiled, his mouth curling upwards.

“Tommy didn’t say anything about plus ones, but I just assumed-uh-” he coughed.

“I’m quiet sure the boys would be disappointed had you not have come.”

“I didn’t need much convincing.” Will smirked, glancing down at Y/N.

Y/N gaped at him, withholding a blush as Ada pulled her arm down the hall. “Come along. They’re waiting for us.”

“How long has that been going on?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Ada narrowed her eyes at the woman. “You don’t think I believe that, do you?”

Y/N shrugged, embracing the hyper children running around them with a huff. “Aunt Y/N!”

“Merry Christmas, Karl.” she smiled, crouching down to his height. “I’ve got something for you, but you have to promise one thing.” she hummed, tickling his side. “I’m your favourite, if anyone asks?”

“Yes!” he giggled.

She picked him up off the floor, tucking him against her hip. A figure leaned against the door, watching the interaction from afar with a soft expression. Will watched as she helped Karl rip open the packaging to the gift, revealing the toy as the boy screamed in excitement. The other children ran around the room, the living space filled with the sound of laughter and voices. He watched her fondly, thinking over the pure happiness in her expression as she spoke gently to the children, pulling them into her warm hugs.

The thud of heavy footsteps reached the room, the rest of the boys filtering into the space. A hand clasped his shoulder, bringing Will’s attention back. “Good to see you, Will. Take it that Y/N made sure you got here.”

“Wouldn’t have left without me.” Will replied, clasping Tommy’s arm.

“You’re welcome any time.”

A round of laughter reached his ears before a body launched into his, arms circling his shoulders. “Will! Come at just the right time!” Arthur shouted, Finn’s laughter reaching his ears. “Now the fun can begin.”

“Depends on what you define as fun.” Will retorted.

“Finn, go get the bottles out.” Arthur slinked his arm around Will’s shoulder.

“There’ll be no more of that.” Tommy declined. “You’re already out of it.”

“I’m fine, gotta make sure there’s enough ‘round.” Arthur’s chest shook with laughter, teetering on his feet as he scrutinised him. “How did our dear Y/N/N convince you to come? Didn’t think this would be your scene.”

“You’re pissed, mate.” Will laughed, agreeing with Tommy.

“Ahh, but you didn’t deny it.”

“Leave the lad alone.” Tommy said, clasping Arthur’s shoulder to push him into a seat. The man refused, wobblily on his feet. He almost fell over, if not for Will and Tommy balancing the man. They worked together to settle him into a chair.

A hand brushed his arm, causing Will to draw his gaze to the figure at his side. “Can I grab you for a moment? I need help sorting the cake.”

“No greeting for your host?”

“Merry Christmas, Tommy.” she grinned, fluttering to pull the man into a hug. He gently hugged her, tapping her back as he gestured for them to leave. “Go on.”

“Thanks.” she pulled Will to the kitchen.

“Was that a real request of an excuse?” Will asked as they reached the kitchen.

Y/N flickered around the kitchen, pulling together the necessary items. “I do have to sort the cake.”

“Wouldn’t Ada be more suited to this?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, laughing as she shook her head. “But I wanted you to help me.”

Will raised his eyebrows, a chuckle leaving his mouth as he circled to stand behind her, closing her into the table. “Right.” he hummed, “Where’s all this confidence coming from?”

“I thought I didn’t have to pretend anymore.”

“Pretend?”

“That my heart doesn’t stop when you walk into a room.” she breathed, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. “That I can breathe when you look at me. You’re handsome and you know it.”

“It’s part of my act, right?” he playfully narrowed his eyes.

“I don’t have to pretend that I’m not in love you.”

A silence filled the air as they breathed each other in. Will was stunned to speak, staring at her with a softened expression. A wonder brewed in his blue eyes, simmering until it poured into into a grey that was only obvious to her. She, who was familiar with the small parts of Will that he had not laid privy for just anyone to see.

“I’ve adored you from the first day.” Will whispered, his voice caressing her ear, “I’ll love you until the last.”

He pressed his lips to her’s softly, patiently as his hands met her waist. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the all-consuming attention of his touch flutter across her skin. He deepened the kiss, tilting her head upward with his fingers in that way that left her breathless. Her hands circled around his neck, pulling Will impossibly closer in the privacy of the kitchen, ignorant to the party going on outside.

“How long do you think we can stay here?”

“Probably not much longer.” a voice tore them from the moment.

Y/N stared as Polly stood in the doorway, a smirk on her lips. “I see there’s been a development.”

Ever the shy one of the pair, Y/N stuttered and fluttered her hands away from Will’s shoulders. “Pol, we-”

“I’m glad you’re happy.” Polly said, “Joining the party?”

“We’ll come round now.” Will smiled.

Y/N pulled her lips into a tight line, but couldn’t restrain the smile that grew on her lips as Will tugged her by the waist into his chest. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just...different. I’ve never really been with anyone before. Not in this kind of way. Not anyone that they’ve met.”

Will softened, bringing her to his chest. “I’m honoured, then.”

They pulled into the main room, spotting the children settled around a projector a as a film played. The adults were scattered around the couches and tables. Tommy and Arthur looked up at their entrance, catching their intertwined hands.

“About time.” Tommy murmured as they settled on the couch next to him.

Finn slid up behind them, slapping Arthur’s shoulder. “Been waiting for months for one of you to break.”

Arthur sighed, pulling a bundle of notes out of his jacket for Finn, the boy sliding them into his pocket.

“What’s that about?” Y/N asked.

“We had a bet.” Arthur replied, “I thought it was gonna be earlier, but you lot drew it out.”

“I guess I should save my thanks for you both, then.” Will said, turning to her. “Wouldn’t have this job without either of you. Couldn’t have met Y/N, otherwise.”

“You were the best man for the job. And I know you’ll take good care of our Y/N.” Tommy said, recognising that care and reverence in his eyes for her. A look of endearment only reserved for her.

“I will. I always will.” he looked at her. The strum of the music filled the room as it crackled from the Gramophone. An elated sound left her mouth as Y/N grasped Will’s hand.

“I love this song.”

He tugged her to stand, pulling her close as they moved around the empty space. “We’ve got to dance, then. Don’t we?”

Her laughter filled his ears as they crossed the space, a flourish of wild moves and twirls.

Finding the perfect partner was the key, it seemed. The person matched to your wit and charm. The person responsible for that flutter in your stomach, the stirring of nerves and thoughts and feelings that consumed your body and mind. The one person responsible for holding and carrying the weight of your heart.