I GOT INTO MY DREAM COLLEGE!!!! Yall Im So

I GOT INTO MY DREAM COLLEGE!!!! yall im so😭😭

SHUT UP THIS IS SO CUTE 😭

me and my baby nanami 😕💗

no pressure tags! : @nanamimybbg @velvetcrimsonkisses @emotionallyunstableduck +anyone else who wants to!! :3

selfship picrew!! look how cutie this is!!

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i’m crying what the fuck?😀

𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 x gn!reader after shibuya arc

🧸 ; angst, fluff, mentions of injuries, kinda teared up writing this lol

thinking about 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 that somehow survives the shibuya incident, but the burns have left him with permanent injuries and eyes that have lost their light.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, when left alone at home, always waits for you patiently. every small noise has his ears perking because he thinks it's the door creaking open and that you've finally come home. he's calling your name repeatedly in the empty house, and the walls around him reflect the sound right back to his ears.

M O R E U N D E R C U T !

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, in the early days after losing his vision, would spend hours gently tracing your features, committing every curve and contour to memory. but as time passed, that mental image began to fade, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who turns to sculpting as a desperate act of defiance against time. with trembling hands, he would mold the clay, trying to capture the essence of your face from pure memory.

day after day, 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 would toil away, growing increasingly frustrated as his creations fell short of his mental image. 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 would run his hands over each failed attempt, tears of anguish streaming down his face as the truth sank in - he was slowly losing the one thing that anchored him to this world.

you would sit for hours, silently watching as 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢's hands wrestled with the clay; piles of fractured, distorted faces accumulating around them.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who erupts in a violent emotional breakdown one day, and his voice cracks as he berates himself for his inability to recreate the face he cherishes above all else. he feels very guilty.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who sobs into your arms for hours while you slowly caress his back and comfort him, tell him lovingly how you'd always be there for him no matter what happens, that you'll always love him forever.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who falls asleep comfortably in your embrace after all that happened, his emotions completely drained. it'd all been weighing on his mind for far too long and the burden was finally lifted.

the next day, as 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 prepares to continue his solitary sculpting, hears the familiar sound of rustling, one of the plastic aprons he'd bought to use while sculpting — and is ecstatic to know you'll be helping him recreate your face on clay from now on.

𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 who finally is able to accept that even if the light from his eyes has been extinguished, you are the one sole light to him that will never go out.

{SMAU}: asking the jjk men to put you in your place in bed!

{warnings}: profanity, suggestiveness, smut, pet-names (doll, mamas, baby), reader is referred to as “woman”.

{includes}: toji, sukuna, and choso.

[part 1]

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